I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 637 The Tide of Demonic Possession (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Three months later.

In the northern part of the Boundless Sea, at the edge of the vast blue sea and sky, a darkness that blots out the sun completely engulfs everything.

The pitch-black demonic energy writhed and collided like living things, forming towering waves that reached into the clouds, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Blinding crimson lightning occasionally tore through the darkness, instantly illuminating the twisted and ferocious shadows deep within the demonic tide, only to be swallowed up by even deeper darkness.

The shrill screams, like the howls of ghosts and wolves, mingled with seductive whispers, piercing the eardrums and striking deep into the soul, bringing waves of chilling tremors and dizziness.

Before this despairing tide of demons, ten streaks of light stopped one after another on the surging waves, lined up in a row.

They were all dressed in a somber black outfit, perfectly aligned.

Jiang Yi stood in the center, dressed in simple and neat black clothes without any unnecessary decorations. He stood upright with a calm expression.

Luo Qingsi stood close to Jiang Yi's left, clutching her sword, her small face tense. Tiny purple lightning bolts occasionally flashed across her black outfit, as she resisted the surrounding demonic energy.

Zhao Cangyun stood to Jiang Yi's right, with two swords hanging at his waist. His posture was somewhat casual, but deep in his eyes burned a burning fighting spirit bestowed by the bloodline of the Qilin. He occasionally glanced at Shang Shixu beside him.

The black robe accentuated Shang Shixu's tall and slender figure. The jade crown that bound his hair shimmered with a warm luster under the shadow of the demonic tide. His face was slightly pale, but his eyes were unusually firm, and the faint chirping of insects could be heard from his sleeves.

Shen Puning stood beside Luo Qingsi, her round face devoid of its usual playful smile. Her lips were tightly pursed as she held Baozhu close, unconsciously leaning towards Xin Wushuang beside her.

Xin Wushuang carried a hunting bow on her back, her quiver full, her gaze calm and focused, while a golden eagle, transformed from Wanli, circled above her head.

Hua Luosha stood on the outer edge, her red lips tightly pursed, a wisp of black aura, like smoke and mist, swirling around her fingertips. This was the soul disguise technique she had prepared for a long time. She had put away the corpse demon and did not bring it with her.

Mo Ling subconsciously checked all the mechanisms and hidden weapons on her body, and finally took out the 'Demon-Crossing Shuttle', which was completely black and engraved with silver spirit patterns, and handed it to Jiang Yi.

Bai Shengjie remained silent, took out a Bingxin Exorcising Pill and swallowed it. The little monkey pounding medicine on his shoulder also became unusually quiet, tightly gripping its master's collar, its little eyes full of vigilance and worry.

Yan Kongqing stood at the other end of the line, clutching his Myriad Manifestations Disc tightly in his hand, unable to hide his nervousness as he faced the demonic tide.

The sea breeze was salty and fishy, ​​carrying with it the foul stench emanating from the edge of the demonic tide.

"Check your belongings one last time, put away all your demonic spirits, and take the Demon Exorcism Pill."

Jiang Yi took the Demon-Crossing Shuttle handed to him by Mo Ling and gave instructions in a deep voice.

The ten people had different expressions, and after checking carefully again, they replied to Jiang Yi, "There is no problem."

Each of them wore a jade thumb ring on their right thumb, engraved with a landscape scene.

At Jiang Yi's signal, everyone took a drop of blood from between their eyebrows and dripped it into their rings. Immediately afterward, several star-like points appeared in their minds, flashing like breaths, representing the positions of the other rings.

The rings disappeared after being soaked with blood from between their eyebrows, becoming bound to their respective souls.

This set of magical artifacts was crafted by a master craftsman named Lianxu, commissioned by the Star Lord Cangyi. It can ensure that they can locate each other in the demonic tide and protect their souls. Once their souls are damaged, the rings will lose their effect, which can also prevent one of them from being silently replaced by the demons.

Jiang Yi looked at Hua Luosha, who nodded and split the black mist at her fingertips into ten strands, flicking them onto each person in turn.

The black mist made everyone feel dangerous and uncomfortable. Normally, even though Hua Luosha was from the same sect as them, they would not agree to Hua Luosha tampering with them.

But at this moment, they could only trust each other, and Jiang Yi was the first to accept this wisp of black energy, setting an example for everyone.

After the black energy entered their bodies, it directly wrapped around everyone's hearts. Their life force dissipated at a visible speed, and they lost their heartbeats and pulses, becoming ice-cold and devoid of any warmth.

In each other's spiritual probing, everyone was just like a corpse.

"What's wrong with you, kid?"

Hua Luosha stared at Zhao Cangyun, scrutinizing him. Her secret technique had failed on Zhao Cangyun, and at the very moment it failed, Hua Luosha sensed an extremely yang and righteous aura emanating from him that would chill even the most wicked cultivators to the bone.

Zhao Cangyun looked at Jiang Yi guiltily. Jiang Yi had anticipated this. He hadn't mentioned it before because he wanted to test the Ghost Emperor's methods. Now it seemed that Zhao Cangyun, the Golden Fire Qilin, was still superior, which was a good thing for them. Jiang Yi took the initiative to say, "He has a pure Yang virgin body and special techniques. I have other preparations."

Everyone suddenly realized that Jiang Yi had given Zhao Cangyun a leaf to cover his eyes on the surface, and then seamlessly put him into Youxian Ferry to stay with Hua Gu and the others temporarily when he went into hiding.

Mo Ling scanned it several times and couldn't help but exclaim, "Senior Sister Jiang, the effect of your invisibility magic item is truly amazing!"

After doing everything they needed to do, everyone clearly felt that the demonic tide's desire to devour them had weakened considerably; it truly treated them as corpses.

Jiang Yi tossed the Ferry Shuttle into the air, and the shuttle grew longer as it flew against the wind.

This Demon-Crossing Shuttle is specially made, with a large internal space. Each of them also carries two smaller ones, just in case.

Jiang Yi carefully studied the image stone given to her by Cangyi Xingjun. The Northern Xuan Continent was shattered into pieces, but it did not completely sink to the bottom of the sea, and some parts still remained.

Their primary objective at this moment is to find these shattered continents and, following the guidance of the Nine Emperors, search for 'clues' of unknown origin.

"set off!"

After three months of meticulous preparation, facing this doomed situation, all ten people were ready and, without the slightest hesitation, they entered the trap one after another.

The Demon-Crossing Shuttle was like a silver needle plunged into thick ink; the moment it touched the edge of the demonic tide, it was instantly swallowed up by the surging, viscous darkness.

Outside the shuttle was absolute darkness, cutting off all light and sound, with only the faint hum of the shuttle's own rune array circulating.

The darkness was boundless, and time seemed to have lost its meaning.

at the same time.

Jiang Yunye stood alone on the North-Looking Tower of Kunlun Pass, his gaze piercing through tens of thousands of miles of sea, his eyes filled with worry.

"That audacious brat... she really takes after me!"

Xuanying Island is a cliff overlooking the sea.

Jiang Yurong, dressed in plain white, stood atop the cliff, as still as ancient ice.

Her gaze, too, was fixed on the chilling darkness of the north.

She has let go of her obsession and sees her daughter as an independent cultivator, but the worries stemming from their blood ties cannot be severed.

An invisible chill emanated from her, and a thin layer of frost quietly covered the rocks beneath her feet.

Under her silent will, Xuan Ying Island was like a sharp, icy sword drawn half an inch from its sheath, ready to pierce any threat that dared to pursue it from the demonic tide.

Within the Cangling Sect.

Danxi sat in the chair, stroking the jade box that was sealed in layers.

She didn't look north; her gaze was fixed on the churning clouds outside the window, her eyes vacant and distant.

She heard suppressed sobs nearby, and Danxi frowned. "What's with all the crying? It's so annoying!"

Long Ri wiped away her tears with her sleeve. "I didn't want to either, but I couldn't control myself. I wasn't like this before. It's all your fault for making me take on a disciple. I should have known better than to!"

Su Hua quietly appeared in front of the two of them, and upon seeing the atmosphere, she sighed silently.

"Alright, stop acting like you're going to die. Youying is also distracted and acting out. How about I call her over so we can all sit at the same table?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Long Ri jumped up and wiped away her tears. "Come on, come on! People say that if you're unlucky in love, you'll be lucky in gambling. The bond between master and disciple is still a bond. I'm going to make you all cry today!"

(End of this chapter)