I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 696 Farewell (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The potential of everyone was unleashed amidst the countless heroic sacrifices, one after another!
The light from the Hidden Scale Greatsword shot into the sky, forcefully resisting the downward pressure of the Creation and Longevity Cauldron, and began to push upwards in response.

The Nine Emperors' expressions finally changed. They felt the immense power that gathered the will of countless heroic souls and the determination of the living. They tried to increase their power, but the suppression of the laws of heaven and earth brought about by the collapse of the Nine Provinces became stronger and stronger, and their power was like a rootless duckweed.

At this stalemate, a crimson figure suddenly darted out from the crowd like an arrow released from a bow.

It's Hong Li!
It transformed into a nimble crimson lightning bolt, flowing upstream along the greatsword's blade, heading straight for the Creation and Longevity Cauldron that was pressing down upon it.

"Hongli! Come back!"

Jiang Yi instantly understood its intention and screamed in horror, trying to stop it, but it was too late!
Hong Li's small body burst forth with unprecedented speed, her eyes filled with her usual cunning and a rare seriousness, leaving behind a crisp sentence.

"I will definitely help you find what I lost, so you won't keep my deposit!"

Before she could finish speaking, Hong Li had already crashed into the mouth of the Creation and Longevity Cauldron, which devoured all things.

boom! ! !
The Creation and Longevity Cauldron trembled violently, and the emerald light flowing across its surface suddenly became chaotic, like a boiling oil pot. Heart-stopping cracking sounds and the furious roars of the Nine Emperors echoed from within the cauldron.

No one knows what Hong Li did inside the cauldron. In any case, the Creation Longevity Cauldron, which the Nine Emperors relied on, completely went out of control at this moment.

Not only could it no longer provide the power to suppress, but the violent power within it began to backfire, causing the emerald light to surge wildly and the cauldron to shake violently, diverting most of the Nine Emperors' attention and power to suppress it.

"It's now!!!"

Jiang Yi's eyes flashed with an unprecedented divine light. She concentrated all her grief and anger, as well as the vast light formed by the burning of countless heroic souls, into a single point and fiercely pushed the Hidden Scale Giant Sword.

Off!
The Hidden Scale Giant Sword unleashed its supreme power, as if splitting the heavens and earth. It broke free from the final restraints of the Creation and Longevity Cauldron, tore through the chaotic cauldron light, and ruthlessly slashed down at the Nine Emperors' Evil Bodies below, whose formation was in disarray and whose power was scattered due to the cauldron's loss of control.

The Nine Emperors felt a deadly threat and no longer cared about possession; they only wanted to tear through space and escape this destructive sword strike.

But at that moment, a thunderclap shook the heavens and the earth!

The thunder, like an invisible shackle, instantly interrupted their spellcasting, fixing them firmly in place!

Heaven's justice is clear, and reckoning will eventually come.

Amidst the desperate roars of the nine emperors, the sword light completely engulfed their nine figures!

boom!
The earth-shattering explosion drowned out all other sounds in the world.

Where the giant sword struck, the vast and boundless sea of ​​sand was cleaved open, creating a bottomless, terrifying chasm that stretched to the horizon. The residual power of the sword energy did not diminish, soaring straight into the sky, and even tearing a huge gap in the demonic tide that shrouded the heavens and devoured souls.

The earth was cracking, and the remaining soul orbs within the Nine Provinces that had not yet been devoured by the demonic tide fled from the rift cleaved open by the giant sword.

In the center of the battlefield, the light slowly faded.

Jiang Yi used the enlarged sword-nurturing gourd to catch everyone who was exhausted, and they floated in mid-air.

"Did we win?" Shen Puning asked as soon as she got up.

Everyone else looked at Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi looked down at the abyss that pierced the continent, at the rift in the sky that tore through the demonic tide, and at the countless soul points that surged toward rebirth like fireflies returning home. A faint smile appeared on Jiang Yi's lips.

"we won!"

With the final demise of the Nine Emperors, the long-cherished wish of the heroic souls of Bei Xuan was finally fulfilled at this moment.

Amidst the deafening roar of the collapsing Nine Provinces, dust and demonic energy churned and surged.

Jiang Yi stood atop the sword-nurturing gourd, her black hair flying in the wind, blood still wet at the corner of her mouth. She looked up and saw that although everyone was covered in wounds, their eyes burned with the brilliance of victory.

Before they could say more, specks of pale blue light suddenly appeared on everyone, like stars breaking free from the night sky. Even the unconscious Luo Qingsi and the group of demon spirits were covered in the same light.

"This is... a bit of Xuanwu power mixed with Xuanling Qi?" As if summoned, the light spot converged into a tranquil stream, silently flowing into Jiang Yi's heart. Her body trembled slightly, and the last echo of Xuanwu's lingering will reverberated in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"The imprisonment has been lifted, the karmic debts have been settled, and the shackles of this world now rest solely on your shoulders. The method to avert this calamity is..."

As the light entered, everyone felt their souls lighten, as if they had been freed from immense shackles. They also felt the repulsive force from this world, as well as the attraction of the laws of the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Does this mean they need to leave this world quickly?
A fierce wind swept across the shattered sky, whipping Jiang Yi's dust-stained blue robes into a fluttering sound. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and amidst the flying black hair, a few strands of dazzling silver-white hair quietly appeared.

She stood at the front of the gourd, suddenly laughed loudly, and clasped her hands in a solemn monk's salute to everyone.

"Fellow Daoists, this journey has been fraught with peril, a journey through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a near-death experience. I am fortunate to have you all by my side. The road may end, but our friendship will endure. We... take our leave now!"

His gaze shifted to Zhao Cangyun, who was still reeling from Jiang Yi's farewell words, but then he saw Jiang Yi's smile deepen, her voice tinged with bitterness.

"Junior brother, please apologize to Master for me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her sleeves sharply, giving no one else a chance to speak.

A gust of wind carrying a ghostly blue flame suddenly appeared, like an invisible giant hand that swept everyone up.

Zhao Cangyun's roar, Shen Puning's cries, and Hua Luosha's attempt to bind people with red threads were all swallowed up by the wind, and ten figures fell towards the crack that pierced the heavens and earth below.

The blue flames formed a protective shield that enveloped them, and the demonic tide crumbled upon it. Everyone watched as the Nine Provinces rapidly shrank in their field of vision.

In the end, everything returned to the darkness of nothingness.

On the gourd where the sword was nurtured, only Jiang Yi remained, all alone.

Oh——

A weak fox cry rang out, and Hongli leaped through the air, with a shrunken green wooden cauldron on her head. She landed lightly at Jiang Yi's feet. Her once fiery red fur was now mottled and gray, like an old fox in its twilight years.

Jiang Yi felt a lump in her throat, bent down and picked it up, her fingertips tracing the glaring white fur, and said with a wry smile, "It's just a broken cauldron, is it worth burning half your lifespan for?"

Hongli whimpered and rubbed against her palm, but at this moment she couldn't even transform back into human form.

Jiang Yi suppressed the tears in her eyes and smiled, "I remember that year in Ironback Mountain, you were also carrying a medicine cauldron on your head, being chased by two Qi Refining cultivators and running away in a sorry state, and finally you ran into my hands. It's somewhat similar to today."

The shrill cries of the demonic tide are imminent, and the viscous darkness is closing in like a giant wave.

Jiang Yi gently put down Hong Li. The vines of Qing Xiao wrapped around her wrist, their leaves drooping but she held them tightly. The stone lions formed by Zhen Shan and Duan Jin were only the size of a fist and landed at her feet. The spiritual light of Yao Ling and Zhao Ming swords dimmed, but they still flew back to the gourd.

"Do you all really intend to stay?" Jiang Yi's voice was hoarse. "Even if you can never ascend to immortality?"

Hum!
The vines suddenly tightened, the stone lion roared, and the twin swords hummed softly.

The resolute intention was self-evident.

Jiang Yi nodded, her smile tinged with melancholy, "Alright, then let's go together."

She gently patted the sword-nurturing gourd, drawing all the demons into it. She rose and looked into the distance. The demonic tide was already crashing down like a monstrous tsunami, its distorted shadows and seductive whispers devouring the last vestiges of light.

The golden mirror on her waist gleamed brightly. "You know, don't you? You still have a sliver of hope?"

Jiang Yi stood alone facing the abyss, her clothes billowing in the fierce wind, and smiled.

"I know, otherwise who would do such a losing business? Xuanwu is ultimately too kind! I just hope this demonic tide... can end with me!"

(End of this chapter)