Family Cultivation: Randomly refreshes information about a cultivation opportunity.

Despair, like an icy tide, engulfed everyone's heart.

Zhou Tianjian knelt on the ground, his third-grade magic sword broken in two during the previous collision.

His eyes were filled with helplessness and resentment.

Even a third-tier spirit talisman couldn't withstand the Demon Lord for two breaths.

What else can withstand that?

Fourth-tier spirit talismans or spirit artifacts? Those are simply beyond the reach of a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The next moment, he laughed, a really crazy laugh.

His face was contorted in a ferocious expression!

Staring blankly at the sky, tears of blood streamed down my face:

"Hahaha! Opportunity! This is what they call opportunity!"

What I desperately crave is my own grave!

Haha... Hahahaha...

"Yun Shu, I... I'm afraid I can't let you become the sect leader's wife."

Seeing Zhou Tianjian kneeling on one knee, seemingly on the verge of going mad, everyone around him turned ashen-faced.

Aren't they the same?

During the three months they spent in the secret realm, they experienced life and death, fought against demons and humans, and finally arrived at this place of opportunity guided by the token.

But in the end, they were told that it was all a lie.

The so-called opportunity was nothing but a complete scam!

Give hope, then extinguish it with your own hands!

How could they possibly accept such an outcome?

In the crowd, Zhang Honghan collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, his blood-stained hands tightly clutching the blood-stained clothes of his dead clansmen.

His whole body trembled, and tears of blood kept flowing from his eyes.

He kept repeating the same sentence to himself:

"Xiaoyan, Xiaomei, Xiaoshi, I...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..."

Why didn't I listen to Xiaochen?

I'm so sorry...

As he spoke, he kept banging his forehead against the stone wall beside him, oblivious to the blood streaming down his face.

What great path has it that favors the people?

What cause and effect, what chance?

Without luck, strength, or special abilities, you can only accept your fate!

"Is it really... coming to an end?"

Everyone stared at the blood-red tentacles in the sky, their heads reaching for the dead.

Everyone understood that this blow would end everything.

Just as the nine blood-red tentacles were about to fall.

The girl in black robes was now radiating a powerful, pale blue spiritual aura.

Her black robe billowed high under the influence of this aura, her long skirt fluttered, and her fair legs were faintly visible.

It rose to mid-air.

She wore a light blue dress, her face mostly obscured by the shadow of the hood, revealing only her beautifully shaped jawline and tightly pursed pale lips, making it impossible to see her features clearly.

But everyone present could feel the aloof aura emanating from him.

She formed a mudra with her hands, and a pale blue lotus flower, emanating a hazy mist, appeared between her brows.

It rotates and rises into the air, gradually increasing in size.

"Water Curtain Heavenly Splendor, Protect!"

With a clear shout, water lilies bloomed, and a soft yet resilient blue light curtain, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloped the remaining three thousand or so people behind them.

Bang!

Nine ferocious tentacles slammed into the light screen, causing it to ripple violently. The immense force made the black-robed girl's delicate body tremble.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained resolute as she stubbornly held on.

Although she can use the fifth-tier spiritual artifact, the Tide Lotus Lamp, for a short time, she will also suffer a terrifying backlash.

After all, her cultivation level was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Zhou Tianjian, who sensed this aura in the crowd, was greatly shaken.

This aura was extremely familiar to him.

Luo Ling Shuang!

The girl in black robes before them was none other than Luo Lingshuang, the mysterious genius ranked number one in the sect!

She actually gained the approval of the spiritual artifact!

Moreover, the fluctuations of this spiritual artifact are even stronger than those of the Nine Hua Sword Sect's most prized spiritual artifact.

No wonder the sect leader and elders all respected her so much.

With such power and background, I never dared to provoke her before.

Really...

However, what was even more surprising was the Blood Demon Lord who was about to break free from his seal.

A voice, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, rang in everyone's ears:

"Tidal Lotus Cup! You are a member of the Luo Clan!"

Hehehe! This is truly a stroke of luck!

If Luo Tianhua hadn't helped Li Xuanlong back then, I wouldn't be in this situation!

More than ten thousand years have passed, Luo Tianhua must have died thousands of years ago! Otherwise, this Tide Lotus Lamp wouldn't have fallen into your hands!

Since Luo Tianhua is dead, it's the same as seeking revenge on his descendants!

"Die, you vengeful spirit!"

The Blood Demon Lord unleashed his immense power, and the nine blood-red tentacles retracted.

The entire cave collapsed with a deafening roar.

The true form of the Blood Demon Lord manifested in the sky!

A colossal, overwhelming demonic hand suddenly materialized in the sky.

boom!

The demonic hand slammed violently onto the blue light screen.

The mountains, rivers, flowers, trees and plants surrounding the light curtain were all reduced to ashes by the raging waves.

A giant crater, ten miles in diameter, has appeared.

puff!

This attack caused Luo Ling Shuang to suffer a severe backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained her chest.

The water lily artifact flickered rapidly, and the light barrier trembled precariously, on the verge of collapse.

"Still not working?"

"In the end, death is inevitable."

Hope was dashed once again, and everyone closed their eyes.

Waiting for death to come.

Only Luo Ling Shuang slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Because...that person has arrived!

"Blood Demon Lord! Die!"

A dragon's roar, traversing countless ages and filled with boundless majesty and fury, suddenly resounded!

Immediately afterwards, a handsome young man wearing a moon-white robe with gold patterns and dragon scale patterns outlined in silver thread appeared before everyone.

His eyes were a pale gold, and his gaze seemed to carry the shadow of a dragon.

A few stray hairs fell across his cheeks, making him appear handsome yet dignified.

"Heh, Li Xuanlong! You dare to challenge the original body by using another's body to manifest?"

How long can this makeshift body of yours last?

When Blood Demon Lord saw Li Xuanlong arrive, his eyes were initially filled with panic, but he quickly calmed down.

Li Xuanlong's true form was sealed by his own secret technique.

The person before them was merely Li Xuanlong manifesting in another body.

How much of its potential can it unleash?

With a cold laugh, the nine tentacles, like demonic whips of destruction, carrying overwhelming bloodthirsty power, lashed straight at Li Xuanlong.

Without further ado, Li Xuanlong manifested the Dragon Abyss Sword, its sword intent soaring into the sky, its sound resounding in all directions.

"Killing you is enough!"

"The Nine Swords of the Mysterious Dragon - Soaring Dragon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual energy transformed into a solid golden dragon shadow, carrying a sharp sword intent that could tear everything apart, and fiercely met the attack.

The sword light collided with the tentacles, and an energy storm swept in all directions, as if the space itself was about to shatter.