Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

At this critical juncture, Gong Wujue was unwilling to simply wait for death.

His survival instinct made him raise his sword again.

However, in just a moment, the sword in his hand fell to the ground uncontrollably.

It was only because the black dragon's claw had firmly gripped his hand.

The sharp claws pierced the flesh, reaching deep enough to expose the bone.

Gong Wujue's brows furrowed immediately.

Perhaps it was because the person was about to die.

Many images flashed through his mind.

Time seemed to stretch out in an instant.

The day arrived for the Gong Clan's spiritual root test.

When it was his turn, he was filled with excitement and anticipation.

Ultimately, he was found to have a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

From then on, the cultivation resources that everyone sought but could not obtain became commonplace for him.

Flowers and praises abound; who wouldn't call him "the pride of heaven"?

But none of these things mattered to him as much as being able to fight alongside his brother, sword in hand.

He was no longer the younger brother who always had to be protected by his older brother.

With a single sword, he could cleave the world; he wielded the sword solely to ensure his brother's smooth path ahead.

In his spare time, he would sometimes think—

A hundred years from now, his brother will undoubtedly have become the patriarch of the Gong Clan. What will he be then?

Elder?

But no matter what, he is definitely the kind of younger brother who won't embarrass his older brother when others mention "Gong Wuchen's younger brother".

Scenes flashed rapidly through Gong Wujue's mind, then stopped at a family trial of the Gong Clan eight years ago.

At that time, a second-tier demon beast infiltrated the trial grounds.

He was right up against him.

Despite his best efforts, he was no match for them.

If his brother hadn't arrived in time, stood in front of him, and killed the monster with a single sword strike.

I fear that even the most miraculous medicine will be unable to save his life afterward.

But when he woke up, he learned that his spiritual root had been destroyed, even though he wanted to appear in front of his brother that he didn't care.

All I could manage was to hold back my tears.

But he didn't want to accept his fate.

From now on, he will become a young master of a noble family. How could that possibly satisfy his childhood wish?

Since cultivation level can no longer be increased, we should find other ways to make up for it.

Combining talismans with swordsmanship—this was the path he had painstakingly devised over many nights.

Ultimately, however, his swordsmanship, combined with his painstaking research into talismans, failed to even budge the second-level demonic beast, the Ink Dragon.

He wondered, what could he possibly do now that his spiritual root had been destroyed?

Besides dragging his brother down, what else can he do?

He used to refuse to accept his fate, but wasn't his brother the same?

For him, she traveled thousands of miles into dangerous territory to retrieve the Rejuvenation Pearl for him.

The Qingling Sect went to great lengths to select him for the Illusion Realm, all to ensure his entry into the sect and fulfill Elder Yao's requirement to repair his spiritual root. Everyone assumed he would be the last one to pass, but the truth was that his brother was merely his accomplice.

Now......

He's going to die.

Gong Wujue couldn't help but look in the direction where Gong Wuchen was. Brother, you have done so much for me. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be your brother again.

"No secret formula—"

It was his brother calling him.

Gong Wujue's eyes were bloodshot. Only now did he realize clearly that he did not want to die.

He doesn't want to die!

Just then, someone suddenly appeared beside him.

The other person was holding a bright lamp.

The dragon-shaped sculpture coiled on the lamp seemed to come alive, emitting a low, mournful roar. The wick then lit itself with a "poof," emitting a glow that was not warm, but rather cold and eerie like moonlight.

The halo quickly spread, forming a pale golden transparent barrier that perfectly enveloped both him and his opponent.

As a result, the black dragon was bounced back a little distance.

At that instant, the black dragon's claws separated from Gong Wujue's palm, and the pain of flesh being torn apart instantly spread throughout his body.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, but he had only one thought in his mind: he was saved.

Mo Jiao's mood was disturbed, which made him even angrier, and he immediately began to retaliate.