This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Faced with that black dragon breath that was capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Wang Xiaoer, who had transformed into the "sun," had no expression on his face.

He did not recite any complicated incantations, nor did he make any unnecessary movements.

He simply raised his eyes, looked at everything that was sweeping in, and then gently opened his mouth.

The two words, like imperial decrees, came from his mouth.

"Purify".

The sound was very soft.

It was so lightly stated that it seemed like just a casual remark.

But the moment those two words were uttered, the whole world fell silent.

The devastating black dragon breath collided violently with the dazzling golden sun that had just emerged from the heavens.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was no deafening sound.

The entire space seemed to be paused at that moment, completely frozen.

Time and space lost their meaning at this moment.

Zhang Chen and A Yue could only see two extreme colors, black and gold, frantically eroding and annihilating each other.

But this eerie silence lasted only a moment.

immediately.

That golden sun burst forth with unparalleled light and heat!

The golden light, with an overwhelming and unstoppable force, instantly devoured the pitch-black dragon breath.

Just as sunlight dispels darkness, just as fire ignites rotten wood.

Black, before gold, could not offer even the slightest resistance; it was completely evaporated, dissolved, and turned into nothingness.

then.

The golden sea of ​​light that had engulfed the dragon's breath continued forward without pause, instantly engulfing the enormous body of the evil dragon's incarnation.

"roar--!!!"

A mournful cry, filled with resentment, fear, and despair, came from the center of the golden light.

That was the last sound the evil dragon left in this world.

In its field of vision, there are no enemies, no moves.

There was only a boundless, warm, and domineering golden ocean.

Its millennia of cultivation and ten thousand years of ferocity were as fragile as ice and snow meeting boiling oil before this golden ocean.

Its body is melting.

Its soul is evaporating.

Everything about it is being "purified".

The golden light came quickly and went quickly.

When the blinding light completely dissipated, Moon Bay returned to its tranquility.

The enormous, mountain-like evil dragon had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Only the huge crater blasted into the mountainside by the dragon's breath and the devastation on the ground proved that the battle just now was not an illusion.

midair.

After unleashing this earth-shattering attack, the golden light emanating from Wang Xiaoer receded like a tide.

The majestic "敕" character between his brows also transformed into specks of golden light and dissipated into the air.

His skin returned to normal.

But his young face was completely bloodless, as pale as rice paper.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Finally, Wang Xiaoer closed his eyes, unable to hold on any longer. Like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell straight down to the ground.

The moment Wang Xiaoer fell.

Time seemed to stretch out.

Zhang Chen and A Yue rushed forward without regard for anything else.

Their movements weren't even exactly nimble; they were unsteady, as if they had survived a disaster, yet they were as fast as two arrows released from a bow.

Finally, just before Wang Xiaoer's head was about to make intimate contact with the hard rock, the two men, one on each side, held his limp body firmly in place.

The feeling of holding it made their hearts sink.

Cold and stiff.

Wang Xiaoer's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his lips were a horrifying bluish-purple.

His chest barely rose and fell, his breath was so weak it was like a candle flickering in the wind, and the flame of his life could be extinguished at any moment.

"Waiter!"

Zhang Chen's voice was choked with sobs. He frantically pulled out several porcelain bottles from his pocket, not even bothering to read the labels, and haphazardly uncorked them, stuffing the pills inside into Wang Xiaoer's mouth.

"Quick! Swallow it now!"

He acted like a madman, trying to use his magic to help Wang Xiaoer refine the medicinal power.

However, the pills disappeared into Wang Xiaoer's mouth as if they had sunk into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

The medicinal properties dissipated, but it was like a drop of water falling into an endless desert; it was instantly swallowed up without a trace and could not remain in his body at all.

"it's useless!"

A cold, despairing shout interrupted Zhang Chen's futile efforts.

A-Yue placed her fingers on Wang Xiaoer's pulse and her other hand on his dantian. Her face looked even worse than Wang Xiaoer's.

"His body... is empty."

"What?"

Zhang Chen froze.

"Everything is empty."

Ah Yue's voice trembled slightly; she had never investigated such a strange situation before.

"His essence, energy, and spirit... were drained completely in an instant, leaving nothing! Even his immense fortune became barely perceptible, leaving only a wisp of smoke..."

She raised her head, looked at Zhang Chen's face filled with panic, and pronounced the verdict word by word.

"He forcibly overdraws his own source, using his own foundation to replenish the energy consumed by that divine incantation."

"There is no cure!"

The last four words struck Zhang Chen's heart like a heavy hammer.

The porcelain bottle slipped from his hand with a "clatter" and shattered on the rock.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, but the piercing pain was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.

It's not that I'm useless.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't even block one of the evil dragon's attacks.

How could Wang Xiaoer be forced to use such a forbidden technique that would lead to mutual destruction?

It's all because he's too weak!

The atmosphere of despair, like the lingering morning mist in the mountain valley, was cold and sticky, making it hard for the two to breathe.

They really messed up this time.

In this deathly silence, another change occurs.

A faint, yet pure, golden light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, an inch in front of Wang Xiaoer's brow.

That point of light was the lingering smoke of his dissipating fortune.

Immediately afterwards, as if drawn by some mysterious force, the unclaimed fortune belonging to Wang Xiaoer that had been scattered between heaven and earth began to converge back toward that point of light at an extremely slow but incredibly firm pace.

A wisp.

A trace.

It's as if all rivers flow into the sea.

The originally faint, almost non-existent points of aura began to solidify and grow stronger again.

An even more wondrous sight unfolded.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that countless invisible, extremely subtle energy particles were being drawn by that newly condensed fortune.

They emerge from the rocks, rise from the grass and trees, evaporate from the flowing streams, and precipitate from the morning air.

They transformed into countless tiny streams of light, almost invisible to the naked eye, slowly yet continuously flowing into Wang Xiaoer's body.

They did not pass through the meridians, nor did they flow into the dantian.

Instead, it penetrated directly into his limbs and bones, repairing his parched and withered flesh and nourishing his dying soul.

Wang Xiaoer's deathly pale face began to regain a faint rosy hue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The almost stopped breathing became long and strong.

Zhang Chen stared blankly at the scene, the grief and despair on his face not yet fading, but were replaced by extreme shock and astonishment.

He looked at the energy flowing into Wang Xiaoer's body from all directions, and then at the golden fortune that was steadily growing stronger.

A legend, forgotten in a corner of his memory and recorded only in the sect's oldest texts, cleaved through his chaotic thoughts like lightning.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he gasped in surprise.

"I see!"