A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

It's Luo Fan!

Sikong Jue followed closely behind.

In the distance, Midozhi kept a close eye on the battlefield.

Seeing Luo Fan in dire straits, he used all his strength to throw the Wind Chaser Spear in his hand.

The spear pierced the air, but it couldn't even break through Sikong Jue's defense.

Then, the spirit weapon let out a mournful cry and flew back at an even faster speed.

The whirlwind gun grazed Midozhi's cheek and embedded itself in the ground behind her.

The gun barrel trembled violently, its brilliance completely gone.

Sikong Jue continued his relentless attack, pressing down on Luo Fan's head.

The hand of death was about to fall.

Without a second thought, Midozhi unleashed an unprecedented power within her petite frame.

He stood there, blocking the falling Luo Fan and the pursuing Sikong Jue.

hum!

The Ten Directions Battlefield was opened to its maximum.

"act recklessly!"

Sikong Jue's hand, which was pressing down, paused for only a moment.

The battle-zone shield was no match for this palm strike containing the power of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

It couldn't even hold on for a moment before shattering with a crash.

puff!

Her petite body plummeted downwards at an alarming speed, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Without veering too far, she fell into Luo Fan's arms after he regained his balance.

The aftershocks of the palm strike had not yet subsided.

Luo Fan was already at his limit, and then suffered another heavy blow.

He and Midozhi, who was in his arms, flew out and rolled more than a dozen times before barely coming to a stop.

Luo Fan coughed a few more times, but he didn't care about his own injuries.

"Junior Sister!"

Luo Fan held the heavily injured Midozhi in his arms, his lips moving.

But it felt like something was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say another word.

Midozhi opened her eyes, looked at him, and a smile spread across her red lips.

"Little brother...you're alright...that's...good..."

Her voice was very soft.

She wanted to raise her hand and touch his face again.

The hand was halfway out.

It just slumped down, lifeless, without making a sound.

Luo Fan's heart suddenly clenched, and the pain was so intense that he couldn't breathe.

He frantically checked Midozhi's injuries.

His heart meridians were severed, his spiritual roots were damaged, and his soul was severely injured.

Life, like a flood that has breached its banks, vanishes rapidly.

"No...no way..."

Luo Fan's eyes were bloodshot as he took out various healing pills from his storage ring.

What are these Rejuvenation Pills, Minor Rejuvenation Pills, and Vital Essence Strengthening Pills?

He also stuffed the last remaining Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill into her mouth.

He then used his remaining five elements spiritual power to dissolve the medicine for her as quickly as possible.

A short while later.

Midozhi's ashen complexion seemed to have improved slightly, but she was still barely breathing.

The fatal wounds—a broken heart meridian and a near-shattered spiritual root—cannot be cured by these elixirs.

The Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill could only temporarily stabilize her soul, which was on the verge of collapse.

It delayed the time of death.

"It's no use. I've severed her heart meridian and destroyed her spiritual root. Even a great immortal can't save her."

Sikong Jue stood in mid-air, his face beneath the mask revealing no expression.

His voice was cold, "I can send you all on your way, so you won't be alone on the road to the underworld."

Luo Fan ignored Sikong Jue.

He put Midozhi down.

Let her lean against a relatively flat rock wall without any loose rocks.

Only then did he slowly get up.

Very slow, very slow.

With each inch he stood up, his aura grew colder.

The bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a chilling calm.

He raised his head and looked at Sikong Jue.

All the anger, all the murderous intent, all the grief.

At that moment, everything settled down.

"manage!"

Luo Fan spoke, his voice hoarse and dry.

"null!"

boom!

He knows the world.

That fusion was just nearing completion.

The Heavenly Rank Top-Grade Five Elements Spiritual Root with Limitless Potential bursts into flames.

Even at the cost of severing one's future path with one's unparalleled talent!

Today, he vows to kill Sikong Jue here.

It is clearly visible.

The aura emanating from the Five Elements Spiritual Root, a top-grade celestial treasure, rapidly plummeted.

With each drop in rank, an indescribably violent power is squeezed out.

It kept falling until it reached the highest level of the Earth Rank, when it could no longer withstand the surge in power.

Luo Fan's eyes remained calmly fixed on Sikong Jue.

The calmness sent a chill down the spine of Sikong Jue, a half-step Nascent Soul expert.

"Absolutely!!"

The last word exploded like a thunderclap.

Luo Fan moved.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no fancy or complicated moves.

It's the simplest and most direct way.

This punch embodied all his strength, all his will, and all his resolve at that moment.

Everyone could see Luo Fan's fist burning with a five-colored halo.

It was launched at an eerily slow speed.

Sikong Jue's expression changed drastically.

He felt an unprecedented aura of death emanating from that punch, an aura powerful enough to threaten his life.

"A ghostly form from the underworld!"

Sikong Jue dared not hold back any longer.

Black energy gathered around him, transforming into a terrifying ghostly figure three zhang tall.

The ghostly roar.

He also threw a punch with all his might.

Two fists, one burning with five-colored flames, the other entwined with ghostly aura.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they collided violently.

Surprisingly.

There was no earth-shattering roar as I had imagined.

There was only a low, muffled hum.

The center of the collision.

A thin black crack appeared.

Followed by.

An energy storm so violent it defies description.

Centered on the two people, a sudden explosion erupted, and the shockwave swept out in all directions.

Yunxi, Liu Linglong, and Su Qingyuan's expressions changed drastically.

They attacked together, sacrificing their remaining spiritual energy.

Only by setting up layers of spiritual energy barriers in front of him could he barely block the terrifying aftershocks.

At the center of the energy storm at this moment.

A figure flew backward at a speed faster than a meteor.

Boom boom boom—!!

The figure crashed into and snapped more than a dozen ancient trees that required several people to encircle.

It then crashed onto a small hill several hundred feet away.

Half of the hill collapsed, stirring up clouds of dust that obscured the view.

The smoke and dust dissipated somewhat as the mountain wind blew it up.

Only then did everyone see Luo Fan maintaining his punching stance.

He stood still, motionless, the five-colored flames that had been burning around him had already died down.

His breath was so weak that he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

But he remained standing, like a javelin driven into the ground.

At that small hill, Sikong Jue was embedded in a human-shaped pit.

His black robe was practically a tattered rag.

His exposed body was also covered in wounds, the bright red staining the ground beneath him.

"How could this be...?!"

An incredulous look of horror lingered in his eyes.

He is the sect leader of the Zhengyang Sect, a powerful figure at the half-step Nascent Soul Realm.

They actually lost?

Defeated by a junior Golden Core cultivator who burned his spiritual root and ruined his future!

Dead!

In the mountains and forests, only the rustling of the wind through the leaves could be heard.

And Luo Fan's heavy, labored breathing.

Yunxi, Liu Linglong, and Su Qingyuan gazed at that still upright figure.

He temporarily lost the ability to speak.

Won!

They actually won!

This was an outcome no one had anticipated after Sikong Jue revealed his strength.

However, the sacrifice was too great.

Midozhi was unaware of life or death.

Luo Fan barely managed to achieve this situation at the cost of severing his own path to enlightenment.

If such damage to his foundation is not repaired, his cultivation will stagnate for the rest of his life.

Yunxi felt sorry for Luo Fan and was heartbroken for him.

More than anything, people were moved by it.

Looking at Luo Fan's complex gaze, she couldn't quite articulate her own feelings.

To her surprise, Sikong Jue, despite suffering such a severe injury, still had some strength left.

boom!

He shattered the rocks behind him and broke free from them.

"Young man!"

"How dare you injure me to this extent!"

I won't kill you!

"The hatred in my heart cannot be quelled!"

His figure gradually rose into the air, his hands raised high above.

A ball of light containing dark energy, wreathed in electric snakes, grew larger and larger as it gathered together.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

"Die, all of you!!"

The ball of light descended from the sky with overwhelming force.

It blocked out a large area of ​​light and shadow.

It cast a shadow over everyone.

Yunxi gritted her teeth and made a hand seal with her fingertips.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he forcibly circulated his spiritual energy.

Both Su Qingyuan and Liu Linglong had exhausted their spiritual energy and suffered damage to their meridians.

Just as they were ready to protect Luo Fan with their own flesh and blood.

But then he raised his head.

Those eyes were calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.

Every action they could take made them tremble with fear.

They saw that five-colored spiritual light suddenly shone brightly in Luo Fan's dantian.

It was a golden pill the size of a longan that flew out of his body.

Above the golden core, several colors flowed: gold, cyan, blue, red, and yellow.

It is the Five Elements Golden Elixir, which was conceived by relying on his top-grade five spiritual roots.

"Luo Fan! Stop!"

Yunxi shouted urgently.

The Golden Core is the foundation of a cultivator.

If damaged, one's cultivation level will drop drastically at best, and at worst, one will die and perish.

Luo Fan didn't turn around, and uttered a single word.

"go."

The golden core instantly transformed into a stream of light, colliding violently with the sphere of light.