Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Tan Suiting's eyes were churning with suppressed pain and fear. He desperately tried to force back the tears welling up in his eyes, but the more he tried to hold back, the more watery they became. His voice was cold and trembling as he said, "I won't stop."

Her once dignified and indifferent voice shattered completely, becoming extremely low, barely audible, mixed with an uncontrollable tremor, almost dissipating in the cold wind that swept through the Sword Tomb.

"You are not allowed to die."

Just three words, and then it's hard to continue.

Tan Suiting suddenly turned his head to the side, vomited a mouthful of blood, his slender fingertips trembled, he felt a pain as if his bones were shattering, and his entire arm was cramped and deformed.

As Shen Chunri cried, she channeled her healing spiritual energy into Xie Weixing. She struggled to breathe and sobbed incessantly, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I can't save you, Senior Brother, I'm so sorry. I... I'll take you home, I'll take you back to Feng Hua..."

"Xiao Long!" Nie Zhao's eyes were red-rimmed as he grabbed Tan Suiting. "Stop! This won't save Xie Weixing, and you'll..."

"Let me go!" Tan Suiting used all his strength to twist her hand away, his voice hoarse but carrying a calm acceptance of death, "Then let me die with my senior brother—"

He lowered his head slightly, gently pressing his forehead against Xie Weixing's blood-stained shoulder, still holding her tightly in his arms. Blood streamed down Xie Weixing's cheek, soaking through the pale-colored fabric.

"...Don't leave me behind."

The whisper was so soft and hoarse that only the speaker could hear it.

Nie Zhao raised his hand and grasped Xie Weixing's pale fingertips, his hand stained with blood.

Her jaw trembled, and she opened her mouth as if to speak, but after a long while, she only let out a sob.

When you are in extreme pain, you can't shed tears.

The system said in a trembling voice: Host, you can't hesitate any longer. You must leave quickly, otherwise not only will you lose your life, but everyone else will also perish here.

Xie Weixing bit her lip, forcing her muddled mind to clear for a moment.

Without hesitation, he bought Shennong grass, put it in his mouth with trembling hands, chewed it, and swallowed the grass juice mixed with blood.

The system was utterly despondent: Shennong Grass can save life force, but it cannot save your damaged spiritual veins.

Xie Weixing's expression was calm. He regained some strength, took two deep breaths, and tightly grasped Tan Suiting's hand, his voice hoarse: "...Little Dragon Palace."

Do you believe me?

Tan Suiting looked at him, and a single, scalding tear finally broke free from its restraint and fell without warning: "Kunkun."

Xie Weixing, his hands trembling, quickly took the dragon scale from his waist and pressed it firmly into his palm: "Take it... it can replenish your lost source power."

Tan Suiting had a bad feeling. He desperately refused, tears streaming down his face: "I don't want it, take it back, I don't want it."

He wanted to continue to give Xie Weixing life, but found that his spiritual power was already exhausted.

For the first time, he felt utterly useless, and in despair, he repeated over and over again, "I want you, senior brother, I want you..."

"Don't come looking for me," Xie Weixing said, her lips pale and her eyes cold. "Tan Suiting, did you hear me?"

This is the first time in His Highness's life that his heart has ever ached so much, a pain that feels like it's about to split open, about to shatter, about to tear him in two.

"I won't..." he choked out, gripping the hand of the person in front of him tightly. "Senior brother, don't abandon me, please, don't leave me alone..."

"I said I wouldn't abandon you. Did I ever lie to you, Senior Brother?" Xie Weixing raised his hand and wiped away his tears, holding a half-broken pearl in his palm. "Dragon Palace, believe me, I will come back safely, I will come back to find you."

The pain of his shattered spiritual veins threatened to break him, but Xie Weixing, relying on the spiritual power from the Shennong herb, slowly got up.

Actually, he wasn't sure either.

But he knew that if he didn't say that, Tan Suiting wouldn't survive.

He would definitely follow me to die without hesitation.

Tan Suiting wanted to stay, but the excruciating pain from the shattered divine bones surrounded him, and he could only fall helplessly into Shen Chunri's arms, watching Xie Weixing stagger forward.

Nie Zhao stopped him, her eyes red: "Xiao Shui, we'll go together. No matter where you go, your senior sister will be with you."

Xie Weixing looked at her and gave her a gentle smile: "Senior sister, the wine that Uncle-Master hid was actually drunk by me. I made you take the blame for me."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised his hand, and curled his fingers to wipe the blood from his lips.

Nie Zhao finally shed tears, crimson teardrops falling one by one. She carefully reached out and cupped Xie Weixing's face in her hands: "It doesn't matter, none of it matters... Senior sister is willing to take the punishment for you for a lifetime. Don't leave, senior sister will take you home..."

Xie Weixing felt his spiritual veins shattering inch by inch, and the pale smile on his lips faltered. He slowly shook his head and said, "Senior Sister, listen to me. You must take Xiaolong back to the sect immediately and find Master Uncle. His divine bones are broken and need to be repaired with Dragon Scales."

"No..." Tan Suiting tried desperately to break free from Shen Chunri's embrace.

He lay half-prone on the ground, blood trails from his fingertips dragging across the sword mound floor, his voice filled with utter despair: "No..."

For the first time in his life, the Crown Prince of the East Sea Dragon Clan had ever been so humiliated.

Shen Chunri held the out-of-control Tan Suiting tightly from behind, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. She was still using all her strength to hold him in place, her eyes red and her knuckles white from gripping his fists. She dared not relax for a moment.

She knew all too well that if she let go now, the Crown Prince, who was on the verge of madness, would throw himself at her without hesitation and sink into oblivion along with Xie Weixing.

Nie Zhao's lips were bitten until they bled, her eyes were blurred with tears, and her heart felt like it was being torn apart, with a dull pain that made it hard to breathe.

"I will come back," Xie Weixing said. "Wait for me."

Tan Suiting struggled violently, his stiff back heaving repeatedly, using all his remaining strength to break free from Shen Chunri's embrace, choking out, "Senior brother...no..."

His thin body lay heavily on the cold, icy bluestone ground of the sword mound, his knees scraping against the broken swords in the cracks of the stones, leaving fine bloodstains, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

Xie Weixing turned his face away cruelly.

Nie Zhao shook his head repeatedly, his heart aching: "I won't let you go alone, I will never leave you alone at Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, I..."

She grabbed him, wanting to tear this damned separation apart.

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp glint suddenly appeared in Xie Weixing's eyes, and his palm unexpectedly gathered the remaining spiritual power, which burst forth with chilling force.

He gritted his teeth and hissed, "Bodhi Ice Sprout."

In an instant, countless icy thorns flew out from his palm, a chilling aura sweeping across the entire sword mound, and shattered ice suddenly rose up, carrying an extremely strong repulsive force.

Nie Zhao's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively turned his head to dodge, hastily drawing his Phoenix Sword to block the violent ice force in front of him.

"boom--!"

The ice and fire spiritual energies collided violently, creating a surge of intense air currents that swept across the sky, causing white mist to explode and blur the entire scene before them.

A biting wind howled past, and as the mist and fine ice shards slowly dissipated, the spacious Sword Tomb passage was completely empty.