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

"A way out?" Yu Xintang chuckled softly, her voice hoarse and weak, filled with endless indifference.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the crimson lines wrapped around his body and the Gu worms that were constantly gnawing at his soul. There was no fear in his eyes, only a calm gentleness.

In his short twenty years, he prided himself on being pure, gentle, and self-disciplined, and never let anyone down.

Now, his only obsession is that sword he used to stab Xie Weixing in the Sword Tomb.

During those dark and gloomy days in southern Xinjiang, he questioned and reflected on himself countless times.

If only he had been more diligent and hardworking, if only he hadn't been lazy when the elders urged him to get up early.

They wouldn't be so easily controlled by the Rebellious Heart Gu.

It will not become a weapon to stab its own kind.

Yu Xintang's eyes were filled with pain, her long hair was disheveled and fell over her shoulders, a few strands of hair were stained with blood and stuck to her pale cheeks, wrapped in a broken and withered, extremely magnificent and stunning beauty.

Despite being covered in wounds and on the verge of exhaustion, there was not a trace of humility in him.

Yu Xintang slowly raised her eyes.

If his existence is seen as a shackle on Xie Weixing's path to revenge, then his life has no meaning whatsoever.

He will grant his request without any coercion.

next moment--

Without hesitation, Yu Xintang raised her right hand, holding the Four Directions Sword horizontally in front of her.

His fingertips were pale and weak, covered with fine scars, yet they carried an unwavering determination as he gripped the thickest crimson Gu thread beside him with his left hand.

The scalding hot silk thread pierced the skin of my palm, instantly leaving deep bloody marks, with blood meandering along the thread.

The excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart suddenly intensified, his whole body convulsed violently, his limbs trembled uncontrollably, his vision blurred, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his tattered clothes, dripping down his chin.

Tan Suiting frowned sharply and shouted angrily, "Stop!"

He raised his sword to stop him.

Without hesitation, Yu Xintang threw out the explosive talisman. Every breath was accompanied by the pain of flesh being torn apart, and her internal organs seemed to be completely out of place.

An explosive talisman unleashed with the full power of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Tan Suiting was blasted far away, and Feng Lianjian crashed to the ground with a clang, its clear sword sound reverberating.

"No!" he roared hoarsely, his voice trembling, a suppressed sob choking in his throat. "Yu Xintang, you're not allowed to die!"

He had already watched his senior brother suffer serious injuries; how could he possibly accept Yu Xintang dying before his very eyes?!

Yu Xintang coughed up a mouthful of blood, her voice as light as a breeze: "Xiao Long, please give my last words to my parents."

"I would say that loyalty and filial piety are hard to reconcile in this world. I am willing to die so as not to cause trouble for the sect."

He had a sore throat, but his eyes and brows were gentle.

"I am an unfilial son. I hope my parents will not worry about me and will live out their years in peace."

"No, no!" Tan Suiting shouted sharply, "Ask Long Lin—!"

A black and red whip flew out from his wrist in an instant, quickly wrapping around Yu Xintang.

But it was too late.

The next moment—

Yu Xintang's five fingers suddenly tightened, and her left hand abruptly straightened the red thread. With all the strength she had before her soul dissipated, she raised the Four Directions Sword and slashed it off!

"Zheng—!"

A crisp, piercing cracking sound suddenly echoed across the altar.

The countless crimson threads of the Gu poison, entwined in the sky, shattered inch by inch at this moment.

They shattered into countless stardust fragments, which dissipated with the wind.

The Rebellious Gu, attached to the silk thread, lost its soul's support and instantly turned into ashes, completely annihilated between heaven and earth.

Yu Xintang shuddered, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of scalding blood, staining a large area of ​​her clothes red, a shocking sight. Broken strands of hair clung to her blood-stained cheeks, creating a heart-wrenching and tragic beauty.

He could no longer hold on and slumped down.

Wen Longlin caught his body steadily.

Su Boyu's heart tightened suddenly. When she came to her senses, a strong panic swept over her whole body. She felt a sudden emptiness in her chest, as if the foundation of her body had been forcibly pulled out. Then her breathing became violent and nauseous.

He kept vomiting black blood mixed with the remains of Gu worms, which spilled onto the bluestone ground.

"Ugh...you..."

Hatred, regret, fear—a myriad of emotions tangled together and stuck in his throat.

They scheme and plot, using other people's fates as pawns.

In the end, he was ultimately devoured by the forbidden technique he had planted himself.

The speed at which his soul disintegrated was accelerating, his life force rapidly dissipated along the gaps in the broken Gu threads, and his bones felt a dull, shattering pain as his cultivation crumbled inch by inch.

"ah--!"

Su Boyu's body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably, dark lines of Gu poison crawled all over her face, and her eyes, full of resentment and venom, were filled with hatred.

Suddenly, his limbs stiffened abruptly.

The next moment, his body slowly slumped to the ground, and he stopped struggling.

The last sob faded into the air.

He controlled Yu Xintang, and ultimately died at Yu Xintang's hands.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

"Senior brother—!" Tan Suiting cried out hoarsely, almost recklessly kneeling and rushing over to catch the person. The man who had been so fierce and ruthless just moments before now had a look of shock and confusion in his eyes.

His fingertips trembled, he was as helpless as a child, his eyes were red and swollen, his long eyelashes were wet with tears, and even his shoulders and back were shaking uncontrollably.

Blood seeped into his black and gold robe, leaving no trace.

He never intended for Yu Xintang to die; everything he did was to make Su Boyu pay for Xie Weixing's life.

A sharp shout rang out from behind: "Tang'er—!"

The newcomer was dressed in a moon-white holy robe, the hem of which was embroidered with the unique begonia pattern of Penglai. His features were dignified and elegant, and the silver hairpin at the end of his hair swayed violently with his running steps, the pearls and jade jingling as they clattered together.

A group of people followed behind her: the Dragon Clan Emperor and Empress, Feng Yu, and Nie Zhao and Shen Chunri, who should have been recuperating at the Feng Hua Sect.

"Xintang!"

"Senior brother—"

Several desperate screams broke out of his throat.

Yu Wan staggered, and the jade necklace on her wrist crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Ignoring the bloodstains and sharp stones on the ground, she stumbled forward, her face drained of all color.

"Tang'er!" Her voice was shrill and mournful, echoing throughout the altar, filled with disbelief as if her bloodline had been severed. Her voice trembled and became incoherent, mixed with suppressed sobs.

She knelt down heavily, ignoring the sticky bloodstains on the ground, and with trembling hands, carefully embraced her own child, holding his gradually cooling body.

Yu Xintang lay in her arms, opening her mouth as if to speak, but only blood gushed out, her life force rapidly draining from her body.

Yu Wan's slender fingertips touched her son's cold cheek, and the last bit of warmth quickly dissipated.

"My child... my heart's desire..."

She gently pressed her cheek against Yu Xintang's blood-stained forehead, and the spiritual energy of Penglai uncontrollably scattered and leaked outwards, the halo flickering, and large tears fell onto Yu Xintang's tattered robes.

The once aloof and powerful Holy Maiden of Penglai Realm is now just an ordinary mother about to lose her beloved son.