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

Yu Xintang's lips were pale. She raised her hand and grasped the end of her mother's hair, instinctively turning her head to hide in her mother's arms, and said hoarsely, "Mother..."

"Mother is here..." Yu Wan answered, choking back tears. "Mother is here, Tang'er, Mother is here."

"Mother...I," blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, "I can't...inherit the Penglai Realm..."

"No, it won't happen," Yu Wan hugged him, tears streaming down her face, "Tang'er, you won't die."

Shen Chunri stood a little distance away, his deep green eyes, unique to the Azure Serpent Clan, now devoid of any light, staring blankly at the person half-lying in Yu Wan's arms.

Is that Yu Xintang?

Is this... Senior Brother?

She didn't dare to recognize him.

All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant. His fingers, which were gripping the short blade, slowly loosened, and the weapon crashed to the bluestone ground.

Along the way, she talked a lot to Nie Zhao, saying that she wanted to kill Su Boyu herself and avenge Xie Weixing.

Now?

The girl, who used to be fiery and outspoken, with her love and hate written all over her face, now lost all expression.

She had no strength.

She couldn't cry.

A moment later, Shen Chunri's back tensed slightly, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, her lips were pursed tightly until they turned bluish-white, her eyes quickly reddened, and large tears welled up unexpectedly.

Such a gentle person.

Yu Xintang, such a good person.

How could they have ended up like this?

"Senior brother..." Shen Chunri approached in a trembling voice, slowly kneeling down. His voice was shaking, and sobs were stuck in his throat, breaking into a broken mess. "Yu Xintang, Master is still waiting for you, and Uncle-Master is still waiting for you to come home. What's wrong? Get up."

Her chest heaved violently, tears streaming down her face, dripping onto Yu Xintang's disheveled hair. She held his hand tightly, channeling spiritual energy into him, her voice still tinged with confusion: "Get up, Yu Xintang, come with me, come back to the sect with me."

Nie Zhao's lips were pale, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear silently rolled down her cheek.

This tear was so precious to her.

Tan Suiting's eyes were ashen and blank.

He watched helplessly as his fellow disciples died before his very eyes, twice.

Such a blow would be devastating to anyone.

He knew that Yu Xintang wanted to eliminate his weakness and avenge Xie Weixing.

But for him, revenge was necessary, and the lives of his fellow disciples also had to be spared.

If Yu Xintang were to perish today, even if Su Boyu were to be reduced to ashes, it would only be another blow to the Feng Hua Sect.

"Tang'er..." Yu Wan hugged him, choking back tears, her hands gathering spiritual power.

Yu Xintang felt as if every bone in her body was shattering. She looked up at her mother's tear-streaked face and saw her usually proud and strong-willed fellow disciple crying uncontrollably for her sake.

His breathing was weak, and blood kept oozing from the corner of his mouth as he gasped for breath.

Shen Chunri was still channeling healing spiritual energy into his hands.

"Little snake...stop." His lips were pale, and he smiled faintly, his breath weak. "My soul is broken, I'm exhausted, and living on is just torture."

"I'll endure the torment with you." Shen Chunri gripped his hand tightly, her voice stubborn and choked with emotion. "Throughout the world, I will search every corner of the land and find the elixir to repair your soul. Before we left, Master and Uncle-Master told us to return to our sect safely. Do you dare to break your promise, Yu Xintang?"

"Don't die, Yu Xintang, Senior Brother," she sobbed, her voice like that of a small animal, "Don't die...don't abandon us."

Yu Xintang gently tugged at the corner of her lips.

He sacrificed his life, severing his own destiny and destroying his own chance at life.

Even if one dies and one's soul is annihilated, there is no going back.

I have no regrets.

He didn't want the sect to have any reservations about him, his junior brothers to compromise for him, or his fellow disciples to be held back by him, thus ending up with their efforts thwarted.

He wanted them to be invincible, to be free from all constraints, to avenge their great grudge, and to live out the rest of their lives without any worries, in peace and tranquility.

He slowly loosened his grip on the Four Directions Sword, little by little.

The longsword slipped from his palm and fell to the ground.

The rebellious Gu is destroyed, and the blood-red thread is severed.

Yu Xintang's soul was shattered.

……

The bloodstains on the altar were still wet, and the cold wind pierced through the ravaged southern frontier, sweeping away the scattered stones and dirt.

With Su Boyu's death and the disappearance of his Dao, the Gu calamity was completely annihilated.

Yu Xintangtang was in her mother's arms with her eyes closed. Her soul had completely collapsed due to severing the Gu threads, and her meridians were decaying inch by inch.

Tan Suiting knelt in a pool of blood, his face streaked with tears. His former arrogance had shattered into endless silence.

Shen Chunri stood with her head bowed, her shoulders trembling slightly, only her heart-wrenching sobs, which she desperately tried to suppress, could be heard.

Nie Zhao stood to one side, his fingertips gripping the sword turning white as he fiercely pinched the web of his hand.

Feng Yu, however, remained calm. He quickly walked over, placed his fingers on Yu Xintang's neck, and only withdrew his hand after a long while.

"Uncle-Master—" Shen Chunri's face was covered in tears as she turned around and hugged his leg. "Uncle-Master, please save him! Uncle-Master, please save him! You always love Yu Xintang the most, please..."

Feng Yu opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again, raised his hand, and gently pulled the girl into his arms to comfort her.

Just when everyone was in despair, a gentle and vast radiant light suddenly spread across the sky.

That holy light was extremely clear, untouched by any worldly impurities, dispelling all the blood, poison, and filth of the Southern Frontier.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, and faint light emanated from it. The holy light of Penglai Realm pierced through the dome of the altar, broke through layers of cloud barriers, and gently descended.

Yu Wan's jade ornaments shone quietly, her face calmed down slightly, but her eyes still held a chilling coldness that had not yet faded.

Penglai Realm is the only demigod realm in the cultivation world. It stands above the vast sea and towering clouds, and is the only secret realm in the world where one can repair damage to one's soul.

To inherit the Penglai Realm, besides possessing demigod blood, there is another condition.

He received the approval of Heaven.

Once the laws of the Three Realms are established, mortals die and their souls scatter, immortals perish and their gods perish. Once the soul is annihilated, the cycle of reincarnation ends completely, and there is no possibility of rebirth.

Everything in the universe has its predetermined course.

Life and death are irreversible, and cause and effect are inescapable.

However, the descendants of Penglai are an exception.

As long as one gains the approval of Heaven, one can be spared from life and death.

Penglai, imbued with the spiritual energy of the beginning of heaven and earth, nurtures the Nine-Turn Spiritual Spring. Within its clan, there remains a ten-thousand-year-old begonia spiritual root, and it uniquely possesses the ancient secret technique of reshaping the soul.

Ordinary spells can only prolong life and reshape the body, but the Holy Maiden of Penglai—who is also Yu Xintang's mother—can do so.

It possesses a unique innate secret technique that can collect remnants of the souls of heaven and earth, piece together shattered divine souls, and repair broken divine veins.

Yu Xintang was not completely destroyed.

His heart was pure, unburdened by any evil deeds, and his soul was spotless. Even if it crumbled, it would not return to nothingness.

This is his chance for survival, a unique opportunity in Penglai.

This is also why Yu Wan crossed mountains and seas, disregarding everything to come here.

She can mend a broken soul that others cannot save. She can reverse the destiny of life and death that others cannot change.