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

Without his protective spatial barrier, everyone would have been roasted alive by the terrifying ground temperature.

Nie Zhao was breathing heavily and kept turning around to check on his junior brothers and sisters, using the Phoenix Fire as a barrier to protect them.

Shen Chunri was almost exhausted, and he stuffed the Azure Sky Rejuvenation Pills, which were at the Golden Core stage, into his mouth one after another, like candy beans.

She has a wood elemental root, so she is naturally afraid of fire, let alone the deadly high temperature of the Li Huo Mountain Range.

Xie Weixing's lips were slightly pale, but his expression didn't change much. He had consumed the least amount of spiritual energy. The coldness brought by the Bodhi Ice Sprout kept him in relatively good spirits, but he had to replenish it immediately after it disappeared. Otherwise, the large temperature difference would cause irreparable damage to his body.

This requires extremely high skill in mastering spiritual power and timing the release of incantations.

From being flustered at the beginning to being completely at ease now, Xie Weixing could clearly feel that his control over spiritual power was improving at an extremely terrifying speed.

Five-sevenths.

The surrounding air became distorted and turbulent, and people didn't even dare to open their mouths to breathe, for fear of swallowing tiny sparks.

Yu Xintang used half of her Qinghan protective talisman on Shen Chunri, and then drew thirteen more using her remaining spiritual power. Her body was nearing its limit, and she was breathing heavily.

Tan Suiting's space was no longer usable, his spiritual energy was about to be exhausted, and his face was pale.

Nie Zhao looked extremely haggard. For the first time, she realized how terrifying fire could be. She only had one-third of her spiritual power left, and the Phoenix Fire could only protect herself and could no longer help others.

Suddenly, Shen Chunri stopped in her tracks, her whole body trembling, her chest heaving violently: "You should leave..."

Nie Zhao turned around and calmed his breathing: "What nonsense are you talking about? We are fellow disciples, so naturally we should be together."

Shen Chunri shook her head: "I'm sorry, I...I really..."

She was unsteady on her feet and looked like she was about to faint.

One hand quickly supported the person.

Xie Weixing was pale, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he squatted down with his back to her.

Yu Xintang quickly came to help. Shen Chunri, still half asleep, put her arm around Xie Weixing's shoulder and was then carried on his back.

"Are you alright? Don't push yourself." Nie Zhao hadn't expected that Xie Weixing, with his water-ice spiritual root, would be the most relaxed. He frowned deeply. "If you can't hold on anymore, just say so, I'll carry you."

Xie Weixing hooked her leg around the other person's leg, and even had the leisure to wink at Nie Zhao, but her voice was a little weak: "I can't hold on anymore, Senior Sister, you carry two of them."

Six-sevenths.

The earth fire spiritual power was domineering and violent. Yu Xintang's face was pale. She used the last bit of spiritual power to blow out a hurricane, but the wind was crushed by the heat wave as soon as it started.

Xie Weixing was carrying Shen Chunri on his back, while also measuring the distance and controlling the Bodhi Ice Sprout. He was multitasking, and his arms were trembling.

Tan Suiting grasped his hand, her voice hoarse: "Let me do it."

Xie Weixing weighed the options for a moment and nodded.

A soft, weak voice came from behind: "Put me down... If I die... I'll become a ghost and haunt the Sun and Moon Palace..."

The group exchanged glances, finding it astonishing that they could still laugh despite the fine cuts on their bodies from the fiery blades, which ached with every laugh.

"Shut up," Yu Xintang said helplessly.

Tan Suiting carried Shen Chunri on his back, but halfway there, Nie Zhao took over.

The last seventh of the journey is the most difficult.

Even Nie Zhao, who possessed the highest cultivation level and the best fire spirit root, could not hold on any longer. Her face was pale, she was panting heavily, and she could hardly move an inch.

Yu Xintang almost fell, but Tan Suiting caught her.

Shen Chunri struggled to get off Nie Zhao's back, her face extremely pale.

She took two deep breaths; the rest she'd just had had restored some of her spiritual energy. "I'm really going to fight you damned bastards..."

After speaking, he slowly began to move forward, step by step.

Xie Weixing couldn't even tremble; the blood that had seeped out had already dried.

Every step, even the distance of a palm's breadth, was incredibly difficult.

Everything was ruined by that wretched Feng Jilan. Not only did he take away the items, but he also sealed half of the spiritual power.

And there's also the head of the Medicine Sect at the Sun and Moon Palace.

Even Zhou Bapi wasn't as ruthless as those two.

It was already difficult enough, but they were even more afraid that the victims wouldn't die, so they went straight to double the hellish difficulty.

They couldn't help but fantasize in their hearts about what it would be like to regain the other half of their spiritual power right now...

Spiritual power, come back! I promise I'll behave from now on.

The group now has a very deep understanding of controlling spiritual energy.

Yu Xintang grew up in Penglai Realm and was extremely talented. She had everything she wanted and had never experienced such a life-or-death situation before.

His lips were dry, even the physiological tears that flowed had evaporated, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm not leaving... I might as well die."

His pride as a chosen one of heaven made him unwilling to burden his fellow disciples.

Xie Weixing struggled to lift his feet, then turned his head upon hearing this: "Can't walk anymore?"

The voices of the group were all hoarse, like a bunch of elementary school kids who had eaten all the cheap, unregulated spicy snacks sold outside the school gates and were still shouting that Han Xin could easily get a double kill in the early game with red and blue buffs.

Yu Xintang didn't even have the strength to speak, so she nodded hastily.

Xie Weixing remained silent for a moment, then took two steps back, pulled him into her arms, and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Yu Xintang was stunned: "Didn't you say..."

"Are you crazy?" Xie Weixing chuckled. "After you die, who's going to be an idiot and burn money for us?"

After saying that, Yu Xintang saw blood beads appearing on the skin on the side of his ear due to the intense pressure of spiritual energy.

A sour feeling spread from my heart to every part of my body.

I hadn't shed a tear during the hardships and suffering I had just endured, but now my eyes were red.

Yu Xintang quickly turned her head away.

Xie Weixing started singing in a cheeky tone: "Men, cry, it's not a sin..."

The once-proud, gentle young man's voice has turned into a broken gong.

Tears welled up in Yu Xintang's eyes, but she was also amused: "Are you fucking sick?"

Suddenly, Tan Suiting coughed violently, turned his head, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

He was always powerful, which made everyone forget that he was the youngest, only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, without any talismans or pills to help him, and in fact, he spent the first half of the journey providing spatial isolation for others.

The spiritual energy had long been depleted.

"Little Dragon!" Nie Zhaogang reached out to take it.

A figure was faster than her, pulling Tan Suiting into its arms first.

Yu Xintang was pushed away without hesitation and almost suffered a fatal elbow injury.

?

Fortunately, Nie Zhao caught him quickly and put his arm around him.

Yu Xintang was shocked, and said in a hoarse, spicy voice, "Xie Weixing, I'm going to kill you..."

Xie Weixing didn't bother with him, and hugged the exhausted Tan Suiting, his brows furrowing deeply: "Dragon Palace, Little Dragon Palace?"

He used his spiritual power to transform into a small stream of water, feeding it little by little into Tan Suiting's pale lips.

Tan Suiting leaned against him, her long, slender, white fingers gently grasping his vermilion hair ribbon. Her fingertips convulsed from exhaustion, and she gently squeezed back, making them appear exceptionally vibrant in her overly pale palms.