The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Before the words were even finished, "Wu Ming Yuan" moved.

He didn't use any fancy spells; he simply took a step forward.

In one step, he traversed a distance of dozens of feet and appeared in front of Wu Minghuang!

Fast! So fast that Wu Minghuang's spiritual sense could barely detect his movements!

"Prison Suppression - The Demon's Clutch!"

A giant hand covered in jet-black scales and wreathed in billowing demonic energy appeared out of thin air and slammed down towards Wu Minghuang!

The power of this palm strike was more than ten times stronger than the one Wu Mingyuan had used before!

Before the palm strike even arrived, the terrifying demonic pressure had already caused the Phoenix True Fire surrounding Wu Minghuang to sway violently, as if it were about to be extinguished at any moment.

Wu Minghuang gritted her teeth and pushed the Heavenly Phoenix Golden Pill to its limit. Crimson-gold flames shot into the sky, transforming into a fiery phoenix poised to take flight, and crashed fiercely into the black demonic hand!

"boom!"

The flames and demonic energy collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar.

The violent energy shockwaves spread outwards, carving deep trenches into the ground.

The fiery phoenix only lasted a moment before letting out a mournful cry and collapsing with a deafening roar!

Although the black demonic hand had dimmed considerably, its momentum remained undiminished, slamming heavily onto Wu Minghuang's crossed arms as she tried to block.

"Snap!"

A clear cracking sound rang out.

Wu Minghuang was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and flew backward, spitting out blood and her arms twisting unnaturally.

She crashed heavily into a rock, creating spiderweb-like cracks in the hard rock before sliding to the ground.

Excruciating pain! The bones in both arms were shattered, the internal organs seemed to have shifted, the true energy in the meridians was running wild, and even the light of the Heavenly Phoenix Golden Elixir had dimmed considerably.

gap......

This is the absolute difference in their levels of understanding!

The opponent is at least in the late Nascent Soul stage, or even possibly in the Divine Transformation stage!

Having just completed her first Nirvana and entered the early stage of the Golden Core realm, she was completely powerless to fight back!

"Oh? He's still alive?"

Wu Mingyuan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "The life force of the Heavenly Phoenix Body is indeed tenacious, but that's all it can do."

He raised his right hand and made a fist in the air with his five fingers.

The air around Wu Minghuang suddenly solidified, turning into invisible shackles that bound her firmly to the spot, preventing her from moving even a finger.

"it's over."

Wu Mingyuan pointed his fingers like a sword, and jet-black sword energy condensed at his fingertips, exuding a terrifying aura that could pierce through everything and extinguish all life.

"This sword will pierce your golden core and annihilate your soul, but it will not completely destroy your physical body."

"A complete Heavenly Phoenix Body is a rare treasure."

The sword energy at his fingertips became increasingly solid, and even the space around him began to distort slightly.

Wu Minghuang struggled desperately, the remaining Phoenix True Fire within her burning wildly in an attempt to break free of the restraints. But the invisible force remained as immovable as a mountain.

Am I going to die...?

A sense of despair welled up inside her.

Nirvana? Given such an absolute power disparity, can the Nirvana Seal truly function?

Even if they could, would they give me a chance to be reborn?

The sword energy pierced through the air, as black as ink, like a death line tearing through the heavens and earth, aimed straight at her brow!

Wu Minghuang closed her eyes.

However, the expected excruciating pain and darkness did not come.

She heard a soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

"Pop".

She opened her eyes.

Suddenly, a figure in a green robe appeared silently in front of her.

Chen Xiang.

He was still wearing that ordinary blue robe, his back as straight as a pine tree.

Faced with the terrifying sword energy that was enough to instantly kill a Nascent Soul cultivator, he simply raised his right hand.

It lacked any earth-shattering grandeur or dazzling brilliance.

He simply touched the tip of the dark sword energy with the tip of his index finger.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The jet-black sword energy, imbued with the power of annihilation, froze the moment it touched Chen Xiang's fingertips.

Then, starting from the tip, it disintegrates inch by inch, turning into the purest black smoke, which drifts away with the wind.

The entire process was silent and stealthy, as if it were not a demonic killing move that could easily take a person's life, but just a fragile soap bubble.

The sinister smile on Wu Mingyuan's face froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, an incredulous look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"Who...who are you?!"

His voice was distorted with shock.

Although he didn't use his full strength in this sword strike, he still used 70% of his power, which was enough to severely injure or even kill an ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

How could it be broken so easily with just one finger?!

Chen Xiang did not answer him.

He withdrew his finger and turned to look at Wu Minghuang, who was slumped on the ground, her arms twisted and covered in blood.

Wu Minghuang stared at him blankly, her lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, mingling with the blood on his face as they slid down.

"Holy Master...I..."

Her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, "I failed... the Nirvana Seal... it didn't trigger... I... I can't do it..."

Her aura was rapidly weakening, and the light of the Heavenly Phoenix Golden Pill was growing dimmer.

Forcibly urging her power to resist the confinement, coupled with the severe injury from the previous palm strike, had left her on the verge of death.

She could feel her life force rapidly draining from her body.

Chen Xiang squatted down, reached out, and gently brushed away the strands of hair on her forehead that were stuck together with blood and sweat.

His movements were gentle, and his eyes were calm and undisturbed.

"Failure is failure, it's no big deal," he said casually.

Wu Minghuang's tears flowed even more fiercely: "But...didn't you say...failure in Nirvana...was my destiny...I...I accept my fate..."

Chen Xiang looked into her tearful and desperate eyes and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority, as if stating the most fundamental laws of the universe:

"Your fate is in my hands."

Wu Minghuang's crying stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at Chen Xiang, at his calm, deep-pool-like eyes, and at his still expressionless face.

An indescribable warmth instantly washed away all the despair and grievances in her heart.

She remembered how he taught her Taoist texts, how he sat under the peach tree drinking tea, and how he said, "I'll remember you"...

It turns out that when he said "remember," he meant more than just remembering.

It turns out that he was willing to break the rules he had set for her.

Wu Minghuang's lips curled up little by little.

Despite her face being covered in blood, despite the excruciating pain in her arms, and despite being barely breathing, she smiled.

His smile was incredibly bright and radiant, as if all the gloom had vanished in that smile.

"Um!"

She nodded heavily, her voice thick with nasal tone, yet filled with the joy and reliance of someone who had survived a disaster.

Chen Xiang looked at the bright smile on her face, which was mixed with blood and tears, and his eyes flickered slightly.

He stood up and turned back to 'Wu Mingyuan', or rather, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord.

This time, his eyes changed.

It was no longer the calm and indifferent demeanor of before, but rather tinged with a hint of coldness.

It resembles unyielding ice that has never melted for millennia, or a deity looking down upon ants from the heavens.

"The Myriad Transformations Demonic Sect? I'll remember that."

Chen Xiang spoke slowly.

His voice was calm, yet it caused the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's expression to suddenly darken.