Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Yunping's magic technique has cracked, which is the first time this has ever happened!

Ye Yuchan's hand had been grabbed by Yun Ping at some point. The old rogue narrowed his eyes, seemingly wondering about something, and his expression gradually turned gloomy as he stared at the enormous creature in front of him.

He knew very well what the enormous thing in front of him was.

It is precisely because it is so clear that I am so puzzled.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The sea of ​​fire surged twice, and from the boundless flames, two curved, scorching golden horns slowly rose.

Next came the head that seemed to blot out the sky—a head as elegant as a peacock, yet burning with raging flames, with two curved horns that exuded majesty.

The moment Ye Yuchan saw that enormous head, she almost involuntarily associated it with a mythical creature from her memory.

—Vermilion Bird.

It lay prone, its head drooping, seemingly staring weakly at Yun Ping and Ye Yuchan, who was paralyzed in her wheelchair and unable to get up. A powerful flame burned continuously in its pure golden pupils.

It glanced briefly at the demons who were bowing and standing motionless like servants not far away. The latter immediately understood, knelt down three times, and then stepped into the flames, disappearing without a trace.

And so, in the pure white light and the space of pure flames, only it and Yunping remained.

"It has been quite a long time." Yunping looked up, gazing at the enormous head. "How many years?"

"Who remembers that kind of thing?"

Its voice was very soft, but within that softness, there seemed to be a hint of superior arrogance.

—It's like the gentleness of a tyrant towards the weak.

"That old rogue...it, it is..."

Ye Yuchan didn't even dare to point at the creature in front of her that seemed to have stepped out of mythology, and asked tremblingly.

Yunping nodded and met the golden eyes: "This is the Yangque Yinghuo."

"But why is it completely different from the extreme we encountered before..."

completely different.

The elegance of Silver Frost and Snow Ice, the allure of Netherworld Ghost Fire—while both are undoubtedly exceptional, they are at least not the same as the previous Yang Que Ying Huo…

"This is what I truly look like."

In response to Ye Yuchan's question, Yang Queyinghuo answered frankly: "Some others have forgotten their original appearance, which is why they live on in human or other forms. I am different from them."

"This is... the ultimate, truly..."

It covers an area of ​​several miles and is a terrifying existence, like a prehistoric behemoth.

Yunping took a stool from his storage ring, and to make sure it wouldn't break, he cast a few spells on it before casually sitting down on the sea of ​​fire.

"Given our relationship, there's no need for pleasantries, right? I'll just get straight to the point. You should know why I'm here."

"I know."

Golden pupils gazed at Ye Yuchan in the wheelchair.

In an instant, a terrifying divine sense, beyond description, swept across Ye Yuchan's entire body. At that moment, her soul seemed to no longer belong to her, and her entire body was completely at the mercy of others.

Yang Queyinghu shook its head, and the flaming earth that rolled down from above fell like meteorites onto the distant sea of ​​fire.

"The Abyss is Terrifying Ice." It looked at Yun Ping with a hint of mockery. "I never imagined that you, with three lifetimes of rebirth and three lifetimes of wives, would suffer such a calamity. Perhaps this is the price of defying the heavens?"

"She is my disciple." Yun Ping's expression gradually turned cold. He disliked Yang Queyinghuo bringing up the past. "Compared to that, only you in the whole world can cure the erosion of the Abyss Ice."

"apprentice?"

Yang Queyinghuo glanced at Ye Yuchan with interest and said meaningfully, "Those two from back then were just casual acquaintances of yours."

"Will you treat it or not?"

Not wanting to waste any more words with this guy, Yunping's tone suddenly turned stern.

Yang Queyinghuo seemed to realize that Yunping had no intention of continuing to joke with him, and instead spoke seriously:

"Since you're so eager for an answer, then I'll tell you..."

It paused, and when it spoke again, its words were icy cold.

"I can't cure it."

58. Then let's give up on treatment!!

What does "cannot be cured" mean?

Yunping's tone suddenly hardened.

He was not dissatisfied with Yang Queyinghuo's attitude, because what the other party said was not something like "I will not treat" or "I do not want to treat".

He heard it clearly; it was a declaration of incompetence—

[Incurable]

With Yang Queyinghuo's arrogant attitude, even in front of Yunping, he would rarely admit that he was unable to do something.

"..."

Yunping could feel the silver-haired girl beside him tremble slightly, and a trace of paleness gradually appeared on her pretty face.

For her, Yang Que Ying Huo was her last hope, but now the only person in the world who could save her said that he couldn't cure her.

This means that...

She's beyond saving.

"If it were me in the past, I might have given it a try."

Faced with Yun Ping's question, Yang Queyinghuo's large pupils looked at Ye Yuchan, staring intently at the silver-haired girl sitting motionless in a wheelchair.

It slowly closed its eyes, exhaled a hot breath, and its tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"Her corruption is too deep. It seems that Abyss Frost has been preparing for this for a long time and has been lurking for a long time. Half of her body has been completely corrupted and can no longer be called a human body. If we really want to talk about it, she can't even be considered human now."

"Furthermore, her cultivation level wasn't high to begin with. If the corrosive effect had been less intense, I might still be able to save her now..."

Yunping narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean by 'the you of the past'? You are now..."

"That black rain—"

The Yangque Yinghuo slowly lowered its enormous head, burying it in the raging sea of ​​fire.

Perhaps to prevent Yunping from seeing the fear filling his eyes, his slightly trembling words still betrayed his deep-seated terror of the rain.

"Since that black rain, my origins have suffered unprecedented damage. Although I have recovered a little, some fundamental aspects can no longer be restored."

It's black rain again...

This was the information Yunping had previously received. Due to a black rain, Yang Que Ying Huo had to move his Yang Que Fire Domain to the Netherworld. However, Yunping did not expect that Yang Que Ying Huo's origin would be severely damaged.

How many things in this world can damage the ultimate essence?

The Heavenly Dao is one example. As the head of the three thousand Great Daos, although the ultimate Dao is an existence that transcends the Great Daos, the Heavenly Dao is still the Heavenly Dao. If a real fight were to break out, it wouldn't be a big problem for the Heavenly Dao to fight a certain ultimate Dao to the point of mutual destruction.

But God isn't stupid, why would He fight with His own people for no reason?

A fortune teller?

There are only a handful of half-immortal level figures in the three great heavens, but even half-immortal level figures cannot truly cause substantial, fundamental damage to the ultimate, and therefore are not those half-immortal level great powers.

That leaves only a few options—

"Was that black rain caused by some other extreme force?"

Yunping's question startled Yang Queyinghuo.

It gently fanned its fiery feathers, instantly unleashing a scorching storm of flames, but the storm quickly subsided.

It spoke again, responding to Yunping's question: "I don't know, but I did sense an aura of another extreme at the time..."

"Who?"

"Deadly Evil Spirit Ice".

Yunping frowned, seemingly puzzled: "He should still be in the Abyss of the Demon Clan."

"Maybe he's already out."

"He can't get out alone."

"So someone released him."

Yang Queyinghuo's head remained engulfed in flames, obscuring his expression.

He remained prostrate, his massive body still prostrate, his tone suddenly turning sharp: "You should be able to guess who it is... You should have already seen the others..."

Yes, Yunping could guess.

Rather, the answer is already quite obvious.

“That pursuer…”

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuchan could no longer remain calm. "Is it that pursuer again?"

This wasn't the first time she'd heard those three words.

As for Yunping, ever since he saw the Seven Dream Tree that day, the pursuers seemed to have been constantly surrounding them, as if everything was related to that mysterious guy.

Who exactly is this guy...?

Yunping had tried to find the pursuer's location more than once, using his divine sense and even his own incredible ancient abilities, but he still could not detect the person's existence.

It was as if he didn't exist in this world at all.

Yunping looked at Yang Queyinghuo, who was lying prostrate on the ground, and asked, "So you were injured by them?"

"Yes... it has damaged my very core. In my current state, I am unable to heal your disciple."

"..."

Yunping fell silent.

If even Yang Queyinghuo says there's no way to save him, then there probably really isn't any way to save him.

If even the ultimate source is damaged, then even he cannot heal that invisible wound. If we insist on saying that there is anyone in the world who can heal Yang Que Ying Huo, then only that person can do it.