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

At this moment, the sacred and pure blue ice liquid around him is nourishing Duan Xingchen's physical body. Through the nourishment of his body, the blue ice liquid can seep into Duan Xingchen's body and then nourish his soul.

With Gu Wangjun's anxious words echoing in his ears, Duan Xingchen quickly abandoned the idea of ​​opening his eyes to check the surrounding situation. Instead, he calmed his breathing, suppressed his worries, and continued to circulate the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record within his body.

Gu Wangjun glanced briefly at the bare shoulders on the water's surface, but he didn't harbor any ill intentions towards the star-like beauty who was barely clothed. He just looked somewhat uneasily in the direction of the source of the terrifying demonic aura and took a deep breath.

He stood guard in front of Duan Xingchen, surrounded by wisps of dark figures.

Although their faces were not visible, their outlines suggested they were all wearing Taoist robes, and they appeared to be cultivators from the Holy Feather Sect.

After being devoured, it transforms into a non-human demon... The methods of the Deathly Evil Ice are a desecration of life, one of the extremes of existence standing in opposition to the holy Xuanjin.

Black, boundless black.

Gu Wangjun frowned. He clearly remembered that his teacher had stopped the evil spirit Bing.

If that's the case, why would a demon from the Holy Feather Sect appear here...?

"Holy Maiden... Holy Maiden..."

Murmurs.

Sorrow, pain, and hope...

The sounds coming from the surrounding area pierced Duan Xingchen's eardrums like needles, reaching straight to her consciousness.

Her movements as she activated the Cleansing Demon Desolation Record involuntarily stopped. He could clearly tell that these people were all cultivators from the Holy Feather Sect…

She could even vaguely recall their names... Lin Ke, Hu Xiaoer, Zhao Guoyi, Liu Da...

Duan Xingchen recognized those people's voices, who had rang around him countless times during his cultivation of the Nine Heavenly Purity Formations, and who had exchanged ideas with him countless times.

"Don't listen, don't look."

When Gu Wangjun noticed his junior sister's unease, he immediately shouted angrily, and wisps of blood energy emanated from the orifices on his body.

He instantly appeared in front of the nearest dark figure and mercilessly smashed his iron fist into the other's head.

puff-

Like the sound of a watermelon being smashed.

Black viscous fluid dripped from between his fingers, and the surrounding darkness and cold made Gu Wangjun feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"If you can't do it, let the eldest brother do it."

Gu Wangjun coldly shook the black liquid off his fist, turned his back to Duan Xingchen, and stared at the hundreds of black figures in front of him, his words resolute and full of authority.

Duan Xingchen was taken aback. He didn't say anything, but bit his lower lip tightly with great reluctance. He then put aside all these thoughts and continued to absorb the surrounding blue ice liquid.

A divine radiance lingered on the girl's fair and delicate skin, while the blue ice liquid in the blue ice pool disappeared at a visible rate.

The final stage of the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record: Cleansing the Gods.

That was a feat that even the legendary Emperor Wu, Gu Tianren, had failed to accomplish.

If one completes the cultivation, theoretically, one can directly break through to the Saint Realm and from then on possess the power to resist all evils.

Before Duan Xingchen completed his cultivation—

Countless dark figures emerged from the darkness, their hands forming magical weapons shaped like black thorns—the very weapons they had used in their previous lives. Pairs of eyes, filled with a bloodlust, shone brightly in the darkness, staring intently at the young man who seemed like a guardian deity.

Gu Wangjun clenched his fist and slowly exhaled.

The senior disciple of Yuntian Academy is the person in the world who understands the meaning of responsibility the most.

45. Your senior brother will carry it for you.

Although Blue Ice Liquid is a cold substance, it has the ability to cleanse and freeze the filth in all things. As one of the purest things in this world, Blue Ice Liquid should be extremely cold.

however.

Immersed in the blue ice pool, with his skin no longer blocked by his outer clothing, Duan Xingchen, who should have felt extremely cold, clearly felt his spiritual energy boiling hot within his body.

pain.

Burning pain.

Blood was evaporating, flesh and bones were melting, and internal organs seemed to be scorched by some inexplicable force.

This doesn't seem like ice that can remove impurities at all; rather, it's like sacred fire that can purify everything.

Duan Xingchen frowned deeply. She could roughly imagine the pain the Martial Emperor had endured when cultivating the Purifying Demon Desolation Record...

This is something that ordinary people simply cannot bear.

Stinging pain, tenderness, cramping pain, tearing pain, burning pain, corrosive pain, cutting pain...

It was as if all the pain in the world had merged into one, raging wildly within Duan Xingchen's weak body.

Wasn't the plan to purify the spirit? Why is it the physical body that is suffering?

not understand.

But in any case, she has now arrived here, and she must complete the Purification of Demonic Desolation Record.

Suppressing the indescribable pain, Duan Xingchen slowly circulated the Cleansing Demon Desolation Record, channeling the blue ice liquid that had seeped into his body to his spiritual root—

It was at this time that...

A muffled groan suddenly sounded in my ear.

Duan Xingchen paused involuntarily as he circulated his spiritual energy—it was the voice of his senior brother, Gu Wangjun.

At this moment, Duan Xingchen was sitting cross-legged in the blue ice pool, her face showing deep worry. Because she had to keep her eyes closed and cut off from all information from the outside world when running the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record, she had been in a closed-eye state the whole time.

She even shut down her perception of everything else in the outside world, retaining only a small part of her hearing, in order to focus more intently on absorbing the blue ice liquid in the blue ice pool.

She calmed herself down, and the image of Gu Wangjun—honest, simple, and incredibly reliable—appeared in her mind. She then used a small portion of her spiritual energy to transmit her thoughts: "Senior Brother, are you alright?"

Within seconds, she heard Gu Wangjun's relaxed reply: "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just some minor demons, no problem."

"Really?" Duan Xingchen was still a little worried.

"Ah."

King Gu nodded without saying anything more.

He simply focused his gaze on the extreme blackness before him, then slowly lowered his eyes to look at the chest, which was already corroded and mangled, with the chest and ribs almost visible. He silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Hundreds of dark figures struggled to crawl out from the ever-flowing black pool beneath their feet. These twisted creations had Duan Xingchen as their primary target from the very beginning.

Gu Wangjun was their stumbling block, and from the moment Gu Wangjun stood in front of Duan Xingchen, he became the enemy of this dead river.

He has already killed hundreds of demons.

However, this number is still too small. Within this ever-flowing black dead river, there are countless demons, most of whom are cultivators of the Holy Feather Sect. For every disciple under the Holy Feather Sect, which is at its zenith, there are just as many demons eyeing King Gu.

If they were all low-level demons, that would be fine—

After their deaths, the elders of the Holy Feather Sect also became slaves to the demons. At this moment, the demonic aura emanating from the six dark figures was clearly superior to that of the Void Realm. They also had no consciousness left and staggered toward King Gu like walking corpses.

Their steps were slow, but the tentacles and spikes extending from their backs were swift.

shhhhh--

The sound of something cutting through the air echoed throughout the open space.

Gu Wangjun turned around and smashed three of the black thorns with a palm strike, but the other two pierced his shoulder.

He paid no attention to this, and instead quickly stepped forward, grabbed the head of one of the fallen disciples of the Holy Feather Sect, and crushed his head with his five fingers as he exerted force in his palm.

He dared not be negligent. Not far away, an inconspicuous little demon had already stepped onto the steps leading to the Blue Ice Pool, reaching out its filthy black hand towards their former saintess.

Too far away, Gu Wangjun immediately and decisively pulled out the black thorn from his left shoulder and threw it forward.

puff-

The black thorn pierced the head of the fallen disciple mercilessly, pinning him and the thorn to the distant wall.

At the same time, the murderous intent behind him forced King Gu to turn around again.

Three dark figures attacked from different angles, each wielding a sharp sword formed from black mud. Their speed far exceeded the limits of what a Void Realm cultivator could achieve.

Gu Wangjun himself had been stuck on the path to becoming a Saint for a long time. Due to the body-tempering techniques he practiced, he was still unable to break through the shackles of the Void Realm.

That being said, his physical body was comparable to that of a saint.

Facing the three sharp swords rushing towards him, Gu Wangjun neither dodged nor avoided them. Instead, he fiercely grabbed the two swords flying towards him from both sides. As his palm was cut open with a shocking wound, he forcefully pulled the swords and used the two dark figures on both sides as iron hammers to smash them into the middle.

boom!

Before the dark figure in the center could react, it was attacked from both sides by its companions.

Gu Wangjun released his grip, then charged forward again, using his hard forehead as a hammer to smash it hard against the head of the dark figure in front of him.

A deafening roar erupted, and the fallen elder of the Holy Feather Sect was instantly shattered by the terrifying impact, his body disintegrating into splashing black water and merging back into the dead river.

"Tsk."

Gu Wangjun took a few steps back, distancing himself from the other two fallen demon elders, and then shook his head in pain.

It's so hard.

Although this headbutt directly eliminated one of the opposing players, Gu Wangjun himself was not feeling any better.

At the moment of impact, he felt his head buzzing. The terrifying recoil even made Gu Wangjun think that his head would explode, but fortunately, his head was harder.

That being said.

Duan Xingchen, however, felt increasingly uneasy.

She had noticed something strange about Gu Wangjun's tone earlier. After all, they had been fellow disciples for nearly twenty years, so how could Duan Xingchen not see through Gu Wangjun's slightly defiant tone?

Hearing Gu Wangjun click his tongue again, he couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother, are you really alright?"

"It's nothing."

Gu Wangjun stared nervously into the distance at the figure that was slowly emerging from the River of Death, possessing an unprecedentedly terrifying demonic aura. He took a deep breath.

The main character has arrived.

He adopted a wary stance, staring at the shadow that brought endless fear to the Holy Spirit, and clenched his fists.

"Your senior brother will protect you, so don't worry."

Duan Xingchen: "..."