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

Duan Xingchen remained silent for a long time.

She suppressed her pain and said somewhat uneasily, "Senior brother, if you can't withstand it, I will not undergo this purification tribulation for now... Please don't be reckless."

"No."

Gu Wangjun immediately rejected Duan Xingchen's suggestion: "You must undergo the Tribulation of Purification. The teacher said that only if you successfully overcome the tribulation and master the Record of Purifying Demonic Desolation will you have a chance to leave this place."

"But if it's you, senior brother..."

"I am fine."

Gu Wangjun said in a gentle tone, "You just need to quickly overcome your tribulation. Your senior brother will take care of the rest."

Carry...

As he uttered these words, King Gu gave a wry smile.

A vast, overwhelming wave of demonic energy swept in, a demonic energy completely beyond his comprehension, its terror no less than that of the deadly ice spirit he had previously encountered.

But the Dead Evil Spirit Ice is still being held back by Yun Ping at this moment. If that's the case, then who is the being here that exudes such an extreme aura?

King Gu did not understand.

He doesn't need to understand.

He only needed to endure until Duan Xingchen finished his tribulation.

However, Duan Xingchen unusually became assertive.

Her tone was full of displeasure as she said in a deep voice, "If anything happens to you, Senior Brother, then there is no point in me cultivating this Cleansing Demon Desolation Record. If you were to die at the hands of the demon, how could I be worthy of the title of Holy Maiden of the Holy Feather Sect?"

"You little rascal..."

Gu Wangjun shook his head helplessly, then said, "I will keep you informed of the situation here in real time, so you can rest assured, right?"

“Okay.” Duan Xingchen readily agreed: “When I ask you questions, you must answer me.”

"it is good."

Gu Wangjun knew that Duan Xingchen could neither see nor feel anything at the moment, only his hearing remained, so he agreed.

Hearing that King Gu had agreed so readily, Duan Xingchen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, calmed down, and he began to diligently circulate the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record within his body.

She could feel her body absorbing the blue ice liquid, and a wisp of that heat transformed into icy cold, penetrating her spiritual root and merging into her soul in the next instant.

Memories of the past are resurfacing.

Duan Xingchen saw everything that had happened since her birth, and a cold, sacred aura was bathing her soul and nourishing her memories.

She clearly saw the fragments of memory within her soul being pieced together bit by bit, gradually merging with the blue ice liquid.

The past of the Holy Feather Sect, the unique gentleness of her brother Duan Xingyao, the loving kindness of her grandfather, the sect leader of the Holy Feather Sect... then the experience of the Three-Day Academy, the small fragments of the Cloud Sky Academy, and then every little thing with Gu Wangjun over the past twenty years.

She reminisced about her life, letting the blue ice liquid purify her soul.

It was at this time that...

The sudden roar in his ears startled Duan Xingchen.

She quickly asked, "Senior Brother?"

"It's nothing," Gu Wangjun replied. "I didn't control my strength well just now and flung that demon away."

—In fact.

It was Gu Wangjun who was thrown out.

He patted the dirt off his body and tried to get up, but he couldn't help but gasp.

Gu Wangjun's right arm was pierced by three black spikes, the speed and force of which were far beyond his ability to withstand.

He raised his head, his face solemn as he gazed at the aged figure in the distance, and struggled to his feet.

A few seconds later.

Duan Xingchen noticed ripples suddenly appearing on the blue ice pool, as if something had been thrown into the water.

"Senior Brother...?"

"It's just the jade in the palace, don't get distracted."

Gu Wangjun took more than ten steps back, gritted his teeth, and spoke in the calmest tone possible.

But in reality, Duan Xingchen didn't know that what sank into the blue ice pool was a strong arm.

A few seconds later.

Duan Xingchen felt the entire palace where the blue ice pool was located shake violently due to the impact, and she even felt something fly past her ear.

She panicked slightly, and after a brief silence, she called out again:

"Senior Brother?"

But this time, no one responded to her.

46. ​​Record of the Purification of Demonic Desolation

"Senior Brother?"

Duan Xingchen didn't understand why Gu Wangjun suddenly stopped responding.

Countless possibilities flashed through her mind, but all of them pointed to scenes she did not want to see.

Her soul, which should have been purified, trembled violently in that instant. Fear spread into the depths of her consciousness, binding and restraining her pure soul like hundreds and thousands of chains.

"Senior Brother...can you hear me, Senior Brother?"

Duan Xingchen called out frantically, trying to get a response from the other party.

however.

What she couldn't see was that the young man named Gu Wangjun was lying under the collapsed rocks at this moment, both of his arms had been cut off, blood was flowing down his face, his dusty head drooped down, and his dry and blood-stained lips were trembling slightly.

Of course he can still hear.

At least for now, he can still barely maintain his hearing.

Unfortunately, he almost lost the strength to speak—he couldn't control his muscles, he couldn't control his body, he couldn't run, he couldn't move, and he couldn't speak.

It felt as if his entire body was on fire, and the pain was like a demon devouring his defeated body.

In the distance, the aged figure silently gripped the thick arm that had been forcibly torn off, and with a casual flick, sank the arm into the dark abyss behind him, emanating wisps of foul and gloomy aura.

He seemed too lazy to pay attention to Gu Wangjun, who had obviously lost consciousness, and instead focused his gaze on Duan Xingchen, who was not far away, in the blue ice pool with a furrowed brow.

The black mud beneath his feet was slowly wriggling, so he stepped onto it and moved along the darkness toward Duan Xingchen, who was radiating a holy light.

Duan Xingchen couldn't see it.

She couldn't even sense the danger approaching. Her eyelids, tightly closed, trembled incessantly. In her panic, she said with a hint of cowardice, "Senior Brother, I told you... if something happens to you, I will not undergo this Purification Tribulation."

"Please answer me quickly, you're okay, right?"

—I'm fine.

Gu Wangjun wanted to answer Duan Xingchen.

But his lips could not move, his throat was dry and painful, his internal organs had shifted, and his heart was extremely weak.

I can't move.

In Gu Wangjun's vision, darkness was engulfing the entire palace, leaving only the girl in the blue ice pool, completely unaware of the outside world, stubbornly radiating the last glimmer of light.

Exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave, and Gu Wangjun's consciousness was being constantly assaulted by a tide called death. If he were to slacken his efforts even slightly, or lose focus even for a moment, his life would be lost.

No.

It wasn't just him.

There's also Duan Xingchen, his junior sister.

And the entire Blue Rain Palace is gradually transforming into a real, illusory dream... as well as the real floating island.

Everything will perish.

It could even affect other students at Yuntian Academy.

Survive, survive.

Gu Wangjun had no other thoughts in his mind. Never before in his life had he felt such a strong will to survive, not only for his own survival, but also for the survival of others.

"Senior Brother..."

Duan Xingchen took a deep breath.

now.

Before Duan Xingchen, whose expression was complicated, stood an aged figure draped in a robe made of black mud, who had already reached the top of the steps.

The old man, shrouded in darkness, stood before Duan Xingchen, with thousands upon thousands of black figures behind him, an endless expanse of darkness, like an abyss.

There was no further response from Gu Wangjun, and Duan Xingchen slowly lowered her slender hands that had been holding the Ningyan Jingmo Huangchenlu.

A final trace of stubbornness and resolve appeared on her face: "If you don't respond to me, I won't endure this tribulation..."

These words were spoken as soon as they were uttered.

The twisted, black-liquid-stained right hand reached out to grab Duan Xingchen's head.

This symbolizes the ultimate darkness of the twenty-first level. Perhaps it cannot directly kill Duan Xingchen when he is condensing the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record, but if Duan Xingchen stops condensing the technique, then the moment this arm touches her—

The junior sister from Yuntian Academy is doomed to die.

however.

What no one could have predicted was...

"roll!!!"

The beast-like roar interrupted Duan Xingchen's movements and the movements of that arm.

A figure rushed out from behind Duan Xingchen and stood in front of the girl like a guardian deity. He kicked the twisted arm away, swayed left and right for a moment, and finally stood up straight.

Blood dripped from the severed wound, and the young man named Gu Wangjun stood before Duan Xingchen with an almost vacant look in his eyes.

Is he dead?