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

No.

But it could also be described as dead.

Because at this moment, King Gu has lost his self-awareness and is acting entirely on his most primal instincts.

Those empty eyes, as if they would fall into an abyss at any moment, are the best proof.

Duan Xingchen was stunned. She could tell that the roar came from her senior brother.

However, she could also tell that it was a final, desperate roar, delivered with all its might.

This time, Duan Xingchen did not call out to Prince Gu again. She could already imagine the miserable state Prince Gu was in at this moment.

Even in this state, you still have to force yourself to say you're okay.

Was it simply to put her mind at ease that you didn't say anything?

She didn't speak, but silently used her hands to perform the incantation for the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record.

……

King Gu is a beast.

At least at this moment, he was a beast fighting only for Duan Xingchen.

They have no self-awareness, no knowledge of pain, and live solely on the most primal instincts.

Faced with the countless fallen demon cultivators before him, he did not step forward to tear them apart. Instead, he stood quietly in place, and as thousands of black spikes fell around him, he roared with all his might like a madman.

No one had ever seen Prince Gu look like this.

There was none before, and there is none now.

If Duan Xingchen hadn't kept her eyes tightly closed, she certainly wouldn't have believed that this monstrous person was her senior brother.

But what about wild animals?

When wild beasts face a hail of bullets, a raging fire, or an earthquake... how can their claws and teeth continue to be effective?

Wild beasts cannot tear apart beings that are many times stronger than themselves. No matter how crazy they are, no matter how unwavering their will is, their weak bodies will eventually be destroyed.

Just like Gu Wangjun at this moment, not to mention that he no longer has his arms, which serve as claws.

Puff puff--

That was the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, tearing through the chest, penetrating the knee, and nailing through the abdomen.

Those were countless black thorns filling the sky.

It was an incalculable quantity, a black rain that descended like a violent storm.

No matter how powerful the roar and howl of King Gu were, how could they destroy this terrifying black rain? How could they stop the encroaching darkness?

"A trapped beast."

The aged figure moved slowly, climbing back up the steps from the bottom.

The words that came out of his mouth were words of compassion, tinged with helplessness and tenderness.

He approached Gu Wangjun and looked closely at the ferocious beast that existed solely for protection—its body was covered in black thorns formed from demonic energy, its breathing had stopped, and its heart was about to cease beating.

Rao is so.

Despite losing both arms, Gu Wangjun, with his upper body bare, still managed to lift his head with great difficulty, staring intently at the dark figure in front of him with his blood-covered face.

He opened his mouth, spat out blood, and tried to smash his head against the old man in front of him.

boom!

With a violent surge of waves, the old man remained motionless, while Gu Wangjun was completely unable to move.

Just as Gu Wangjun was about to collapse from exhaustion, the old man suddenly extended his left hand.

In stark contrast to his twisted, foul-smelling right hand, which reeked of death, the old man's left hand was ordinary...

Like any other elderly person, it has a few wrinkles and a few calluses on the inside. Although it is a bit rough, it is warm.

He put his left arm around Gu Wangjun and gently laid him down.

"well done."

The old man's tone was filled with sorrow and admiration.

If Gu Wangjun were still conscious, he would be puzzled as to why this old man would react this way to him.

The old man sighed deeply, then stood up and silently extended his right hand, a symbol of death, toward Gu Wangjun's head.

"Rest in peace now," the old man said.

His words were filled with reluctance.

He was like a contradiction, feeling pity for Gu Wangjun that he didn't want to kill, yet ruthlessly extending his right hand to try and take Gu Wangjun's life.

King Gu could sense that death was approaching, but he could not resist it and could only watch helplessly as death descended.

finally.

Without hesitation or obstruction, the jet-black right hand simply... landed on King Gu's head.

Yes.

No one intervened.

Death arrived as expected.

The demonic aura coiled around Gu Wangjun's head, erasing his consciousness in an instant and plunging him into a deep sleep. After that, Gu Wangjun would be embraced by death.

Next, the demonic energy will rapidly burrow into King Gu's head, completely decaying his physical body.

It should be so.

But a look of horror suddenly appeared on the old man's face. He was shocked to find that his demonic energy had suddenly lost control and was no longer able to further corrupt Gu Wangjun's body.

He subconsciously looked to the side and saw the snow-white arm that was extending from under the water and pressing against Gu Wangjun's abdomen.

The pure, immaculate white light flowed rapidly along the meridians within Gu Wangjun's body, acting as a barrier to block out all demonic forces from the outside world!

At the same time, the girl whose body was covered in blue ice liquid opened her eyes, and her eyes, just like her name, were suddenly filled with the brilliance of a sky full of stars.

Above the heavens, breaking through layers of darkness and mystery, descended a beam of divine light.

That was the only remaining divine light in the Great Dark Heaven, capable of dispelling all defilement!

This moment.

Whether in dreams or reality, whether demon or human, all eyes are fixed on that beam of light.

Yes.

now.

The Record of Cleansing the Demonic Wasteland, Completed!

"Let him go."

The naked girl, radiating an aura of sainthood, spoke coldly.

47. The evil spirit Bing was punished for her excessive words...

The Holy Light of Heaven and Earth, the Great Completion of the Record of Cleansing Demons and Desolate Dust.

The beam of light pierced through the darkness and black mist, pouring out its pure and immaculate radiance. The scattered points of light fell to the ground, purifying the vast amount of black sludge.

Wisps of black smoke rose up, only to vanish without a trace under the holy light.

A slender hand casually patted the dirt off her clothes, then turned and looked up at the beam of light, her dead fish eyes filled with relief.

"The Record of Purifying the Demonic Wasteland... It seems that the cultivation method that Saintly Profound Gold and I researched back then was not wrong. It's just that I never expected that the failure of the Purification of God would be due to such a reason."

Yes.

The creator of the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record, Emperor Gu Tianren, did not cultivate it to perfection. During the final step of Cleansing the Spirit, he clearly felt that he had completed the Cleansing Spirit, but no strange phenomena appeared in the world.

No matter how he tried afterward, he was unable to complete the purification of his spirit.

Just before Yunping entered Lan Yutianbing's dream, he still couldn't understand why he hadn't completed the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record back then—

But when he saw Gu Asan trembling in the distance, almost scared out of his wits, he suddenly understood.

Having understood the past, I now know what happened and see through the truth.

Although it was a rather stomach-churning truth, the old rogue now felt it was all too coincidental.

The Divine Eye, which connects the illusory and the real, the past and the future, is, in a way, an excessive power.

"We finally made it through."

How could Yun Ping not notice Gu Wangjun's miserable state at this moment? But if Duan Xingchen's Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record is completed, then everything will be reversed.

Not just them, but also our own side.

He twisted his stiff neck and slowly pulled the body, which had been embedded in the wall, out of it, and gently dropped it to the ground.

The "Gu Tianren" standing before him looked up at the holy light in the sky with astonishment. He could sense that this light was his nemesis, and even the Deathly Evil Ice, one of the twenty-one extremes, was no match for this holy light.

What kind of light is that...? Is it holy black gold? No, impossible. That old guy has long been corrupted by himself. How could he possibly emit such a dazzling light?

"Is that you?!"

The evil spirit glared angrily at Yun Ping, believing that only he in the world was capable of such a thing.

The old rogue chuckled and spread his hands, saying to the dead evil spirit Bing, "Don't just pin the blame on me. Although I taught that technique, it was our little light bulb girl herself who truly mastered it."

"Hehe..." He seemed quite proud of himself, and his laugh was particularly irritating: "After all, he is a disciple of my Cloud Heaven Academy. A mere Saint Transcending Realm cultivator is nothing to him."

At this point, he didn't forget to add, "Of course, there's an exception to that silly girl who has the highest talent but hasn't yet reached sainthood."

Thank goodness Yu Chan isn't here, otherwise she would definitely have been banned from speaking for thirty days by that old rogue for her extreme words.

The evil spirit glared at Yun Ping, its anger gradually turning into murderous intent.

At this moment, the old rogue's figure had become somewhat ethereal. His face was paler than expected, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time. His movements when he landed earlier were also extremely stiff, completely different from his former carefree and unrestrained appearance.

He has reached his limit.

Yes, the Dead Evil Spirit Ice could tell that Yun Ping had split his soul and then descended here through a dream. Despite his greatly diminished cultivation, he was still able to hold out in front of her until now, which was largely due to his own strength.