The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

I'll kill you while you're sick!

The shadowy figure turned and tried to escape as if it were slipping on grease, but a chilling light flashed in Su Xiaoya's eyes, and her fingertips moved like dancing butterflies, forming hand seals: "Time-Space Imprisonment!"

An invisible force of spacetime enveloped the shadowy figure like a net, fixing him firmly in place, unable to move.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Yu Shuheng would not miss such a good opportunity. The sword light in his hand flashed like lightning, like a snake emerging from its hole, and pierced through the chest of the dark figure with lightning speed.

The dark figure groaned, its body swaying a few times like a withered leaf in a storm, before collapsing to the ground in despair.

The demon bone staff stuck in the altar, like a malignant tumor emanating a faint yet eerie demonic aura, continued to release an evil aura.

Yu Shuheng sheathed his sword, disregarding everything else, and with a flash like a ghost, rushed to Su Xiaoya's side, reaching out to support her arm, his voice filled with anxiety: "Xiaoya, how are you? Are you seriously injured?"

Su Xiaoya gently shook her head, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her breathing was still a little unsteady: "It's nothing. It's just that my spiritual energy was too depleted, and I suffered a backlash when the spacetime barrier was shattered. I'll be fine after a short rest."

Her gaze was intense, fixed on the altar, her brows furrowed slightly as she pondered to herself—she hadn't expected that this mere altar could provide the shadowy figure with such a continuous flow of magic power, causing her to suffer a great loss.

No wonder people say that evil spirits are malevolent, not only because their magic is unpredictable, but also because they are difficult to completely eliminate.

I was careless this time.

It's likely that he became somewhat complacent and arrogant after completely eliminating the Bronze Demon Lord.

Indeed, to destroy something, you must first make it go mad.

Pride and complacency are also forms of madness; one must remember this well. After all, one's life and fortune are not just one person's responsibility.

snort!

Like the Shadow Demon, this Bronze Demon Lord was restless even in death, leaving behind so many tricks up his sleeve. He's like a weed that can never be eradicated.

Ugh!

Sure enough, if the roots are not removed, the grass will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoya said softly to Yu Shuheng, "Destroy that demon bone staff first, to prevent further trouble."

Yu Shuheng nodded in acknowledgment and helped Su Xiaoya slowly walk to the foot of the altar.

His figure was like a dragon emerging from the sea. He leaped up and slashed down at the demon bone staff with the force of Mount Tai crushing an egg. The bright sword light poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, wrapped in sharp spiritual power, and instantly split the bone staff covered in demonic energy in two.

The moment the bone staff broke, it emitted a piercing screech, then turned into a pool of black liquid that seeped into the cracks in the altar's stone and vanished without a trace.

Without the support of the magic bone staff, the entire altar began to shake violently, with stones constantly rolling down from the top, making dull thuds.

Upon seeing this, the two immediately retreated several feet, watching from afar as the altar collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into ruins and sinking into the sea.

"Finally solved." Su Xiaoya breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on Yu Shuheng's shoulder to catch her breath.

She could clearly feel the vibrant life force emanating from Yu Shuheng carefully flowing into her body, warm and mellow, slowly circulating along her meridians, repairing her damaged spiritual foundation.

Who would have thought that a mere altar could absorb the power of the Western Sea? If Su Xiaoya hadn't been so extraordinary, anyone else would have been severely injured, if not killed.

A moment later, Su Xiaoya opened her eyes, the fatigue in them fading considerably: "Alright, let's continue on our way. The aura of the Fire Elemental is becoming clearer; it should be just ahead."

The two set off again, and Su Xiaoya continued to use her spacetime magic, but at a slightly slower pace than before.

After crossing the misty sea, the waves became increasingly violent. Beneath the deep blue water, one could vaguely see massive, crisscrossing water veins, shimmering with a faint spiritual light—traces left behind by the ancient water god.

"Be careful, these water veins contain extremely strong water-attribute spiritual power. If you accidentally touch them, you might be swept away," Su Xiaoya warned, her fingertips constantly forming hand seals to reinforce the spacetime barrier around her.

Is the West Sea under the jurisdiction of the Dragon King or the Sea God?

To be honest, Su Xiaoya doesn't even know who the Western Sea God is anymore.

After all, the four sea gods she knew were: Gou Mang, the god of the East Sea; Zhu Rong, the god of the South Sea; Xuan Ming, the god of the North Sea; and Ru Shou, the god of the West Sea.

However, the East Sea Goddess is Ling Xiyue, the Mermaid Queen, the master of the Sea God Palace, and together with the East Sea Dragon Clan, she governs the East Sea.

Therefore, Su Xiaoya should not have preconceived notions about the situation in the West Sea.

She'll find out all this after she finds the Fire Spirit and goes to find Wuzhiqi and the others.

Yu Shuheng gripped his longsword tightly, his gaze warily scanning his surroundings. Suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and he pointed to the sea below: "Look over there."

Su Xiaoya snapped out of her thoughts and looked in the direction Yu Shuheng pointed. She saw that the seawater below was churning more and more violently, and a huge curtain of water suddenly rose from the sea surface, stretching across the two of them like a city wall.

Ancient runes faintly appeared above the water curtain, radiating a majestic and restrictive power.

"This is—an ancient water god's restriction." Su Xiaoya's heart skipped a beat. "It seems that this is the first barrier to the location of the fire elemental spirit."

Su Xiaoya carefully observed the runes on the water screen, her fingertips tracing patterns in the air. "These runes are arranged according to the Eight Trigrams of Water. To pass through, we must break through the Eight Trigrams array."

Looking at the obscure and difficult-to-understand runes, Yu Shuheng immediately found the corresponding runes in the World Tree inheritance and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Ideally, this Bagua formation should be broken by having eight people positioned in eight different directions simultaneously using spells.

But now it's just him and Su Xiaoya. And Su Xiaoya has just been injured; can she really handle this?

"You and I each guard the four hexagrams, using spiritual power to activate the corresponding runes. We must ensure that our spiritual power originates from the same source and that we move in unison, otherwise the restriction will break out and cause a monstrous wave."

Su Xiaoya said in a deep voice, "This is precisely the time to test our teamwork. If there is even the slightest deviation, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The two exchanged a glance. Without needing to say anything, Yu Shuheng saw Su Xiaoya's persistence and couldn't help but smile.

Yes, when has Su Xiaoya ever backed down!

In an instant, the two had already reached a tacit understanding.

Su Xiaoya's figure flashed like a ghost, landing steadily on the east side of the water curtain. Her slender fingertips gathered the spiritual power of spacetime and the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, like five agile little snakes, and precisely injected them into the four trigrams of Zhen, Li, Dui, and Xun according to the eight trigrams.

Yu Shuheng stood on the west side like a steady mountain. With a light tap of his long sword, the rich sword spirit power flowed into the four trigrams of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Gen, as delicate as silk and as clear as a flowing spring.

At first, their spiritual powers were like two unfamiliar rivers, which, though they converged, remained separated, and the rhythm of the runes lighting up was like a chaotic drumbeat, not in unison.

The water curtain instantly surged into waves several meters high, like a ferocious beast baring its fangs and claws as it crashed towards the two of them.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoya immediately activated the spacetime barrier, which, like an indestructible city wall, blocked the impact of the waves. She nodded slightly to Yu Shuheng.

Yu Shuheng, as if by telepathy, quickly slowed down the speed of his spiritual energy output, like a skilled musician silently sensing the rhythm of Su Xiaoya's spiritual energy.

In the blink of an eye, the two found their perfect match, like dancers with a telepathic connection.

Su Xiaoya's five elemental spiritual powers intertwined with the power of spacetime, resembling a colorful painting, while Yu Shuheng's sword spiritual power was like a strong thread, tightly connecting this painting.

The rhythm of the runes lighting up gradually became more uniform, and the light on the water curtain became increasingly dazzling, like a brilliant sun. The ancient restriction slowly awoke like a sleeping behemoth.

"Give it your all!" Su Xiaoya shouted, and the spiritual power within her body surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

Yu Shuheng was the same; the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, like a bright star, which complemented Su Xiaoya's spiritual power.

With a deafening roar, the water curtain, propelled by the combined efforts of the two, slowly unfolded to both sides, resembling two enormous doors that revealed a deep and mysterious passage.

The passage was not filled with seawater, but rather with a vast, ethereal void. In the distance, flickering flames shimmered faintly, like stars in the night sky—the very source of the fire elemental's aura.