Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Under the pressure of those fingertips that seemed capable of crushing stars, Hu Qing and Gu Yang felt as if their souls were being thrown into a furnace, emitting mournful cries of unbearable burden, cracking inch by inch.

Indescribable pain swept over every inch of their consciousness, their vision began to blur and distort, and all they could hear was the cracking sound of their bones breaking and the roar of their blood surging.

Is this the power of a Great Luo Golden Immortal?

Beyond the boundaries of cognition, above the laws of nature, in their presence, my cultivation at the Dust-Severing stage is as insignificant as dust, and even struggling is a luxury.

Despair, like an icy tide, drowned out the last vestige of consciousness.

Just as their souls were about to shatter completely, and their consciousness was about to sink into eternal darkness—

The fingertip that was about to destroy everything suddenly stopped.

They were so close that they could even clearly see the deep, mysterious spiral patterns on those jade-like fingertips.

I could feel the chilling aura emanating from it, a chilling aura that could freeze one's soul.

A sudden glimmer of hope appeared, and with their remaining willpower, the two struggled to lift their heads, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, their unfocused gazes searching for the source of the misfortune.

A series of deep, devout murmurs came from beside me. The voice was initially faint, but it carried a strange, soul-piercing power:

"Today, the East China Sea is in turmoil, natural disasters are frequent, the people are suffering from fire and water, and the common people are weeping in misery."

Although I am but a humble person, I have always cherished the thought of saving the world. I know that my fate is about to decline, and it is beyond human power to reverse.

Therefore, I am willing to offer this body as a sacrifice to Heaven, praying for divine power to cleanse this turbid world and restore clarity!

It's Senior Zheng!

The old Taoist priest, who usually exuded a detached and indifferent air, was now prostrating himself in mid-air with utmost piety.

Beneath him, a token radiating a warm yet undeniable golden light slowly rotated, and on the token were five ancient characters: "Eastern Inspector"!

Hu Qing and Gu Yang suddenly remembered that Zheng Su had indeed shown this order when they first met.

They regarded it merely as a certificate of identity bestowed upon them by the Central Region, and over time, they almost forgot the duties and mission of this predecessor when he first came to the East Sea.

The owner of the arm in the sky clearly recognized the object and understood the significance of the ritual Zheng Su was performing.

The enormous arm, which had been as steady as a rock and exuded invincible power, began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, attempting to forcibly retract and break free from this realm.

However, an unnamed power originating from heaven and earth itself, vast and boundless, has already descended, like the most resilient chains of law, binding that arm tightly to the spot!

The roles of offense and defense have reversed. The terrifying being that just moments ago held the power of life and death has now been reduced to a trapped beast struggling for survival!

Zheng Su's murmurs grew louder and louder, gradually transforming into a clear and poignant recitation, each word resonating with the laws of heaven and earth:

"I offer my blood as a sacrifice to the gods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if an invisible force was acting on him, and Zheng Su's upright body instantly hunched over, as if all his energy had been drained away.

The immense spiritual energy surrounding him vanished without a trace in an instant.

The skin, which was once full of vitality, became withered and gray at a visible speed, hanging loosely on the bones, as if hundreds of years had passed in an instant.

At the same time, the entire sky suddenly transformed into a pure and majestic golden yellow!

The crimson clouds that had previously been formed by the blood energy of the demonic beings vanished instantly under the overwhelming power of the heavens, like ice and snow melting away!

"Offer sacrifices to my soul twice, to fulfill the mandate of Heaven!"

In this final farewell, Zheng Su's voice remained calm, yet it carried a resolute determination to sever all worldly ties.

Before he finished speaking, his body transformed from his fingertips into countless shimmering golden specks of light.

Like fireflies dancing in the summer night, or raindrops rising against the current towards the starry sky, they slowly drift and dissolve between heaven and earth.

Left behind, only the bare whisk handle, which had been with him for many years and whose dust had now completely fallen off, remained, powerless and falling towards the beach below, having lost all spiritual power.

"Do not--!!!"

Hu Qing and Gu Yang's eyes were almost bursting open, their faces streaked with blood and tears mixed with the bloodstains from before.

Although they didn't fully understand the complete meaning of the ritual, the sight of Zheng Su's body dissipating and his breath completely extinguished told them with unparalleled clarity—

This predecessor sacrificed everything to save them and for this land, his body and soul perished!

The immense grief felt like millions of steel needles piercing their hearts, causing them almost suffocation.

However, the ancient and savage aura surrounding them had not completely dissipated, and they remained firmly imprisoned in place.

Unable to even reach out and grab the falling whisk handle, he could only watch helplessly, bearing the heart-wrenching powerlessness and grief.

Just then, a bright, clear moon appeared without warning in the golden sky.

The moon was cold and lonely, radiating a soft, ethereal glow that seemed out of place with the surrounding golden light.

At first, it hung in the sky, seemingly just a phantom, but the next moment, all the survivors present were horrified to discover it.

The bright moon was falling towards the sea where they were at an illogical speed... or rather, descending upon it!

"A madman! He's a complete madman!"

The owner of the severed arm in the sky let out a roar of shock and rage, his voice losing its previous cold indifference and filled with exasperation.

"How can the power of Heaven be so easily borrowed?! This is like playing with fire, courting disaster..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because that enormous arm, bound by the power of heaven and earth, suddenly unleashed its final strength—

It wasn't a struggle, but a resolute act of self-destruction!

With a muffled thud like stars collapsing, the arm that connected the ravine to the sky snapped off at its base!

He was so decisive and efficient that he directly abandoned this part of the power and limbs that was difficult to regain!

The massive, severed arm, like a mountain that has lost its support, slowly sank towards the sea.

Just as his arm broke, a barely perceptible ray of light swept up the pale-faced Yang Li and instantly disappeared into the rapidly healing chasm in the sky.

Only Butterfly, Owl, and Night remained, staring dumbfounded at the dramatic change before them, unable to react in any way.

The bright moon had now descended over the sea.

It is not a physical entity, but rather a manifestation of cold, condensed rules.

The bright moon spun around, emanating a chilling aura that sent shivers down the spines of every survivor present, including Hu Qing and Gu Yang, as if their souls were about to freeze.

The moon spun faster and faster, eventually transforming into a blurry halo that gently and silently brushed against the massive, falling arm.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no ripples from the energy impact.

Just as a hot knife slices through butter, or a drop of water merges into the ocean, the Holy Lord's severed arm, which contained terrifying power and was indestructible, began to melt away silently the moment it was sliced ​​by the moon's halo.

From fingertips to arms, it crumbled inch by inch, transforming into the purest primordial energy particles, drifting away with the wind without leaving a trace.

It was as if this arm, capable of destroying the world, had never descended upon this continent.

Meanwhile, at the very moment the bright moon appeared, Butterfly, Owl, and Night didn't even manage to utter a single scream.

Their bodies, along with their souls, vanished instantly under the cold, clear light of the moon, like words erased by an eraser, completely disappearing into nothingness.

Only three empty shells remained, devoid of all life and energy, like exquisite dolls.

Following the force of gravity, it crashed heavily onto the beach below, landing right in a row with the two halves of the already dead Crow's body.