I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

After Mu Yaoyao left, the atmosphere in the mountain valley became even more tense.

Ye Chuhan put away all his joking expression and, together with Ji Zhou, stood guard like two gatekeepers, protecting the area outside Mingchuan's chaotic aura. They fully extended their divine senses, vigilant against any possible interference.

At this moment, in the extremely unstable gap between reality and nothingness left after the temporary space was annihilated, Mingchuan is experiencing the most dangerous test since he became a Daoist.

The final counterattack of the Silk Erosion Abyss was like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water, instantly polluting and igniting the entire balance that was about to take shape.

Mingchuan's dantian seemed to have transformed into a fierce battlefield.

The nascent soul, which had initially fused and shone with a pale golden luster, was now entangled by countless fine black spatial cracks, like a bound prisoner, its light flickering rapidly and uncertainly.

The violent devouring intent was no longer an external attack, but rather a force that arose from within, frantically gnawing at his Dao foundation, his spiritual power, and even his memories and emotions!

The cold, pure nothingness and sense of ending, like ancient ice, froze his thoughts.

“Give up… return to nothingness… become part of the ‘devouring’…”

A murmur, seemingly from the depths of the netherworld, resounded directly within his soul, filled with both allure and despair.

Mingchuan's consciousness floated in the boundless darkness and cold.

The excruciating pain had become numb, replaced by a profound terror of the soul being peeled away and disintegrated inch by inch.

Just as his will was about to be completely frozen, a jumble of images uncontrollably flooded into his almost stagnant thoughts—

At a young age, he experienced a devastating fire that destroyed his home and family. His master then took him into the deep mountains, where he endured various forms of suffering day after day...

Almost all the muscles, bones, skin, and flesh have been reshaped.

Those endless pains flowed through my mind again and again.

Later, he gradually got used to the pain, slowly left his master's side, and had his own family and brothers...

He even avenged his parents.

In a daze, he seemed to see countless people in front of him, smiling happily at him.

Blood trickled down Mingchuan's lips, but he bitterly continued to force himself to stay upright. All those images became the driving force that sustained him at that moment.

He can't... he can't just collapse here...

At the very least, he should go back and see his wives!

He hasn't even left behind a son or daughter, how could he have collapsed here?

"Do not--!!!"

A roar from the depths of the soul drowned out the cold murmur!

The dying will, like a spark thrown into boiling oil, burst into flames!

He can't die here! He still has a promise to keep!

There are still people... waiting for him to go back!

……

Outside the mountain valley, Mu Yaoyao had returned and was confronting Su Hongzhen, whose expression was unfriendly.

"Sect Master Su, it is indeed a reclusive senior of my sect performing the Purification Space Technique inside. This technique requires absolute silence, and this moment is the crucial one for stripping away demonic energy and reshaping the laws of space. Please grant me a moment longer!"

Mu Yaoyao's tone was firm, even carrying a hint of the unquestionable majesty of a saintess.

Su Hongzhen's eyes flickered as he stared intently at the direction of the mountain valley.

He could sense that the violent fluctuations inside had not subsided; on the contrary, they were compressing inward to the extreme, as if they were about to explode completely at any moment!

This definitely doesn't look like a successful purification!

"Mu Yaoyao, you'd better pray that the senior inside actually succeeds!" Su Hongzhen's voice was icy. "Otherwise, even the Heaven-Mending Holy Sect cannot bear the responsibility for causing a catastrophe in the Spirit Realm! My patience... is running out!"

Annoyance flashed in Mu Yaoyao's eyes.

She was, after all, a holy maiden of a sect. Their Qingcheng Yufa Sect had only one Cang Zi'ang, so why was he yelling at her like that?

But right now, she couldn't say anything; she could only do her best to buy Mingchuan time.

Time passed second by second, each breath like dancing on a knife's edge.

Mingchuan's will, fueled by memories, burned to its fullest extent!

Instead of forcibly suppressing the raging source, he took an even more insane action—guiding it!

"You want to devour me? Then let's see... whose path is stronger!"

He voluntarily released part of his defense, transforming his original divine consciousness, centered on the Nine Dragons Sword Intent and the power of the Dragon Soul, into an invisible net that wrapped around the still rampant dark core!

This is not a head-on confrontation, but a far more dangerous struggle for the Dao!

He wanted to use his own will and his own way to cover up and assimilate the pure "devouring" and "space" laws of the Eclipse Abyss!

"Boom——!"

A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were being created, exploded in his mind!

On one side is a cold, lifeless, all-consuming dark void!

On one side is a galaxy of dragon energy and sword intent, embodying vitality, order, and the will to protect!

The two were like two ancient behemoths, frantically entangled, tearing at each other, and eroding each other!

Mingchuan's body trembled violently, and fine, porcelain-like cracks began to appear on his skin. Blood seeped out from the cracks, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

His aura surged and plummeted at times, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Ye Chuhan and Ji Zhou felt the unusual commotion and were terrified. Their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but they dared not make a sound, for fear that the slightest disturbance would be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Hold on... Mingchuan!" the two shouted frantically in their hearts.

In the midst of this extreme tug-of-war, Mingchuan had a sudden inspiration.

He recalled the chaotic scene of creation and destruction inside the space stone, and the way the Abyss manipulated space with such ease... He no longer tried to defeat it, but began to "understand" it, and then... "integrate" into it.

Using his own vast divine consciousness as a guide, the newly formed spatial laws bearing his own imprint as needles, and the Nine Dragons Sword Intent to sever the last resistance in the dark origin, he began to forcibly weave!

The fragments of the shattered and chaotic laws of the Abyss Space were stripped away, thread by thread, from their violent, devouring exterior, and their most fundamental "space" Dao essence was extracted.

Then, carefully, he wove it into his Nascent Soul Dao Foundation, fusing it with the spatial power he had just begun to comprehend!

This is an extremely delicate and painful process, like threading a needle through the soul, with each stitch accompanied by tearing pain.

But with each needle he completed, he felt his perception of space become clearer, and the resistance of the dark core weakened.

On his nascent soul, the black cracks began to change, no longer simply causing destruction, but gradually evolving into complex and mysterious dark golden patterns containing spatial fluctuations!