The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

A mouthful of blood rushed to her throat. She tried hard not to let it spit out, but the bloody taste still filled her mouth.

"How could this be..." Lan Yunyan was filled with resentment. She tried to mobilize her remaining spiritual power to suppress the violent force, but she found that her spiritual power was as small as an ant in front of it.

Her eyes gradually became blurred and her consciousness began to blur. She could only watch helplessly as the power raged within her body.

On the verge of coma, the image of Ling Xiu Han suddenly flashed through Lan Yunyan's mind.

"If he were here, could he lend me a hand... No, I can't rely on him, I must get through this disaster on my own." She cried secretly in her heart, a stubborn belief supporting her and preventing her from sinking completely.

At this time, the spiritual creatures in the secret room sensed the crisis facing their master and became restless.

The spirit bird guarding nearby let out a sharp cry, flapping its wings rapidly, shedding golden light in an attempt to dispel the dark power in Lan Yunyan's body.

The Lingxi Stone placed in the corner also emitted a soft halo and slowly approached Lan Yunyan, wanting to transfer its spiritual power to her.

But all these efforts seemed futile in the face of the powerful backlash from the spiritual source.

Lan Yunyan's body began to emit an icy aura, and her skin gradually turned blue and purple, as if covered by a layer of frost.

That spiritual power did not seem to want to take her life easily, but was slowly torturing her and destroying the foundation of her spiritual body bit by bit.

Lan Yunyan's lips trembled slightly, and she uttered a few words with difficulty: "Could it be... that I will die here today..." Her voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, echoing in the silent secret room, but no one could respond to her cry for help.

After an unknown amount of time, Lan Yunyan gradually regained some clarity amidst the endless pain. She knew that if she wanted to survive, she had to fight to the death.

She forced herself to concentrate, focus her shattered mind, and began to guide the remaining spiritual power in her body, trying to carve out a way out of the encirclement of the spiritual power.

This was an extremely difficult battle. Every bit of spiritual power she mobilized was accompanied by excruciating pain, but Lan Yunyan gritted her teeth and persevered, her eyes revealing an unprecedented determination.

As time went on, her confrontation with the spiritual power became more intense, and the spiritual power fluctuations in the secret room became more turbulent.

The entire Lingxu Valley seemed to feel the crisis coming from the depths, and the spiritual plants and beasts in the valley all lay dormant, as if waiting for the coming of a storm.

Lan Yunyan held on to a trace of clarity in extreme pain, but her intelligence was like a lamp in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Every attempt to guide spiritual power to fight against the violent backlash of the spiritual source is like walking on a sharp blade. If you are not careful, you will be doomed.

She closed her eyes tightly, frowned, and every muscle in her body was tense with effort.

The remaining spiritual power struggled to flow through her meridians, like an exhausted and isolated army, desperately trying to break out from the enemy's encirclement.

As the spiritual power slowly flowed, Lan Yunyan's body trembled slightly. She could clearly feel the backlash of the spiritual power, like a surging tide hitting the fragile embankment again and again. Each impact brought piercing pain, making her almost faint.

At this critical moment, the bird in the secret room cried more and more urgently, as if it had sensed that its master was in increasing danger.

The frequency of its wings flapping was so fast that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye, and golden light fell on Lan Yunyan as densely as raindrops.

However, the moment these lights touched Lan Yunyan's body, they were swallowed up by the dark spiritual power, causing only a faint ripple before disappearing.

The soft halo emitted by the Lingxi Stone gradually dimmed. It tried hard to get closer to Lan Yunyan, wanting to provide more support, but its own spiritual power seemed to be stretched in the face of this powerful backlash force.

Lan Yunyan's breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to be pulling at her wounded soul.

Her clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to her body, but she was completely unaware.

At this moment, she had only one belief in her heart: to survive and defeat this force.

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails dug deep into her palms, blood slowly seeped out from between her fingers, dripping onto the ground, splashing tiny blood flowers.

Suddenly, Lan Yunyan felt a powerful suction coming from the core of the spiritual power, as if it was going to pull her soul out of her body.

Her consciousness was in a trance, a dark abyss appeared before her eyes, and endless despair came over her.

But at this critical moment, she recalled the good times she had spent practicing in Qingyun Sect, the days spent with spiritual plants and beasts, and the scenes of practicing spiritual power under the sun, all of which became the support in her heart.

"I can't give up. Lingxu Valley still needs me, and I still have an unfinished mission." Lan Yunyan roared in her heart. She used all her strength to gather that trace of spiritual power into the spiritual sea in her chest.

The originally calm surface of the Spiritual Sea was now in turmoil, with spiritual energy spinning and converging wildly, forming a small whirlpool.

Lan Yunyan guided the vortex and slowly advanced towards the encirclement of spiritual power.

This was an extremely slow and difficult advancement, and every step forward came at a huge cost.

Tiny cracks began to appear on Lan Yunyan's body, and blood oozed out of the cracks, dyeing her entire body blood red.

But she still didn't stop, and there was an unyielding fire burning in her eyes.

As the vortex got closer, the spiritual power seemed to feel threatened and its attacks became more violent.

Black lightning streaked through Lan Yunyan's meridians, and her body felt as if it were being pricked by thousands of needles, causing her excruciating pain. However, Lan Yunyan gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain and continuing to push the spiritual energy vortex.

Finally, the vortex of spiritual power came into contact with the circle of spiritual power.