Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

No one knows what exactly happened in the City Lord's Mansion.

But when they saw a figure that looked extremely small under the purple thunder appear on the top, they were all speechless.

"Fan Ning——!" Amidst all the waves that were moving away, Ling You went against the flow.

The sharp memories of the past came back to his mind, clamoring for him to go faster and faster.

But in the end, he was blocked outside the City Lord's Mansion. From afar, he looked up at you with blood-red sword behind your back, as if you were only one step away.

"What are you doing! Fan Ning..." Ling You was furious. Looking at the golden spiritual power that was tightly bound to him, he was completely furious.

"You can't go," Jiang Biehe said sparingly, not even glancing at Fan Ning who was undergoing the tribulation behind him. The expression on his face seemed to have disappeared overnight, and he became calm. "She won't die, but if you go up, you will die, and you might even implicate her."

Jiang Biehe glanced at him and continued, "You won't be able to help if you go up there. You'll only be a burden."

Ling You was stunned. Although his heart was still clamoring to get closer, his feet felt like they were filled with lead and were pressed to the ground without moving.

Seeing that he listened, Jiang Biehe loosened his grip slightly. She had just suppressed the power of the abyss, and she was not in her prime.

"I have no intention of revealing your secret, but last time, Fan Ning braved the thunderbolt just for you."

Jiang Biehe was very rational. She looked at Ling You's lowered eyes, then fixed her gaze on his lips, which were bitten so tightly that they were pale. She said, "If you don't even want to face your own talent, what makes you worthy of standing by her side?"

As a demon cultivator, he didn't even consider improving himself in a more suitable practice. Simply because of the derogatory attitude towards demon cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation, he suppressed his more vigorous talent...

Isn't this a kind of fear?

"You know," Ling You looked at her and surprisingly accepted the answer easily.

But she was wrong about one thing.

For Yu Lingyou, the magic cultivation was not a talent that he would give up because of his bad reputation. The path he took was simply because there was someone important enough who hoped that he could live a good life in the world of immortal cultivation.

That's it.

"I believe in Fan Ning," and I don't want to become a stumbling block for her.

He no longer insisted on moving forward, but just stood there, feeling the thunder that was about to tear him apart. Even though he felt physically uncomfortable, he did not retreat at all.

"There's really nothing I can do," Fan Ning, who had stepped into the thunder tribulation, noticed the figure. She paused and smiled inadvertently.

But soon, that smile disappeared the moment the thunder struck.

This thunder tribulation seemed very unusual, Fan Ning thought. After the thunder exploded, he first saw a crack in the sky above his head.

After all, the illusion cannot compare to the divine power of heaven. It showed its weakness after just the first one.

Immediately afterwards, an almost mysterious state of mind swept through his body. Fan Ning closed his eyes and once again resisted the thunder tribulation, but he did not feel the same tearing pain as before.

It was so gentle, like being caressed by a mother's hand, that even my tense spirit seemed to relax unconsciously.

"Fan Ning."

A familiar call.

She opened her eyes and saw a figure that shouldn't be there.

The clouds dispersed, the golden light faded, and sitting alone in the middle was Jiang Biehe, who was dressed in light clothes and whose voice was several degrees slower than before.

No, maybe it shouldn’t be called “Jiang Biehe”.

Outside of the human body, the one who controls all of this is called the Heavenly Dao.

“Accept the power within you and become a part of it.”

The clear and light voice seemed to have its own bewitching power. With just one sentence, Fan Ning's heart seemed to be forcibly controlled by something, and he subconsciously wanted to act according to the instructions.

But - a drop of blood pressure fell on the sharp dagger, and Fan Ning's empty eyes were once again filled with divine light. He actually resisted the threat called "forgiveness" which was actually "erosion".

"Who the hell do you think you are? You want to devour my thoughts."

Fan Ning was unhappy, but his voice was calm.

"You have the blood of the Heavenly Dao..."

Fan Ning tutted, "That's perfectly normal. Everyone has some dirt on them."

"You cannot escape your responsibilities. This is a rule written by heaven."

——In order to save the world, Tiandao voluntarily incarnated into the world, using his flesh and blood to disperse and contain the abyss, and died for life.

Although I don’t know how the incarnated human became two...but the rules are the rules, and they cannot be rewritten in the slightest from the beginning.

"You created the rules yourself, so of course you will say that they cannot be rewritten," Fan Ning narrowed her eyes, not at all scared off by such words. She was not afraid of death, but if anyone dared to bring death upon her without authorization, there would only be one result.

“Since there has to be a compromise, why me?”

"If the rule is to obey one word, then why can't everyone obey me?"

Fan Ning's lips curled up, the line of rationality always stood upright in his mind, but it was always shaky.

Monks always go against the will of heaven, so what if she really overturns the heaven?

"You'll understand sooner or later." The "Jiang Biehe" before him was much colder than Senior Sister Jiang herself. Even though he was confronted so openly, he didn't seem angry. Instead, he acted like someone tolerating a disobedient child. He added slowly, "Without my protection, your pain won't be alleviated in the slightest."

His skin was torn and every inch of his bone marrow was penetrated by lightning... He could do anything except not die. Even because he could not die, the subconscious weakness in his brain would not be allowed to happen.

There is no way to extrapolate, so the pain is prolonged and has no end.

"Does this count as a threat?" Fan Ning held the blood sword in his hand, with only the whistling wind behind him. "Then come on."

"You can pour pain upon me," she said, grinning broadly, "and I will never yield."

Boom boom boom——

Fan Ning returned to the thunder again. In the turbulent waves under the calm, he forced out his heart blood with a normal expression.

The blood fell on the dagger, making a clanging sound, and the tip of the solid blood sword pointed directly at the crack in the sky.

Boom boom boom——

The clothes on his body were constantly torn by the tiny wind and waves, and the exposed skin was only cold for a moment, and then immediately turned red due to the pain of the torn flesh.

And this is just the beginning.

The sharp and threatening real thunder tribulation had not yet fallen, and just its appearance made her senses tremble subconsciously.

There were continuous thunder in my ears, which was eventually replaced by a sharp buzzing sound.

Fan Ning pressed his ears and felt only sticky blood on his hands.

The pain became the most insignificant thing. She looked straight at the sky, and countless chaotic and noisy voices rushed into her mind.

Those faces that will never be forgotten, destined to be pulverized and scattered into ashes——

The twisted obsession clung to him.