The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

Ji Changfeng was completely absorbed in the situation around him, but just as he lost focus, a dark-red figure approached with ghostly speed. Unable to dodge, Ji Changfeng was startled and hurriedly raised his hands high above his head. Instantly, a surge of immense power erupted from his body, meeting the dark-red figure's fierce attack head-on.

Hu Xingtong, who was standing not far away, frowned tightly. A ghost witch is a ghost witch, and it is not a false reputation. Just feeling the oncoming power made her feel an indescribable strange fear in her heart.

She opened her red lips and called out delicately, "Fire Servant—Golden Sword!"

She put her fingers together in front of her mouth, and then, like spirit snakes, nine golden flames shot out from her body. These flames dispersed in the air, transforming into several humanoid warriors holding golden swords, their bodies burning with blazing flames. They rushed towards Ji Changfeng with lightning speed.

At the same time, Gu Sihe and Gu Xunzhou attacked at the same time, each using their strongest killing move, and rushed towards Ji Changfeng in the formation at the same time.

"Lightning strike—divine punishment!"

With a sound, the Nirvana Pearl came out and spun rapidly around Hu Xingtong, flashing strange electric light.

"Boom—Crack—"

In the blink of an eye, several bolts of lightning, as thick as giant pythons, descended from the sky, accompanied by a deafening roar and a terrifying explosion, fiercely smashing down on Ji Changfeng's body. For a moment, the entire space was illuminated by the dazzling lightning, and the air was faintly filled with a pungent smell of burning.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ji Changfeng stood not far away in the center of the field. His body was covered with scars from these attacks, and blood was flowing from many parts of his body. He looked extremely miserable.

He looked in the direction of Hu Xingtong. This girl didn't attack much, but just a few formations were enough to make him do this. You can imagine how strong she is.

After several attacks, Ji Changfeng was already exhausted and could no longer withstand the fierce attacks of the three people. He half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Buzz-"

A golden-red light flickered within the Dragon Soul Tea Spear, and Gu Sihe looked at it with some confusion.

At the same time, a golden-red ball of light flew out from the hilt of Qing Huanjian and landed in front of Ji Changfeng.

"Don't move." Hu Xingtong stopped Gu Sihe and the other two who wanted to move forward, and stared quietly at the light ball and Ji Changfeng.

If her guess was correct, the ball of light should be the last thought that Gu Qingzhe left for Ji Changfeng.

"Feng, how are you?" A voice that couldn't be more familiar, like a stream of clear spring, brought a rare comfort to the now embarrassed Ji Changfeng.

Ji Changfeng slowly raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw a ball of light emitting a familiar aura, quietly floating in the air.

Ji Changfeng's body trembled slightly. He stretched out his scarred, trembling hand and slowly approached the ball of light. With every step forward, his anticipation grew. Finally, when his fingertips touched the ball of light, a jolt of electricity spread throughout his body.

"Zhe, is that you?" Ji Changfeng's lips parted, his voice so low that only he could hear it. Yet, in the silence, his words were remarkably clear. He seemed to be asking the light ball, or perhaps he was asking the answer deep within his heart that he had always been afraid to face.

"When you hear my voice, I should be gone. My body won't last that day, but you can. You promised me that you would live well, so you must keep your word. I believe that the path to ascension will reappear one day, and I also believe that you... will live well..."

Ji Changfeng listened to the familiar words, tears welling up in his eyes. He choked and said, "Zhe, without you, what's the point of all this?" The light ball swayed gently, as if to comfort him.

Hu Xingtong watched from the side, feeling a pang of bitterness in his heart. Gu Sihe and Gu Xunzhou exchanged a glance and silently lowered their guard.

Ji Changfeng took a deep breath and clenched his fists, "Zhe, you are right, there may be a turning point, I will not give up easily." At this time, the wounds on his body seemed not so painful, he looked up at Hu Xingtong, as if he saw infinite hope.

Gu Xunzhou and Gu Sihe simultaneously turned their gazes to Hu Xingtong, their eyes revealing a hint of anticipation, as if they truly believed that there would be a turn for the better. Meanwhile, Hu Xingtong, facing Ji Changfeng's deep and complex gaze, pondered inwardly.

The so-called turning point, does it mean that after I successfully open the path of ascension, I will still have the ability to revive the lives that have passed away in this world? Thinking of this, Hu Xingtong couldn't help but feel a surge of pressure in his heart.

The aura of the Law of Time lingered around Hu Xingtong, and a familiar voice gave him great encouragement: "Everyone is watching you. You must give people hope. As the creator of this world, the life and death of your people depends on your thoughts, right?"

Gongzu Chenyu?

Hu Xingtong was stunned for a moment, then reacted, but...

For a moment, Hu Xingtong's mood became somewhat complicated. On the one hand, she was delighted to receive Gongzu Chenyu's almost affirmative hint at this moment; but on the other hand, facing the expectant eyes of the three people before her, she was fully aware of the heavy responsibility she shouldered.

Looking at the three people's expectant eyes, Hu Xingtong sighed, "There will be a turning point."

Although he could not clearly promise that he would be able to do it, at least such an answer could give them some hope.

Deep within Ji Changfeng's eyes, a complex emotion was revealed. He knew full well that the moment the ball of light bearing Gu Qingzhe's aura appeared, the necessity and meaning of continuing this fierce battle had been lost.

"Stop! This fight is enough. All the faults are borne by me alone. I beg you to give me a chance to reform." There was a hint of fatigue in Ji Changfeng's voice. He looked at Gu Sihe and Gu Xunzhou and spoke slowly and firmly.

Hearing this, Gu Xunzhou was silent for a moment, then silently gazed at the gleaming ball of light, his eyes revealing a hint of reluctance, but he eventually turned back to the Qing Huan Sword. As the Qing Huan Sword fell back into Hu Xingtong's hands, the ball of light naturally returned to where the hilt was.

Hu Xingtong lowered her head to look at the hilt of her sword, thinking to herself: If Gu Qingzhe still retained even a faint trace of consciousness, then perhaps there really was a glimmer of hope for his resurrection. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the Qing Huan Sword.

"Let's go." Gu Sihe gently tugged on Hu Xingtong's sleeve, her once delicate face now etched with fatigue. She cast one last, deep glance in Ji Changfeng's direction, her gaze brimming with meaning, a depth difficult to grasp. Then, she pulled Hu Xingtong and Tan Yuruo away, their figures gradually receding until they vanished into the distant horizon.