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Among the remaining gods, one figure suddenly leaped towards Qingyan with lightning speed. A blinding light flashed, and he conjured a spirit sword, its blade gleaming with a chilling light. Without hesitation, he thrust it towards Qingyan, instantly slicing open a gash in her neck. Then, as if handling a lifeless rag doll, this god roughly tossed Qingyan aside.

Seeing this, Mo Yuchen's eyes widened instantly, and his anger flared up. He was about to attack without hesitation. However, before he could make a move, another main god silently circled behind him. This main god had icy eyes and ruthless moves, instantly reaching for Mo Yuchen's spiritual root.

Mo Yuchen felt a sharp pain shooting through his dantian. Looking down, he saw a chillingly empty hole near his dantian. Blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, quickly soaking his clothes. But, his heart was with Qingyan. He endured the excruciating pain, which threatened to consume him, and crawled with all his might towards Qingyan's location.

Finally, he crawled to Qingyan's side. His hands trembled as he grasped hers with all his might, as if it were his last refuge in this world. Then, they both breathed their last.

However, they were still just mortals, like ants before the powerful gods. None of these gods were to be trifled with; their power was beyond imagination.

When Song Shiyue witnessed this scene, anger overwhelmed him like a raging tide, his eyes practically spitting fire. Without hesitation, he instantly transformed into the form of the Qilin divine beast. The Qilin divine beast exuded a powerful aura, and he intended to use this divine beast form to fight against these main gods.

However, according to the age of divine beasts, he was still just a child. In front of the main gods, he was like a lamb facing a pack of hungry wolves, utterly outmatched. When the main gods attacked him, he was powerless to fight back, and couldn't even maintain his original form as a Qilin divine beast for long.

Just as Song Shiyue was holding on, determined to die and perish together with the main god, Xiao An's figure flashed behind him like a ghost, blocking the fatal blow without hesitation.

Xiao An groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Song Shiyue was horrified and tried to support Xiao An, but Xiao An pushed him away forcefully. A strange power erupted from Xiao An's body, a power like a whirlwind that temporarily forced back the gods.

"Hurry up!" Xiao An shouted.

Song Shiyue shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face. He held Xiao An tightly, who was gradually losing strength, refusing to let go. However, Xiao An was now at his last gasp; his once upright body became limp and powerless, collapsing backward. Song Shiyue was horrified and quickly reached out to hold him tightly in his arms, while his trembling hands frantically wiped away the crimson blood flowing continuously from Xiao An's body.

"How could you abandon me! Your mission is not yet complete! How could you leave me like this! Don't you know? I love you, and this feeling has long been deeply rooted in my heart!" Song Shiyue cried out hoarsely, his heart filled with endless grief and reluctance.

Upon hearing this heartfelt confession, Xiao An mustered the last of his strength to slowly raise his hand and gently wipe away the glistening tears rolling down Song Shiyue's cheek. Just as he was about to express the deep love he had suppressed for so long, his body suddenly began to dissipate like smoke, eventually disappearing completely into Song Shiyue's warm embrace.

Xiao An wasn't truly human, but rather an entity conjured by the system. Normally, if only his human form suffered severe injuries and died, he would have a sliver of hope to be resurrected. Unfortunately, this time his injury struck deep into his soul, and to protect Song Shiyue from being implicated, he resolutely and forcefully severed the tightly woven bond between their souls. In this way, even if Xiao An vanished forever, Song Shiyue could still continue living peacefully, even if only for a fleeting second…

Just as Jiang Shiliu resolutely chose to commit suicide, ending her life, this act swept in like a storm, plunging everyone present into chaos and panic.

Looking around, the once lively and bustling scene had instantly turned into a horrific sight. Apart from Jiang Moqi, who remained unharmed, everyone else had perished, some severely injured, others dead. Some lay in pools of blood, barely breathing; others stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with terror, as if they had not yet recovered from this sudden turn of events.

At this moment, Jiang Moqi witnessed the departure of his beloved, and Xiao An, who was like a father to him, slowly dissipated into the sky like a wisp of smoke. His heart was filled with unbearable grief. He desperately tried to rewind time, attempting to undo everything. However, fate cruelly played a cruel trick on him. Because Jiang Shiliu's soul had been unbound from his, and they had lost the mutual support of their powers, Jiang Moqi's body simply could not withstand such a massive backlash. Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood. He fell straight backward as if struck by a heavy blow, ultimately losing consciousness.

The shadowy figure silently observed the human tragedy unfolding before him, a smug smile playing on his lips. In his eyes, the lives of these people were merely insignificant stumbling blocks on his path to the pinnacle of power. Now, all those who stood in his way had fallen; no one could stop his ambition to dominate the entire God Realm. His gaze swept across the ruins, fixed on the distance, a silent vow forming in his heart: he would not only rule this small world, but bring the entire God Realm under his control, becoming the supreme being!

Yun Ting had been busy taking care of his junior brothers and sisters, secretly relieved that he might have escaped this calamity. However, just when he thought everything was settled, something unexpected happened.

The disciple responsible for overseeing all the oil lamps of the Xuan Tian Sword Sect disciples was seen stumbling and crawling towards them, his face filled with terror. When he reached them, he was panting heavily, but still managed to say, "Sect Leader! Something terrible has happened! The eternal flames of Uncle Jiang, Uncle Qingyan, and Uncle Mo... have all gone out! And Uncle Song's eternal flame is flickering, and it looks like it's about to give out!"

Yun Che, who had been gradually waking up, froze instantly upon hearing the news, as if struck by lightning. His eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the guarding disciple, muttering to himself, "Impossible... How could this be?" But the facts were right before his eyes, leaving him no room for doubt.

Suddenly, Yun Che felt a sharp pain in his chest, a rush of blood to his head, and his vision went black as he fell straight backward, losing consciousness once more. He simply couldn't accept this cruel reality—his three disciples had left him just like that! They had only been away for less than half a month, how could they have met with such an accident? And even his last disciple was now hanging by a thread, his fate unknown.

Filled with grief and indignation, Yun Ting roared to the sky, “God! Why are you treating me so cruelly? What did I do wrong to deserve such a calamity for my sect!” His voice was hoarse and resounded through the heavens, as if he wanted to vent all his resentment and unwillingness.