Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Vast ocean, battlefield

"Wuji, try slapping me."

The Azure Dragon stared at this scene with its mouth agape, wide enough to fit a small lamb inside.

The fact that the Four Symbols were so out of control shows just how outrageous Prince An's actions were.

Yun Wuji, however, remained calm.

"This is not his limit."

Yun Wuji looked at the battlefield, a proud smile in his eyes.

"So where is his limit?"

Qinglong snapped out of his daze, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

It must be said that if he had just thought that Prince An's absolute affinity with death was a sign of good fortune...

Now his understanding has been completely overturned.

The source of death energy is really lucky to have found such a prodigy.

The autumnal imagery that Prince An had just conveyed made Qinglong understand.

Even without the absolute affinity of death energy, An Wang's potential is at least at the level of Zhulong.

His talent was not much different from Yun Wuji's.

But Qinglong believed that Prince An would go even further.

In the future of martial arts, if temperament is the foundation, then artistic conception is the carved beams and painted rafters of a palace.

No matter how elaborate a palace is, how magnificent its interior is, or how grand its overall structure is, the atmosphere and ambiance it evokes are indispensable.

Prince An's deathly aura was approachable, allowing him to unleash his full potential and challenge formidable opponents far stronger than himself.

Without this lifeless and approachable demeanor, for Prince An, it would simply mean taking a steady, step-by-step approach.

Without the affinity of death energy, how could he defeat the Corpse of the Desolate One?

It's just a waste of time; he can spend more time in seclusion in the underworld to solidify his martial arts skills.

Now, Qinglong was truly convinced.

He thought that the person he admired most in his life was the Jade Emperor, and there was no one else.

Now he understands that new talents emerge in every generation.

Qinglong knew that in the Jade Emperor's era, there was no supreme being to grant him the power to reverse the situation, not that he was incapable of doing so.

But what he is seeing with his own eyes is that Prince An intends to execute Ya Yu's corpse.

"Jun Su's limit... is that there is none."

"At least, neither you nor I can see it."

Yun Wuji looked at the battlefield and smiled faintly.

"You kid..."

Qinglong smiled and shook his head.

A dazzling golden light emanated from the room, interrupting their conversation.

Yun Wuji and Qinglong looked up slightly and saw the golden light emanating from the shadow of Yayu's divine consciousness in mid-air.

The illusory figure became increasingly solid.

It looks like it will appear in the world soon.

The shadow of divine consciousness illuminated the pitch-black night sky; these golden lights were the dazzling luster caused by the convergence of the earth's veins.

Below, Li Junsu withdrew his gaze and looked towards the other side of the battlefield.

"Phew~ A friendly demeanor has really helped me a lot."

Qinglong felt that death was a blessing, as he had found such a monstrous talent as Prince An.

Little did anyone know, Prince An was secretly rejoicing at the help he received from Absolute Kindness.

Li Junsu could feel that absorbing a small portion of the death energy in the world and concentrating it all on his blade not only didn't exhaust him, but also didn't cause him any discomfort.

This is another wondrous aspect of the Dao's body being as deep as an abyss.

The Great Way never dies, never tires, never goes hungry, and never gets weary.

In short, King An always maintains his peak condition; no matter how he operates his source energy, his body never experiences any fatigue.

This includes the mind and consciousness.

There is no such thing as overdrafting with Prince An.

If the court officials found out, they would definitely try to create an absolutely harmonious relationship.

Their bodies do not tire, but their minds and spirits do.

Prince An, on the other hand, maintains his peak condition in everything. If they were in such a state, what would it matter if they were treated like cattle or horses?

They could kill the emperor.

At this moment, while Li Junsu felt fortunate, he did not let his guard down.

Instead, he watched the shattered fragments of the domain disperse even more intently.

That kind of slash he uses isn't something you can do often.

For him, this kind of killer move truly has no limit.

But... the Corpse of Yayu is not stupid.

After being stabbed, one will be more cautious.

Combat is about constantly finding the enemy's weaknesses, weakening them time and time again, and finally delivering the fatal blow.

Once a weakness is exploited, the enemy will quickly fill that gap, while simultaneously raising their guard to its highest level.

What he needs to do is find the next weakness.

Soon, the fragments of the domain dissipated, and the figures that were previously indistinct beneath layers of glazed glass appeared before everyone's eyes.

This time, a larger wound appeared on the chest of the corpse of Yayu.

This time, the slight whiteness stood out starkly against the dark purple blood.

The injury inflicted by Prince An this time was no longer a minor wound, but a scar that was on the verge of penetrating to the bone.

Seeing this, Li Junsu glanced at Zhao Han's blade.

Sure enough, the dark purple Supreme Blood was slowly absorbed from Zhao Han's blade.

Zhao Han's blade also became increasingly sharp.

Li Junsu turned his gaze back to the corpse of Yayu.

Demonic energy continuously flowed into the wound on the other person's chest, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The corpse of Yayu did not look at Prince An, but instead looked at the increasingly solid shadow of Yayu in mid-air.

Even without consciousness, everyone present could feel the malice emanating from the corpse of Yayu.

It's true that the Corpse of Yayu has no mind, but as a supreme corpse that is immortal, it actually has the instinct to survive.

The rhythm and fluctuations of the God's Shadow made him sense a threat to his own disappearance.

The corpse of Yayu withdrew its gaze and looked at Prince An.

This time, the chilling killing intent caused a cold winter wind to blow between heaven and earth.

The pale, lonely moon reappeared once more.

As the moonlight shone, the moon spirit emerged from it, transforming into even paler snowflakes that drifted down.

The corpse of Yayu stretched out its hand, and demonic energy mingled with snowflakes, transforming into a pure white longsword. The demonic patterns on the sword shimmered, exuding a unique beauty.

On the body of the ravaged corpse, a rhythm began to pulsate.

Seeing this, Li Junsu began to operate his divine sense without restriction.

The Tian Geng mark on his forehead also became fully active.

The corpse of Yayu—this is the manifestation of divine intent.

Even the atmosphere of death is the atmosphere of a god.

The other side wants a quick victory.

This time, the Corpse of Yayu abandoned its domineering demonic aura and instead held the sword hilt in a somewhat frivolous manner.

A sense of carefree spirit emanates from him.

Li Junsu thought of Li Bai almost instantly.

What followed was loneliness.

The corpse of Yayu gripped the hilt of the sword and flicked it upwards, a snowflake lying quietly above the tip of the sword.

The corpse of Yayu turned again, its figure moved, and snowflakes danced.

Without a word, everyone present could see it.

The wandering knights lived a carefree and joyful life.

But...where is the wanderer's home?

In Xiadi, no matter who or what, they can never escape the words "homeland" and "home".

The figure of the corpse began to pace, and the sense of bewilderment grew stronger.

Suddenly, the wind and snow intensified.

It differs from the Returning Heart Sword Intent comprehended by the original Yayu deity.

What Yayu Benzun realized was that the universe is vast, and all of it is home.

Returning to my heart, returning to my heart, heaven and earth return to my heart, the eight directions are my home.

The sword intent of the true form of Yayu is the ultimate in unrestrained freedom and grandeur.

But on Yayu's corpse, the wind and snow covered everything.

It also covered that heart.

As snow falls heavily, a sense of desolation arises, suggesting that humans are born without a place to return to.

This artistic conception directly influenced Bai Xingling.

Her once proud tail and ears suddenly drooped.

She recalled the days when she was ostracized in her clan.