I long to return home!

"The magical power of transforming blood."

Huai Zhen murmured, and endless blood flowed from his palm, turning the entire sky crimson in an instant.

Explosions continued, and countless blood-qi ghosts attacked, their two streams of blood energy clashing and exploding one after another.

Blood mist filled the air, staining the entire Ailao Mountain red. The demonic beasts stained by the blood mist appeared exceptionally ferocious, their roars echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

The blood mist obscured the ghost cultivator's vision, making it impossible to see Huai Zhen's figure. He only felt as if the heavens and earth trembled, and two strong lights, one black and one white, shone brightly below the blood mist.

A sharp, piercing sound flashed by, and black and white wings evolved from Huai Zhen's back. The blade struck the ghost cultivator's claws, producing a piercing sound.

"Who exactly are you? You're not even at the Foundation Establishment stage!" the ghost cultivator roared. Huai Zhen's strength had repeatedly overturned his understanding. His aura was undoubtedly that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but his techniques were not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator could use.

Huai Zhen remained silent, then thrust his knee heavily into the man's abdomen, before slashing with his sword. The purple sword light transformed into a giant purple lightning dragon, roaring and repelling the ghost cultivator, along with the blood-red skeleton behind him, which was also annihilated.

"If I'm not mistaken, your cultivation is undoubtedly at the Nascent Soul stage, but your Nascent Soul isn't complete, is it? Below the Deity Transformation stage, there's no divinity within, and you can't even touch the laws of the Great Dao. You're just a bit harder to kill." Huai Zhen coldly looked at the ghost cultivator clutching his chest and spitting out black gas, his black and white yin-yang wings flapping in the air.

"Hahaha, no matter what, I am a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if you are strange, you are only a Foundation Establishment cultivator. I can kill you even without using my blood energy." The ghost cultivator's face was ferocious as he transformed into black energy and attacked.

The two clashed fiercely in the air, maneuvering and shifting within the Ailao Mountains. The purple lightning unleashed its power, and the resulting aftershocks destroyed everything around them with overwhelming force.

The mountainside is covered with deep marks of all sizes. Some are claw marks, but most are knife marks. These marks are hundreds of meters deep when they are cut into the ground, and some even cut a small mountain peak in half.

A black and a purple figure stretched for several meters in the air against the scarlet sky, creating ripples in the air. Their speed was so great that their forms could not be detected.

It finally paused briefly after a strike powerful enough to cleave through the void. The ghost cultivator stopped in mid-air, the wounds from the slash visibly emitting black smoke; his entire body was covered in cuts.

In contrast, Huai Zhen flew steadily in mid-air, holding a knife in one hand, his eyes coldly staring at the ghost cultivator. The purple light on the knife never went out, and purple lightning surrounded the knife, ready to strike again at any moment.

The ghost cultivator was taken aback, and fear began to rise in his heart as he looked at Huai Zhen, who was holding the knife. The latter seemed to have survived countless battles and all kinds of killings. Every attack was neutralized, and the trajectory of the knife was clearly visible. But just as he was about to defend, an inexplicable knife came down, and he was unable to defend at all.

The single slash felt like three, and the undeniable aura made him appear as if he were an ant, despite being a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist, no, senior, there must have been many misunderstandings before. I will return the princess to you and hand over all the magical treasures I have plundered over the years. Please grant me a way out, senior?" The ghost cultivator's constantly weakening body told him that he was powerless to fight anymore. He cupped his hands and bowed slightly to Huai Zhen.

Seeing this, Huai Zhen remained silent, his fingertips tracing the blade, and the unleashed purple lightning surged forth, condensing into a massive purple lightning seal behind him.

"Thunder shook the heavens."

After the low shout, rolling purple lightning bombarded the world, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles, leaving deep craters wherever it struck.

At this moment, Huai Zhen stood between heaven and earth within the enormous avatar summoned by Zi Lei. As the long sword was raised above his head, the avatar also grasped a long sword and raised it above its head, absorbing the power of the heavenly lightning.

"Don't think I can't destroy you just because I'm so humble." The black energy in the ghost cultivator's body expanded, and soon a tall avatar stood facing him, but the wounds on the avatar were still there.

"The World-Destroying Ghost Hand!"

As the ghost cultivator slammed down with his claw, the heavens and earth trembled, and a large hole was torn open in the clouds, revealing pitch blackness inside. Soon after, a colossal ghost hand slowly descended.

The oppressive force swooping down crushed one small hill after another, and the ghostly claws shrouded everything on the ground in darkness.

Huai Zhen's gaze sharpened, and with a roar, he gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, unleashing a devastating strike that annihilated everything. The sound of the blade cutting through the air was accompanied by a flash of purple light before disappearing.

Before the ghostly hand could land, everything in its path was cut in half, and the remaining purple lightning roared as it swept through the mountains and forests.

After this strike, half of the Ailao Mountains became desolate, as if a catastrophe had struck the world, and no life survived.

The ghost cultivator's enormous dharma body was also split in two, and the unfallen world-destroying ghost hand dissipated into the world.

Unable to contain the malevolent energy within, it tried to burst forth, its wails were terrifying, and another catastrophe engulfed it.

The self-destruction of his body created a crater a hundred meters high in the ground. As the aftershocks approached, Huai Zhen raised his hand and shouted, "Yin Yang Break!" Yang energy surged from his palm, forming a white wall that blocked the aftershocks of the explosion.

After the aftershocks subsided, the ghost cultivator was no longer in the air, but hundreds of miles away, a broken and incomplete black ghost infant, resembling a doll, was fleeing at high speed.

"This is truly bizarre. Once my nascent soul is fully formed and I begin cultivating my body, I will skin you alive and tear your tendons apart, ensuring your soul never enters the underworld."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Huai Zhen's loud, deep voice resounded throughout the land: "You have no chance."

Huai Zhen stared intently ahead, the Purple Lightning Blade in his hand transforming into a ball of purple lightning that slowly extended to both sides, soon taking the form of a bow.

The bow's body is a deep black, as if it contains the endless night sky. Exquisite lightning patterns are engraved on it, like electric currents flashing between the patterns, emitting a faint blue light.

The bowstring was taut, silvery-white, shimmering with a metallic luster, and seemed to vibrate through the air with every pull. A transparent crystal was inlaid in the center of the bow, within which surged purple lightning, constantly releasing tiny sparks of electricity.

Lightning flashed in Huai Zhen's bloodshot eyes as he gently drew back the bowstring, the lightning flowing across the bow. As the arrow left the string, a deafening thunderclap resounded.

He is like a bridge of lightning, concentrating the power of heaven and earth into a single point, unleashing a force that can destroy everything.

With a thunderous roar, a streak of purple light traveled thousands of miles in an instant. The fleeing ghost cultivator had no chance to react before being annihilated in the purple light.

Looking around, the ground is left with a deep, seemingly endless ravine.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking stones rang out. Huai Zhen looked over and saw Wang Nannan dressed in simple, thin clothes, staring in shock at the crimson sky and earth. When she saw Huai Zhen, memories overlapped, and the figures of Xue Wu from the past and Huai Zhen from the present overlapped together.

...

As he watched the mountain crumble and the ground turn into ruins, Huai Zhen fell helplessly. The Yin-Yang wings on his back dimmed, and he crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The divine soul within the spiritual sea is about to dissipate after this battle.

With a fingertip, he left a wisp of lingering thought on her forehead. "Huaizhen, when you awaken, I will no longer be here. This battle has caused my lingering soul to dissipate, but there is no way to make amends. We will meet again when you reach the Nascent Soul stage."

"..."