"What information can we find from the classics?" Xuan Qingzi asked.
Yun Chu said helplessly with a bitter face: "I'm sorry, Master, time is urgent. We only have time to take a quick look, but after searching everywhere, we can't find any way to break the formation."
Yuntian said from the other side of the circular light technique: "Did you see it clearly?"
"I see it clearly." Yuntian sat down with difficulty, flipping through the books in front of the people around him, and said as he searched: "The only thing mentioned in the books that is similar to this technique is that the demon god used his divine power to tear apart a space that was not controlled by the Heavenly Dao, which is now the Northern Territory."
"Isn't that right? Back then, the five first-generation leaders of Lingshan were able to gather their strength and attack the northern border, so there must be a solution. Take a look at it again."
"Yes, yes…" Yun Chu moved his index finger along a line of mottled small characters written vertically, and said in an obscure tone: "Use the law to transform the world and forcefully attack the northern border."
There was dead silence inside and outside the hood.
Dharma Realm of Heaven and Earth, this is an immortal art that can only be obtained after one has ascended to heaven. Looking at the cultivators in the world today, not a single one has ascended, let alone Dharma Realm of Heaven and Earth.
Qi Guanrui smiled bitterly and shook his head, raised his eyes to the sky and said secretly: Heaven, if all this was arranged by you, when you wanted to annihilate the cultivators smoothly and silently, have you ever thought that there would be such a day?
Qi Guanrui sighed: "I still want to go to Sanzu River. After all, we have met each other and maybe we can talk a few words."
Qi Guanxiang frowned again and again. While the disciples from various sects were whispering to each other, he also hurriedly whispered, "Don't be silly. In terms of closeness, can you compare with the people from Lingshan? He doesn't even care about the disciples of Yaoguang Sect, let alone you?"
Just as Qi Guanrui was about to argue again, silence fell again inside and outside the hood. Everyone was secretly communicating with their families, discussing what to do next and what plans to make.
Inside the cover, Hua Chiyu was working with eight other people to guide Gu Changnian's Qi in a formation.
When Gu Changnian was brought back, not only were his four limbs broken, his golden elixir was destroyed, and his sea of consciousness was gone. The only reason he was able to survive was because of the demonic energy in his heart.
Everyone could see that Su Guang deliberately kept him alive so that he would have to live the rest of his life as a useless person and linger until he died of natural causes.
Xuan Qingzi set up a soul-solidifying formation and asked the disciples from Tianxuan Mountain, Tianshu Mountain and Kaiyang Palace to join the formation together. While healing Gu Changnian's injuries, they also stabilized his essence and purified the evil spirit in his heart.
However, the injuries were easy to deal with, but the evil spirit, although only a trace, was not easily purified. After persisting for many days, it only made the evil spirit slightly weaker.
Suddenly, Gu Changnian in the formation let out a series of cries of pain and woke up with his whole body twitching.
"Chang Nian!" Hua Chiyu called out urgently, "Calm your mind!"
However, Gu Changnian seemed not to hear anything. He struggled hard to escape from the formation, but he could not leave because his limbs were broken. He could only turn over his body stiffly.
"Changnian, don't move!"
Dao Yi, who was meditating, saw this and quickly drew a confinement talisman in the air, pinning Gu Changnian tightly in the formation, and shouted, "Everyone is trying to save you, what are you doing?!"
Gu Changnian was pressed under the talisman, with his face pressed against the Soul-Securing Array that was shimmering with golden light. He no longer moved, nor made a sound, only tears kept falling from his lifeless eyes, like a body with its soul taken away.
Hua Chiyu also started to cry. She understood how sad Gu Changnian was. He watched He Qing die in such a tragic way, but he was powerless to do anything. At this moment, he was already in great sorrow...
But Hua Chiyu always found a way to comfort him, so she forced herself to persuade him: "Chang Nian, the demon god has already gone to Sanzu River. Maybe there will be a way to find Master Heqing. You should take good care of him first..."
"I can't find it." Gu Changnian murmured in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "I can't find it anymore."
Before Hua Chiyu could react, Qi Guanrui, who had already had a premonition, asked first: "What do you mean?"
Gu Changnian said quietly, "She came from another world, and after her death, there is no reincarnation."
There is not even reincarnation...
The premonition was confirmed, Qi Guanrui immediately felt dizzy, and his body, which had been holding on, could no longer stand steadily. He barely held on to Qi Guanxiang and managed to avoid falling down.
The others were also shocked by what Gu Changnian said, and were all stunned and speechless.
In the complete silence, only Gu Changnian's murmurs were particularly clear.
He said, "I can't find it... I can't find God either..."
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He Qing didn't know how long he had been walking.
I didn't even know if I was walking.
Now she has no entity, like a wisp of smoke, which can only drift with the wind and seems to never stop.
In this empty white world, all she could see was the bright light as dazzling as an incandescent lamp.
Is this the world after death?
Why, then, when a person dies and has no heart, would he still feel sad?
"Don't float." He Qing said, not knowing whether he made any sound.
But the lifeless breeze still carried her around.
"Stop floating!"
The wind stopped, but pushed He Qing forward a distance.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of me. He was tall and majestic, wearing a white robe, and his long silver curly hair moved slightly in the wind.
The man turned around and met He Qing's eyes. His narrow, red eyes revealed an innate compassion.
Tracing the light...
Intense pain instantly swept through He Qing's body.
She felt like she should be crying, but she had no tears.
She wanted to get closer to Su Guang, but she couldn't walk. The breeze that had accompanied her for so long had left and instead surrounded Su Guang.
"twelve."
A female voice came, and He Qing looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a woman wearing a robe similar to Su Guang, who was as beautiful as a goddess, coming forward and saying to Su Guang expressionlessly, "You still have a lot to do."
Su Guang looked in the direction of He Qing and smiled: "Tired."
The woman said, "God never gets tired."
Suguang stretched his waist lazily and looked back at her: "Gods also get tired, Jiu."
The woman shook her head: "You're wrong, I'm Qi." Her tone was as mechanical and stereotyped as a puppet.
"Ah, Qi." Suguang responded indifferently, tilting his head to look at her: "Why don't you give yourself a name? That way, I won't mistake you."
Qi Mu said with a stern face: "I don't need a name, and neither do you." Then he took the lead and left. When he left, he did not forget to remind him again: "You still have a lot to do."
Su Guang became a person again, standing there alone.
He Qing looked at him with his eyes downcast, a faint smile hanging on his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "How boring. It would be great if he had a name."