"Xuanyuan Dao, the Divine Sect has only you left. Once the barrier breaks, the Ghost King, Qingyu, and Dugu Jin will carve you up. Just wait for death!"
Jian Wuyi strode away.
Though he had been wounded, to be honest, between two people of the same realm, it would not be easy for Xuanyuan Dao to kill him.
Besides, Xuanyuan Dao had more important matters to attend to!
Sure enough—
Before he had run very far, Jian Wuyi discovered that there were no pursuers behind him.
"Wufeng, Qingyuan, wait for me. I'll avenge you..."
He stood atop the unmelted snow and looked into the distance.
This was the Divine Sect where he had lived for nearly two hundred years, the place where he had grown up.
Yet now, he had betrayed this place and personally pushed this homeland into hell!
Was it right or wrong?
A tempestuous sea raged within his heart.
"Perhaps one day, I'll miss the snow of Taiji Peak Lake."
"But at least by then, I'll have gotten what I wished for, won't I?"
He plunged his bloodstained sword into the ground, clutched his chest, and began to laugh wildly.
He raised his head toward the heavens!
Of the nine layers of barriers, five had shattered.
The remaining four were on the verge of collapse and could explode at any moment.
Clearly, the Divine Sect was finished.
He heard the brutal charges of the Ghost Sect. He heard those familiar people of the Divine Sect still resisting with their lives, staining the battlefield with blood to protect this place.
He could practically see this magnificent, beautiful snowy landscape being swallowed by blood and mutilated corpses in a quarter of an hour.
"Though it's somewhat regrettable, beautiful things will eventually become nothing but a bubble."
"Taiji Peak Lake,