Blood Moon Overhead, Gate of Returning Ruins, Ancient Path Forbidden Ground, Choice Between Life and Death

Inside the cave, the sound of dripping water was crystal clear. Qin Wang carefully propped Xu Xian up, pressed a palm against his back, and transferred the last thread of Magic Power within his body into him. A trace of color returned to Xu Xian's pale face, and he struggled to open his eyes.

"Junior Brother." His voice was weak as a dying breath, yet he clutched Qin Wang's wrist tightly. "Qingyuan Ancient Path. Do not enter lightly, but you must—"

Before he could finish, Xu Xian suddenly erupted into violent coughing and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Only then did Qin Wang notice the strange black Qi coiling around his wound—it was residual Sword Qi from Wei Wuxian!

"Senior Brother, don't speak. I'll treat your injuries first." Qin Wang hurriedly took out medicinal pills from his Storage Bag.

Yet Xu Xian shook his head and pushed them away. "There's no time. Listen carefully—" Trembling, he pulled a bronze fragment from his robes. "This is... the key. The third level of the ancient path... has something left behind by Martial Uncle Fang."

His voice abruptly stopped. Xu Xian's hand fell limply, and the bronze fragment rolled to the ground with a crisp clang. Qin Wang stood frozen. The Soul Gathering Tower in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly shook violently, and a golden tear actually trickled from the severed hand on its ninth level!

The tear passed through the tower and fell upon Xu Xian's brow. In an instant, densely packed golden patterns surfaced across Xu Xian's body. The black Qi around his wounds melted away as snow beneath a blazing sun.

"This is..." Qin Wang watched in shock as Xu Xian's breathing gradually steadied. Even more inconceivably, the Great Celestial Immortal Art within him began circulating on its