Qian Ji had already felt the searing heat of Ziyan entering her body. Though her cultivation was at the Ghost King Realm, she was ultimately a ghost cultivator, and the Profound Thunder Purple Flame was her natural bane. But at a time like this, she could only grit her teeth and endure.
She knew very well that if she crossed this hurdle, she would have hope of breaking through to the Ghost King Post-Realm. If she failed to cross it, she might have to start all over again—or perhaps even see her soul return to heaven and earth. That was not the outcome she wanted.
For this slim chance at life, Baili Yanque and Yue Kou were both giving it everything they had. There was no reason for her, the person at the heart of this, to give up. Besides, she bore responsibility for the disaster that had unfolded.
If she had not trusted Qian Sidu too deeply back then, she would not have invited a wolf into the house and let him lead her around by the nose. Not only had she harmed herself, she had dragged down all the living beings of the Qianshui Mountain Range.
The thought gave Qian Ji the strength to grit her teeth and persist. She struggled to control her trembling soul body, allowing the Exotic Flame to enter her body inch by inch.
At that moment, the divine senses of Baili Yanque, Yue Kou, and Yunxi all shrouded Qian Ji. None of them dared overlook even the slightest change.
Meanwhile, the Black Beetle entrenched within Qian Ji's body was in immense pain. Half of its six legs had already melted away, yet it was still struggling at death's door, desperately drawing upon its host's Soul Power. But the Soul Power that had once