Never Regretted

Deep within the universe, the most intense clash since the dawn of the Age of Supernatural Collapse is unfolding.

Qi Tian felt as if he were standing in hell, surrounded by severed limbs and remains, the black earth, and dark clouds looming overhead, stretching as far as the eye could see.

He was like a demon who had been unleashed from hell; all his so-called ethereal and otherworldly qualities had vanished. He was clad in black armor, covered in blood, and exuded a fierce and malevolent aura.

He transformed the Cosmic Void into a hellish battlefield. The Ascension Banner in his hand became hazy, as if it had transformed into a black longsword. Dark Light surged, and vengeful ghosts and human heads rolled around, with Sea of Corpses and Blood behind him.

Wang Xuan stared at those strange phenomena. Were they old events that Qi Tian had experienced?

The surging Super Material, like mountains and seas, and the supreme rules, burst forth at this moment, erupting between the two masters. Wang Xuan, wielding the power of the supreme treasure, pierced through the black hell and fought his way out, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Having fought to this point, both men were panting heavily, and naturally, both were already seriously injured.

Qi Tian stood in the dim light, as if he had been chased out of the exit of hell. His eyes were deep and dark, almost like black holes, as if he wanted to devour people's souls.

His mind was in turmoil. This "kindred spirit" from later generations was growing stronger with each battle, as if unleashing some unpredictable potential. Both his primordial spirit and physical body were undergoing qualitative changes.

Wang Xuan was covered in wounds, with bones exposed in many places. After slaying his opponent's Black Phoenix Nirvana Art, the two had fought fiercely for a long time, and he had paid a heavy price.

As he walked, he left bloodstains in the void; if he were on the ground, they would be bloody footprints.

He held nothing back, releasing the power of the three points of light corresponding to his spirit, physical body, and inner vision, but he dared not unleash it directly with a single strike.

Fearing to damage his own foundation, he gradually opened the doors of the spirit, the body, and the inner world, allowing them to enter the present world step by step.

Therefore, Qi Tian felt that he was getting stronger as time went by!

Both of them were panting heavily, which was of course Super Material. They were inhaling and exhaling primordial energy and other substances, which were colorful, including silver substances, purple substances, and strange and rare substances from the Higher Mental World.

"Ah..."

Qi Tian suddenly let out a long howl, like the wailing of billions of ghosts and monsters from hell, shaking the Supernatural World and impacting the mortal realm—it was a mental storm.

He merged with the Ascension Banner, imbuing it with this spiritual magic, infinitely enhancing and amplifying it, forming a black torrent that swept across the starry sky.

Behind him, endless vengeful ghosts and all sorts of monsters appeared. He stood in the center of hell, roaring to the sky, and all sorts of ghosts followed him, unleashing a mental storm.

Wang Xuan's expression changed slightly. Many secret techniques came to mind, and the first one that came to mind was a secret diagram— the Hundred Battles Diagram of the Immortal Court. He visualized it in an instant, and with a huge spiritual fluctuation, he began to fight against the Hell Ghost Spirit Devouring Heaven Technique.

Endless celestial light bloomed, and Wang Xuan's body shone like a blazing sun in the sky. His primordial spirit, in particular, was exceptionally radiant, illuminating a magnificent Hundred Battles Diagram of the Immortal Court. Ten thousand immortals gathered, and gods lined up, holding weapons, pressing down. The spiritual attacks of ten thousand immortals erupted.

Thump!

At the same time, Wang Xuan slammed the furnace lid against the Furnace Body, as if beating a celestial drum to shatter the black hellish image and counteract the impact of the mental storm.

This is a spiritual confrontation, like two battlefields meeting, the Celestial Court and Hell clashing, the myriad immortals and endless evil spirits fighting, with war raging across the land.

In the end, the endless ghostly shadows and the sky full of celestial light all disintegrated and exploded, bursting apart with a bang amidst the terrifying mental fluctuations of the two people empowered by the supreme treasure.

At this moment, Qi Tian stood in the darkness, as if he were truly standing at the exit of hell, gathering the scattered spiritual storm and transforming it into terrifying black Arrow Feather.

"Heartstring Heaven-Plucking Arrow!" he murmured to himself. It sounded like an ancient incantation, as he used it to enhance his secret technique. Seven black spiritual arrows materialized, using his heart's light as bowstrings, and shot out one after another!

Each Arrow Feather was blessed by the Ascension Banner, possessing immense power, carrying the power of rules and spiritual energy that tore through the void of the Real World.

Wang Xuan's heart pounded, and he quickly dodged, using the furnace lid and Furnace Body to parry the seven black Arrow Feather. However, he had a premonition that even if he wasn't hit, he would still be in danger.

Sure enough, after he shattered a black Arrow Feather with the furnace lid, the dissipated black light still invaded, specifically targeting the primordial spirit; the arrow light was indelible.

As early as when Qi Tian unleashed his mental storm, creating a boundless hellish spectacle, he was already preparing for this moment. What he truly wanted to unleash was the Heartstring Heaven-Plucking Arrow.

Wang Xuan remained calm. His mental and spiritual awareness increased several times over. In an instant, he thought of the Great Spirit Coffin Technique. With a boom, after being blessed by the supreme treasure, his primordial spirit light also flew out.

Now, he is controlling the arrow, using his own spirit as a seed to invade the black arrow, which is ultimately an attack in the spiritual realm.

The black Arrow Feather and Wang Xuan's primordial spirit light intertwined and devoured each other, sometimes exploding and sometimes coalescing, transforming into various spiritual images.

With a deafening roar, a burst of spiritual lightning erupted, causing both of them to stagger backward as their respective secret techniques failed.

"Kill!"

Qi Tian shouted and charged forward. Although he was Holding Banner, he was actually using the Myriad Spirits Fist, using the banner instead of fist seals to blast forward.

As he stretched his body, shadows appeared one after another, surging with blood and energy, as if sharing his long life.

Those were the Golden Crow, the Heavenly Phoenix, the Taotie, the Vermilion Bird, the White Kirin, and many other Transcendent Immortals, who submitted to him and stood with him, unleashing their fist imprints as they attacked Wang Xuan.

The Myriad Spirits Fist unleashes the bloodline power of the strongest races across the heavens, its fist imprints vast and boundless. Qi Tian, who has lived since ancient times, has mastered many extraordinary secret techniques.

Wang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He had also read this scripture, but the record was incomplete; it could only be considered a fragment. The scripture mentioned that this supernatural fist technique was terrifying, and today Qi Tian had demonstrated it completely.

In response, Wang Xuan used the Feather Ascension Fist from the Golden Bamboo Slip, a technique no less powerful than his opponent's. The furnace lid and Furnace Body replaced the fist imprint, unleashing a fierce burst of energy.

In an instant, this place was filled with light and rain, as if someone was tearing the sky apart, and the light of immortals shot up.

The two fought to the death, their bones cracking and flesh ripped apart, with extraordinary blood splattering across the starry sky. The battle was exceptionally fierce.

A surge of blood energy coursed between the two. In this extraordinary era, the fact that their flesh and blood could exhibit such power was truly awe-inspiring.

When Wang Xuan's three points of light entered the mortal world, he felt his old primordial spirit in excruciating pain, as if it were being torn apart. His physical body also felt as if it were being split open, and the same was true for his inner vision.

However, his cultivation level has indeed increased significantly, putting pressure on Qi Tian. This newcomer was previously suppressed by him, but is he about to turn the tables?

Thump!

He activated the Ascension Banner, controlling the wisp of Spirit Imprint he had obtained from Jiang Siyuan to interfere with the Nurturing Life Furnace, and it proved effective at this critical juncture.

Wang Xuan staggered, the Furnace Body in his hand trembled violently, almost causing him to suffer a fatal blow. The Ascension Banner grazed his body and fell down, nearly hitting him and shattering him.

Even so, the residual energy emanating from the treasure still tore off large chunks of his flesh, revealing parts of his bones—a bloody and terrifying sight.

"Furnace, keep it steady. After I slay the dragon, if you want to leave, we can part ways amicably!" Wang Xuan's body was half covered in blood, turning him into a blood-soaked figure once again.

Sizzle!

A purple sword light slashed down, and Jiang Qingyao made her move, riding the Purple Heaven Dao Union!

Boom!

The Ascension Banner swept across, breaking the Broken Sword and unleashing a terrifying aura of supreme treasure, leaving Rule Fragments scattered throughout the area.

"Don't come any closer, I can hold him off!" Wang Xuan said. After releasing the potential of the three light points, his combat power was currently higher than that of the Sword Immortal. He was afraid that something might happen to Jiang Qingyao, since her realm was lower than that of Qi Tian, who was at the Earth Immortal level. If she were hit by the Ascension Banner, it might be a permanent separation between life and death.

The Nurturing Life Furnace and the Ascension Banner collided violently, and Wang Xuan and Qi Tian fought to the death, their blood splattering across the starry sky. As the Furnace Body vibrated again, Wang Xuan nearly suffered another accident. His face darkened; this treasure was far too difficult to use.

In the distance, inside the spaceship, everyone remained silent, watching the battle in quiet. The Shadow couple were on tenterhooks, witnessing Wang Xuan's several near misses – it was all incredibly dangerous.

At this moment, Fang Yuzhu was reciting the "Reception Sutra," suddenly stopped. Around her, the Ascension Divine Bamboo was still rustling and dripping golden liquid.

On the altar, the remaining bones came to life, and most importantly, the extinguished, broken primordial spirit flickered with fire, truly reviving.

"Siyuan!"

"Jiang Siyuan!"

Several people spoke up together, some curious, some admiring, some sympathetic, and of course, some indifferent or even ignoring the person, such as the Sword Madman.

"Am I... in a dream?" After he was revived, his primordial spirit swayed, staring at Fang Yuzhu in a daze, then sighed softly and looked around.

He knew that he had been resurrected and saw the stunningly beautiful face from his youth that he would never forget. Jiang Siyuan was deeply surprised and thought of many old memories.

As for the others, he had seen portraits of a few, but he didn't recognize most of them at all, though they were all very strong, probably even stronger than he was back then.

"Siyuan, you're awake. Don't overthink it. Get some rest, and everything will be alright," Fang Yuzhu comforted him.

Jiang Siyuan nodded. His blurry primordial spirit was extremely weak and could be extinguished at any moment. More than two thousand years had passed, but the jade-like face before him, which he would never forget in his life, stirred his heart and made him unable to find peace.

Back then, he was willing to fight for her without reservation, dying twice. Although he was unexpectedly resurrected, he spent the rest of his life tormented between life and death, living a bitter life until today.

But as time passed and life went on, the feelings of his youth gradually faded. He was a strong-willed practitioner and a prodigy in his youth. There was nothing he couldn't let go of, and time could fade everything.

He already knew back then that Fang Yuzhu was pursuing the Great Dao in this life. From the moment he expressed his feelings and was politely rejected, he understood that he was only fit to stand behind her and watch her, hoping that she could succeed in pursuing the Dao.

He understood that she wanted to break through the insurmountable barriers of one Mythological Era after another, dispel the winter chill, and truly illuminate the eternal night of the Supernatural World.

So many years have passed, he is no longer young, more than two thousand years have passed, what is there for him to hold onto?

He had already decided on this path when he escaped his predicament, struggled to survive, and lived in seclusion alone.

He wasn't unaware that Fang Yuzhu was now virtually unmatched in the Immortal Realm, having personally ended the era of the ancient emperors to avenge him. Yet, he sent no message, never actively contacting her again, nor sending anyone to deliver a letter. Until recent years, as his own condition deteriorated and his Life Fire was about to end, he only wished to quietly pass away in a secluded place.

He knew that Fang Yuzhu aspired to great things, and he did not want to cause her any trouble.

He also looked back on that era, and with his extraordinary talent, if given time, he would have become Super Peerless master sooner or later, and it was not impossible for him to become an unparalleled expert in the world.

Does he regret it? He has asked himself this question: if he could live his life again, what would he choose? Would he still risk his life to save Fang Yuzhu?

Jiang Siyuan believes that he would probably have made the same choice in that era. Even though he was rejected, he still didn't want her to die and couldn't help but risk his life to save her.

"Who hasn't been young and arrogant, thinking they could change the whole world? That was my sincere expression of feelings back then. No matter what, I would have taken action back then, without any regrets."

These are his heartfelt words: no regrets about the past, life is always about moving forward, and that was his most genuine choice back then.

As if remembering something, he looked at Fang Yuzhu and said weakly, "No matter what, never trust ghosts, even if you are in a hopeless situation where you are sure to die, never make a pact with them."

"What have you been through?" Fang Yuzhu looked at him. The Jiang Siyuan in front of her was a completely different person from the spirited and arrogant man who looked down on the world back then.

"A ghost saved me when I still had a sliver of life left, just as the Nurturing Life Furnace flew by. We returned to the mortal world together with the treasure..."

The contract with the ghost is ruthless and inescapable. Once signed, one's soul will never belong to oneself, one will become a prisoner, lose one's way, or even be eaten.

Even if the spirit itself dies by accident, the contracted party will still be trapped in endless darkness.

When Jiang Siyuan realized all this, it was too late, but he also got his chance. When the ghost was on its last legs, he resisted with all his might, even destroying his own Dao Fruit and sacrificing his most precious treasure, and escaped from that strange place.

His glory, his life, his foundation—all of these have almost completely collapsed.

But he ultimately broke free from everything arranged by the ghost with great willpower and returned to himself, only at a great cost.

He noticed Qi Tian standing to one side, seemingly lost in thought.

Then, he stared at the six treasures and discovered the fundamental problem. He couldn't help but look at Qi Tian and said, "You brought me out and intercepted part of my Spirit Imprint, intending to control the Nurturing Life Furnace?"

Then, he looked at everyone present and quickly understood the situation, saying, "You want to take part of my Spirit Imprint to control my former treasure and kill that young man?"

He sighed softly, "If I have caused trouble for future generations, for you, then let me go back to silence."

His broken primordial spirit began to glow, about to shatter and disappear into smoke and mist. He was already old and frail, and did not want to cause trouble for anyone.

Back then, when he looked down upon the world and shone brightly in the immortal realm, he could calmly let go of life and death. How much more so in this era, when his remnant soul is adrift and he doesn't want to burden anyone!

He is turning into light, about to dissipate.

"Can't!"

Deep in the universe, Wang Xuan took advantage of the brief lull in the Nurturing Life Furnace to unleash his full power. The three points of light broke free completely. He was in excruciating pain all over his body, covered in blood, feeling as if his "old self" had been torn apart. However, he had indeed become very powerful. Had he reached the Fourteenth Stage of Great Perfection?

"Dragon, die!"