Rain Falls, Raging Stream's Darkness (Part 2)

This group of the most elite cultivators below the Feather Transformation Realm from all five continents gathered on the ruins.

The pitch-black night and the rampaging Evil Puppet surrounded them, as long as the torrential rain, seemingly endless.

In the center of the ruins, there was a giant, crazed serpent imprisoned.

Its head was held high, and its eyelids, covered in Three Yuan Purple Gold, made its snake-like eyes appear both eerie and alluring.

It coldly watched the pure white snake it had strangled, watching her life slowly slip away under its control.

Ji Xueruo's snake-like eyes bulged out from the strangulation, and she whimpered in pain. But she still did her best to resist the absolute power suppression, as well as the suppression from the bloodline within her own body.

Her defiance further enraged the Qi Snake. The Qi Snake had been waiting for thousands of years, and through the white snake's eyes, it had seen many things, such as the snake clan that was gradually moving towards revival thousands of miles away.

That despicable race that should never have existed.

These 'subjects' are all thieves who stole its power; it will never acknowledge them as its descendants. Instead, after dealing with this weak white snake before it, it will swim directly from the South China Sea to Japan and wipe out those wicked women in one fell swoop.

It will become an immortal True Dragon, and offspring have no meaning to an eternal god.

Thinking of this, it almost couldn't resist increasing the force of the constriction, but it restrained itself.

Activating the bloodline within this white snake requires a slow process. Rushing it will only turn her into a dead snake before she awakens, causing the dragon Dragon Blood it inherited to be completely lost—a loss that would be unacceptable to her.

Long Chiyu withdrew her gaze. She didn't quite understand why the snake demon was being ravaged by the python, but she knew the girl was about to die.

She must have been with him...

Even when he was seeing her off, the girl was by his side, and they were so reluctant to part.

Long Chiyu didn't know why she was observing so carefully; she was never one to meddle in other people's business.

But she was really dying.

Long Chiyu couldn't even muster the thought of saving her. She had no time to worry about the giant snake disaster behind her, and the endless Evil Tide in front of her had already exhausted her both physically and mentally.

Many people were even silently grateful for the white snake demon's sacrifice, even though they didn't know Ji Xueruo's name. In their eyes, it was this snake demon who used her own life to hold back the giant snake, preventing them from falling into a desperate situation of being attacked from both sides.

Zi Xun and Si Han wanted to save Ji Lingruo, but they couldn't get close to the giant snake that resembled a snake god. The pressure from the Three Yuan Purple Gold earlier actually came from it. Even when it was asleep, it made it difficult for the geniuses to move an inch. After it awoke, no one could get close to it.

"Help me! Help me!"

A desperate cry for help echoed through the rainy night; it came from a cultivator from the Northern Ao Continent who had fallen from the ruins due to exhaustion.

Long Chiyu, like the other cultivators from the Northern Ao Continent, immediately prepared to set off to rescue them, but after a brief hesitation, everyone stopped in their tracks. Although the cultivators of the Northern Ao Continent were known for their extremely xenophobic yet united nature, to the point that they were infamous as 'country bumpkins' in the eyes of people from other continents, they still watched helplessly as their compatriots were swallowed up by the Evil Tide.

Because going down meant never coming back up, this ruin made of huge piles of rubble was their inescapable barrier.

The disciple who cried for help had his body pierced by a hand, then lifted up and torn in two. His head got stuck in the Evil Puppet's hand, so the Evil Puppet pounced on him and twisted his head off like dough.

He didn't close his eyes until he died, Long Chiyu clearly saw the look in his eyes, a look more complex than the most intricate texts Long Chiyu had ever read. So many emotions were contained within, as if they were all conveyed to her through their gaze, leaving her with a suffocating sense of powerlessness.

This scene will surely become a nightmare that those who witnessed it will never forget for the rest of their lives. Of course, this is not a bad thing, but a fortunate one.

Because their lives are short, and they are about to end.

Meanwhile, the Northern Ao Continent, which is accustomed to working together, has suffered the fewest losses among the forces guarding the four directions of the Three Yuan Mountain ruins. Even the Xuanxiao Sect, which rushed to the aid from all sides, has experienced several deaths.

The deaths not only shook morale but also made this hastily assembled fortress leak in every way.

Fu Heng onto the dying Duanmu Jin. He couldn't even muster any grief, for he had already exhausted all his sorrow and turned into numbness.

Duanmu Jin was the one who killed the most evil beings among all of them. He finally comprehended his own Blade Intent in the endless battle with the Evil Puppet, but this Blade Intent could only be used once.

This perfectly aligned with his original intention in learning the sword. Ancient myths say that heaven and earth were split apart by a Great God named Pangu. He yearned for this and from then on, he aspired to wield a sword that could split the heavens and the earth. The Eighth Elder liked this kind of domineering attitude because most people's domineering attitude is only directed at others, but few are like this pure and unyielding brute who can't stand heaven and earth.

The Eighth Elder placed high hopes on this disciple, and Duanmu Jin did not disappoint his master. His single strike shattered the Evil Tide in the east for over a hundred meters, and the ravines created by the ground collapse became a natural obstacle for the Evil Tide to advance again.

Unfortunately, such ruthless Blade Intent came at the cost of his life.

"Tell my master about this cut..."

Duanmu Jin clung to Fu Heng's forearm, uttered these last words, and then breathed his last.

He looked like a spirited young man, but he was using the tactics of a desperate criminal at the end of his rope.

Fu Heng closed his eyes for him, sighing silently in his heart:

"If only we could go back..."

Even he, at this point, had lost all hope of surviving.

He trusted his taciturn, blind junior brother. When he returned to hand in a mission, he was shocked to see the numerous achievements belonging to the Divine Child in the merit book. In half a year, the Divine Child had not failed a single one of the dozens of missions he had undertaken, no matter how terrifying the evil spirits he faced.

But he felt he probably wouldn't survive until the divine child ended this trial.

These surviving cultivators were powerful, but they were no match for the sheer number of Evil Tide, which were simply impossible to kill. Severing the limbs or heads of the Evil Puppet did not stop their advance; they could even revive by picking up other people's heads and attaching them to their own necks.

For some reason, Fu Heng had a strange feeling that the hundreds of uninvited people who were put on the island were simply disposable items prepared by the True Immortal Zhengyang.

It's only natural for a true prodigy to suppress two or three others of the same realm, but a prodigy who can defeat five, six, or even more others of the same realm is extremely rare.

"I told you that passing on your skills to that trash at the lower level of the Water Condensing Lower Realm is just sending him to his death!"

Tong Hui's face was contorted with rage, and his body was riddled with several bleeding holes. The reason for his anger was not his own injury, but the fact that the cultivators of the Southern Yang Continent suffered the most severe casualties.

It wasn't that the cultivators of the Southern Yang Continent were weak, but rather that the ruins in the south were the shortest, making them the most difficult to defend.

"How could you possibly expect him to save us?! You bunch of people are truly insane! Hope must be in our own hands!!"

The sounds of battle among the cultivators of the Southern Yang Continent were incessant. Tong Hui had had enough of it all, and he roared in anger:

"Southern Yang Continent cultivators, heed my command! Follow me and charge out!"

"Tong Hui! If you're going to die, don't take your own people with you!"

Fu Heng lowered his voice and called out to Tong Hui. If Tong Hui left, the entire southern defense line would fall, and the hope of survival would become even slimmer.

Tong Hui merely glanced back at him and gritted her teeth, saying:

"I'm trying to save them!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Heng was immediately speechless; he was powerless to refute Tong Hui's words. The probability of staying here and surviving was actually the same as the probability of charging into the Evil Tide and breaking through the encirclement—both were zero.

He didn't try to persuade him to stay, because he felt he wasn't worthy.

The impending departure of Tong Hui and the cultivators from the Southern Yang Continent further shook the morale of the remaining cultivators. They hesitated: should they hold their ground or take a desperate gamble?

But at that very moment, these previously foolish Evil Puppet suddenly launched an even more ferocious attack! There were even instances of them pulling and trampling each other, as if they had received some irresistible order to immediately flatten this wasteland!

Tong Hui was immediately stunned. Faced with such a violent Evil Puppet, he had lost all courage to even enter it.

Fu Heng frowned, scrutinizing the appearance of these Evil Puppet, and muttered:

"They... seem to be afraid of something..."

Upon hearing this, Tong Hui murmured softly, "We're all going to die..."

One moment he was full of confidence, the next his face was ashen. If there was something that the Evil Puppet feared after the Evil Tide, then their deaths were inevitable.

He stretched his gaze into the distance, staring at the dark, rainy end of the night, when suddenly a flash of light caught his attention.

The flames poured down in the rain, the earth trembled faintly, and a roar that seemed to shatter the very soul echoed from afar.

Someone recognized it from afar, "That's Fire Armadillo!!"

"It's over, it's really over..."

Some people completely gave up hope and collapsed to the ground. The one who spoke was none other than the usually low-key Little Saint Son.

His presence shouldn't have been so inconspicuous, but he was severely injured in the battle with the Fire Armadillo, and it was only through sheer willpower that he survived. Precisely because of this, he is the one among everyone who has the deepest understanding of the Fire Armadillo's power.

Others were also infected by him, and even forgot to defend themselves against the Evil Puppet trying to climb the ruins.

Despair filled the ruins, but Fu Heng was not infected by the despair, because he knew that the direction in which the first mutated Evil Tide was located was the direction You Su had left in!

"There are people up there!"

Si Han spotted a Fire Armadillo!

Her cave abode dwelling was filled with Divine Valley Clear Grass, a spiritual herb that could Qingming Festival the eyes. When she first met You Su, Zi Xun had used this herb to lure You Su to her cave abode, but in reality, she hadn't planted this herb at all. Later, she searched for seeds from all over the world, carefully cultivated them, and transplanted many similar spiritual herbs into her own medicinal field. Over time, her own eyesight became extraordinary!

"People?!"

Everyone repeated Si Han's cry in disbelief.

"They've come to save us! We're saved!"

Hopefully, this ever-approaching fire will ignite instantly.

"Why is it You Su...?"

Si Han recognized the figure and muttered to herself in surprise.

"What?! It's him?!"

But many people still heard her whispers, and Tong Hui's eyes widened in anger, her newly ignited hope turning into boundless rage.

"We pinned all our hopes on him! And he turned back empty-handed out of fear! What a useless piece of trash!"

In his view, this was not a savior at all, but a final blow to the already deadly situation.

You Su's return signifies that the legacy has not reached its end, and the constant ups and downs in emotions have left everyone somewhat numb.

You Su rode a fire-breathing behemoth over ten meters long, charging in with the force of thunder, like a god in mythology bringing flames to the cold human world, or a deadly Evil Demon covered in ghostly fire from hell.

The speed was so fast that the people in the ruins had no chance to escape. Or rather, they were surrounded on all sides and had no way to avoid it.

"Did he come to save us? Or to kill us?" Zi Xun asked, lost in thought.

She no longer had the strength to think about why You Su had turned back. The boy's demeanor felt somewhat unfamiliar to her. Like everyone else, she couldn't discern the boy's purpose in returning, nor could she distinguish whether he was good or evil.

He came to save her.

Si Han's eyes suddenly hardened, as if she firmly believed it.

Fu Heng's mind raced. He didn't know You Su, but he trusted You Su.

Few people know of You Su's achievements, but he is one of those who are determined to find out. Once you know all that, it's hard not to believe that he is capable of anything. That's why, when competing for the Three Yuan Purple Gold, he, as a Water Condensation Perfection Realm cultivator, took the lead as a supporting character for a Water Condensing Lower Realm cultivator.

"Everyone, separate! Let him through!!"

Fu Heng roared, then picked up Duanmu Jin, who was lying on the ground, and rushed to both sides.

At his command, everyone immediately awoke and took action.

As Si Han ran away, she finally saw You Su standing on the Fire Armadillo's head. He was indifferent and expressionless, his face as ugly as someone who had crawled out of a coffin.

The Fire Armadillo leaped ten meters into the air in front of the ruins, spewing scorching flames from its mouth.

His target was indeed that invincible giant serpent!

Si Han wiped the raindrops from her face and suddenly smelled a faint scent of blood on her palm.

She wasn't bleeding, so whose blood was it?

Under the firelight, the raindrops in the air turned orange-red, but Si Han keenly noticed that some of them were a deeper crimson.

Did he really have to rush to save her despite losing so much blood along the way?

Si Han stared blankly, wondering why she felt such envy for the white snake that was about to suffocate.

A tear rolled down her cheek with the rain, "But you can't save her..."

Outside the immortal island, the True Immortal Zhengyang slowly opened his eyes amidst the heavy rain.

He swept his piercing eyes over the group of cultivators below him who were holding back their anger, then suddenly spread his hands and laughed:

"Since you want to see it, then let me show you the final battle of this trial..."