Choice

The broken sword was old and rustic, and Pure Yang Fire burned on its rust-covered blade. This Pure Yang Flame was the most effective at suppressing yin and evil forces.

Sizzle!

The dark-skinned youth could clearly hear the sound of his body being burned. A large, visible hole slowly formed on his body as a large amount of Yin energy was drawn into it by the Pure Yang Flame and burned away completely.

Why...?

The dark-skinned youth clutched the broken sword, his face contorted in agony, his chest seared by Pure Yang Flame, radiating unbearable pain!

As a Yin Sha, physical pain is nothing to him, but the pain from the soul is magnified many times over, driving him to the brink of collapse!

The dark-skinned boy turned his head with difficulty; his soul, as if rusted, was extremely difficult to move.

"You..."

In the increasingly blurred vision of the dark-skinned boy, he saw the boy dressed in blue robes, holding a broken sword.

With the powerful Pure Yang Power, coupled with the top-level Movement Technique of "Golden Crow Sun-Plunder," Yi Yun's speed exploded to its limit in an instant. The dark-skinned youth who had turned into Yin Sha was not strong in his original form, so he couldn't dodge Yi Yun's fatal sword strike at all!

"You... you... how... did you find out... about my..."

The dark-skinned boy struggled to speak. The sharp pain in his chest and the feeling of impending death made his voice dry and weak, as if his body would collapse if he uttered even a few more words.

But he still had to ask that question, because he died under mysterious circumstances. He couldn't understand how Yi Yun, as a soul entity, could perfectly conceal his whereabouts and locate him.

"These are your last words? How boring."

A cold smile appeared on Yi Yun's lips. He gently twisted the sword in his hand, changing the blade from horizontal to vertical, aiming at the dark-skinned boy's head.

"Wait... wait!"

A wisp of black smoke emanated from the dark-skinned youth's mouth. The unassuming ancient sword in Yi Yun's hand instilled immense fear in him. Death was imminent, and his heart was filled with despair and resentment.

"Spare... spare my life, I can..."

Before the dark-skinned boy could finish speaking, Yi Yun, wielding the broken sword, suddenly swung it upwards!

"Sizzle!"

Yi Yun's sword strike started from the dark-skinned youth's chest, cleaving his body along its central axis, splitting through his neck, chin, nose, brow, and top of his head!

"Aaaaaah!"

The dark-skinned boy's soul let out a sharp and agonizing scream as his body was cleaved in two. Large amounts of Black Flames spewed out from his severed flesh, burning wildly.

The flames engulfed his soul, his face was completely distorted in the flames, as if a vengeful spirit was being burned by sacred fire, the scene was extremely tragic!

Yi Yun had already taken a step back, coldly watching this scene. He activated his Energy Vision, locking onto the surrounding energy fluctuations. As a Yin Sha, the dark-skinned youth naturally possessed energy fluctuations, Yi Yun didn't want him to use any tricks to escape right under his nose.

As the flames rose, the dark-skinned boy's cries grew fainter, and his soul energy nearly vanished.

Although he had killed the dark-skinned youth, Yi Yun was not at ease. He didn't know who the dark-skinned youth was. As the Artifact Spirit of the God Descending Tower, the White-robed woman had left many things unsaid before she went into slumber.

A mysterious adversary who could threaten the Empress Secret Realm and might even seize a divine artifact like the God Descending Tower... He forced the White-robed woman to fall into a deep sleep, using the Ancient Empress's sealing power to repel it.

Such an existence is clearly beyond the reach of a power like the Shentu Family.

Yi Yun vaguely sensed that a storm was brewing in the Tianyuan Realm. The words spoken by the White-robed woman before she fell asleep—"There is no time left"—also made Yi Yun somewhat worried.

Seeing the black mist still dissipating in the sky above Yi Yun had a thought. The Dharma Aspect Totem burst out from his body, the Golden Crow spread its wings, and flames burned it, along with the black mist, burning it all away.

The dark-skinned youth exuded an eeriness. Although Yi Yun killed him with a single sword strike, who knew if his life force had been completely extinguished?

Just to be on the safe side, he burned and destroyed all the evil energy, then absorbed the remaining energy with the Purple Crystal, figuring that even if the dark-skinned boy had a bizarre life form, he couldn't possibly be resurrected.

After doing all this, Yi Yun landed on the ice field. Although Yi Yun was not yet at the Dao Seed Realm, it was not difficult for him to float in the air using pure Yang energy with the Golden Crow Totem and the <Golden Crow Sun-Plunder> Movement Technique.

At this moment, on the icy plain, Lin Xin Tong was covered in snow, her face pale, like a frozen goddess.

Seeing Lin Xin Tong like this, Yi Yun felt a slight pang in his heart. He bent down and picked her up. Touching Lin Xin Tong's body, Yi Yun felt as if he were holding a block of ice.

Lin Xin Tong's body temperature had completely evaporated, and her last remaining vitality had been sealed away. It was very likely that she would never wake up...

Amidst the howling blizzard, Yi Yun, dressed in blue, stood silently.

Looking at this vast world, in the wind and snow sweeping thousands of miles of ice fields like wild waves, his and Lin Xintong's figures seemed infinitely small...

A boy, holding a girl in his arms, faces the whole world...

At this moment, Yi Yun suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment. The vast snowfield stretched out before him, and he had no idea where the road led...

Yi Yun sighed inwardly. Martial artists practice against the will of Heaven, enduring countless dangers, loneliness, and hardships along the way, with countless martial artists dying on their path. Perhaps the root of all this motivation lies in their unwillingness to accept such insignificance.

Ordinary people, their lives are fleeting, lasting only a few decades, before turning to dust in the end.

Centuries later, looking back on history, what does a mere mortal who has passed away matter among billions of living beings?

To be equal to heaven and earth, to control one's destiny... this must be the desire of a martial artist.

These thoughts flashed through Yi Yun's mind. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer confused. He held Lin Xin Tong and walked slowly forward against the wind and snow.

All I could see were swirling snowflakes, making it impossible to see anything ahead.

Whether to move forward or backward, Yi Yun ultimately chose to continue tracing the path taken by the Ancient Empress!

Although Lin Xin Tong's condition was extremely bad, Yi Yun still held onto a sliver of hope. Perhaps, crossing the icy plains could bring about a turning point...

Yi Yun used his Pure Yang Vital Energy to envelop both him and Lin Xin Tong. At the same time, Yi Yun continuously channeled his energy into Lin Xin Tong meridian to maintain her life.

The vital energy of the perfect Pure Yang Body brought a touch of warmth to Lin Xin Tong, whose body was as cold as ice. Although her face was still pale, as this Pure Yang Power flowed through Lin Xin Tong's withered and frozen meridians, a faint vitality began to stir deep within her life.

Lin Xin Tong, still unconscious, had her eyelashes tremble very slightly...

...(To be continued~^~)