Outside the mirror.
All the cultivators were deeply moved.
Gu Youwei's body trembled even more.
She kept shaking her head. "No, no..."
Though she knew in her heart that this was probably how she had obtained her Immortal Root, at this moment, she was terrified beyond measure.
She feared that the truth was exactly as she had imagined.
She feared that she would not know how to face him.
Gu Changqing threw down the woodcutter's axe in his hand and braced both hands against his chest.
Straining with all his might, he suddenly tore it open.
Within that mangled flesh and blood, a dazzling bone burst forth with blazing divine light.
Endless mysterious and profound divine runes wound around that bone.
The intense pain knitted Gu Changqing's brows tightly together, and all color vanished from his face in an instant.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to adapt to the pain as best he could.
Then he reached his hand into his body and yanked that divine bone out of himself.
The horrifying pain nearly made him faint.
"Ah..."
He opened his mouth. Whether because he lacked the strength or because he was enduring it with all he had, his scream came out terribly hoarse.
This Immortal Root had been born naturally within him.
Just as Gu Youwei's master had said, it was a gift from the Heavenly Dao. It was not merely fused with his flesh—it was fused with his soul as well.
To tear it out alive—this agony carved itself into the bones and etched itself into the heart!
"Ah!!"
Gu Youwei seemed to have gone mad, feeling an incomparably piercing pain in her heart!
By now, she had long since become a figure drowned in tears.
Her mind roared wildly.
Her aura was utterly disordered, and in that instant, even her mind nearly fell into chaos.
She staggered a step forward.
"Miss Youwei, be careful." Ye Chen hurried forward to support her.
But in that very instant, an indescribable pain surged into both their bodies.
"Ah!!"
Ye Chen suddenly let out a shrill cry and stumbled violently backward.
Gu Youwei also shuddered sharply, her body instinctively flashing back.
"What is going on?!"
Everyone was frightened by their reaction.
The two of them were the most powerful beings in this world. How could they lose composure like children only a few years old?
"It is what the person in the mirror is feeling at this moment."
"Everyone, be careful. Do not get too close to that mirror. When the person within it transmits fragments of past memories, half of the pain he suffered back then will also be transmitted outside the mirror."
At that moment, a clear voice rang out.
It was none other than Luo Qinghe, the owner of the Bronze Ancient Mirror.
"Only half the pain was enough to make Emperor Ye cry out like that..."
Once everyone understood, they all fell silent.
Then how had the Young Heavenly Emperor endured the agony of having his bone dug out?
Ye Chen's face flushed red.
Fortunately, no one had the attention to spare for him, sparing him further embarrassment.
Gu Youwei slowly extended her slender jade hand toward the mirror's surface.
In that instant, her face turned deathly pale. She let out a muffled groan without realizing it, but she ultimately endured.
"Even half of it was already this unbearable. How did you endure it back then?"
Hearing Gu Youwei's murmur.
Many female cultivators outside could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down their faces.
Half the pain was enough to make an Empress who stood proud above all heavens change expression. If the full agony had fallen upon an eight-year-old child, one could only imagine it.
Gu Changqing took out his Immortal Root.
Then, with a light stroke of his finger across little Youwei's chest, he cut a tiny wound.
After that, he slowly pressed the Immortal Root back inside her, bit by bit.
Though the method was brutal, the results were remarkably clear.
The Immortal Root found a host again and swiftly fused with the host's flesh and blood. Color also returned to little Youwei's face at an astonishing speed.
"So that was how it happened..."
Gu Youwei stood there in a daze, pressing her hand to her chest.
No one knew that there was a tiny scar there.
She had once thought she had been born with it.
Yet she had never expected it.
This was how that wound had come to be.
The cultivators were moved more deeply than ever.
Only now did everyone dare to confirm the suspicions in their hearts.
So there really were people who would give away an Immortal Root that could make one a Supreme merely by lying down.
So the ruthless, lawless great demon of their memories would personally destroy his own incomparably brilliant path of cultivation for an unrelated younger sister!
"Old man."
"I don't like owing people, and I don't like people owing me either."
"I'm giving you a disciple with talent unmatched beneath heaven. You had better take good care of her."
"Otherwise, I won't let you off. I definitely won't let you off..."
Gu Changqing tried his best to make his voice sound more threatening, but by the end, it was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
The white-robed old man was deeply moved. Though he had long looked lightly upon life and death, his eyes were now slightly red.
"Is it worth it? If it were her, do you think she would do the same for you?" the old man asked softly, his gaze gentle.
The Young Heavenly Emperor's face was deathly pale. He shook his head without answering, instead asking, "Does it matter?"
"If things were truly reversed, I would not want her to dig out her Immortal Root for me."
"What is there to be worth it or not worth it..."
After Mei Gongzi deflected Cao Yuwei's attack this time, she did not rush to counterattack. She merely stood where she was.
Cao Yuwei frowned slightly. Was this little girl's perception truly so keen? After he had forged armor from flames, he still had other methods at his disposal. If Mei Gongzi followed up with an attack, he was confident that he could use those methods to restrain her. But Mei Gongzi had not advanced, forcing the ability he had been ready to unleash to halt.
The war blade slashed out once more, its powerful blade intent even stronger than before. Cao Yuwei moved with the blade, man and blade as one, charging straight toward Mei Gongzi.
The Heavenly Secret Plume in Mei Gongzi's hand activated the Heavenly Mysterious Circle again, and with an instantaneous teleportation, she switched positions. While neutralizing her opponent's attack, she also broke his lock-on. In the next instant, she was already elsewhere. A golden-red flash flickered across Cao Yuwei's body. Had she not dodged quickly, another ability would undoubtedly have descended upon her.
A battle of attrition! She seemed to be planning to compete with Cao Yuwei in endurance.
Yet no one doubted the origin of this ability. After all, the Peacock Demon Race's greatest innate gift was Stellar Transposition. Her technique had the same wondrous effect through a different path.
After Mei Gongzi deflected Cao Yuwei's attack this time, she did not rush to counterattack. She merely stood where she was.
Cao Yuwei frowned slightly. Was this little girl's perception truly so keen? After he had forged armor from flames, he still had other methods at his disposal. If Mei Gongzi followed up with an attack, he was confident that he could use those methods to restrain her. But Mei Gongzi had not advanced, forcing the ability he had been ready to unleash to halt.
The war blade slashed out once more, its powerful blade intent even stronger than before. Cao Yuwei moved with the blade, man and blade as one, charging straight toward Mei Gongzi.
The Heavenly Secret Plume in Mei Gongzi's hand activated the Heavenly Mysterious Circle again, and with an instantaneous teleportation, she switched positions. While neutralizing her opponent's attack, she also broke his lock-on. In the next instant, she was already elsewhere. A golden-red flash flickered across Cao Yuwei's body. Had she not dodged quickly, another ability would undoubtedly have descended upon her.
A battle of attrition! She seemed to be planning to compete with Cao Yuwei in endurance.
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