"The thirteen layers of formations overlap one another. Even if the Sect Master were here, stretching out his neck to be slaughtered, not the slightest sound would reach outside."
"Even if the heavens collapsed and the earth split apart here, leaving the sun and moon without light, these formations could still firmly suppress every trace of energy and every fluctuation within this tiny space."
He extended a withered hand like a chicken claw and pointed around him, his tone filled with boundless confidence and ruthlessness.
"Cooperate obediently with this old man, and the two of us shall conduct a wondrous dual-cultivation ceremony."
"Offer me that pure and flawless profound-yin origin of yours, your refined cultivation, and your perfect maidenly primordial yin—all of it."
"Help this old man break through his bottleneck and reach a higher realm."
Madness and blazing fervor flashed in Gu Xuantong's eyes.
It was as though he had already seen himself advancing by leaps and bounds, looking down upon the world.
The aura around him also became incomparably evil and filthy at that moment, utterly unlike his previous immortal-like appearance.
A dense stench of blood and an icy aura wafted from his body, making people want to vomit.
Yang Lingtian was forced back again and again by that terrifying pressure. He made his handsome face appear as pale as paper, his beautiful eyes filled with despair.
"Gu Xuantong, you despicable, shameless old scoundrel! You'll die a terrible death!"
He shrieked furiously, his voice filled with boundless rage and spite.
"If the sect learns of what you've done, it certainly won't let you off."
Upon hearing this, Gu Xuantong let out an even more unrestrained, sinister laugh.
"Hahahaha, the sect? Saintess, you're still far too naïve."
He seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
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