Before her words had even faded, a bolt of lightning struck Qing Daoxun viciously across the back. Her body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Junior Sister!" Qin Shaofeng was frantic with anxiety. He wanted to rise and help her, only to discover that his Immortal Soul could not move at all.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Qing Daoxun staggered and dropped to one knee, her bloodstained fingertips digging deep into the ground ravaged by lightning.
She looked at Qin Shaofeng's Immortal Soul, which was on the verge of scattering, and broken sobs spilled from her throat. Yet she suddenly threw back her head and laughed, blood froth bursting amid the thunderstorm with her laughter. "Good! What magnificent Nine Dragon Divine Profound Lightning!"
She tore off the jade pendant hanging from her neck and poured every last bit of her immortal power into it!
"Senior Brother, back then, you risked your life to protect me as I entered the sect. Today—" The green light erupting from the shattered jade collided violently with the surging blood-red immortal power around her. "I will use my soul as the guide and send you through this tribulation!"
"Junior Sister! Don't! Don't!"
The jade pendant turned into specks of flowing light and sank into Qin Shaofeng's Immortal Soul. Qing Daoxun's figure began to turn transparent and illusory.
Yet she still forced herself to summon her last shred of strength and pressed her hand lightly against Qin Shaofeng's chest. "Senior Brother, the immortal realm's magnificent mountains and rivers... perhaps I can no longer accompany you to see them..."
The instant Qing Daoxun's jade pendant, bolstered by her Immortal Soul, entered Qin Shaofeng, he finally regained his strength. A roar like a torn gong burst