Inside the Black Abyss.
When Jiang Ping noticed the suction force beneath his feet suddenly increase dramatically, he knew he couldn't escape.
At this moment, the interior of the Black Abyss was no longer pitch black, but instead incredibly bright, with a large amount of Dao Rhythm intertwined and Runes dazzlingly bright.
In an instant, the scene here completely changed.
The Dao Mountain Grand Array forms a compass composed of Runes Dao Patterns, which is magnificent, grand, and mysterious.
It magnified infinitely in Jiang Ping's eyes, like a majestic jade palace in the Celestial Jade Palace. Five Auspicious Colors stood like pillars supporting the sky in five directions. They burst forth with boundless laws Dao Rhythm, bathed in brilliant light and rain, supporting the Yin-Yang Palace at the center. A large amount of immortal light fell and burst forth, purple qi surged and red clouds stretched for thousands of feet.
At this moment, Jiang Ping felt as if he were ascending to heaven, standing tall in a celestial Palace.
However, a sharp pain swept through his body, pulling him back to reality.
In fact, the energy surging from the Magic Array was destroying everything; the grass, soil, and rocks that were brought in were reduced to nothingness under the Runes and Dao Patterns.
"The Five Elements generate Yin and Yang."
Jiang Ping murmured, glimpsing some of the true nature of the Magic Array compass.
The power of that Great Being who traveled in spirit back then was terrifying; he used the Five Elements to evolve the Yin and Yang Dao Rhythm.
This means that the senior was not only proficient in the Five Elements Wonder Techniques, but also skilled in using them to set up such a terrifying Magic Array.
Although it is now in decline and its Yin and Yang are no longer apparent, he could still sense that supreme aura, no less than the radiance of Life-Death Fusion.
Moreover, the energy generated by this compass is far more intense than the Life and Death he studies.
Puff!
Chen Qingyan suddenly vomited blood. Even with the protection of the saint's essence blood, she was about to collapse. Her body was cracking and her face was extremely pale.
Furthermore, the Saint Blood began to show signs of decline, and the Holy Light gradually dimmed, unable to sustain itself for long.
Jiang Ping grasped his wife's hand, attempting to fuse the true blood of the Old Saint within each of them, aiming to maximize the use of the sage's power.
A moment later, he succeeded, and the holy light enveloping the two of them shone even brighter.
Buzz!
With the enhancement of Bone Techniques, the Old Saint's essence and blood became even stronger, which helped the young couple recover.
However, an even bigger problem loomed ahead: the Yin-Yang Compass's suction was too strong, preventing them from escaping upwards. They continued to fall, gradually approaching the compass.
This Yin-Yang Compass seems to be the Formation Eye of the entire Magic Array, and its destructive power is astonishing.
Jiang Ping guessed that the Martial Saint who came down back then might have failed to survive because of this compass Formation Eye.
"Jiang Ping," Chen Qingyan called softly.
Because their feet began to sink into the compass.
"Snap!"
The holy light bathing the two instantly dimmed by more than half and shattered.
Strands of energy, even more concentrated and violent than the aura, seeped in from the cracks in the holy light, instantly assaulting their bodies.
"Ah..." Jiang Ping couldn't help but roar. The power was incredibly destructive. His flesh exploded, and even his bones cracked.
With a loud hum, he subconsciously activated his Changshi Concept, and a surge of boundless vitality rushed forth as he tried to repair his physical body.
Unfortunately, compared to the profound Artistic Conception that far surpasses even the longest era, it was merely a drop in the ocean, offering only a slight respite.
"Um?"
At this moment, Jiang Ping sensed something was wrong. The soft hand he was holding was no longer tender; instead, it was hard and sticky.
When he turned his head, he was momentarily stunned.
Chen Qingyan's hands were already a bloody mess, with almost nothing but cracked bones.
But the other party remained silent throughout.
Chen Qingyan's face was like shattered white porcelain, flowing with bright red.
"Don't look!"
At this moment, she was thinking that she didn't want to face Jiang Ping in such a miserable state, so she turned her head away with difficulty, wanting to leave the most beautiful image in his heart forever.
Boom!
Jiang Ping said little, frantically circulating the Changshi Fist, enveloping the two of them with a large amount of Life force. He still wanted to live, and for both of them to live.
However, the Saint Blood was running out and was about to be completely depleted.
At this moment, the little figures in the Sea of Consciousness were also operating frantically. They seemed to sense a great crisis as well. Once the main body died, they would also dissipate.
Within the space, a terrifying brilliance erupted from the Fusion of Life and Death. However, death energy permeated from the outside, and they instantly realized that their true form was about to collapse.
The True Self is contorted in a grimace, its eyes filled with resentment, as if to say, "There's still a chance!"
It was practicing its Short Life Saber Technique, and there was no better time to experience that life-or-death situation than now.
Thump!
Instantly, the Saber Qi was filled with the energy of blades, a constant roar, and the aura of annihilation surged and swelled.
[Short Life Saber Qi (140%→145%)]
[Short Life Saber Qi (145%→149%)]
[Short Life Saber Qi (149%→153%)]
The progress is rapid, but that's not enough.
Because this is a race against God of Death, the main body and the main body's wife are in imminent danger.
Clang!
The Three Little Persons perceive the emotions of the True Self and understand what the True Self wants to do.
Suddenly, even the petty person joined in, working alongside the True Self to perform a miracle.
Outside world.
Jiang Ping's body was completely submerged in the compass. His heart was heavy, his face was full of sorrow, and he felt death approaching.
At this moment, the holy light had almost completely dimmed, and he and Chen Qingyan were riddled with holes, their breaths beginning to leak out.
The buzzing sound continued, and the two people's breaths were extremely faint.
Their flesh and blood began to dissolve, and their bones shattered.
"Jiang Ping, is it time to say goodbye?"
Chen Qingyan was like a candle flame flickering in a storm, gradually going out.
She managed to utter her last words, and though she was never good at expressing her emotions, these words revealed a deep sense of reluctance.
Then, the flawless face turned into withered bones.
Jiang Ping watched this scene, his body trembling violently, but he could do nothing about it.
Hurry up!
Boom!
[Short Life Saber Qi (168→180%)]
At that very moment, his Blade Art made tremendous progress, taking a giant leap forward in a very short time.
A full 180 Saber Qi swirled here, emanating a dense aura of death, even affecting my True Self, making me appear somewhat Decaying Aura.
However, this is not enough, far from enough.
The True Self and the Three Little Persons reveal their madness; they continue, forcefully pushing open the Short-Life Artistic Conception!
"In the midst of annihilation, one can perceive the true nature of life and death!"
The True Self, imbued with the intense emotions of the true self, let out a roar of resentment that echoed throughout this Consciousness Space.
Thump!
As if Dao Sound was heard, the space in the Sea of Consciousness suddenly brightened, and a curtain interwoven with laws and Runes was bathed in light and rain.
It spread out in the dark sky, boundless and endless, like Sky Curtain covering and illuminating everything, with the Artistic Conception life and death flowing down, permeating the entire Consciousness Space.
For a time, the four little figures Cycle of Wither and Flourish, sometimes appearing young and naive, full of vigor, and at other times appearing old, frail, and decaying.
They had no interest in experiencing this mindset of facing death with a will to live; they stared intently at the curtain of life and death, watching the principles of law interwoven upon it.
Outside world.
Within the Yin-Yang Compass, Jiang Ping gazed at his wife, who was rapidly turning to bones, his eyes filled with resentment.
Instantly, boundless vitality burst forth from his body, bathed in the light of life, and his Qi Mechanism grew increasingly intense.
When the ruins rise again and tall buildings stand tall, the bones are once again covered with flesh and blood.
Jiang Ping saw Chen Qingyan's once-gone hair fluttering again!
Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.