Just as An Jing disappeared.
A strange sight appeared in midair: lightning flashed beneath a blazing sun, and a figure shot out from within it.
At the Mingjing Sect's battlefield in Taixu, Chenyinzi had unleashed his full strength, driving the Ghost God formed from True Monarch Fangong back into the netherworld. Carrying the Blood Pill formed from True Monarch Fujing, he broke through Taixu and returned to the present world.
Furious and aghast, he clenched the Blood Pill and roared, "Sun Xuan! Look at yourself! What in the world have you done?!"
At that moment, he could sense that the Blood Pill in his hand contained more than just the pure Dao insights of True Monarch Fujing and the others. It had also condensed the souls, blood, lifespan, and fortune of countless Mingjing Sect cultivators and ordinary people!
This was the most standard, most refined Heavenly Demon Blood Pill!
As long as he swallowed it, Chenyinzi would not merely extend his life—he truly might advance to Heavenly Monarch! It held the essence of nearly the entire sect, enough to defy fate and change his destiny. And he was already just one step away from becoming a Heavenly Monarch!
But how could Chenyinzi possibly consume it? This wasn't a question of morality, but of character.
Other people's morality meant nothing to a martial artist. Only their own character could determine their morality.
"We haven't even lost yet! How can you have already surrendered?!"
Chenyinzi roared.
[This isn't surrender. It's a desperate fight!]
Yet True Monarch Fujing remained unmoved. [Do you think this sort of thing never happened in the past? Let me tell you: if the enemy succeeds, then whether it's the Taiming Sect, which already intends to kill everyone, or other sects like the Huangyang Sect, all those living under