The cold moon hung high, its light spilling over the ground in a waterfall of chill. Before a cliff in the primordial mountain range, the bloodstained Demonic Moon kept coughing blood, her life slowly nearing its end.
Beside her, Ning Chen activated all his cultivation, trying to prolong her life. Yet no matter how fiercely the wind and snow surged across the sky, the vitality within Demonic Moon continued to drain away.
"Young Master, it's useless."
A weary smile appeared on Demonic Moon's face. Looking at the man before her, she said softly, "It is an ancient forbidden art of the Demon Realm. Those who use it have their souls scattered to the winds. Although I stopped in time, my Three Souls and Seven Spirits were still wounded. I cannot be saved."
"You cannot give up."
Ning Chen said in a deep voice, "There must be a way."
"I do not want to die either, but there truly is no way left."
The smile on Demonic Moon's face was so radiant. She had been fortunate—before her life ended, she had left the Demon Realm and met the man before her.
Those days spent in Wei City had been the happiest time of her life. Unfortunately, she would never have the chance to return.
At the side, Little Gourd stood there without daring to breathe loudly. It was his first time seeing the Immortal Elder so furious.
"Young Master, I want to go back to Wei City."
In her final lingering moments, Demonic Moon looked at the man beside her and spoke softly.
Ning Chen's body trembled. He nodded and said, "I will take you back."
As his words fell, the wind and snow before the cliff ceased. Phoenix fire surged forth, and a phoenix spread its wings, carrying away the