Hall of Venerables

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Vast ancient realm, unknown forbidden ground. A plain-clothed figure stood suspended in the void, four primal sources surging around him as four scrolls that opened heaven forcibly held the spatial passage open.

Without reaching the True Realm, one's cultivation could hardly reach the heavens. Yet Marquis of Knowing Fate, bearing the four scrolls upon himself and possessing a foundation peerless under heaven, stubbornly kept the spatial passage from closing.

The void swayed as streams of turbulence slashed past from time to time. As time passed, the spatial passage grew increasingly unstable and could vanish at any moment.

At that very moment, three streaks of light shot out, arriving at the final critical instant.

With a thunderous boom, space and time sealed shut. The ancient realm shook, then gradually returned to calm after a brief while.

Red robes flashed past, and the two bodies merged. His aura reached its peak.

Ning Chen immediately stepped forward. Snow swirled around him as palm essence surged, the regenerative power of the Azure Dragon pouring forcefully into the gravely wounded, dying demon's body.

"Urgh."

A muffled groan sounded. Demonic essence surged from Xia Ziyi's body as Gods and Devils clashed, ceaselessly resisting the Azure Dragon's power entering him.

"Ha!"

Seeing the demonic aura grow ever stronger, Ning Chen gave a heavy cry and pushed his cultivation to its limit. At once, wind and snow descended from the heavens, turning a thousand miles silver-white.

Not far away, Consort Luo clenched her delicate hands tightly, so nervous that she did not dare look away