Golden starlight blazed around Wan Yingying, and her entire body transformed into a mass of intense divine radiance.
Only when both body and spirit had been converted into immense dharma power would one assume this state of light.
Facing death, Wan Yingying felt the relief of release, yet she could not help feeling some reluctance to part with life, as well as unease and fear toward the unknown. It made her appear exceptionally fragile...
Gao Xian's heart was full of tenderness and pity. He could not help recalling their parting four thousand years ago—the brilliant red clouds draped over Wan Yingying, the swaying willow tree, and that ancient, tranquil Daoist temple.
Unlike their last farewell, this was a parting in death. Even if there truly was another life, they would likely find it difficult to meet again.
Gao Xian took out a Formless Three-Lives Rebirth Stone and bestowed its protection upon Wan Yingying. Solemnly raising his hand, he said, "I, Gao Xian of the Nine Provinces, swear this oath: I will slaughter every Ghost Race cultivator to avenge Yingying's death! Should I break this oath, may Heaven punish me and Earth destroy me!"
No expression changed on Gui Jiuyan's or Gui Tianzong's faces, but the two eighth-rank Ghost Race powerhouses felt a chill in their hearts. Gao Xian had made such a venomous oath—it seemed he truly would not rest until either he or the Ghost Race was dead!
The two eighth-rank powerhouses both felt some regret. It seemed they had handled this matter wrongly and truly provoked Gao Xian!
Of course, though the two eighth-rank Ghost Race powerhouses were alarmed, they were not afraid. Having cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, they would not make a fuss over every little shock!
The deed was already done, and they