The Two Gods of Yin and Yang

Mu Qianfan began burning his primordial spirit, channeling his power into the Heavenly Luo Chessboard.

His voice was impassioned and stirring.

"If the Sect Master dies, the Mystic Heart Sect will surely perish."

"Our heads may be severed and our blood may flow, but even if we die and our souls are destroyed, we cannot allow the sect's legacy to be cut off."

"Elders, join me in facing death. Let us carve out a bloody path for the Sect Master!"

The many elders of the Mystic Heart Sect were fired up upon hearing these words.

None of them wanted to die.

But if they were dying for a righteous cause, what was there to fear?

"Hahaha, well said! I, Hu Yourong, am willing to die alongside Elder Mu!"

"For the sect, what is this life worth grieving over?"

"If my death can preserve the sect's legacy, I will have no regrets even if I die nine times!"

One Spirit Transformation Realm elder after another began burning their primordial spirits.

Even the Nascent Soul Realm elders were moved, burning the origins of their Nascent Souls one after another.

"For the sect!"

"Why fear death!"

Feng Baiyu's eyes reddened at the sight.

"All of you, stop!"

"Stop!"

The power of the Heavenly Luo Chessboard continued to grow, its black and white energies becoming ever denser.

Yan Qingcheng, too, was infected by this tragic, heroic atmosphere, and immediately felt the urge to die for the sect.

"Junior Brother Lin Fei, farewell!"

She looked at the Mystic Heart Sect's mountain gate, so close at hand.

Yet it seemed separated from her by an insurmountable chasm.

The grand formation jointly laid down by the Earth Dragon Sect and the Blood Bat Sect sealed off space, isolating the inside from the outside.

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