Time flowed through the frozen air, every breath stretching impossibly long.
Above the ruins, everyone's heart was in their throat.
They watched the swaying figure in the center of the scene with bated breath.
Li Xiaoyu was in an utterly dire state.
The demonic energy of Immortal-Slaying was vicious and domineering beyond measure.
Even with Li Xiaoyu's current Cultivation and the devouring power of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, rooting it out would still be a narrow escape from certain death.
At that moment, Li Xiaoyu was like a tightrope walker teetering on a cliff.
An abyss yawned beneath him, while a faint hope lay ahead.
He couldn't turn back, nor could he retreat. He could only grit his teeth and struggle onward.
Every step drained him of all his strength, making his soul teeter on the brink of destruction.
"Pfft!"
Another mouthful of black blood sprayed from Li Xiaoyu's mouth.
His consciousness began to blur, and the scene before his eyes warped.
He seemed to return to the afternoon when Tian Ling'er had publicly broken off their engagement. He saw the scorn on her face and heard her humiliate him with a gift from her new love.
"Li Xiaoyu, you're nothing but a good-for-nothing!"
"You'll never be worthy of me!"
The voice echoed through his mind like a demonic incantation.
Then the scene shifted, and he was once again in that Wilderness Sacred Hall steeped in death.
He saw the hundred-zhang-tall Asura Demon God and the giant palm descending from the heavens.
He saw his fellow disciples turn to ash before his eyes.
He saw Lu Xueqi, the woman he loved deeply, struck by the shockwave of the giant palm as she protected him, her soul scattered to the winds.
"No!" he roared, his cry tearing at his heart.
His heart