Jin Ping'er was the same.
She looked at the young man, his face filled with pain, and her illusory remnant soul revealed an exquisite smile.
"Li Xiaoyu."
"Remember to send my regards to the past."
The instant her words fell, she no longer had any lingering attachment.
She detonated the Holy Mother statue that had long since fused with her.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion erupted within the silent hall.
A gentle, sacred white radiance burst forth from the statue.
That light transformed into a torrent of energy capable of purifying all things, sweeping toward the indescribably massive black vortex.
Golden Buddhist light and white holy light—two entirely different powers—fused perfectly at that moment.
They became a sacred storm capable of destroying everything, launching their final counterattack against the terrifying existence that was about to descend.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble!"
Explosions continuously detonated in midair.
The violent energy storm swept outward in every direction.
The black vortex that should have devoured the entire world was forcibly halted by the sacred storm.
It was even being pushed back at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Li Xiaoyu stared blankly at the miraculous scene before him.
Two streams of scorching tears ran down his face.
He knew this was the final time they had bought for him with their lives.
He could not let them down.
He had to survive.
Li Xiaoyu hesitated no longer.
He turned around and cast his gaze upon that land already shrouded in darkness one last time.
His eyes were filled with resolve.
He summoned the three Heavenly Emperor relics, along with that mysterious gray Wine Gourd.
"Come."
He looked at the four artifacts radiating sacred auras and murmured softly.
"Take me home."
"Buzz!"
A soft hum rang out in the silent sky.
As though answering some summons,