"Rejuvenation."
Those two words expanded from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a palm, from the size of a palm to the size of a washbasin, and from the size of a washbasin to the size of a millstone.
They are suspended in the sky above Arena. They are all ink-colored, and the strokes are round and thick, as if each stroke was written with the thickest ink on the finest Xuan Paper.
The surface of those two words is covered with dense ink-colored runes. The runes are constantly rotating, reorganizing, and changing, releasing an extremely rich Haoran Righteous Qi.
Lang Tu looked up at the two huge ink characters pressing down on him.
His dark green vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and the two groups of dark green light that were about to go out in the depths of his pupils suddenly surged at that moment.
The Haoran Righteous Qi contained in the two words Rejuvenation is richer, purer, and thicker than all the words he has endured before.
It is the final and purest power obtained by burning oneself at all costs.
The two words Rejuvenation suddenly exploded in the sky above Arena.
In the exploding ink-colored light, a figure slowly condensed and took shape.
The figure was wearing a washed-out Coarse Cloth Tunic, with a Grass Rope tied around her waist.
Grass Rope has a blue-white Jade Slip pinned to her head, a bunch of Half-Gray, Half-White's long hair tied behind her head, and a pair of thinly worn straw sandals on her feet.
His face has a Vicissitudes that has been repeatedly washed away by the years. His cheekbones are slightly high, his cheeks are slightly sunken, and the wrinkles at the end of his eyes are like water wrinkled by the wind.
The two groups of bluish-black fatigue in his dark brown pupils were still strong.
But the light in his eyes was much brighter than before, as bright as a book that had been flipped to the last page, and every word on the page was glowing at the same time.
Xie Approaching the Abyss stood above Arena, looking down at Lang Tu who was looking up from below.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly into a very faint smile.
Like the satisfied and quiet smile a gentleman shows after closing the last page of his book.
"Lang Tu Fellow Daoist."
When he spoke, his voice was clear and gentle, like a wave of Qingfeng blowing through the study.
"I said, what I cultivated is Haoran Righteous Qi."
"Righteous energy does not kill people, it only suppresses evil."
"But you killed my body and shattered my soul."
"I should have disappeared, but I still have one last thing left to do."
"I have taught for so many years and I have never given up on a student halfway."
He fell slowly from mid-air, and his feet landed on the Arena stone bricks without making a sound.
The index finger and middle finger of his right hand came together, and the fingertips condensed an extremely rich ink-colored light. The light was brighter, purer, and more stable than ever before.
He wrote nine words in succession on the Void in front of him.
"Pro."
The moment the first word was formed, Sky Vault above the entire Arena suddenly dimmed.
The word "Lin" turned into a huge ink-colored shadow floating in the sky above Arena.
The shape of the shadow is taller, clearer, and more complete than before.
The ink figures holding books in the shadow became clear from blur.
The faces of every figure are vaguely discernible, and they represent every student Xie Approaching the Abyss has taught, every book he has read, and every article he has written in his life.
The sound of reciting turned into waves of invisible sound waves and rolled towards Lang Tu.
Wherever the sound wave passed, the remaining Sha Qi around Lang Tu melted away layer by layer like snow illuminated by the sun.
Lang Tu's right foot suddenly touched the ground, and the dark red Sha Qi condensed into a thin blood-colored carapace on the body surface.
But this time, the carapace didn't even hold on for a breath under the impact of the sound wave, and it shattered into dark red light that filled the sky.
Sound waves penetrated deep into his Spiritual Platform from all directions.
Make his thinking slow down.
Make his limbs heavy.
Let his Killing Intent Origin begin to peel off layer by layer.
"Soldier."
The second word exploded and turned into countless ink-colored swords, guns, swords and halberds suspended in mid-air.
Those weapons were all black in color, with dense Haoran Righteous Qi runes flowing on their blades.
They poured towards Lang Tu like a heavy rain, each one carrying enough power to penetrate Killing Intent Carapace.
Lang Tu swung the ax in front of him Axe Curtain.
But this time Axe Curtain quickly collapsed under the impact of the black weapon.
Dozens of ink-colored spears penetrated through the gaps in Axe Curtain, piercing into his shoulder armor, waist, abdomen, and thighs.
The moment the ink-colored spear sank into his flesh and blood, Lang Tu felt an extremely pure Haoran Righteous Qi seeping into his meridians along the wound, burning his Killing Intent Origin.
"Fight."