"Yang... Buhui!"
"That's his origin aura!"
"Buhui?"
At Fairy Lingwei's words, Li Qingyue shuddered, an unspeakable grief rising in her heart.
A mere name was enough to shake her soul.
That was Yang Wuzheng's origin aura.
It was the origin of an Innate Dao Embryo, enveloped in an illusory Yin-Yang Taiji Dao Diagram, nurturing boundless vitality within Fairy Lingwei.
"He severed his own origin?"
"What happened to him?"
At that moment, endless sorrow surged through Li Qingyue's heart without warning.
The white-clad figure instantly appeared in her mind, aloof from worldly strife, serene in all he did.
He and Yan Wushuang were like two extremes.
One possessed a Sacred Body, domineering and forceful, charging ever onward, daring to contend with Heaven and Earth.
The other possessed a Dao Embryo, natural and tranquil, unassertive and uncontentious, seemingly forever detached, wearing a faint smile, gentle and lustrous as jade.
When she first set foot on the path of cultivation, these two had accompanied her. Though those days had been peaceful, they were years she could never forget.
And so, deep down, she could scarcely distinguish what sort of feelings she held for them.
They were both teachers and friends, like older brothers she could rely on.
They were also guides who had accompanied her for years, cared for her throughout her journey, and explained the mysteries of cultivation to her.
If anyone in this world besides her own older brother had treated her best, it was Yan Wushuang and Yang Wuzheng.
They were not family, yet dearer than family.
They had guided her all the way onto the path of cultivation.
"The Saint Spirit Race... the Saint Spirit Race joined forces with the Ten Thousand Races of the heavens and ambushed him in the Ten Thousand Races' First City on the Emperor