Xunkong Shangren's Nascent Soul had moved only a few inches when an enormous force instantly flung both him and the Crimson Flame Stone dozens of feet away. That force compelled Xunkong Shangren to give up!
Yet at that very moment, Xunkong Shangren's Nascent Soul raised its head, its divine sense sweeping across the great formation. The entire formation was a complete mess, and its divine sense was severed by the formation. Xunkong Shangren could not clearly make out the circumstances of the others! But he understood perfectly well that if he stayed here and held on desperately, it might be a dead end—but if he fled now, then... it would certainly be a dead end. He did not believe that, without his suppression, Xiao Hua on the other side could withstand the backlash of the hundreds of spirit souls within the Profound Clarity Spirit Sealing Great Formation!
"Perhaps death..." Before the Yaotai Gathering, Xunkong Shangren might not have taken the lives and deaths of others to heart. But the years they had spent together through life and death, along with that trust akin to an entrusted burden, had made him understand the importance of trust. "Perhaps escape. There are not many choices, but for the sake of that weighty trust, this old man has no other choice! Even if I fall here today, I must not let down Brother Daoran and True Person Xiao, who have exposed their backs before me! So be it—then... let it be death!!"
With that thought, Xunkong Shangren looked at his Nascent Soul, which was rapidly shrinking in preparation to be drawn back into his body. Gritting his teeth, he formed hand seals and opened his mouth, spraying out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence was scarlet red. When the hand seals fell