Su Chen shook his head and smiled, took a step, and slowly walked to the futon, looking at the woman lying on it.
Sunlight fell on the woman's stunningly beautiful face. She lay quietly with her eyes closed, her hands folded in front of her chest, the slight rise and fall of her chest showing her steady breathing, like a sleeping lily, exuding a tranquil fragrance.
Xiao Yue'er approached Su Chen's side, anxiously asking, "Young Master Su Chen, is there a way?"
Xiao Jing, standing to the side, clenched his fists and his breathing became somewhat disordered as he looked at the woman in the prayer mat.
There was once a man who, for hundreds of thousands of years, sought help from countless people and tried countless methods to save his beloved daughter.
However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on him. Despite his long time and endless efforts, he still couldn't find a way to save his daughter.
He had experienced despair, pain, and guilt, but even with the faintest hope, he never gave up, clinging to that sliver of a possible miracle.
And this man was none other than Xiao Jing.
At that moment, he was nervous, anxious, and afraid. He was afraid that the man in white would not be able to save the woman, and he was afraid that his newly raised hope would once again vanish like a bubble.
Despite his fear, he still held onto hope and believed in the man in white.
Because the man in white was the most powerful person he had ever seen, without a doubt!
If even the man in white couldn't save the woman, then surely no one else in the world could?
Therefore, Xiao Jing was more nervous and afraid than ever before. His hands were clenched so tightly that they turned white, and he kept praying for a miracle to happen.
Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "A person has three souls: the Heaven Soul, the Earth Soul, and the Human Soul. Now, your sister has lost her Heaven Soul and Earth Soul, and even her Human Soul is about to completely dissipate. If her Heaven Soul and Earth Soul are not recalled in time, the time when her Human Soul completely dissipates will be the time when your sister perishes."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jing's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but take a step forward. He forcibly controlled his grief and asked nervously, "Then... Young Master Su Chen, is there any way?"
Xiao Yue'er looked anxious.
Su Chen glanced at the two of them, but quickly looked away. He looked at the woman in the futon and couldn't help but sigh, "What a nuisance."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, joined two fingers together to form a sword, and then slashed to his right.
Pfft!
A flash of sword light passed by, but nothing happened.
Everyone looked puzzled, but in an instant, their expressions changed. To Su Chen's right, a hundred feet away, spacetime was torn open with a bottomless rift.
This rift was different from the space-time rift. The edges of the rift flickered with ghostly blue flames, and the rift itself emitted an extremely strong, chilling aura. Everyone in the area except Su Chen felt a chill run down their spines. Looking inside, there was only endless darkness and a terrifying silence, like a passage to the underworld.
Everyone in the arena stared at the crack with solemn expressions. Yan Qingwu subconsciously drew her longsword and circulated her inner power, but as if remembering something, she glanced at Su Chen, then sheathed her sword and regained her composure.
Xiao Jing was filled with horror, and his heart was filled with countless waves of shock.
This crack even made him feel the presence of death!
Keep in mind, he was at the Peak Immortal Emperor. A crack that could make him sense the aura of death must be extraordinary.
Could there be some terrifying entity lurking inside?
Xiao Jing frowned, pondering. He shook his head, then asked again, puzzled, "Where does the rift lead?"
At this moment, his heart was filled with many questions. He looked at Su Chen, wanting him to answer his questions, but after thinking about it, he ultimately did not speak and simply watched quietly.
Suddenly, a chilling voice echoed from the crack, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present. "Who are you? How dare you open the Nine Nether Passage!"
The voice was hoarse and contained an extremely terrifying, chilling power. Everyone present, including Xiao Jing, felt immense pressure and fear upon hearing it.
This caused Xiao Jing's pupils to dilate, his face filled with disbelief.
The mere sound filled him with terror. Just what was that being opposite him?
Why is it so terrifying?
Xiao Jing swallowed hard, his eyes filled with shock, fear, and confusion. He frowned, glanced at Su Chen, and pondered for a moment before forcibly calming his emotions and doubts.
Su Chen ignored the old man's question, instead pointing a finger at the woman in the futon, and calmly said, "Bring me this woman's Heaven Soul and Earth Soul."
"Presumptuous!"
The person on the other side of the crack roared in fury, "Who do you think you are? How dare you order me around?"
The sound was like a thunderclap, resounding in everyone's ears. Their faces turned pale, and they couldn't help but take a step back, a strong chill and a terrifying aura of death welling up in their hearts.
A strong wind blew by, causing his silver hair to flutter. The man in white stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, like a stagnant pool.
At the same time, the Netherfire burning at the edge of the rift became even more intense, resembling a sea of fire. However, this sea of fire was even more terrifying than ordinary flames, and the surrounding space and time began to be swallowed and melted little by little, which was extremely terrifying.
Xiao Jing's face was solemn as he secretly circulated his internal energy. If one were to observe closely, one would find that this dignified Peak Immortal Emperor was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes even revealed fear.
This is enough to demonstrate the terror of that Netherfire. A flame that can instill fear in a Peak Immortal Emperor —isn't that terrifying enough?
Suddenly, the Netherfire surged towards Su Chen Su Chen a colossal wave, attempting to engulf him and reduce him to ashes.
Everyone in the room turned pale at the sight, their bodies trembling involuntarily. But when they thought of Su Chen's presence, they gritted their teeth and suppressed their fear.
Needless to say, Ye Lingxi and Yan Qingwu had complete faith in Su Chen. As for Xiao Jing and Xiao Yue'er, they inexplicably trusted Su Chen as well.
Since Su Chen dared to open the " Nine Nether Passage," he must have been confident. If he wasn't confident, wouldn't he be a fool to open it?
Xiao Jing and Xiao Yue'er didn't believe Su Chen was a fool, therefore, they trusted Su Chen.
Faced with this raging inferno, Su Chen's eyes revealed no emotion, only calmness and deep indifference.
"Disperse."
As soon as the words fell, the Netherfire, which had been so powerful and contained terrifying energy, vanished in an instant!
"How is that possible!"
A gasp of surprise came from the other side of the crack, as if filled with disbelief.
Buzz!
A sword's cry suddenly rang out, and the next moment, a sword light flashed across the arena, heading straight into the crack.
Pfft!
"Ah!"
A scream suddenly erupted from the other side of the crack, a scream filled with boundless fear and despair...