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Chapter 472 - 471: The Three Demon Saints Fall, Is Nuwa’s Matter Still Unfinished?

Boom!

Lin Heng was directly blasted into the ground.

Witch Zi Xuan could not vent her anger, and with her palms thrust into the earth, the entire ground burst apart under the terrifying Quasi-Saint Power.

Countless massive rocks were hurled into the sky.

Billowing dust surged like a tornado.

The eight directions trembled!

The Quasi-Saint was enraged.

The ultimate fury drove Witch Zi Xuan nearly insane.

Half of Lin Heng’s body was torn apart.

He tried to resist, but the previous battle had drained too much of his Immortal Power.

Xu Changqing’s one sword had almost entirely robbed him of his fighting strength.

At this moment, facing the enraged Witch Zi Xuan.

Lin Heng had no power to strike back.

"Could it be that today truly is the day of my death..."

Blood rain drifted.

Lin Heng was like a kite with a broken string.

His mind was complicated; he had not expected that after the Primordial Celestial Tribulation killed Demon Venerable Chong Lou, he still could not break through...

"What must I do to ascend to Quasi-Saint?"

Lin Heng was confused, his face full of bitterness.

Witch Zi Xuan held the Celestial Blade, ready to deliver the final blow.

All the Quasi-Saints present looked on indifferently.

Even Princess Iron Fan, who had previously joined forces to attack the altar, did not step in to stop her.

Seeing the Celestial Blade descending.

Lin Heng had no means of escape.

Yet at this moment, two familiar figures rapidly descended from the sky.

It was the Cyan Snake and Bai Suzhen.

The moment Witch Zi Xuan shattered the light circle, the four women on the altar awoke.

"If you want to kill him, kill us first!"

Bai Suzhen and Cyan Snake both stood in front of Lin Heng, their beautiful eyes were blood-red, their gaze was filled with anger and determination.

The Celestial Blade halted, hovering above their heads.

"Get lost!"

Witch Zi Xuan lifted her hand, sending Bai Suzhen and Cyan Snake flying, continuing her attack towards Lin Heng.

Unexpectedly, another figure appeared.

It was Xu Changqing!

"Zi Xuan, you should stop now..."

At this time, Xu Changqing’s Demon Heart had been removed, and he reverted to his Celestial Venerable form, but his figure was already unsteady.

He had been sustaining his life with the Demon Heart.

At this moment, he had reached the end of his life.

He appeared in front of Lin Heng, facing the descending Celestial Blade, with complex eyes, neither dodging nor avoiding it.

Pfft!

Half of Xu Changqing’s flesh turned to nothingness under the Celestial Blade.

This unexpected change.

Stunned everyone present.

Lin Heng was also in a daze.

Witch Zi Xuan looked incredulously at the assassin she had become, her previously crazed eyes gradually returning to clarity after a brief stupor.

The rain of light that had descended upon Zi Xuan earlier.

At this moment, bloomed with brilliant radiance; the Demon Heart within Zi Xuan seemed to be cleansed, gushing Demonic Qi amid its tremors.

"Chang... Changqing?"

Looking at the familiar man, now bisected, Zi Xuan’s jade hand trembled, and the Celestial Blade slipped from her grasp.

"Why did this happen... why did this happen..."

At this moment, her steps trembled as she slowly walked towards Xu Changqing.

Reaching out to touch the man’s face, tears streamed down like a fountain.

"It wasn’t intentional, I didn’t mean to..."

The previous madness vanished; now, Zi Xuan was like a child who had made a grave mistake, her face full of self-reproach and regretful tears.

And at that moment.

The hand she used to touch Xu Changqing’s face suddenly felt empty.

She gazed blankly at the man in front of her.

Only to see the man’s broken body turning into ash, bit by bit.

"No! No!!"

The Quasi-Saint Power erupted as she tried to forcibly stabilize Xu Changqing’s body.

But it was already beyond salvation.

Xu Changqing’s body completely dissipated in the wind.

In place, only a fleeting, illusory figure remained, always on the verge of annihilation.

That figure in a Daoist Robe, grand and handsome, his brows sharp as a blade yet his gaze pure as spring water.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

Zi Xuan, knowing that everything could no longer be undone, sat down in the sky, crying out in anguish.

"It’s alright, it’s not your fault."

The illusory Xu Changqing reached out, seemingly wanting to touch Zi Xuan’s face, but as he neared, quietly withdrew.

With a heavy sigh, he said, "In truth, we should have long since passed."

Hearing this, Zi Xuan’s beautiful eyes filled with a smile, said, "Yes."

As the words fell.

The Demon Heart within her body slowly rose out, then shattered in the void, disappearing without a trace.

Xu Changqing’s eyes full of heartache.

With a look of contentment and willingness, Zi Xuan’s body transformed into light rain, inch by inch, until only an illusory figure stood before Xu Changqing.

Wearing a purple gauze dress, her smooth forehead adorned with beautiful adornments, her red lips and white teeth enchanting and captivating.

Xu Changqing’s expression complex, various thoughts sweeping through his mind, and at last, he timidly said:

"Miss Zi Xuan."

Zi Xuan replied with a smile, "Daoist Changqing."

They were just as they were at first meeting, the former shy, the latter teasing.

But unlike before, Xu Changqing, summoning his courage, blushing, reached out:

"Shall we walk together?"

Zi Xuan bit her lip, glanced at the Heaven-Reaching Demon Palace, probably recalling Demon Venerable Chong Lou, she suddenly felt apologetic, bowed towards that direction, not knowing if it was for the departed Demon Venerable or her impending departure, said:

"In this life I’m indebted, should there be a next, I would repay it with my life."

No longer conflicted, she reached out and took Xu Changqing’s hand.

The strong wind blew by.

Though they wavered like candles in the wind, they showed no fear.

Before vanishing.

Xu Changqing suddenly recalled something and pointed towards Lin Heng.

Lin Heng paused, sensing carefully, and his expression turned complicated.

Xu Changqing smiled faintly, "Daoism, I entrust it to you."

Struggling with his weak body, Lin Heng managed to rise, and with difficulty, he paid his respects to Xu Changqing.

Then, he watched Xu Changqing and Zi Xuan leave hand in hand.

They took a step and disappeared into smoke.

Internally, Lin Heng was filled with myriad emotions, murmuring, "Farewell to the Sect Leader of Shushan, Master Changqing!"

...

"The witch is dead?"

"The Demon Dao is also dead?!"

The demon army was in complete chaos.

This change was like a bolt from the blue, dealing them a devastating blow.

No one had expected.

On the day of the great rite.

It would be the day of Demon Venerable, the witch, and the Demon Dao, all three giants’ fall!

Not only them, but the other demon forces were also momentarily stunned.

"How did it come to this..."

Princess Iron Fan, her face icy cold, surveyed the four women on the altar.

The young girl Ling’Er was still bewildered on the Buzhou Mountain Peak.

Bai Suzhen and Cyan Snake had already rushed to Lin Heng’s side.

The Queen of Ten Thousand Beasts was holding the life-threatened Long-armed Ape, fleeing towards the distance, attempting to escape.

"In that case, does it mean Nuwa cannot return?"

"But why don’t those merits and fortune dissipate?"

Princess Iron Fan’s face was full of confusion.

Witch Zi Xuan had already died.

The five women could not return to their original place.

The things Nuwa left should dissipate, waiting for the next means of return.

However, they still filled the sky, ready to erupt.

As if, this matter had not yet ended?

"Could there be another candidate to replace them?" Princess Iron Fan’s eyes narrowed, thoughtful.

And at this moment, from another battlefield, came the lament of Golden Cicada.