The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1116 - 608: Changtian, You Are Free (Double Release Combined)

The Dragon Piercing Halberd indeed loosened, and with a "clang," it fell heavily to the ground.

Without the halberd tip blocking it, the blood on her chest flowed even more freely. There wasn’t much blood left in her body, so the scene of blood spraying like a fountain upon removal of the weapon did not occur.

The moment the first drop of pink blood hit the ground, Ning Xiaoxian disappeared.

The marks and bloodstains on the wall remained, but she had completely vanished into thin air, so abrupt and bizarre.

If she were in perfect condition, it would be understandable, as there are about seventeen or eighteen known Divine Skills that could achieve such an effect, but on a dying woman like her, isn’t it too eerie?

Everyone in the Star-picking Tower instinctively rubbed their eyes.

Is the Heavenly Residence’s extra program for this year’s Bai Yujing sales festival a grand magic show?

The buzzing discussion echoed throughout the venue.

In the ensuing chaos, no one noticed the disappearance of Steward Wu.

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As soon as Ning Xiaoxian entered the God Demon Prison, she softly collapsed onto the ground. She opened her eyes widely, and sure enough, the first thing she saw was him.

Such a familiar figure, tall and handsome like a distant mountain, but this time he was standing. Unable to help herself, a smile spread across her lips: Changtian, I’ve finally seen you again.

However, Changtian’s expression was terrifying, like the Wuzhier Snow Mountain on the verge of eruption.

He stared directly at Ning Xiaoxian, his phoenix eyes almost bulging, making her mistakenly believe that what he most anticipated wasn’t healing her, but giving her a good scolding.

His eyes were filled with urgency and anxiety, yet he suppressed the anger in his heart, speaking softly and gently: "Be good, come here!" The injuries on this girl’s body were deadly, each one causing his heart to twitch with pain, yet she had not much blood left to bleed.

She knew her own condition best. Ning Xiaoxian barely shook her head and relaxed her right hand.

With a "ding," the Nanming Lihuo Sword fell to the ground.

Even in the most painful, desperate, and agonizing moments, her right hand always firmly grasped this Divine Sword, never loosening.

She extended her fingertip, pushing the sword forward, leaning against the Black Stone Wall, using her right hand to support herself upright, then looked at Changtian with a smile.

The expression in her eyes said it all.

Almost in an instant, Changtian understood her stubborn gaze: she wanted to watch him break free first.

His back stiffened slightly, both annoyed by her defiance and filled with unspeakable heartache. She was the master of this God Demon Prison and the only thing inside he couldn’t move freely. Since she wanted to sit so far away, he had no way to bring her over.

Time was pressing. He could only sigh, extend his hand, and the Nanming Lihuo Sword on the ground broke free from Yu Yingnan’s broken palm, falling into his hand.

The proud Divine Sword hummed twice, seemingly planning to resist again. Changtian’s eyes turned cold, and with a slight exertion of his right hand, vast, endless Divine Power filled the small underground space.

The Nanming Lihuo Sword was the first to bear the brunt.

It immediately ceased its struggle, appearing to evaluate the situation before shamefully retracting, issuing a long, aggrieved hum, and then fell silent and motionless.

Her vision gradually blurred, yet she still curiously widened her eyes. Wasn’t it supposed to be proud, wasn’t it supposed to have the dignity of a Divine Sword, wasn’t it supposed to never serve two masters? The Nanming Lihuo Sword, in her hand, was unyielding and righteously noble, so why did it lose all its dignity at Changtian’s mere grasp, willing to bow down in submission?

It seems that the so-called fate, the so-called destiny, pales in comparison to the ultimate truth between Heaven and Earth: that is, whoever has the bigger fist must be listened to.

On the Black Stone Chair sat a Glazed Bottle, containing the Gold Essence refined by the White Tiger, shining with a faint, warm golden light under the dim illumination.

Time waits for no man. Changtian picked up the bottle and crushed it, lowering his eyes, wholeheartedly chanting a spell. He chanted lightly and quickly, evidently very anxious, but the spell was admittedly long.

The vision before her was growing more and more blurred, even the contours of his face were becoming indistinct. Ning Xiaoxian leaned against the Black Stone Wall, slightly squinting her eyes, trying to see him more clearly.

Her Changtian was so handsome, how could she bear to not look at him?

Her gaze lingered affectionately on his full heavenly forehead, the sword-like brows extending into his temples, the bright golden eyes, the straight nose... ah, if only his brows were not furrowed so tightly, he’d look even better. His thin lips were perfectly shaped, appearing aloof, but only she had tasted them and knew how sensual they could be, how fiery.