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Gu Yan stood up and found that everything around him was recovering at an incredible speed. The vanished mountains, palaces, and other things reappeared in his sight, but the guy who looked like Dugu Xunzu was gone.

Where is he?

Gu Yan was on high alert, her nerves stretched to the limit.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared before her without warning. Gu Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and before she could even use the Tai Chi diagram, her neck was grabbed.

Damn it...

Gu Yan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the magical power within her body seemed to freeze completely, like a river frozen in time.

With a single arm, the man in black effortlessly lifted Gu Yan into the air, as if he were holding a delicate doll rather than a living, breathing Golden Immortal.

Gu Yan felt the hand gripping him was so strong it felt like it was about to snap her neck; in reality, his bones were already cracked. Because of the stagnation of his magical power, he was also unable to use illusions to maintain his appearance, revealing his true form.

It turns out that even a madman only knows what beauty is.

The black-clad man's crimson eyes reflected the flawless, exquisite face before him, and he involuntarily released his grip.

Gu Yan crashed to the ground, and a cyan glow enveloped his body, instantly restoring him to full health. He had already cultivated the "Azure Emperor's Longevity Technique" to the sixth level, which allowed him to instantly repair even if his body was torn to pieces.

However, the man in front of him still terrified him; if the man wanted to, he really could kill him.

If the rate of destruction outpaces the rate of regeneration, then it cannot recover.

Gu Yan jumped up, instantly putting distance between herself and the seemingly crazed man in black. The man merely glanced at her before disappearing.

Gu Yan: "...??"

He stood there blankly, not quite understanding why the other person had let him go. He touched his face; had his face saved his life? If that's the case, being good-looking really does have some advantages.

But how can he leave this place?

He gazed at the ruined palaces, at the distant, dark mountains, and at the blood-red clouds overhead, where flashes of black lightning occasionally streaked across the sky. The world was deathly silent, save for the sound of the wind.

How can he get out now?

Gu Yan was very troubled.

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Several days later.

On a colossal, axe-shaped peak, a young man in white stood atop, gazing upon this desolate world. Gu Yan calculated that he had been here for six days already, and he still hadn't found a way out. What kind of place was this? Even the Tai Chi diagram couldn't open a path out?

Is it because his magic power is insufficient?

This is so annoying!

Suddenly, a roar came from afar, the sound shaking the entire space. Fine cracks appeared in the sky and the earth, then these cracks continued to expand, turning into enormous, exaggerated fissures. Then, a beam of red light shot into the sky from afar. At first, the red light was only a thin line, but it quickly became incredibly thick.

The expansion from a few feet to millions of feet, millions of miles, and tens of millions of miles happened in the blink of an eye.

Mountains and rivers, all things reduced to ashes, and Gu Yan took out the Tai Chi diagram. He sat cross-legged on it. The Tai Chi diagram released five-colored light, blocking the incoming red light that surged like a tide. Gu Yan rested his chin on one hand, his long black hair blowing in the wind, his white robes fluttering.

She's gone crazy again!

Gu Yan thought to herself.

That guy, who's supposedly Dugu Xun's ancestor, is going mad again. He's been doing this frequently these past few days, recklessly unleashing his power to destroy everything, only to have everything he destroys quickly regenerate. Although this madman seems completely deranged, he hasn't done anything to Gu Yan this time. He acts as if Gu Yan is invisible, just going on his own rampage.

Is this guy Dugu Xunzuzong?

They look exactly the same.

He must be the God Emperor!

How did he get here? Is he trapped here?

This guy's acting really strange. Has he completely gone mad? Who drove him insane?

Gu Yan had many questions in her mind.

Everything around him that had been destroyed began to repair itself, as if regressing in time. Gu Yan sighed. How could he get out? Ask for help? Ask his master for help? But he had no idea how to contact Qing Xuanzi!

He didn't even give him a way to contact him.

What kind of teacher is this? He didn't even leave behind any jade slips or anything for communication before kicking people out.

What an irresponsible master.

After complaining about Qing Xuanzi for a while, his gaze fell on the black-clad man in the distance.

The creature lay on the ground, its body shrouded in red and black aura, emanating a violent, frenzied, and icy power. The ground beneath it seemed to be corroded by its power, slowly turning into a black, viscous substance. It lay there, its blood-red eyes staring at the blood-red sky, seemingly lost in thought.

A madman may not think; perhaps he is just daydreaming.

Gu Yan thought to herself.

But do madmen sometimes space out?

Gu Yan has never gone mad, so he couldn't answer that question.

If this madman could be restored to his original state, could he get out of here? He's been away from home for over 3,500 years, and now Gu Yan is eager to return. He's anxious to go home, but he's trapped here. What if he's trapped here for thousands of years?

Thinking of this, Gu Yan took out her bamboo flute.

He pressed the keys on the bamboo flute and began to play.

The young man in white was handsome and unparalleled.

He sat on a Tai Chi diagram radiating multicolored light, his long hair flying and his robes fluttering. His fingers pressed on a jade flute, and the sound of the flute flowed like a babbling brook. The sound was exquisite, like heavenly music, drifting through this strange space.

In the deathly silence of the world, the beautiful sound of the flute was added.

Pink petals danced gently in the sky, and tiny green shoots appeared on the ground. These shoots grew rapidly, quickly becoming strong and blossoming into flower buds. The vibrant flowers bloomed in profusion, transforming the area into a vast sea of ​​blossoms.

This desolate world seemed to be cleansed by the sound of the flute, infused with life and vitality.

The white-haired, red-eyed man was no longer staring at the void; the dark red aura emanating from him was dissipating. He suddenly sat up and found that the flowers had bloomed right in front of him.

One after another, pure white flowers bloomed before his eyes, their fragrance filling the air.

His bloodshot eyes stared at the pure white flowers, and the bloodshot color in his eyes was slowly fading, turning purple.

Gu Yan played the "Purifying Heart Mantra," a piece of music that can suppress evil spirits and soothe the mind.

The white-haired, red-eyed man seemed to have regained some of his senses. He sat amidst a sea of ​​blooming flowers and gazed at the sky.

A peerless young man in white, playing a jade flute, was enveloped in a blue glow, his long black hair flowing in the wind, his white robes purer than snow, exuding an air of sanctity. Noticing the man's gaze, he stopped playing.