Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

In the endless darkness, the spatial storm transformed into countless invisible blades, continuously slicing through Su Chang'an's illusory shell, pieced together from obsession.

The stellar power that had maintained its form had completely dissipated, and the semi-transparent shell was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Each strike of the spatial laws carries the immense pressure of utterly crushing the soul.

Just as this illusory shell was about to completely collapse, several blood-gold chains of text forcibly squeezed into this turbulent area that even the Great Sage dared not set foot in.

The surface of the chains was ablaze with crimson phoenix fire.

The intense heat incinerated the surrounding raging spatial blades into nothingness, creating an absolute vacuum zone amidst the chaos.

A powerful, golden aura of righteousness flowed within the chains, a force that ruthlessly crushed all obstacles and stabilized the collapsing spatial structure around them.

The chains of words intertwined in the void, binding Su Chang'an's crumbling illusory shell with perfect precision.

A real warmth emanated from the connection point of the chains.

This temperature lacked the explosive power of the Phoenix True Fire; instead, it possessed a deep and persistent vitality that surged directly into Su Chang'an's already nearly depleted core of soul.

On the verge of death, Su Chang'an felt a deep, muffled throbbing in the depths of his soul.

That was the unique pulse resonance of a mind with seven orifices and exquisite beauty, crossing thousands of miles, carrying Gu Xiang's unique scholarly air and obsession, and crashing hard into the depths of her consciousness.

The consciousness that had given up resistance and was preparing to face annihilation suddenly contracted and returned to its original state in this pulsation.

Su Chang'an's illusory shell no longer had complete hands to grasp, so she directly opened her soul core, accepting all the life force poured in by the chain, biting down on this power with all her might, refusing to loosen her grip even a little.

The text chains did not employ any spatial teleportation magic.

In this chaotic and disorderly area, it did only one thing: forcibly anchored a coordinate and then tore open an exit with the most primitive violence.

A golden aura of righteousness burst forth from the front of the chains.

Above the far northern snowfield, thick, leaden-gray clouds were forcibly distorted by a force emanating from within, accompanied by a deafening tearing sound, and a crimson-gold spatial rift burst open in mid-air.

The violent air currents rushed back into this world through the cracks, stirring up a flurry of snowflakes.

Su Chang'an's body was dragged by the chains and thrown directly out of the crack.

Gravity instantly seized the body, and without the support of the spatial turbulence, she dragged the tattered illusory shell straight down onto the hard snowfield below.

The biting cold wind lashed against the phantom shell.

With a dull thud, Su Chang'an crashed heavily to the ground. The immense impact pushed aside the thick snow, and her body smashed through the ice, embedding itself three feet deep in the frozen soil below.

This impact became the final force that broke the phantom shell.

The outer red robe, formed from obsession, instantly shattered into powder. The bone and flesh structure, forcibly maintained by the medicine, crumbled inch by inch, eventually turning into specks of silver light and dissipating in the biting cold wind.

At the bottom of the deep pit, the illusory shell with a physical form completely disappeared.

What remained in place was a semi-transparent outline of a spirit.

The silhouette was curled up in a crater in the frozen soil, its edges emitting a faint, almost imperceptible starlight. Even the lines of its facial features could not be clearly defined, leaving only a blurry humanoid shadow.

The northern winds whipped up snowflakes as large as mats, relentlessly pouring them into the newly formed crater.

Su Chang'an's divine soul outline flickered and shimmered in the wind and snow.

She tried to use her divine sense to perceive this new state of her body and found that all the pain had disappeared, leaving only an extreme numbness caused by the excessive tearing of her soul.

Deep within his consciousness, a dark blue system screen suddenly popped up, breaking the numbness.

[Warning: The illusory shell of obsession has been completely destroyed. The soul is currently exposed without a container, and the rate of energy loss is accelerating. Remaining duration: Less than seven days.]

Su Chang'an looked at the scarlet countdown characters on the screen.

"This crappy system deliberately chooses this time to announce bad news," she coldly replied in her mind.

She ignored the ever-decreasing timeline, instead spreading out her remaining mental energy to cross the edge of the pit and examine the surrounding terrain.

The howling blizzard, the hard frozen ground, and the extremely exclusive, frigid law in the air.

She was all too familiar with this aura; it belonged to the most desolate northern region in the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Su Chang'an sensed the direction of the thin spiritual energy in the air and quickly established a rough coordinate system in his sea of ​​consciousness.

She compared the geomantic patterns with her memory and quickly came to a conclusion.

This is indeed the Northern Region, but it is still a full thousand miles away from her quasi-emperor body, which is sealed deep underground.

A thousand miles away.

For her, who was once at the peak of the Great Sage Realm, it was just a matter of shrinking the distance to an inch a few times.

But for this tangible, non-physical outline of a soul that could be blown away by a gust of wind at any moment, it is an almost insurmountable chasm.

On the other side of the snow-covered plains, thousands of miles away.

Gu Xiang's index and middle fingers, held together, hovered in mid-air.

As the last drop of blood from his heart was exhausted from his fingertips, the life force that had sustained him in writing the blood-stained words across the sky was completely extinguished.

The remaining golden aura of righteousness in mid-air transformed into specks of light and dissipated into the wind and snow.

Gu Xiang's knees buckled, and he lost all support, falling straight backward and crashing heavily into the thick snow, splashing up a ring of white snow.

His once jet-black hair had turned a dull, lifeless white, lying haphazardly on the snow.

The faded blue shirt was covered with a thick layer of frost, and the exposed skin was so dry and shriveled that it clung tightly to the bones, devoid of all moisture and color.

Only the mournful sound of the storm sweeping through the withered trees remained between heaven and earth.

Gu Xiang kept her eyes closed, her chest remaining completely still.

Just as this body was about to fall into complete stillness, deep within his chest, his exquisite heart beat very slowly.

A faint feedback, carrying the familiar scent of gardenias, traveled back along the forcibly anchored causal line.

It wasn't broken.

She landed.

She is still alive.

Gu Xiang's chapped lips, which were so dry they were oozing blood, were slowly pulled apart, forming an awkward arc.

He lay on the cold snow, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty, and a hoarse laugh squeezed out from his sunken chest.

The laughter was initially so faint that it was almost swallowed by the wind and snow, but it gradually grew louder, mixed with the howling of the wind and snow, revealing a kind of obsession and madness that dared to forcibly calculate even the laws of heaven.

He rolled over and buried his face in the snow.

Gu Xiang stretched out his hands, which were shaped like withered wood, with his ten fingers bent into claws, gripping the frozen soil under the snow. His knuckles were white, and the veins on the back of his hands were taut.

The fingernails rubbed and curled against the hard ground, and blood seeped from the fingertips into the black soil.

With this stubborn strength, he braced himself against the ground and pulled the lifeless body back up from the snow, inch by inch.

Gu Xiang straightened up.

He did not turn back to look at the scattered remains of the book boxes, writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones in the wind and snow.

He hunched slightly, facing the north wind that could scrape flesh from bone, raised his numb left leg, and took another step forward.

Above the far west.

Bai Yin's body was completely enveloped by dense Geng metal evil energy. He transformed into a blood-red meteorite moving in reverse, tearing through the thick clouds with a tyrannical manner, drawing a long vacuum trajectory in the sky.

His speed has exceeded the limits that his body can withstand.

The air around him rubbed violently together, bursting into dazzling flames that turned the white malevolent aura crimson.

His right hand was tightly pressed against his chest.

There, the fox mark that Su Xiaojiu drew back then continues to burn.

This penetrating temperature was the only anchor that prevented him from completely losing his mind in this endless killing.

The temperature under my palm changed.

The scalding heat plummeted to an extremely low level in an instant, the warmth becoming thin and unstable, flickering and threatening to go out at any moment.

This is a direct sign of extreme weakness of vitality and damage to the spirit.

Bai Yinqian's figure abruptly stopped in mid-air.

The dark background in his eyes was instantly torn apart, his black pupils shrank into two tiny black dots, and the blood vessels in the whites of his eyes bulged at the same moment.

At this moment, the malevolent energy within his body went completely berserk.

Large patches of blood-red demonic runes emerged from beneath his skin, rapidly climbing up his neck and covering half of his face.

A low, inhuman growl escaped from Bai Yin's throat.

A hundred miles ahead, a continuous glacier barrier appeared.

This is a spatial fault formed by the creation of heaven and earth, filled with extremely chaotic spatial turbulence. Even cultivators at the Cave Profound Realm would choose to detour around it.

Bai Yin did not slow down, nor did he increase his altitude to avoid it.

He raised his right arm, compressing all the raging Geng metal evil energy in his body into his five fingers, and his palm transformed into a huge white tiger claw, which he fiercely grabbed down at the invisible barrier.

The space emitted a piercing, cracking sound, like glass shattering.

He forcibly tore open a huge crack, and the chaotic spatial laws at the edge of the crack transformed into invisible blades that instantly sliced ​​through the flesh of his right arm.

Blood gushed out, and the white arm bone was directly exposed to the cold air.

Bai Yin didn't even blink, nor did he spare a single bit of spiritual energy to protect his wound.

He plunged into the forcibly torn rift, letting the spatial fragments cut crisscrossing wounds into his body, and disappeared into the void, using this most reckless method to forcibly shorten the distance to the Northern Region once again.