What do you mean the game swordsman I controlled has come back to life?

The two flames in Jin Yuan Dao Ren's sunken eye sockets trembled.

"How did you break free? It's impossible with your Foundation Establishment stage cultivation."

"Who knows? There are so many things in the world that we don't know. I don't even know how big the universe is, so naturally I don't know how to answer your question."

"It doesn't matter. Since that's the case, I'll beat you until you can't fight back."

Jin Yuan Daoist paused for a moment before speaking.

Yue Qingwu and Jin Yuan Daoist clashed again.

Compared to the first phase of the BOSS fight, the attacks of Jin Yuan Dao Ren, who has grown tentacles, are even faster and more explosive.

The entire hall was shattered during the battle between the two.

Everyone in the Shangqing Sword Sect felt the sect tremble.

"What happened? Demonic cultivators are attacking the mountain gate?"

All the disciples were horrified, while the Foundation Establishment cultivators flew into the air to investigate the source of the commotion.

Just then, countless pieces of building debris crashed down from the clouds.

Many disciples quickly dodged.

Su Qinghan gripped his sword and looked intently into the clouds.

Two figures were fiercely fighting in the clouds, their sword energy scattering the clouds into pieces.

The two fought after emerging from the clouds.

"Qingwu? How is it her? And the one fighting her is Daoist Jinyuan?!"

Su Qinghan's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief. Wasn't her disciple just joking last time?

Did she really go and challenge Jin Yuan Dao Ren?

"Senior Sister Qingwu? Isn't that person opposite us, the Golden Core stage expert, Daoist Jinyuan?"

"Demonic cultivator! Those tentacles behind it are Blood Fiend Sect magic!"

The disciples of the Shangqing Sword Sect also looked up in shock at the scene in the sky.

The sharp sword energy caused the sect's formation to ripple violently, the mountain peak was cut in half, and the buildings were split in two.

The aftershocks of their battle affected the entire Shangqing Sword Sect.

"Isn't Senior Sister Qingwu at the Foundation Establishment stage? How come she's fighting a Golden Core cultivator to a standstill?"

"This is just too outrageous to say that a higher realm can reverse the Golden Core."

"So this is Senior Sister Qingwu's true strength?"

Many disciples of the Shangqing Sword Sect were shocked by Yue Qingwu's strength.

Some people wanted to help, including Su Qinghan, but they were all swept away by the aftershocks of the battle.

This level of combat is beyond the capabilities of Foundation Establishment cultivators like them.

"Daoist Jin Yuan, today it's either you or me who dies!" Yue Qingwu was covered in blood.

"Ignorant brat, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth! You're just a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator!" Jin Yuan Daoist's voice was also filled with anger.

The offensives of both sides escalated to a new level, with each strike drawing blood and the sword flashing and exploding continuously.

The two fought from the sky to the mountain peaks on the ground, shattering palaces and buildings in their path.

A flash of white light appeared on the storage ring in Yue Qingwu's hand.

She stored the items in the exchange pavilion into her storage ring.

Yue Qingwu raised her hand to block a sword, and Jin Yuan Daoist's body leaned back uncontrollably.

Yue Qingwu flew backwards towards the Shangqing Sword Sect's herb garden.

His body crashed into the herb garden, destroying and eliminating a large number of herbs.

"You old scoundrel, you're quite strong. You actually fought me to a standstill. I acknowledge you. Let's fight another three hundred rounds."

Yue Qingwu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, revealing a fiercely determined smile.

"Again!"

Countless disciples of the Shangqing Sword Sect watched this earth-shattering internal war with trepidation.

Fifteen minutes later.

Yue Qingwu slashed the longsword across Jin Yuan Dao Ren's throat, and his withered body fell from the sky and crashed onto a mountain peak.

"Golden Core cultivators are nothing special."

Yue Qingwu landed, took out a healing pill, and swallowed it, restoring her aura to its peak.

At that moment, many Foundation Establishment disciples arrived, including Su Qinghan.

"Qingwu?"

She could hardly believe it; could this incredibly powerful guy really be her disciple?

Seeing Jin Yuan Dao Ren struggling to get up with only a sliver of blood left, Yue Qingwu was about to go up and finish him off.

That's enough.

Just as Yue Qingwu's longsword was about to strike, it was caught by two fingers.

"Master?" Su Qinghan's eyes widened.

He never expected that the person who came was his master, Guanshan Daoist, who had a life-and-death feud with Jinyuan Daoist.

Ok?

Lu Li didn't expect it to be Guan Shan, the NPC. Wasn't Guan Shan's wife killed by Jin Yuan Dao Ren?

Guan Shan flicked his finger, and Yue Qingwu's body flew backward.

Golden talismans surrounded it, forming a golden semi-circular barrier.

"Father, why are you doing this?"

When Hua Jieyu arrived, this was the scene she witnessed.

She stood there, stunned, her voice trembling with doubt.

Guan Shan looked at her, his gray eyes filled with an overwhelming pity and a deeper pain.

"Understanding language, please forgive your father."

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been worn down by sand and gravel.

Then, he slowly turned to Yue Qingwu.

"I remember you once said that my sword was not fast enough, nor ruthless enough."

He paused, and the air seemed to freeze at those words. "Actually, it's fast enough, and ruthless enough."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the void before him, landing on the distant past.

On that rainy night, I held Hanami's body and looked up at the sky, my tears mingling with the rain.

Guan Shan let out a silent wail, a sorrow so intense it felt like he was vomiting his own soul, which completely overwhelmed his mind.

That rainy night, the once spirited prodigy of the Shangqing Sword Sect suddenly had his hair turned gray.

He led the bewildered child back to the sect.

"Even if I were to tear that beast Jin Yuan to pieces, extract his soul and refine his spirit, turning his body into a walking corpse puppet, condemning him to eternal damnation, so what?"

He abruptly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with an almost desperate grief.

"My Hanami will never come back."

She left, taking all the color from my soul with her.

This once-powerful cultivator now only has a face etched with the ashes of time and sorrow.

"Even with extraordinary abilities, how can one withstand the brink of life and death?"

If I could bring her back, I would gladly relinquish all my cultivation, descend to the mortal realm, and even have my soul scattered.

Therefore, I traversed the Jade Void, searching for traces of the Underworld, and finally found a way.

His gaze finally returned to Hua Jieyu's pale face.

"The soul of a Golden Core cultivator is needed as a key to open the gates of the underworld and guide the departed souls."

Then, the body of the deceased's closest relative serves as the vessel for the soul's return.

Hua Jieyu was struck dumb and staggered back a step.

The cruel truth in her father's words pierced her consciousness like an icicle.

To resurrect the mother, her body must be paid as a price.

Her beautiful eyes reflected shock, realization, pain, and absurdity.

It turns out that the tragedy of her sect, the conspiracy of her fellow practitioners, and even the "accidental" desperate situations she encountered during her own trials, were all orchestrated by the very manipulative hand behind the scenes—her most beloved father.

All this bloody paving ultimately led to her own demise.

"Yes, I originally planned to use Jin Yuan to accomplish all of this, and then kill him."

I just didn't expect your junior sister to be so ridiculously strong, repeatedly ruining my plans.

In the end, they actually defeated Jin Yuan Dao Ren, forcing me to step in.

Faced with all of this.

The Taoist priest Guanshan's eyes lingered on his daughter's face, which bore a striking resemblance to Hua Mi's, filled with pain and pity.

Endless reluctance and sorrow welled up in those gray eyes.

"Understanding, your father loves you very much, he really loves you."

But I love your mother more than you.

I can't lose her.

If I could, I would rather it be me who dies.

Without her, immortality, the Great Dao, is nothing but an endless purgatory to me.

As he spoke, tears welled up in Guan Shan's eyes, and he wept like a child, burying his face in his hands.

He was constantly tormented by the decision he had made, which was why he hesitated to make a firm decision.

He wanted to spend more time with his daughter, watch her grow up, and see her grow into adulthood just like the future daughter he had imagined in his mind.

I wish you were as bright and carefree as your mother imagined.

He tried to find a way to have the best of both worlds, but reality told him...

Fate never allows people to have it all. Resurrecting the dead and defying fate, how can there be no price to pay?

The price is the loss of one's closest relatives, their flesh and blood.