My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

The instant Gu Changyuan abruptly stopped in front of Ye Qingxue, an invisible yet supreme power, like the gentlest stream of water or the strongest shackles, instantly enveloped Ye Qingxue's entire body.

Ye Qingxue only felt the destructive power that was frantically burning her life essence and was about to erupt.

As if gently pressed down by an invisible giant hand, all the boiling blood and qi, the burning soul light, and the condensed forbidden runes...

Everything was forcibly solidified and sealed!

Not only that, a surge of creative power flowed into her body, and the lifespan and essence she had just lost by activating the secret technique began to flow backward and recover.

This act of reversing life and death and defying the rules of nature immediately triggered a dramatic change in the celestial phenomena!

"BOOM—!!!"

The sky, which was originally disturbed by the killing intent and spiritual energy of the battlefield, suddenly gathered boundless, thick dark clouds.

Within the clouds, terrifying lightning bolts of purple, black, and blood raged and intertwined, emitting deafening roars.

A vast and majestic aura of destruction locked onto Gu Changyuan.

Gu Changyuan's face at this moment could not be described as merely ugly; it was as black as the bottom of a pot, so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

As he forcibly stopped Ye Qingxue's suicidal secret technique, his suppressed, overwhelming anger boiled in his chest like a chaotic volcano about to erupt!

He didn't even glance up at the terrifying, sky-covering tribulation clouds. He simply spat out two words through clenched teeth, his voice low, yet seemingly containing a chilling intent capable of shattering all order:

"Nine Tribulations".

The two words, once spoken, are like law that comes into being!

"Clang—!!!"

Above the boundless clouds of tribulation, nine enormous cracks were suddenly torn open in the void.

Nine giant swords, each with a different shape but equally enormous like mountains, and shrouded in chaotic energy and the laws of destruction, crashed down from the crack.

The nine swords were like nine world-destroying divine punishments, not aimed at any living beings, but directly at the gathering tribulation clouds themselves.

Under the supreme sharpness of those nine swords, the terrifying tribulation clouds containing the wrath of the Heavenly Dao were completely torn apart, shredded, and annihilated.

Only the nine giant sword phantoms, suspended high above, slowly rotating and radiating a chilling, soul-freezing pressure, proved the incredible scene that had just unfolded.

The moment the illusory image of the Nine Tribulations Sword appeared, the entire space fell into a deathly silence and solidification.

An absolute suppressive force, transcending all boundaries and cognition, enveloped an area spanning thousands of miles.

Apart from Ye Qingxue, Yue Lingxi, and Luo Qingchen, who were deliberately protected by Gu Changyuan's aura, all the enemies present were suppressed as if by an invisible giant mountain.

The two strange beasts remained suspended in mid-air, still in their pouncing posture, before falling to the ground.

They instinctively tried to burrow underground to escape, only to find that even the ground beneath them was imprisoned by that force, harder than divine iron.

All they can emit is a desperate, suppressed, barely audible screech.

Within a radius of a thousand miles, all the strange beasts that sensed this terrifying aura, regardless of their strength, were terrified and let out mournful howls.

They fled frantically to farther places, creating a temporary "forbidden zone".

The two massive formations below, under the absolute suppression of this power, did not even struggle. Their formation patterns collapsed inch by inch, their spiritual light dimmed instantly, and they were completely reduced to nothingness.

Immediately following, countless malevolent energies emanated an aura of extreme cold, pain, and destruction.

It arose out of thin air and precisely drilled into the seven orifices and pores of the ten suppressed cultivators, invading their limbs, meridians, dantian, and even their souls and sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ughh ...

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, burst forth from his mouth in an instant!

But they couldn't even roll over; they could only convulse violently in place like nailed worms.

They felt that every inch of pain in their body and soul was magnified a hundred times, a thousand times!

Endless, varied, and profound pain that reaches the deepest recesses of the soul, never ceasing.

Whenever they were about to faint or lose their minds due to unbearable pressure, a faint, mocking force of life would surge in.

Pull them back from the brink of collapse, make sure they are conscious, and then... continue to endure that endless purgatory of torment.

Gu Changyuan casually blocked out the annoying screams and wailing of the strange beasts below, restoring silence to the surroundings.

The gloom and anger on his face slowly faded, replaced by a complex and indescribable expression—a mixture of heartache, lingering fear, and relief.

He slowly turned around and looked at the white-clad woman behind him who had just been ready to burn everything for him and his junior sisters, but now stood frozen in place like a statue.

Ye Qingxue stared blankly at the familiar figure that had haunted her dreams for a thousand years, yet now seemed so real that she dared not breathe, her mind a complete blank.

She slowly and with great difficulty raised her slightly trembling right hand and stretched it out towards Gu Changyuan.

His five fingers stiffly bent slightly, then trembled and opened a little bit, as if wanting to touch, but at the last inch away, he dared not extend any further.

Her movements were cautious, tinged with an almost reverent fear.

She is afraid.

She feared that everything before her was merely a hallucination she was experiencing before her death, her last wish and nightmare as she burned her soul.

She feared that if she reached out, it would be like popping a bubble, causing the illusion of her master, which she had finally "seen," to completely vanish, and she would lose even this false comfort.

So that she would be trapped in eternal darkness, unable to even "see" this last moment.

Ye Qingxue's expression at this moment lacked its usual coldness and sharpness.

She simply opened her clear, yet now confused and vulnerable, beautiful eyes wide, staring unblinkingly at Gu Changyuan.

Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out, as if she had lost her voice, silently repeating a call in her heart again and again:

"Master...?"