I’m Not Here to Save You

The terrifying husk, a hundred feet long, was like a marionette whose strings had suddenly been cut.

With a loud crash.

It smashed heavily against the floor of the ice cave.

Its exterior remained perfectly intact; not a single graying scale fell off. Yet its inner soul had long been burned into absolute nothingness.

Clean, efficient, and ruthless to the extreme.

Gu Yang stepped on the massive, cooling corpse and walked step by step to the center of the altar.

His large hands, calloused at the fingertips, steadily collected the companion demon spirit, which emitted an icy blue halo, into his storage bag.

Lan Caidie was like a docile water snake, clinging tightly to his back.

Her soul-stealing eyes were filled with the extreme fanaticism and trembling of one gazing upon a god.

Even an ancient great demon at the Golden Core stage was reduced to ashes at the snap of his fingers.

She didn't even dare to breathe heavily, afraid that her insignificant panting would disturb her master's peace.

"Let's go."

Gu Yang reached back and wrapped his arm around her slender, soft waist.

The coarse fabric pressed tightly against her cold, smooth skin as the two of them turned into a streak of dark golden water, speeding upward toward the purgatory-like ice surface.

...

On the ice surface.

Su Lingyan had completely fallen into despair.

Her plain snow flowing immortal dress had been completely dyed scarlet, and her cold, jade-like skin was covered in shocking bloody mud.

Her stunningly beautiful, aloof face was so pale that it lacked any trace of blood.

"Roar!"

The largest of the mutated iron-scaled sword crocodiles opened its bloody maw, wide enough to swallow a small hill.

The strong, pungent stench of blood even blew the blood-stained hair beside Su Lingyan's cheek.

She couldn't dodge, couldn't block it.

Su Lingyan closed her eyes in extreme despair.

Her long eyelashes trembled violently as she waited for the intense pain of her flesh and bones being completely crushed by the fangs.

"Boom—!!!"

In this extremely weak moment where life and death hung by a thread.

The hard ice surface in front of Su Lingyan exploded upward without any warning!

Sky-filling ice and snow, along with deep blue pool water, poured down like a torrential rain.

The giant mutated sword crocodile that was about to bite Su Lingyan to pieces happened to be at the very center of this explosion.

It didn't even have time to let out a roar.

Gu Yang broke out of the water, his gray hemp garment not stained by a single drop of water amidst the sky-filling ice and snow.

He looked expressionlessly at the behemoth blocking his way.

His pace didn't pause for a moment.

With one hand, he waved forward extremely casually.

A pitch-black Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame, like a black lightning bolt of annihilation, instantly struck the sword crocodile's massive body.

There was no burning smell.

That extremely overbearing flame, the moment it touched flesh and blood, not only obliterated its soul but also instantly evaporated its flesh-and-blood body, which was comparable to refined steel, into nothingness!

Not a single drop of blood was left.

The massive beast, the moment Su Lingyan opened her eyes, was completely and barbarically erased from this world, as if by an invisible eraser.

Only black ashes falling from the sky remained.

Su Lingyan was completely stunned.

She sat slumped in the cold, bloody mud, looking up with that stunningly cold, white face covered in foul blood.

In her vision, Gu Yang, with one arm around a half-undressed, bewitching Miao territory female cultivator, walked extremely calmly from the ashes.

The distance between the two was drawn infinitely closer.

Su Lingyan's breathing stopped uncontrollably.

Looking at this man who descended like a demon god, an extremely absurd palpitation suddenly surged in her heart.

Is he here to save me?

Just like those young sword cultivators in the Eastern Region who were willing to go through fire and water just for a smile from her?

Gu Yang's footsteps made extremely faint rustling sounds on the frozen soil covered in ice shards.

He walked to Su Lingyan's side.

Those abyss-like black eyes finally lowered extremely casually and fell upon her.

Su Lingyan subconsciously bit her pale lower lip tightly, her fragile neck slightly tense.

However.

There was no amazement, no covetousness, no desire to conquer upon seeing a lofty holy maiden fall to the mortal realm.

There wasn't even a trace of superfluous mockery.

Gu Yang's eyes were like looking at a worthless rotten stone by the roadside, a weed that could be crushed at any moment.

He was looking at her, but she simply wasn't in his eyes.

That absolute indifference that stripped away all emotion, treating her pure yin body that she was proud of, her nine-tailed fox bone coveted by countless people, treating her completely as "nothingness."

It was like a heavy hammer coated with poison, smashing fiercely onto Su Lingyan's battered heart.

It was a psychological dimension reduction strike a hundred times crueler than killing her directly.

"I'm not even bothered to kill you."

This unspoken subtext was nailed into the depths of Su Lingyan's soul extremely clearly through those dead black eyes.

Gu Yang didn't pause for her for even half a second.

He withdrew his gaze, the hem of his gray clothes drawing a hard arc in the biting cold wind, taking Lan Caidie with him, turning into a rippleless afterimage, and instantly disappearing into the depths of the mist-shrouded secret realm.

The icy cold wind violently poured into Su Lingyan's shattered magic robe.

She trembled violently all over.

Staring blankly at the pool of black ashes left by the giant beast on the ground, she then turned her head extremely stiffly, staring fixedly in the direction Gu Yang disappeared.

So, in the face of true absolute power.

This body of hers, kept as a supreme treasure by the Heavenly River Sword Sect, this face of hers that could captivate all living beings, didn't even have the qualification to make the other party take a second look.

An unprecedented, sick desire grew wildly like weeds in the depths of Su Lingyan's extremely humiliated and despairing heart.

Power.

The kind of power that could turn a blind eye to all things and absolutely control everything.

...

Half an hour later.

The ice surface of the Sunken Water Cold Pool was piled high with monster remains.

Mo Bufan was covered in blood, his washed-out green robe having long turned into dark red strips of cloth.

His left arm was twisted unnaturally, and he panted heavily.

Black blood dripped tick-tock from the bloodthirsty bone sword.

He finally escaped, and the price he paid was that the essence blood in his body was nearly depleted.

"My... my demon spirit..."

Extreme fanaticism flashed in Mo Bufan's bloodshot eyeballs. He didn't hesitate to plunge headfirst into the bone-chilling pool water, diving toward the hidden ice cave.

However.

When he finally braved the extreme cold and rushed into that natural altar.

What greeted him was only the massive, empty husk of the Profound Ice Hornless Dragon with no soul fluctuations.

And, the empty center of the altar.

Not even a trace of residual icy blue treasure light was left.

Mo Bufan was like being struck fiercely on the back of the head with a sap, his entire brain falling into extreme blankness.

"Ahhhhh—!!!"

An extremely mournful roar, like a castrated wild dog, exploded loudly in the depths of the empty ice cave.

He swung his bone sword frantically, smashing the surrounding profound ice to pieces.

The roars of despair and incompetent fury were swept up by the biting cold wind, echoing for a long time in this dead abyss.