Lotus Daoist Platform

Before the overwhelming, chaotic sword pressure even reached her body, the already dried-up spiritual energy within her let out a desperate wail and completely stagnated.

Crack, crack, crack...

Extremely fine frost spread madly along her cold, jade-white skin.

Her battered and delicate body froze powerlessly in mid-air.

Even on her long, butterfly-like eyelashes, dazzling blood-red ice crystals condensed.

There was no escape.

Su Lingyan raised her breathtaking yet deathly pale face, watching the silver tsunami that was enough to shred her into a mist of blood.

In those light-glazed eyes, there was no fear.

Instead, a trace of extreme desolation, even a sense of relief hinting at liberation, welled up.

She wouldn't have to return to the Heavenly River Sword Sect anymore.

She wouldn't have to be that living sword scabbard, constantly waiting to have her heart cut open and her blood drained.

Being shredded to pieces like this, perhaps, this filthy life could finally end clean.

She closed her eyes extremely slowly and despairingly.

Waiting for the final judgment of ten thousand swords piercing her heart.

However.

In the incredibly fragile moment right before the silver tsunami swallowed her.

From the tranquil five-colored lotus platform above, an extremely cold scoff, devoid of any fluctuation, rang out.

Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes looked at the sweeping sword qi tsunami.

In the depths of his eyes, there was not a shred of reverence for the might of heaven and earth.

It was blocking the main path.

Then, burn it clean.

Gu Yang casually raised his large, distinctively jointed hand and clenched his five fingers fiercely in the void.

Boom—!!!

An incomparably domineering and terrifying high temperature, which absolutely did not belong to this plane, explosively erupted in the chaotic void with Gu Yang as the center!

The Great Sun Heaven Burning Sutra.

True Fire of the Great Sun!

There was no blinding radiance, only a streak of dark golden flowing flame that was profound to the extreme. Like a dormant ancient ferocious beast, it tore through the light barrier of the five-colored lotus platform without any warning.

Sizzle—!

The silver sword qi tsunami, tens of meters wide and capable of instantly crushing a Core Formation cultivator, actually let out a shrill scream like a living creature the moment it touched the dark golden flowing flame!

The liquefied counter-current sword qi couldn't even hold on for half a breath.

It was directly, tyrannically vaporized and evaporated by that extreme heat carrying true soul damage!

The sky full of silvery-white mist had just risen before it was burned into absolute nothingness.

The scythe of the grim reaper hanging over Su Lingyan's head was forcefully and brutally melted in half by this pillar of dark golden fire!

The scalding air, mixed with a domineering sulfur-like aura, instantly dispelled the fatal extreme cold surrounding Su Lingyan.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Her light-glazed eyes reflected the dark golden sparks drifting down from the sky.

And, at the end of the firelight, that tall and straight back figure in grey clothes, descending like a god stepping on the karmic fire of Asura.

He did not turn around.

He just casually retracted his hand, as if what he had just casually crushed to death was nothing more than a flying insect blocking the way.

Su Lingyan's breathing fell into utter disarray.

Her heart, which had long been as cold as stagnant water, began to beat violently in her chest.

The wound at the base of her thigh was still bleeding, but she seemed to feel no pain anymore.

She stared fixedly at that back figure, her eye sockets uncontrollably flushing with a scalding scarlet.

He saved me again.

In this desperate situation where everyone wished they could trample her into the mud, and even those aloof prodigies of the righteous path treated her like worthless grass.

This man, as cold as a demon god, had actually clashed head-on with this heaven-defying sword qi tsunami for her!

M-many thanks, fellow Daoist...

Su Lingyan's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying a trace of choking and trembling that even she hadn't noticed.

She gripped the hilt of her sword with extreme difficulty, trying to straighten her back.

She wanted to regain a shred of her dignity as the Heavenly River Saintess in front of this man.

But the only response she got was the deafening roar of the inverted waterfall.

And, an extremely sticky, utterly brazen, and charming light chuckle.

Giggle...

In the lotus platform, Lan Caidie, like a beautiful snake completely stripped of its bones, was tightly wrapped around Gu Yang's body.

The residual warmth of the True Fire of the Great Sun, following Gu Yang's rough linen clothes, continuously ironed against her breathtakingly plump and delicate body.

The extreme pleasure generated by the collision of that extreme Yang power with the cold Gu poison in her body made her whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Her torn purple short skirt had long rolled up to the base of her thighs, exposing large patches of cold, white, smooth skin to the air, which now flushed with an alluring pink due to her rising body temperature.

She obsessively pressed her cheek into the crook of Gu Yang's lightly calloused neck, greedily inhaling the domineering and fiery masculine scent on his body.

Then, she slightly tilted her head.

Those demonic eyes, like a venomous snake, accompanied by her dark lip rouge, looked down condescendingly at the self-indulgent Su Lingyan below.

I say, Great Saintess Su, is your brain filled with nothing but the foot-washing water of your Heavenly River Sword Sect?

Lan Caidie's voice was cloyingly sweet, yet it revealed an undisguised, vicious mockery.

She deliberately and brazenly rubbed against Gu Yang's hard chest, her red lips parting slightly:

Master merely found that pile of scrap metal blocking our way up, so he casually swept away the trash.

Did you really think Master did it to save a ruined flower and withered willow like you?

Lan Caidie's gaze swept insolently over Su Lingyan's tattered immortal flowing dress, which revealed glimpses of her skin, and a sick malice curled the corners of her mouth.

Look at your cheap, tail-wagging, begging appearance right now. Even a Southern Border demon cultivator like me finds it disgusting.

Don't think your little fox-like figure can catch Master's eye. In front of Master, you aren't even worthy of being a bed-warming human cauldron.

Every word was a fatal strike to the heart.

Like poisoned daggers, they pierced with extreme precision into Su Lingyan's remaining, pathetic self-esteem.

Su Lingyan's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

On that stunningly beautiful, cold white face, humiliation, embarrassment, and despair intertwined, and she bit her lips until they dripped with blood.

But what suffocated her the most.

Was Gu Yang.

That man in grey clothes, from beginning to end, hadn't spared her even half an extra glance.

No explanation, no stopping Lan Caidie's humiliation.

Even his divine sense hadn't lingered in this direction for even a moment.

Complete disregard.

Absolute coldness.

Just as Lan Caidie had said, he unleashed that world-destroying strike truly only because the tsunami was blocking his path.

And she, Su Lingyan, was merely a bug that happened to be standing next to the pile of trash.

Gu Yang's deep black eyes stared straight at the massive void rift above.

The chaotic astral winds blew against the coarse hem of his clothes.

His footsteps did not pause in the slightest.

Stepping on the inverted void rubble, carrying the warm jade in his arms that exuded a sweet, cloying fragrance, he continued to climb upwards with extreme steadiness and coldness.

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