Flawless Glass Heart

In reality, those drops of vital essence blood, brimming with life force, did not form a defensive barrier at all.

Instead, they seeped through the microscopic cracks of the glazed mirror surface, greedily drained by the formation and flowing endlessly underground.

Down there.

A pitch-black shadow as massive as a mountain was violently sucking up this lavish feast of blood.

A ninety-ninth tier Mirror Shadow Heart Demon.

It was just one breath away from completely transforming and giving birth to the Flawless Glazed Heart that would drive even the Nascent Soul old monsters of the outside world into an absolute frenzy.

Beneath his wide sleeves, Ye Chen's slender, pale fingers covertly formed a marrow-extracting seal.

Soon.

Once he squeezed the last bit of oil from these five pieces of trash, his Righteous Sword Bone could use this supreme spiritual object to reach absolute perfection.

As for whether these five lived or died?

To sacrifice themselves for the leader of the righteous path was their supreme glory.

Outside the formation.

It was a hair-raising Asura purgatory.

Hundreds of Mirror Shadow Heart Demons, like sharks smelling blood, completely surrounded the Righteous Aura Formation.

And at the edge of this black frenzy.

An exceptionally aloof, frost-white sword light, like a proud winter plum blossom, was struggling to hold on.

The aloof Sword Fairy, Ji Shuanghua.

This traditionally haughty female cultivator did not choose to kneel and beg like those rogue cultivators, pleading to enter Ye Chen's formation.

Her frost-white dharma robe was now completely soaked with sweat and blood.

The wet fabric clung tightly to her taut, explosive, and well-trained curves, outlining a breathtakingly proud figure.

With every agonizing swing of her sword.

Veins of extreme endurance bulged on her fragile, sweat-drenched nape.

Her chest heaved rapidly, her warm breath turning into rapid white mist against the cold sword blade.

A wound on the side of her thigh was deep enough to show bone, and the seeping blood slid down her pale skin into her boots in a tragically beautiful manner.

"Stubborn fool."

Inside the formation, Ye Chen cast a cold glance at her from the corner of his eye.

He had deliberately left a tiny gap at the edge of the formation, letting Ji Shuanghua fight to the death there.

Free high-level muscle; he might as well use it.

When her spiritual energy was exhausted and she was torn to pieces by the heart demons, that pure sword cultivator's flesh and blood would serve perfectly as the final fertilizer to nourish the underground grand formation.

Amidst this bizarre standoff where everyone harbored their own dark designs.

"Boom!!!"

A thick, nauseating, almost tangible bloody mist suddenly exploded from the distant glazed horizon without warning!

This blood mist was domineering to the extreme.

Even the glaring sunlight in the sky was instantly dyed a terrifying dark red.

"Hehehe... Kill! All of you, die!!"

A frantic, ruined figure roaring like a wild beast dragged a rusted bone sword and violently crashed into the battlefield.

Mo Bufan.

His current state was absolutely miserable.

The left half of his face was covered in bizarre Supreme Sword Marks, while the right half writhed with nauseating scarlet flesh.

The maddening, relentless slaughter between two ancient remnant souls in his sea of consciousness had pushed this physical body to the very brink of collapse.

Extreme agony and soul-tearing pain had turned him into a mad dog that only knew how to kill.

"Slash!"

The bloodthirsty bone sword swung out with extreme brutality.

Three rogue cultivators who were kneeling outside the Righteous Aura Formation, bitterly begging Ye Chen to open the gates.

They didn't even have time to scream.

They were forcefully cleaved into six pieces by this violent river of blood sword qi!

Boiling internal organs and blood smashed down like a heavy rainstorm onto the perfectly smooth glazed mirror surface.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The pungent smell of blood and the instantly erupting violent spiritual energy completely enraged the absolute laws of this desert.

The mirror surface writhed madly.

Dozens of mutated Mirror Shadow Heart Demons, exuding the aura of Peak Foundation Establishment, roared and crawled out of the blood pools like evil spirits breaking from their cocoons.

The battlefield, which had barely maintained a balance, instantly turned into a boiling crucible of flesh and blood!

"Damned mad dog!"

A rare, gloomy twist flashed across Ye Chen's flawless face inside the formation.

Mo Bufan's indiscriminate slaughter had completely disrupted his precise feeding rhythm.

Meanwhile, in the absolute shadow cast by a massive glazed sand dune hundreds of yards away at the edge of the battlefield.

Gu Yang stood silently, like a grey demon god devoid of breath.

"Thud."

He casually let go of his hand.

Su Lingyan's battered body, like a worthless torn sack, was roughly thrown onto the cold, hard glazed mirror surface.

The immense momentum made her slide several yards across the smooth ground.

Her ruined white immortal dress rolled up completely, exposing large patches of pale, jade-like skin covered in tragically beautiful bloodstains to the stifling air.

Blood seeped from the torn wounds on her inner thighs, looking like glaring red plum blossoms on her stunningly pale skin.

Su Lingyan struggled to curl up her long, straight legs.

The fragile neck still bore the glaring red marks from Gu Yang's rough strangulation.

She tilted up her breathtaking face, covered in cold sweat.

Panting heavily, her pale glazed eyes held no resentment at being tossed aside like an object.

There was only a sick tremor.

That suffocating feeling of being completely controlled by a pair of hands possessing absolute power, where even her life and death were out of her control.

It actually birthed a bizarre, hidden sense of dependency in her shattered heart.

As long as she could stay by the side of this god-like body, even being treated as a dog that could be discarded at will.

It was a hundred times more reassuring than being in the hypocritical cage of the Heavenly River Sword Sect.

Lan Caidie, like a venomous snake that had tasted sweetness, skillfully clung to Gu Yang's straight back.

With her dantian sealed, she was currently as weak as a mortal woman.

Her purple strapless dress, already soaked with sweat, clung tightly to outline her breathtakingly voluptuous curves.

She buried her seductive face deeply into Gu Yang's broad back.

Greedily breathing in the scorching aura of his body, a mix of Great Sun True Fire and violent vitality.

"Master..."

Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes didn't spare even a fraction of a glance at the two stunning bodies at his feet that were enough to drive the cultivators of the world mad.

The seventh tier Dao platform, the Linglong Illusion Breaker, revolved silently in his sea of consciousness.

His gaze coldly pierced through Ye Chen's hypocritical Righteous Aura Formation.

It locked dead onto the massive shadow deep underground that was about to fully solidify.

Three inches below the left rib.

An extremely pure core, radiating a seven-colored glazed luster, was beating very slowly.

The reverse scale of a hundred-tier heart demon.

The Flawless Glazed Heart.

Gu Yang's thin lips curled into a bone-chilling arc.