Huyan Jixuan was unwilling and resorted to various ans, unleashing infinite absolute skills.
"What is this?!"
"Hmph, I’ve heard you were casting in Jiangnan. I can see this cauldron is clearly just newly made, such a thing you have."
"A re broken cauldron, watch as I refine it away in one breath!"
"This cauldron is mine now!"
A small spark erged inside the Nine Cauldrons.
In an instant, it extinguished.
Then the chaotic fortunes of the Demon Sect were completely purified and surged into the Nine Cauldrons.
This particular Nine Cauldron, vast as it is, would never be confined by limits. Many fortunes can enter my cauldron, and once entered, they must be assimilated, removing the dross and keeping the essence, swallowing the waters of all rivers, converging into the vast waves.
Li Guanyi vaguely felt a trace of increased qi fortune within the Nine Cauldrons.
This was an external fortune that could directly be bestowed upon the people of Jiangnan.
At the sa ti, within the Western Regions’ Demon Sect, one of the contemporary high figures, Huyan Jixuan’s face froze, suddenly opening his mouth to spurt fresh blood, his complexion stiffened, opening his mouth to speak, only to spray blood and collapse.
The crimson gold fla moved without wind, fiercely burning.
The Holy Daughter of the Demon Sect, Long Han’er, turned pale, witnessing the imdiate death of the esteed Great Diviner Sect mber of the Holy Sect, the crimson gold fla flowing and transforming, vaguely becoming a man, donned in scarlet wide sleeves, wielding a divine long sword, surrounded by the ancient red dragon dharma form.
Behind him, indistinctly, were mountains, rivers, and people, with a giant cauldron armor.
Magnificent and vast, extending endlessly.
At that mont, Li Guanyi, through the death of the master of divination, saw the scene here, glimpsing the ornate and elegant Long Han’er, his vision shifted, seeing a massive white jade statue there.
The statue was extraordinarily beautiful, with a likeness seven-tenths similar to Shaking Light.
Only the posture was more graceful, more tender and innocent.
Looking at anyone, it seed to carry a soft, deep affection.
In that instant, Li Guanyi understood that this statue was the mother of Shaking Light, his sight swept over the statue, witnessing the various changes here, seeing the incredibly complex formation, sensing the majestic yet chaotic human qi fortune gathered here.
The true foundation of the Demon Sect was not land, nor gold or silver.
But the ’people’s fortune’ accumulated over centuries dominating the Western Regions from within the Thirty-six Tribes.
They intended to temper these chaotic thoughts and fortunes to refine Shaking Light.
Li Guanyi saw the formation’s trajectory.
Due to the teachings of his older brother, Li Guanyi easily saw the purpose of this formation—[Constriction], [Suppression], [Various fortunes applied onto one body], this was the Great Sacrifice’s formation for Shaking Light.
Li Guanyi slowly raised his hand.
Long Han’er turned pale, just seeing that figure ford purely of primordial qi open its right hand, the crimson gold fla burst open, then slowly drew a sword to one side, with a low sword sound resonating here.
In the long chant of the crimson gold divine dragon dharma image, Long Han’er watched the man strike with one sword, the gold-red flas rose, then slowly fell, and one end of the formation was cleaved open, and the unseen constriction vanished.
Long Han’er stared blankly ahead, watching the slowly human-shaped figure slowly sheath the sword, finally the divine weapon entered its sheath, and dissolved into clusters of sparks, dissipating.
Long Han’er turned pale, sitting there, witnessing the destruction of the secret realm, the death of Huyan Jixuan, long unable to rise.
Li Guanyi opened his eyes.
Feeling sowhat weak, just now Huyan Jixuan attempted to refine the Nine Cauldrons, being countered by qi fortune, exploding into fragnts, full of qi fortune, primordial qi, Li Guanyi utilized it inversely, slashing out one sword, cleaving a corner of the formation.
"The people’s fortune is also a kind of power..."
"I see now, Huyan Jixuan’s ans were formidable, if not for the Nine Cauldrons, I would not be his match, however, the foundation of the Demon Sect..." Li Guanyi closed his eyes, thought of the fortunes amassed over centuries from occupying the Western Regions.
These things constricted Shaking Light.
Within them lies chaos and confusion, but the power of the Nine Cauldrons was sufficient to temper and purify them into the original people’s fortune.
Li Guanyi silently noted it in his heart.
This was sothing that needed to be done in the Western Regions.
He then thought of what the Demon Sect grandmaster, Huyan Jixuan, had said, recalling the experiences of the Whale Hunter, rembering that white jade statue, feeling a sigh, realizing that going to the Western Regions would likely involve complex matters.
In the Martial World, love and hatred, were not that simple.
At this mont, Shaking Light uttered a soft "hmm," jolting Li Guanyi out of his thoughts, as he slashed down the final sword, using Chi Xiao and qi fortune power, broke open part of the hidden great formation, saying:
"Shaking Light, what’s wrong? Do you feel any discomfort?"
The silver-haired girl’s head was lowered, causing Li Guanyi so concern.
He laid down the Chi Xiao Sword.
Walked to stand before Shaking Light, reaching out to press her forehead, feeling it slightly warm: "Did you catch a cold?"
The silver-haired girl’s voice was tranquil, saying: "I feel sothing different."
Li Guanyi was slightly stunned, squatting slightly, leveling his gaze with Shaking Light, saying:
"What is it?"
The silver-haired girl gazed at him, her voice tranquil: "I can’t say."
"Maybe I have caught a cold."
The silver-haired girl appeared calm, looking at Li Guanyi, eyes clear and quiet, with so confusion, seemingly unable to understand the changes happening, her silver long hair draping down, tilting her head slightly, appearing sowhat puzzled.
Then, right in front of Li Guanyi.
The girl leaned closer.
Then turned slightly, offering her side face to Li Guanyi, reaching out to lift the silver hair falling on her cheek, small ears, and the auricles turned red, experiencing such emotional fluctuations, but her face still remained as pure as white jade.
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