Chapter 6:

Before the ancient god-demon, she was as tiny as an ant.

The little ant held a small blood spirit pearl in her hand, which appeared as a speck of dust in the eyes of the ancient god-demon.

But this small creature had good intentions.

After holding onto his claw, she saw the enormous bloody mouth torn and burned by the collision with the blood array. It remained cracked and filled with ice shards and broken wood, unable to heal.

The little ant was about to drop the flowing golden blood spirit pearl.

However, Chong Yan transformed not because of her blood spirit pearl. He had already witnessed the preciousness of her bloodline and manifested his true form only to scare her away and prevent her from coming back.

No one would be kind to him forever.

Having experienced the feeling of possessing and then losing something in the past thirty thousand years, he, with his simple animalistic thinking, chose to refuse this time.

Therefore, after ensuring that the little ant had stabilized, he opened his beastly mouth, revealing a terrifying set of fangs, and let out a roar befitting a ruler of the demon realm.

“Roar!”

Immediately, all the demons within a hundred-mile radius panicked and fled like scattered birds and beasts.

The delicate body of the little ant fluttered in the cold air current he produced, like a small flag waving in the wind.

Poor little ant, she cried out in pain.

Ever since she thought of him as a large, friendly dog, she could inexplicably no longer feel any fear towards him. She didn’t even understand why she found his actions so endearing, while his tragic past, buried in dust, made her feel deeply saddened.

So the tiny hands of the little ant desperately held onto his claw, drifted for a while, and then climbed onto him.

Why aren’t you running?

In response, the fierce beast roared towards the sky once again.

This time, he expressed his ferocity even more intensely, causing the ice glaciers to tremble and the heavens and earth to echo.

At this moment, all the demons within a thousand miles of the Abyss trembled.

He…he had come out again.

Outside the Forsaken abyss, all the high-level cultivators of the Wuji sect instantly sensed it and looked up.

That devil…

He unexpectedly recovered.

However, in the midst of a global snowstorm, there stood only a small person. Yao Yao covered her ears and watched him finish shouting, then confidently applauded.

“Yes, from now on, when it hurts, shout like this too.”

If you don’t shout when it hurts, others will think you can endure it forever.

Yao Yao, the patient, is best at shouting when in pain. She cries when getting injections, cries when drawing blood, cries when having surgery, tirelessly telling the world that she is in pain, that she is uncomfortable.

Her little demon and she took care of each other. This lonely cruel devil had always endured too much on its own.

The ancient god-demon stopped, its ears drooping slowly. Its amber eyes gazed quietly at her, as if understanding her words.

“Alright, alright.” Yao Yao took advantage of its silence and casually dropped the Blood Spirit Pearl, saying, “It won’t hurt as much now.”

A flash of golden light passed by, and before the ancient god-demon could move, her Blood Spirit Pearl had already merged into its meridians.

Two pure and primal Blood Spirit Pearls entered the meridians of the ancient god-demon. She might not know what this meant, but the ancient demon, which had regained two-thirds of its strength, once again possessed the power that was enough to make the cultivators in Spirit Continent wary.

Yao Yao didn’t know, and Yao Yao didn’t care.

She had accomplished her great feat and gave him a claw in return.

“Alright, goodbye then.”

Holding the Soul Anchoring Nail, she turned her head happily, feeling that the red scarf on her chest was even more vibrant.

However, the Spirit Continent’s people was still experiencing aftershocks.

Ever since the ancient demon collided with the ancient blood array, every movement from the Forsaken Abyss would put the cultivation world on high alert.

After all, if that ferocious beast still had any residual strength and collided again, the Wuji Sect would not be able to find seven Soul Anchoring Nails for the formation.

Among all the people, the Sword Saint Li Cangyan had the most solemn expression.

He had just proudly tamed the Golden-winged Spirit Eagle and was about to obtain the Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword, solidifying his position as the Sword Saint. It was the best opportunity because the ancient demon could not turn in its true form, indicating that it had been weakened by the ancient blood array and could no longer sustain its true form. It should have been on the verge of death. However, just a moment ago, its roar still carried an undeniable sense of oppression, making it difficult to gauge its true strength.

“Cangyan brother, don’t worry, I will definitely find the Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword for you.”

One of the main reasons why everyone likes Su Yilin is that she has incredible luck, which defies all odds. Being by her side often leads to opportunities to obtain spiritual treasures or artifacts.

From a young age, Su Yilin has always been confident in her luck. Unless there are truly extraordinary individuals in this world who possess secret methods unknown to them, she is certain that she will obtain the Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword and give it to her brother, Cangyan, to help him slay demons.

Cangyan’s expression softened, and he said gently, “I believe in you.”

He had always treated his junior sister differently, not only because of her lively and adorable personality but also because she possessed extraordinary luck. And yet, Yilin never caused trouble or bothered him because of it.

Cangyan’s deep gaze turned towards the direction of the Forsaken Abyss.

Now, with the unknown power of the ancient demons, he must find Ji Yao.

Cangyan was not afraid of pain, but he knew that his life was precious. As long as there was a guarantee of resurrection, he would willingly go through countless cycles of life and death for the sake of the world and the righteous path.

That’s why he needed Ji Yao’s bloodline.

He wanted to bring Ji Yao back and make her willingly, wholeheartedly become his ally.

Cangyan dismissed the reluctant Su Yilin and the others.

His trusted disciple approached, holding a golden glass bottle, and hesitantly asked, “Sword Saint, is this really necessary?”

That golden glass bottle was obtained by Cangyan based on the secret information he received.

The letter revealed the secret of the female lineage of the Ji family, which was not passed down to males, and informed him of a particular powder.

This colorless and tasteless powder evaporated instantly in the air and only affected those with the bloodline, while others remained unaware.

Upon inhalation, it immediately caused a feverish condition, leading to a state of confusion.

Ji Yao had no idea how to alleviate the fever on her own. Although the abyss was cold, it was filled with ugly and disgusting creatures, and no one could help her recover. At that moment, he will extend a helping hand to her and became her lifelong benefactor.

Cangyan lowered his eyes, rubbing his fingertips together. “Hang it on the beak of the Golden-winged Spirit Eagle and command it to go to Forsaken Abyss to find her.”

“Yes,” the disciple nodded, taking a few steps forward. However, unable to resist, he asked one last question, “But Sword Saint, Ji Rong is about to leave seclusion.”

Cangyan remained motionless, but his heart trembled.

Ji Rong’s parents passed away early, leaving behind only an elder brother and a younger sister. In this world, Ji Rong only cared about his sister.

What the disciple didn’t dare to mention was the hidden consensus among the Four Spiritual Continents. The reason why Cangyan was able to secure the position of Sword Saint, surpassing Ji Rong, was that Ji Rong did not participate in the competition that day. At the time, their cultivation levels and ages were comparable, and Ji Rong was an unparalleled genius.

The reason for Ji Rong’s absence that day was that Ji Yao caught a cold and needed someone to take care of her.

For all these years, Ji Yao’s thoughts had been focused solely on the Sword Saint Cangyan. She would write letters to Ji Rong, telling him that she was doing well at the Wuji Sect and asking him not to visit her, so that he could concentrate on his cultivation.

Only after confirming through the transmission jade did Ji Rong dare to enter seclusion and cultivate earnestly.

Now that he was about to emerged from seclusion, no one knew the extent of his progress.

Li Cangyan remained silent for a moment, his determined profile outlined by the candlelight.

He was the true Sword Saint of Spirit Continent.

“In that case, we must bring Ji Yao back as soon as possible.”

“Go quickly.”