Like a lightning bolt tearing through the black night, it fell to the mortal world. That one beam of light that gathered the true power of the law suddenly descended from the sky and landed right above the white bone snake's head, piercing straight in. In an instant, a massive force burst forth from that enormous body, and the several Qingyun disciples who were fighting nearby were all pushed far away by this invisible yet tangible airflow.

  The white-boned serpent let out a long roar, its voice piercing and shrill. The massive skeleton that supported its body suddenly began to emit an eerie glow from top to bottom. A moment later, tiny cracking sounds came from countless places, and beams of light shot out from its bones. Then, with a deafening crash, the enormous body collapsed, smashing open a huge crater in the hard white jade stone slab beneath it. After struggling on the ground for a few moments, it finally stopped trembling.

  The dazzling light column slowly dissipated, revealing the figures of the seven elders and Lu Xueqi, Xiao Yicai, and others floating in the sky. Below them, beside the massive body of the demon beast, corpses lay scattered all over the ground, among which were the bodies of four Qingyun elders who had fallen forever. Among those still alive, more were wounded, and young Lu Xueqi's face was cold as frost, but her clothes were already stained with blood halfway. Xiao Yicai seemed to be fine, looking unscathed, while Zeng Shushu struggled to hold on, only to faint and fall to the ground when he finally saw the giant demon beast die.

  Everyone was startled, fortunately Xiao Yi Zai was by Zeng Shu Shu's side and caught his body, carefully checking him before letting out a sigh of relief and signaling to the others that he was fine. The crowd then put their minds at ease and continued to engage in another battle.

  After dozens of senior elders from the Orthodox Church joined the war, the situation of this devastating war finally developed in a direction favorable to the Orthodox for the first time. The Taoist practice and magical powers of these senior elders far surpassed those of ordinary disciples, although their numbers were not many, but their impact was enormous. Under the joint attack of more than a dozen elders and young disciples such as Xiao Yicai, Lu Xueqi, and Zeng Shushu, those giant demon beasts with extremely high demonic powers were suppressed by these people, and finally they were killed by the joint efforts of everyone. However, this kind of ferocious demon also made the Orthodox pay a heavy price.

  In this bloody storm, who else still remembers their fallen comrades?

  At the moment when the giant body of the White Bone Serpent fell, the people floating high in the sky had already passed by, expressionless and rushing towards another battle group, continuing to slaughter and fight. Xiao Yi flew back to the rear, put Zeng Shu Shu in a quiet place, and hurried back, but unexpectedly, when he turned his eyes, he saw that Lu Xue Qi was staring blankly at the corpse of the demon beast, her face pale.

  Xiao Yicai felt strange in his heart and called out: "Lu Shimei, what's wrong with you?"

  Lu Xueqi's body shook, as if she had woken up from a dream. She turned her eyes to look over, her lips moved slightly, seemingly wanting to say something, but when she saw it was Xiao Yicai, she suddenly closed her mouth again, took a deep breath, and then flew away on her sword, rejoining the battle. Xiao Yicai felt somewhat perplexed, thinking that Lu Xueqi was acting strangely today, but after some thought, he remembered that this fellow disciple who seemed like a celestial being had always been cold and aloof, and now was not the time to think about it, so he threw these thoughts to the back of his mind and charged forward again.

  The dark clouds in the sky rolled in, surging and unrelenting. Under the dark clouds, those beasts and people were all fiercely killing each other. But as this battle raged on, it was gradually becoming more advantageous. The faces of the three Orthodox giants standing at a high place, originally tense with expression, finally relaxed slightly.

  Although at a great cost, after dozens of elders joined the battle, the momentum of the six huge demon beasts that were originally unstoppable was immediately blocked and gradually suppressed. Under the joint efforts of everyone, first the white bone demon snake, then two other huge demon beasts, were successively killed by the crowd.

  Although the righteous people, including the elder, suffered heavy casualties when killing these giant demons, the momentum of this battle was slowly turning around. The ordinary demon beasts were still numerous and overwhelming, but with the death of the giant demons, their morale suddenly weakened, and the ordinary Qingyun disciples, although inferior to those masters in terms of Taoist magic, were more than enough to deal with these ordinary demon beasts, and the crowd's unity made the light curtain even more unbreakable.

  Having solved half of the gigantic demon beasts, more masters attacked the remaining three gigantic demon beasts. Anyone could see that these gigantic demon beasts were the war souls among the demon beasts. Under the attack of these deeply powerful righteous Daoist seniors and young elites, amidst the dazzling light and the sharp edges of various rare treasures, the remaining three giant beasts finally couldn't hold on, and one by one fell to the ground in a shrill, angry roar.

  The beast demon group was in a state of great chaos, and it was clear that this situation made these ignorant beast demons also intuitively feel that something was wrong. On the other hand, the righteous side was boosted in morale, and their fighting spirit soared. The dazzling light screen radiated strongly, pressing outward, and instantly, amidst the flying blood and flesh of the beast demons, they were pushed back.

  A burst of panic and wailing, countless beasts howled towards the sky, their voices piercing and mournful. The merciless light screen thundered down, splashing out what kind of blood glow and sorrow?

  Among the countless cries, in the vast sky, that rolling black cloud suddenly stopped, as if this world had suddenly solidified. Then, a faint light pierced through the dark and quiet clouds!

  A faint white light!

  In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed with a loud rumble, like a fierce wind sweeping across the sky and blowing away the rain that filled the air. From the deepest part of the dark clouds, a massive vortex suddenly emerged, rapidly rotating outward, sweeping up countless black cloud masses and dispersing them without leaving any trace.

  A young figure emerged, expressionless, gazing down at the war-torn mountain, a bloody and chaotic world. His black hair fluttered in the wind, while behind him, a large and mysterious black beast seemed restless, shifting its body and letting out low growls.

  It was at that moment when he appeared, all the beast demons suddenly stopped in their tracks, raised their heads to the sky and let out a long howl towards his figure!

  All beasts howl towards the sky, dark clouds disperse, as if a fierce aura is rushing up to the heavens, wanting to ascend to the ninth heaven.

  Everyone in the Zhengdao changed color, Dao Xuan stood outside the Yuqing Hall, his eyebrows tightly locked, and he whispered to himself: "Is this the Beast God?"

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  Mansion of the Phantom Moon Cave

  That dreamlike and illusory world of mortals!

  That wheel of mysterious moonlight, still hanging in the sky, regardless of wind and rain, forever emitting a faint glow.

  Those struggling in this world seem to have all dispersed, leaving only one lonely person, lost and bewildered.

  "Who am I?"

  He whispered softly and looked up at the moon: "What am I living for?"

  He asked in such a melancholic tone, it was unclear whether he was asking the distant moon in the sky or his own deep heart.

  This life has been turbulent, with waves of turmoil surging up. Memories of past events have flooded my mind, and people I once knew well, those I had truly cared for, have flashed through my brain one by one. Yet, none of them left even a hint of their presence behind, silently disappearing into the distance.

  He seemed to have an unspoken reluctance in his heart, subconsciously stretching out his hand as if wanting to grasp something, but his hand was left clutching at nothingness.

  Nothing at all!

  Only the moonlight at the horizon, after passing through countless wind and rain, still falls on his body, shining on his collar.

  He collapsed to the ground, as if he had torn off all his external disguises. In this desolate world, he didn't need any strength. The wind and rain gradually subsided, the dust quietly fell silent, and that body, too, seemed about to sink into this bleak world, returning to silence.

  Die, ancient legend, die and there will be no more pain and nostalgia, no more worries. Even in the nine hells of the underworld, in front of Yanluo Temple, who knows what it's like? The bustling world may ultimately be empty!

  Just then, the silent body shook again, and the moonlight at the horizon seemed to tremble slightly as well. A beam of light fell down onto that body.

  He actually seemed to want to struggle!

  He still seems unwilling to give up!

  He struggled to get up, every movement as if he had exhausted all his strength, the ground under his feet seemed to have endless temptation, tempting him to lie down and never have any more troubles, and escape the suffering of the world.

  He refused to back down, stubbornly insisting on standing up straight, his hands bleeding from the cracks, his lips deeply scarred, in this desolate and bleak world, he still refused to give up.

  The moonlight was faint and soft, like a gentle whisper, falling on his body, as if saying: "Why must you persist? Let go, let go, and you will be free..."

  He struggled, like an ant in the infinitely vast sky and earth, but no matter what, facing the seemingly infinite sky, he still raised his head and looked up!

  Slowly stood up.

  A familiar face, quietly floating in the heart, it turns out that even between life and death, it is still impossible to give up. This life, there are still people who care about you!

  Zhang Xiaofan, perhaps a lonely ghost, an insignificant ant in this world, is now quietly gazing up at the sky, staring at the distant moon on the horizon.

  The moonlight is eerie and desolate.

  He suddenly let out a loud cry, and with a burst of energy, he rose to his feet, leaving the endless land behind, and shot straight up into the sky. In front of him, three-colored glows of gold, blue, and red suddenly lit up, merging with his body as one, and charged towards that wheel-like moon.

  The moon was cold and silent, but right in front of him, the moonlight suddenly dimmed, and a couple's silhouette appeared, gazing at him with compassion and joy, as if it were the moment when they first descended to the mortal world on a rainy night many years ago.

  His heart was cut like a sharp blade, and he was trembling all over, but his body was like an arrow leaving the string, without any intention of retreating. The three-colored strange awn, under his gaze, pierced into the couple's bodies, passing through them.

  It was as if blood splattered, and also like the wind and rain whistled, hitting his face, a chill. The figure disappeared, he seemed to be numb too. Only his eyes remained resolute, rushing towards that wheel of dim moonlight.

  Suddenly, the moonlight dimmed again, and the figures of Tian Naiyi and Su Rou emerged. Su Rou smiled at him, but Tian Naiyi hummed a sound, as he did in his memories, and gave her a cold glance. Between them, Tian Ling'er was laughing with a radiant smile, wearing a red dress, looking like she was sixteen or seventeen years old, loudly calling out: "Little Shidi, let's go up the mountain to cut bamboo..."

  He suddenly felt suffocated, and the three figures were right in front of him, vividly, blocking his way. What a terrifying feeling, like lightning flashing across his body, the cold light was getting closer and closer to their shadows, and his heart seemed to be torn apart.

  Finally, the three-colored arrow pierced through, and it forcibly pierced through the human figure. A chill ran from head to toe, and he was suspended in mid-air, his face as white as paper. Suddenly, his mouth opened, and with a loud "wow", a large amount of fresh blood spurted out, dyeing the front of his clothes red, and there was not a single trace of blood on his face.

  Then he raised his head, like an unyielding and relentless arrow off the string, charging towards that wheel of dim moon.

  The moonlight is cold, and the sky and earth suddenly darken, as if there is a desolate atmosphere quietly spreading.

  Just at that moment of electric spark, as the moonlight approached, a misty cloud surged forward, and suddenly, a figure appeared vaguely in the clouds.

  What a silhouette deeply engraved in the heart!

  He suddenly froze, his persistence seemed to be blown away by the wind, that vague figure was tumbling and rolling in the clouds, as if it were a green shadow, yet also like a white-clad sword dancer!

  The soul-eating thing in his hand was emitting a cold and eerie aura, and he had once felt such pain for the sake of that figure. But at this moment, how should he proceed?

  In the depths of night, under the cold moonlight, a heart-wrenching howl suddenly echoed from afar in the sky, as if a dying beast was wailing at the moon, filled with desperate pain.

  That dazzling light, flashing with three strange halos, shot up into the sky, piercing through the clouds and stabbing into that blurry figure!

  Then, something suddenly shattered...

  The wind and rain that filled the sky suddenly stopped, and he had hot tears in his eyes as he gazed at the figure. Perhaps she was just a foot away, but he still couldn't see her clearly, only a low sigh seemed to come from the distant darkness.

  The wind has dispersed, the rain has cleared!

  The moonlight falls like floating clouds!

  The sky and earth are all like water!

  His body fell from the sky, like falling into a deep abyss of ten thousand feet, but in his heart there was no more fear or fear, and what he had was just a few points of reluctance, gazing at the gradually disappearing figure. The next moment, he had already fallen to the ground, and all the illusions around him disappeared.

  At his feet, an ancient and bright mirror had shattered into several pieces, falling from the wall and scattering on the ground. Around him were rugged cave walls made of hard rock, only ten steps away from the magical entrance he had just walked through.

  In these short ten steps, he seemed to have gone through a lifetime, all the painful memories revolving around him once again.

  Then, he caught his breath and calmed down, just as he was about to continue walking deeper into the Fantian Cave Mansion. Suddenly, his body stiffened, as if he had discovered something, and then slowly turned around.

  As that ancient mirror shattered, the mysterious mist at the entrance also gradually dispersed, revealing a figure standing behind it.

  Lin Jingyu.

  The eyes of two people met in mid-air, and for a moment they were both stunned.

  For a long time, they gazed silently at each other like this, the eyes of two men, from youth to young adulthood and now, as if seeing through an entire lifetime.

  Lin Jingyu's teeth sank deeply into his lips, almost biting out blood, then word by word he said: "The old man in the ancestral hall, was it you who killed him?"

  The ghost was silent for a moment, slightly lowering his head, and after a while, he nodded lightly and said, "Yes."

  Lin Jingyu's eyes suddenly turned red.