"I'm not telling you for a reason," said Xingdi.

  "Alright, never mind. Tell me, will the 11 cultivators who passed the sixth floor come to the seventh floor? I'm curious." Qin Lingyun said.

  "Rush? Do you think the sixth floor can be rushed through? Cultivators of the Refining Qi stage might be able to rush through that level's restrictive concentric circles. The fact that these eleven cultivators have entered the seventh floor is actually a secret, many cultivators think that the sixth floor is the limit, and in fact it really is."

  Xingdi continued, "The eleven cultivators did not break through the sixth layer to enter the seventh layer, but were sucked into the seventh layer by the paintings on the wall."

  "Unbelievable, the scrolls on the wall have already been sealed, how can they still suck those cultivators into the seventh layer?" Qin Lingyun expressed her incomprehension.

  "The paintings on the sixth floor's walls are actually a connection point between the sixth and seventh floors. If one can successfully take down a painting, they can connect the two floors together. Among these paintings, some possess extremely strong magical powers. Before being sealed away, they were renowned virtual immortals who shook the ancient and modern worlds. Later, in their sealed state, they made breakthroughs. If cultivators happen to arrive at the sixth floor, it's possible for them to be chosen by those awakened demonic beasts that have broken through their seals, allowing the chosen cultivators to avoid the restrictions' attacks and come before them." said Xingdi.

  "Then they can enter the seventh floor?" Qin Lingyun said.

  "It's like this, I think the sixth floor test is not about strength, but about inheritance. As long as you get the recognition of one of the paintings, you can leave the sixth floor. Those eleven cultivators just entered the seventh floor like that." Xīng Dì raised an eyebrow and said, seemingly disdainful of those eleven lucky cultivators on the surface.

  Qin Lingyun slowly revealed a hint of a smile, "That is to say, I didn't have such good luck, nor was it that the painting scroll didn't recognize my strength. It's just something else. But in the end, I still made it in and obtained a painting scroll."

  Qin Lingyun looked around, and in this layer, the originally empty environment began to shine with a faint halo, spreading out in all directions.

  In the midst of the radiant light, a black throne slowly appeared at the top of this layer, the entire throne was surrounded by a faint black color, and a figure began to emerge on it.

  A black robe, with sunken cheeks and eye sockets, looking like a dead corpse, but this person was indeed alive. The middle-aged man had an inexplicable aura of death on him, and after seeing Qin Lingyun, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty and excited light.

  "This is an extremely dangerous person, possibly in the seventh layer? The black iron block that the man in green clothes mentioned on the seventh layer?" Qin Lingyun was puzzled.

  "It's been eight thousand years, heh heh, and not a single new cultivator has arrived." A metallic voice rang out, the black-robed middle-aged man exuding an air of excitement. His two hands, like withered claws, grasped the ends of the throne, his sharp and menacing gaze fixed on Qin Lingyun.

  "Little girl, come, come closer to me, anything you want is yours." The metallic voice was suddenly filled with an unprecedented temptation.

  Qin Lingyun's mind was in a whirl, all her Taoist hearts were sealed off, and her eyes only had the figure sitting on the throne. In a daze, the figure on the throne twisted and distorted, finally revealing a handsome face without equal, with an overbearing and intoxicating smile, his eyes gleaming with scorching light, as if saying come here, Lingyun...

  This familiar face was actually the image of Dugu Xue, but Qin Lingyun didn't have a hint of doubt. She moved step by step like a wooden puppet, slowly shifting towards the direction of the throne, and the strong attraction made her focus on one point.

  A look of extreme anxiety appeared in the eyes of Xingdi floating in mid-air.

  "What happened? Is it like this?"

  "Hurry up and wake up, Qin Lingyun, hurry up and wake"

  Xingdi continued to float beside Qin Lingyun, wanting to wake up the dazed Qin Lingyun, but his shouts had no effect, and Qin Lingyun continued to walk slowly forward.

  "Annoying fly, a broken soul body, still making such a racket, go to death for me." The black-clothed man sitting on the throne revealed a hint of ferocity, his eyes gleaming with an eerie purple charm. With just one glance at Xingdi, two clusters of purple flames burst forth from his eyes.

  Xīng Dì's body was immediately enveloped in purple flames, the fierce blaze burning fiercely, yet seeming to exist between reality and illusion. In Xīng Dì's eyes, an expression of extreme pain appeared.

  His hands and feet were slowly becoming transparent in the flames, and once they completely disappeared, it would mean that his last soul had thoroughly disappeared.

  "Qin Lingyun... even if my soul is scattered, I will dispel the poisonous curse that has been cast upon you."

  A resolute glint appeared in Xingdi's eyes, and he pinched his fingers together to form a seal. A vast expanse of starlight burst forth from his body, pouring into Qin Lingyun's in an endless stream.

  As the starlight poured in incessantly, the Star Emperor's form became increasingly transparent. Amidst the fierce flames, this scene was astonishingly tragic and desolate. As the starlight infused, it was as if a massive hammer struck Qin Lingyu's mind with a loud crash.

  Qin Lingyun's mind was in a daze, the solitary face in front of her slowly faded away, and the vicious face of the black-clad man, who looked like a zombie, gradually became clear.

  "Xīngdì, nǐ le?"

  Translation: "Star Emperor, you're done?"

  Feeling the abundant stellar spiritual energy within her body, Qin Lingyun saw Xingdi's gradually transparent figure.

  The emperor's face wore a hint of relief and a smile.

  "I won't be able to accompany you anymore, but I will in the future."

  "What happened?" Qin Lingyun's always icy face finally became flustered, her heart tightened violently, as if a sharp blade was spinning inside, the intense pain made her whole body tremble uncontrollably.

  Reaching out to grasp the gradually disappearing starlight, but both hands grasped nothing...

  There has always been Xingdi by her side, never thinking that one day Xingdi would disappear, until the day she really had to lose him, Qin Lingyun only then realized in her heart how important Xingdi was.

  Is the Star Emperor who never calculates and always thinks about helping others increase their strength really going to die?

  In this cruel and indifferent world of cultivation, besides Xing Di, could there be a second person who would accompany her wholeheartedly, share with her every detail of her cultivation, and correct her every mistake?

  There isn't anymore, yes, apart from Xingdi, there isn't a second one...

  "Clumsy girl, you should have told me earlier that these two medicinal herbs can't be mixed together...now look what's happened..."

  "Look, I've spent just as many spirit stones and bought so many precious items..."

  "That piece of cyan debris, yes, the one in the corner of the unremarkable stall on the left, stupid stall owner, this is a fragment of the top-grade spiritual artifact Qing Xiao Jian, treating jade and pearls as rubble, selling it for only ten spirit stones, hurry up and buy it..."

  "That's the hard shell shed by the Nine-Turned Demon Silkworm, it can be used to feed spirit insects, buy it..."

  "There is also the Yīn Shān leaf, which is exactly what you need to open your hidden spiritual root. Although it's not possible to fully open the entire Xū Xiān spiritual root, the sealed hidden spiritual root can't be left dormant either. After opening the hidden spiritual root, you'll be able to cultivate two sets of techniques at the same time and have more options for using spells..."

  Qin Lingyun exhausted all her strength, but she couldn't slow down the speed of Xingdi's dissipation. Her eyes were already blurred by tears, and the iron-like state of mind that had been tempered since her cultivation also cracked at this moment.

  The emperor's almost transparent eyes held a hint of guilt. In fact, I've been guarding the Void Heaven Palace all this time, just waiting for your arrival. I lied to you about that, and I didn't tell you the truth either... From now on, cultivate well, and...

  The last figure of Xingdi slowly dissipated, and the purple flames that burned him also suddenly disappeared.

  Qin Lingyun didn't say a word, but her whole person was eerily quiet, with icy cold air in her eyes.

  Her heart was about to stop breathing, Qin Lingyun gazed at the man in black sitting on the throne with a playful smile, this one glance seemed to want to remember him wholeheartedly, and bury this deep-seated hatred deeply in her heart...

  Xing Emperor disappeared, and in front of her, he was so scattered that Qin Lingyun faced all this, but she felt so powerless. From head to toe, she felt like a wooden puppet being manipulated by a pair of mysterious big hands. Her life, her fate were all being controlled, everything seemed like a plot, a puzzle, like a twisted face, mocking her.

  "You're just a little girl, but with that annoying spirit gone, come to me and I'll give you eternal life, eternal happiness. You can't resist it, don't struggle anymore, it's useless."

  Even if Qin Lingyun was resentful, in the face of absolute power, resistance was futile. The black-clad man's eyes flashed with an eerie glow once again, and Qin Lingyun felt a wave of dizziness before being controlled once more, slowly walking towards the black-clad man...

  "Don't be controlled, I must resist." Qin Lingyun shouted in her heart, the cold ice spiritual power and the yellow spring spiritual power rotated together, rushing towards the strange power in her brain sea. However, as the man in black said, resistance was useless, and soon Qin Lingyun's last bit of resistant consciousness was slowly ground away.

  Qin Lingyun stepped closer and closer to the man in black, her face inches from his, while the man's joyful expression became more and more apparent. Just as she was about to take the final step, Qin Lingyun suddenly stopped in her tracks.

  A fiery red feather floated in mid-air, from which a slender large hand slowly stretched out, and then another hand also came out.

  In an instant, a complete figure floated in mid-air.

  It still happened...

  "Is it really impossible for anything to change? Is everything predetermined?"

  The sound of vicissitudes is flowing in the air...

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