Xuan Yi suddenly remembered what Shao Yi had said—that the Sea of Regret would devour Zhuyin’s Darkness. She had always been meticulous and wouldn’t normally make such a confused mistake, but because her father and elder brother had met with trouble in succession, and Shao Yi had revealed too much information to her, she had momentarily forgotten this matter.

It was understandable that she would forget, but Shao Yi absolutely couldn’t have forgotten. Yet he didn’t remind her?

Since he knew she couldn’t use Zhuyin’s Darkness, she was almost equivalent to having no combat power, so how could he have her come solve the corpse problem? When Fucang came earlier, why didn’t he block him? Could it be that precisely because he knew she couldn’t provide any combat power, he deliberately let Fucang accompany her?

Xuan Yi’s heart filled with alarmed suspicion. Seeing the remaining little bit of Zhuyin’s Darkness about to be devoured by turbid energy, she kept a straight face and forcibly snatched them back. For a moment, she only felt more than half her divine power was gone. The ice dragon binding the emperor had shrunk countless sizes, and the countless cold lights had also disappeared.

She vaguely had an ominous premonition. She hastily turned her head to look at Fucang. The sword energy transformed into tide was fiercely entangled with that group of monsters. His tea-white clothes were already covered with bloodstains. That group of monsters had been demon race requiring thousands of battle generals to exterminate when alive, and after death had been infected even more severely by the Sea of Regret’s turbid energy. The turbid energy here was extremely heavy. Fucang’s divine power was probably also consumed to nearly nothing. Adding that his wounds were infected by turbid energy, he even more could not act rashly.

Looking down again, the frozen emperor’s head was already able to start turning. She truly had no excess strength to freeze him more solidly—if this continued, all previous efforts would be wasted.

Could it be that today the two of them would truly perish here together?

Just as she was hesitating, her arm was suddenly grabbed. Fucang, whose white clothes were almost soaked through with blood, raced over and dragged her toward the edge of the Sea of Regret in a wild dash: “Leave this place!”

Leave? But if they left, then Qing Yan and Father would…

Xuan Yi instinctively looked back again, only to see that group of monsters that had been ceaselessly pursuing Fucang and the Fangfeng Clan were encircled by countless enormous golden dragons. No matter how they struggled and fled, they could not break free from that circle. The Fangfeng Clan’s shrill and terrifying roar fiercely pierced into her head, making her dizzy and disoriented. Even dragon scales couldn’t withstand his roar.

Fucang was gasping for breath. His front chest and back had suffered countless wounds. Turbid energy had nearly invaded his internal organs. He gritted his teeth and recalled Chun Jun’s scabbard, wiped a handful of blood from his wound and sprinkled it on it. The scabbard instantly transformed into a brilliantly radiant golden small dragon, nimbly drilling into the black fog to open a path of escape for them.

He grabbed Xuan Yi and locked her in his embrace, his voice extremely labored: “We’ll withdraw first. The future is long.”

Scalding divine blood fell in clusters on her face and body. Xuan Yi froze for a long while, then suddenly embraced him tightly in return.

There was no long future. If they gave up halfway this time, based on her understanding of Shao Yi, he would certainly retrieve those three heart feathers without hesitation. Father and Qing Yan would probably also find it difficult to escape catastrophe. He originally didn’t want the various deities to know the secrets of the Sea of Regret, which was why he acted in secret like this. Now Fucang was also implicated—he definitely wouldn’t let him go either.

For the first time in Xuan Yi’s life, she bitterly hated why she hadn’t studied the way of fists and feet. That way, at least she could still beat the emperor into dust, rather than staring blankly at her nearly depleted divine power, watching Fucang injured into this state for her sake.

Her shoulder was tightly gripped by Fucang. His hand strength again made her feel pain in her bones.

“If I can’t make it, you must obey and get out by yourself.”

As he spoke, blood dripped onto her neck.

Get out by herself? How could that be possible? He must have lost his mind.

She had no Zhuyin’s Darkness, but there was still much in the Sea of Regret. Although it had been transformed by infection from turbid energy and regenerative divine power, it was still Zhuyin’s Darkness.

Xuan Yi stared fixedly at the black fog covering heaven and earth. She finally understood what use Shao Yi’s three heart feathers to her were.

She bit through the tip of her tongue and sprayed out an ice barrier, forcibly pushing Fucang so he fell to the ground. He was already gravely injured and barely holding on. Caught off guard by her fierce push with magic arts, he actually fainted. Fresh blood rapidly stained the pale sand grains on the ground red. The azure-blue scabbard fell beside his hand.

The sand ground began trembling violently. Xuan Yi raised her eyes to look. Because Fucang had lost consciousness, Chun Jun naturally also lost its effectiveness. In the distance, the monsters and the Fangfeng Clan that had originally been trapped by countless golden dragons were pursuing with earth-shaking steps.

She drew in a deep breath and without hesitation summoned the black fog around her into her body. The turbid energy entering her body was like flames scorching her meridians and five internal organs. Her vision kept going black, and sweat instantly soaked through her clothes.

Not enough, truly not enough. To completely eliminate that culprit corpse, to freeze that group of pursuing monsters—she needed to continue absorbing. The Sea of Regret had so much black fog, enough for her to squander.

Sweat flowed from Xuan Yi’s cheeks all the way to her neck. That turbid energy rampaged through her limbs and bones. She felt her heart beating violently, as if it was about to split open.

A mass of gentle gold-green radiance suddenly burst forth from her heart, flowing rapidly throughout her body like water. Xuan Yi could no longer distinguish whether this was illusion or actually happening. Her eyes stared fixedly at some unknown small point on the ground. Her ears buzzed chaotically. Only the action of absorbing black fog continued persistently.

Malevolent wind rushed at her face. The monsters were already right before her eyes. Xuan Yi exhaled a breath. An unprecedentedly massive pitch-black blizzard howled forth almost violently. Those two pairs of Wings of Dijiang that were about to slap her face suddenly slowed. In the next instant, black crystal-like ice froze them completely solid.

The violent heartbeat gradually stopped. The first heart feather completely healed her heart injury for her. The heart-wrenching pain of turbid energy infection also instantly subsided.

Xuan Yi rose to her feet. She flicked her fingertip, and eight pitch-black enormous ice dragons wrapped around the monsters. She slowly walked back all the way while continuing to absorb black fog.

For the first time, she discovered herself to be so brave. It seemed she wasn’t afraid of pain at all anymore, nor would she selfishly rush to save her own life.

Heavenly order? What was that thing? She would never fight to this extent for it. The reason she stood here was only for Qing Yan, and probably a tiny bit for Father, and now even more for Fucang.

Absorbing all the obstructive black fog before her eyes completely, Xuan Yi felt every step was like walking on knife edges. Being from the Zhuyin Clan was naturally quite good. The only bad thing was that because of their dragon scales, their tolerance for pain truly couldn’t measure up. The imposing Zhongshan Dijun, Xiaolong Jun with excellent natural talent who cultivated diligently—plant a heart feather in them, and the Qingyang Clan’s emperor makes a wound in their chest and they faint from the pain. Truly useless.

When it came to tolerance for pain, they still needed to learn from a trash like her. She was probably the only princess in all generations of the Zhuyin Clan who constantly dealt with pain.

So this bit of pain from turbid energy burning internal organs and meridians truly wasn’t anything, wasn’t anything at all.

On the empty sand ground, the emperor who had already broken free from the ice stood with hands behind his back. Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and stopped for a long while. This corpse that had created the disaster of the Sea of Regret actually spoke: “I want to stay alive.”

Xuan Yi exhaled a breath. The pitch-black blizzard surrounded him completely. She said indifferently: “Already alive and well outside.”

Not only romantic and carefree, but also extremely vicious. Relying on emperor’s power, even wanting to take revenge on him was difficult.

This blizzard still wasn’t large enough. She wanted to freeze him thoroughly and completely so he could never turn over again.

Black fog surged madly into her body like tide. Xuan Yi only felt even her hair was soaked with sweat. Her chest again had a flash of gold-green light pass through—the second heart feather.

Useless Shao Yi, couldn’t even endure this bit of pain.

Ten pitch-black ice dragons were summoned forth, transforming into black crystal-like ice blades covering heaven and earth, repeatedly piercing through the emperor’s body that healed again and again. Truly difficult to eliminate. Just how did that great-grandfather of hers fight with the Qingyang Clan to mutual annihilation?

Black fog was once again continuously absorbed into her body, so much that Xuan Yi felt her forehead was about to explode. But it still wasn’t enough, not enough. Why not simply devour the entire Sea of Regret? That bastard Shao Yi had used every means to coerce her. Now he still remained outside at leisure watching the show. She needed to make him hurt to the point of wishing for death.