The entire Yugo Mountain was trembling.

From within the Buddhist pagoda, scorching winds continuously howled out. These winds seemed to carry fire—wherever they passed, only an aura of death remained.

“He’s going to destroy this mountain!” Sharp intensity suddenly arose between Gu Baiying’s brows as he charged forward with his spear: “Stop him!”

Zanxing endured the intense pain in her heart, gripping the Panhua Stick tightly as she pursued. The stick’s wind whistled past, thick demonic yuanli like a dark green abyss, surging toward Gui Yansheng with overwhelming force!

A trace of bloody malice flashed through the golden-eyed youth’s eyes as he sneered coldly: “Pure Heavenly Demon bloodline is nothing more than this!” The Ashura Umbrella suddenly opened wide, and countless fierce ghost asuras immediately poured out from within the umbrella endlessly. Those whose souls had been devoured by the Ashura Umbrella would have their spirits forever trapped within, for his use.

This umbrella had devoured tens of thousands of souls—these tens of thousands of people were all his killing moves.

The fierce ghosts climbed onto everyone’s magical artifacts amid the billowing black mist. Meng Ying slashed away an asura before her with one sword stroke, saying coldly: “Evil demon heretic.”

“I am originally a demon—what’s wrong with being an evil demon heretic? Should I be hypocritical like her instead?” Gui Yansheng stared at Zanxing, demonic yuanli swirling around the tip of his Ashura Umbrella as he thrust madly toward Zanxing. “Clearly of the demon race, yet mixing with sect cultivators, pretending to have a bodhisattva’s heart—what have I done wrong? When people harm me, I strike back. No principle in this world says those of lowly status are destined to be slaughtered by others!”

Zanxing’s brows and eyes grew cold as she gripped her stick with both hands to block the umbrella tip thrusting toward her. Azure lotus flowers bloomed within the Wuyou Stick, and the Ashura Umbrella could not advance even an inch further. Zanxing said: “Debts must be repaid, murders must be answered for with life. If you want to seek revenge against those who harmed you, that’s understandable, but what wrong have others done? What wrong did Zi Luo do? She had no grievance or enmity with you—you harmed her, yet you make so many excuses. Did she deserve to die under your Ashura Umbrella?”

That Zi Luo, who had led Zanxing to join the sect together on Gufeng Mountain, gentle and kind-hearted, was gone. Zanxing would never forget that moment when she saw Zi Luo’s figure on the Ashura Umbrella—pale and wooden, completely different from the vivid and lively senior sister of the past.

“Why must you vent your anger on innocent people?”

“What innocent people!” Gui Yansheng laughed loudly: “Everyone in this world is born with sin. If she was useless, then she deserved to die, and you—” the madness in his eyes grew thicker: “are also destined to die under my Ashura Umbrella!”

“Little Highness—” Just then, shouts came from within the hall. An azure figure swept into the hall as Xiao Shuang led the remaining demon race members charging in. They had waited outside the pagoda for a long time. Only when the Two-Life Buddha Wheel shattered, the Xiezhi statue turned to ash, the entire Buddhist pagoda’s restrictions were lifted, and they heard the commotion from the upper levels of the pagoda, did they immediately rush to help.

The white skull suddenly opened its mouth, letting out a series of sharp laughs as it flew toward Gui Yansheng. The bone woman said, “Little Highness, we’ve come to help you!”

The fighting within the hall suddenly intensified.

Countless asura fierce ghosts wailed and fled throughout the hall. What was originally a Buddhist pagoda now seemed like a ghost realm. Mu Cengxiao circulated his yuanli, gathering it at the tip of the Mieshen Saber, and slashed fiercely at the black mist before him. A blinding golden light passed by, and the fleeing asuras were instantly annihilated.

Tian Fangfang raised the broad axe in her hands. A fire-colored flood dragon wound out from the long axe, suddenly spouting blazing crimson fire that burned the black mist before her to nothing.

The sword light from the Yuepuo Sword in Meng Ying’s hands was as light as moonlight. The instant she swung her sword, the black mist was enveloped by moonlight.

As for the youth charging toward Gui Yansheng, his silver spear was like a snow-colored long blade, stirring up overwhelming yuanli as if wanting to tear the strange paper umbrella to shreds.

Zanxing followed closely, her azure stick and his silver spear bringing forth long winds. Crimson flower streams carried broken remnant snow, demonic power, and yuanli interweaving together in perfect harmony. Flowers and snow followed the wind, creating a cold, clear atmosphere.

The two of them, one with a spear and one with a stick, charged straight at Gui Yansheng, forcing him to retreat step by step. The bloody color in the golden-eyed youth’s pupils grew thicker. Suddenly, he gave a great shout, and from within his body burst forth a surge of dense demonic yuanli. This demonic yuanli was extremely thick, spreading out silently, and the Ashura Umbrella suddenly bloomed with a touch of vivid color.

Zanxing’s face instantly turned pale.

The Xiaoyuan Pearl—Gui Yansheng was borrowing the power of the Xiaoyuan Pearl!

Gui Yansheng originally cultivated the Ten Thousand Ghosts Asura Path. While gaining yuanli, he inevitably damaged himself. Now, forcibly summoning the Xiaoyuan Pearl, he would inevitably have to endure pain even more heart-piercing and bone-corroding than before, and Zanxing was also affected.

“I’ve been waiting for this!” In an instant, Gu Baiying’s figure had already closed in on Gui Yansheng. His brows and eyes were cold as he suddenly raised the silver spear in his hand high. A snow-bright, refined light shot out from the spear tip, whistling toward Gui Yansheng’s heart!

A weapon spirit? Zanxing was shocked—Gu Baiying had cultivated a weapon spirit for the Xiugu Spear?

Gui Yansheng also hadn’t anticipated the Xiugu giving birth to a spirit. Above the long spear, a massive snow-bright light shadow formed indistinctly, as if battle intent nurtured from the very beginning of heaven and earth, instantly penetrating Gui Yansheng’s chest.

A black pearl was forced out.

This pearl was only the size of an eyeball, with a cluster of black flames burning within it—it was precisely the Xiaoyuan Pearl.

Zanxing’s gaze focused as she leaped up, reaching out to seize the Xiaoyuan Pearl floating in the air.

The Ashura Umbrella in Gui Yansheng’s hand struck straight toward Zanxing. Having no choice, Zanxing could only dodge to the side. Gui Yansheng swept toward the Xiaoyuan Pearl, with a silver spear like a flood dragon behind him, heavily smashing down toward it.

The spear wind it brought was like mountains. Gui Yansheng’s heart jumped as he suddenly shifted his body. The vermilion spear spirit within the Xiugu instantly penetrated the pearl floating in the air.

“Crack—” came the sound.

The Xiaoyuan Pearl split into two halves.

Both Zanxing and Gui Yansheng looked up simultaneously, flying toward the Xiaoyuan Pearl. Those two pieces of the pearl also seemed to have their consciousness, flying into both their hearts and disappearing instantly.

A tearing sensation came from her heart chamber, as if her heart was about to be torn apart by this pearl. Zanxing suddenly bent over.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Baiying paused in his steps, turning back to look at her.

Behind him, the golden light of the Ashura Umbrella came toward his back. Gui Yansheng’s eyes were full of twisted hatred as he said: “Go die—”

“Be careful!”

The golden umbrella tip pierced through the woman’s chest. The enormous demonic yuanli power sent her body flying, smashing through the Buddhist pagoda’s flower window as she fell straight down from the pagoda’s peak.

Her hand still maintained the gesture of pushing Gu Baiying away from moments before, but the azure demonic yuanli gradually dissipated and flowed out from her chest, accompanied by vivid blood. Like a silently withering butterfly falling from a flower branch.

“Little Highness—”

The small azure bell at his waist suddenly burst forth with a series of violent bell chimes. The youth suddenly looked down. That Jiexin Bell that had never made any sound since he wore it was now ringing with ear-piercing, sharp sounds, as if someone was taking a sharp sword and cutting into his heart piece by piece.

In a trance, there seemed to be fine rain pattering softly. A bright fire burned in the cave, and someone spoke beside his ear: “When people interact, apart from meeting, there is only parting. Partings are many, meetings are few—life is always like this.”

The cool evening wind on the Duoluo Platform instantly became deep snow covering the earth. In the snow were two names written side by side, intimate and well-matched. She said, “Promises should not only remain on the snow, but more importantly, remain in the heart. Master Uncle, you must keep my words in your heart.”

What promise? What had she ever said?

The Jiexin Bell’s chimes tore through everything, abruptly tearing open a gap in his long night. Cool breeze squeezed in bit by bit, casting overlapping human shadows on the azure stone.

“…Master Uncle should guide me more in daily practice. When I’ve mastered the stick techniques, Master Uncle will also share in the glory.”

“…In the Taiyan Sect, your illusion techniques are the best. Master Uncle, can you teach me?”

“…Master Uncle, do you have something you want to say to me?”

“…Master Uncle…”

The woman’s clear voice lingered by his ear. Stars scattered across the sky, and in the heavy night curtain, someone stood before him, looking into his eyes and speaking earnestly: “Gu Baiying, I want to change my fate, and I want to change yours too.”

“Bang—” came the sound.

The azure bell at his waist, as if finally unable to withstand such violent trembling, suddenly shattered in the air.

The youth suddenly raised his eyes: “…Zanxing…”

“Yang Zanxing!”

End of Buddhist Pagoda Arc