The Millennial Mysterious Corpse itself possessed a thousand years of cultivation, and with the assistance of that Spirit Demon, the difficulty of eliminating it was unimaginable.
Luo Qi’s cultivation was currently sealed, and even using all of her Divine Power, she could only deflect that strike for Su Mu and freeze the Mystic Corpse’s movements in place.
Su Mu could see Luo Qi’s current physical condition. In the blink of an eye, he wrapped one arm around Luo Qi’s collapsing body while his other hand gripped his sword and slashed at the Corpse Demon’s neck.
The next moment, the Millennial Mysterious Corpse was decapitated.
Su Mu transformed his sword into energy and set up the Quenching Fire Array with lightning speed, completely reducing to ashes the Millennial Mysterious Corpse that had terrorized nearby villagers for over a month.
Ting Bai, Yi Ze, and the others who witnessed all of this exchanged glances, identical gravity reflected in their eyes.
Was Su Mu, the head of the Seven Great Immortal Sects, already this powerful?
If so, this man was truly an opponent not to be underestimated.
Ting Bai silently resolved that Su Mu must be eliminated as soon as possible—otherwise, this man would become their greatest threat in the future.
Ting Bai and Yi Ze looked at Yan Huaichen, wanting to ask whether they should take advantage of Su Mu’s severe injuries today and kill him while he was weakened.
But they saw their young master with a grim face, eyes seemingly forged from ice, staring at Luo Qi.
No, to be precise, he was staring at the hand Su Mu had placed on Miss Luo Qi’s shoulder.
Seeing Luo Qi’s face growing paler and her body increasingly weak, Su Mu frowned and asked:
“Miss, are you feeling alright?”
Luo Qi’s consciousness was somewhat hazy at the moment, but not yet to the point of complete oblivion.
Just as she was about to push herself up and say she was fine, a violent pain suddenly struck her crown chakra.
It was as if the most fragile part of her Sea of Consciousness was being viciously shredded by something!
Before she could even make a sound, Luo Qi fell into complete unconsciousness.
Seeing this, Su Mu was about to take Luo Qi back to his sect so that the Tianyuan Sect’s healer could treat her.
At that moment, a large hand reached out from the side, grabbed Luo Qi’s arm, and pulled her over directly.
Su Mu’s brow twitched at the sight, and he instinctively moved to take her back.
Yan Huaichen lifted Luo Qi horizontally into his arms, his abyss-deep gaze falling on Su Mu with no warmth whatsoever, his tone laced with mockery:
“She’s in critical condition now. Are you certain you can save her?”
Those words froze Su Mu’s outstretched hand mid-air.
The journey from here to Tianyuan Sect was long and arduous—even at his fastest speed, it would take a full day and night to arrive.
And by then…
Luo Qi would likely not have that much time.
Seeing that Su Mu no longer blocked him, Yan Huaichen turned and rode away on the Nether Tiger.
Ting Bai and Yi Ze’s gazes wavered between their young master’s retreating figure and Su Mu.
They hesitated over whether to join forces and eliminate Su Mu right now.
After two seconds, they ultimately chose not to act on their own, summoning their respective Nether Tigers and following after their master.
Moments later, Yan Huaichen arrived at the riverbank and laid Luo Qi down on a large boulder.
He took Luo Qi’s wrist in one hand and checked her pulse.
Upon detecting the pulse that fluctuated between strong and weak, Yan Huaichen’s brows knitted tightly.
His thin lips pressed into a nearly straight line.
Yan Huaichen’s deep, penetrating gaze rested on Luo Qi for a long moment. Finally, he crouched down, took her hand and interlaced their fingers, channeling his own spiritual power into her.
When Ting Bai, Yi Ze, and the others caught up and landed, they immediately witnessed this scene.
Their expressions changed drastically as they rushed forward, trying to pull their young master away.
“Brother Chen! What are you doing?!”
Yan Huaichen’s constitution was unique. No one knew that the spiritual power he was channeling to Luo Qi had been earned by capturing countless Spirit Demons at the risk of his own life.
Nor did anyone understand how much pain and torment Yan Huaichen would endure from losing this spiritual power!
Seeing that their young master remained unmoved, focused solely on steadily transmitting his spiritual power to Luo Qi, it was only at this moment that Ting Bai and Yi Ze began to seriously reassess Luo Qi’s influence over their young master.
Half an hour later, the veins on the back of Yan Huaichen’s left hand, resting on his knee, bulged prominently, and the spiritual power glowing where their fingers were interlaced gradually dimmed.
Seeing that Luo Qi’s complexion had improved somewhat, while their young master’s face grew increasingly worse, Ting Bai was both frantic and furious.
“Brother Chen…”
At this moment, Su Mu, who had followed closely behind, saw this and mobilized his own spiritual power to take over from Yan Huaichen in channeling energy to Luo Qi.
But within moments, a blinding golden light suddenly burst forth from around Luo Qi.
The light seemed to contain boundless oppressive pressure, making it impossible to look at directly.
Yan Huaichen, Su Mu, and the others were forced to look away.
When they looked back again, the strange phenomenon around Luo Qi had completely vanished.
The young woman sat cross-legged in Deep Meditation on the stone.
As if she had automatically entered a state of trance.
Su Mu and Yan Huaichen were just about to continue channeling spiritual power into her when they were interrupted by a breathless voice—
“Don’t! Don’t touch her!”
The little creature had crawled out of the Sumeru Space with tremendous effort.
Exhausted to the point of collapse, it plopped down at the base of the boulder.
Its originally smooth and glossy fur was now somewhat disheveled.
Xiao Bai caught its breath and explained to Yan Huaichen and Su Mu:
“Your master is currently regulating her breathing and cannot be disturbed by external forces. She is now out of danger, so there is no need to transfer more spiritual power.”
Seeing that Yan Huaichen and Su Mu and the others believed this explanation, Xiao Bai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The little creature rolled its big, watery eyes and casually glanced at Su Mu, who was standing guard nearby.
It flicked its tail, inwardly cursing furiously.
—This goddamn broken lower realm’s laws!
It could understand why its master had stepped in to save Su Mu when his life was in danger—after all, one of their main reasons for coming to the Cultivation Realm was because of Su Mu.
But who could tell it why, after her Divine Power was completely depleted, her soul had left her body and been forcibly sent back to the Divine Realm by this trash world’s laws?!
Yes.
What it was guarding behind it right now was only its master’s physical body.
Its master’s soul had likely already reached the Divine Realm by now.
Because her injury had been so sudden, the Sumeru Space had automatically entered a closed state.
And Xiao Bai, trapped inside the space, had been sealed in as well.
Fortunately, when Yan Huaichen and Su Mu had been transferring spiritual power to Luo Qi earlier, they had inadvertently triggered Luo Qi’s Divine Veins.
That had given Xiao Bai a sliver of a chance to forcibly break through the Sumeru Space’s restraints and crawl out.
Recalling the heart-stopping ordeal of the past two hours, the little creature angrily flicked its tail, wishing it could drag out the Heavenly Dao of this Minor World and bite it to death!
At the same moment.
The Tenth Heaven.
God-Hidden Sect, Lotus Pond.
When Luo Qi regained consciousness, she found herself back in the Divine Realm.
She frowned, recalling the scene of fighting the Mystic Corpse in the lower realm, her hands unconsciously gripping the railing of the Lotus Pond.
But in that moment of distraction, she nearly toppled headfirst into the pond!
Luo Qi quickly snapped back to attention and only then noticed that she was currently in a soul state.
Her gaze swept around, and she casually summoned a Golden Step Lotus from the pond.
The lotus petals circled around Luo Qi once, and the woman’s translucent, phantom-like form instantly solidified.
Raising her hand to place the lotus back into the pond, Luo Qi turned and headed to the Mystic Mist Hall.
In the great hall, it was empty this time, with only the Third Elder, Venerable Kong Yu, present.
Seeing Luo Qi, Kong Yu was startled for a moment, then quickly rose and walked toward her.
“Little Qi’er, aren’t you in the Cultivation Realm? Why are you back… Huh?”
Before she could finish speaking, Kong Yu sensed that her precious niece was in a soul state.
“You…” Kong Yu hurriedly used her Divine Power to stabilize Luo Qi’s soul and asked, “Little Qi’er, what happened?”
Luo Qi briefly recounted what had occurred in the lower realm.
After finishing, she asked, “Third Martial Uncle, it seems I can’t return to the Cultivation Realm right now. Do you have any way to send me back down?”
Kong Yu’s expression turned grave. After a moment, she furrowed her brows and shook her head. “I’m afraid only the Sect Master, your senior martial uncle, can reopen the Sieve Mirror to send you back to the Cultivation Realm.”