Strands of Great Dao light manifested, transforming into golden meridians that extended into the nothingness, attempting to pierce through and connect a hazy path.
"Sister..."
Ling Yuxian watched this scene, gritting her teeth and persevering. At this moment, she only felt her primordial spirit was about to shatter and collapse.
From her exquisitely beautiful features, traces of bloody aura continuously seeped and permeated out.
Her porcelain-white skin also developed cracks, as if it would break at a light touch.
In this instant, Ling Yuxian seemed to have become a figure drenched in blood.
But she still persevered, not giving up in the slightest.
The many Imperial Immortal Palace elders were shocked by Ling Yuxian's current condition; even her aura was almost vanishing.
Several Ancestral Dao Realm elder ancestors guarding nearby were also astonished and doubtful, worried about Ling Yuxian, but dared not disturb her.
Vast, surging power reverberated and filled this region. Hazily, it seemed as if a space existing deeper within the darkness was truly being illuminated.
Within it, even deeper, more bizarre dark auras seemed to permeate, making everyone feel heart-trembling fear and palpitations.
Meanwhile, within the Demon-Sealing Tower.
Jing Xiang had been closely following behind Gu Changge, unsure how far he had walked.
The surrounding scenery remained blurry, as if groping forward through invisible heavy fog.
He could hear faint, indistinct eerie sounds around him—like someone groaning in pain, like the sound of dragging chains, more like the sound of bones breaking, the sound of chewing...
This place was truly like the legendary Eighteen Levels of Hell.
It wasn't housing the Jing Clan's ancestors; it was clearly sealing countless demons, ghosts, monsters, and all manner of evil spirits.
His face pale, utterly terrified, hands and feet cold, his back covered in chills, he didn't know where he found the courage to keep following Gu Changge's back, continuing forward.
Perhaps it was truly the desire to lift the curse?
The obsession to become a normal person?
Ahead of Jing Xiang, Gu Changge maintained his unhurried pace, seemingly heading towards a specific location, not bothering much with the surroundings.
Even now, as the Demon-Sealing Tower trembled incessantly, suffering violent impacts from outside, becoming unstable, it still didn't hinder his steps.
Before him appeared many barrier seals resembling water curtains, blocking the way upward.
But before Gu Changge, it was merely a casual wave of his hand to shatter them.
The Demon-Sealing Tower had eighteen levels. To walk from the bottom to the top was, for Gu Changge, just a matter of a few more steps.
Soon, as the final water-curtain-like barrier shattered, the entire Demon-Sealing Tower emitted an earthquake-like roar. Each level began to shake violently.
All the trapped Jing Clan ancestors thought the external clansmen's attacks had taken effect, their faces surging with expressions of wild joy.
Moreover, at this moment, they felt an unprecedented sense of freedom and smoothness.
No longer oppressed by this Demon-Sealing Tower, it seemed they could move freely between each level.
On the highest level of the Demon-Sealing Tower, the black-robed old man's face, filled with frenzy and madness, now also showed shock and suspicion, unsure why the tower's suppression on him had weakened so much.
"It can't be due to the outside..."
"Could it be someone barged into the Demon-Sealing Tower earlier? Otherwise, why would the sealing power suddenly weaken?"
The black-robed old man speculated, simultaneously looking around, filled with fear and uncertainty.
At this moment, he sensed a terrifying and peculiar aura approaching, filling him with an uncontrollable terror and making him tremble.
As if suppressed from the deepest part of his bloodline, the deepest part of his soul, compelling him to worship and prostrate.
"You... you... who are you?"
His frenzied expression instantly turned tremulous as he looked at the young man in white who had suddenly appeared here.
Gu Changge looked at this gaunt, nearly fleshless black-robed old man, smiling slightly. "Could it be you don't recognize me?"
"You... you are..."
The black-robed old man's expression became one of terror and disbelief.
Though he had been schemed against by the Eternal Life Spirit and tainted by its dark aura, he lacked the Spirit's complete aura.
Now, an incomprehensible fear, coupled with an overwhelming pressure, pressed upon him relentlessly, making him shiver, as if he might collapse to his knees at any moment.
Meanwhile, in another distant region, Ling Yuxian, sitting cross-legged, was already soaked in blood.
Within her sea of consciousness stood a glorious palace, its doors thrown wide open. Originally shattered memory fragments flew and emerged, surging forth with a primordial, chaos-like Great Dao aura…
Ling Yuxian's true spirit was enveloped by this hazy radiance, then instantly rushed out, stepping onto that summoning golden Great Dao, intending to go within, personally to summon her sister's true spirit back into her body.
Originally, Ling Yuxian was a Dao Realm existence who had passed through multiple Heavenly Decline Tribulations.
At her peak prime, her strength far surpassed that of ordinary Ancestral Dao Realm existences.
Thus, this was also entirely thanks to her extraordinary skill and audacity, boldly borrowing the power of multiple Dao Realm elders.
Otherwise, any other Quasi-Immortal Emperor level cultivator would have long since exploded from this power, unable to perform such a feat.
"She actually succeeded?"
Within that dark, deep void space, the Eternal Life Spirit was also startled.
It hadn't expected Ling Yuxian to accomplish this, relying on others' power to send her true spirit to this space.
"Yuxian..."
Ling Yuling's true spirit, scattered within this space, was also astonished and shaken, but then overjoyed.
One golden Great Dao meridian after another extended from that passageway, containing world light, Great Dao light, chaos light, and various other radiances, seemingly about to illuminate this place into crystal clarity.
On these Great Dao meridians, particles of energy light emerged, cascading over the region like a magnificent, sweeping rain.
It was like parched, arid soil suddenly receiving sweet rain.
This was the purest energy and magical power. With Ling Yuxian's true spirit's arrival, it was brought to this space, nourishing Ling Yuling's originally parched primordial spirit.
Moreover, because their auras shared the same source and lineage, the power Ling Yuxian borrowed could also be sensed and utilized by Ling Yuling.
"Eternal Life Spirit, you probably never expected this moment, did you?"
In the darkness, faint light appeared once more. Ling Yuling's true spirit continuously gathered and converged. A sky full of light dust rose, brilliant and blazing, transforming into a somewhat hazy, blurry figure.
In another part of the darkness, Ling Yuxian, having arrived in this region, was shocked by the aura here, but quickly recovered. In joyful surprise, she swiftly went to reunite with her sister.