"Is there another way? What other way could there be? Ziwei, you've lived for over six hundred years, haven't you learned anything? Are you living in a dream?"

Yun Lan subconsciously mocked.

He seemed lost in pleasure, but in truth, he was the most realistic one. He was simply afraid to face reality.

"Shut up, you coward! When will you tear off your mask? What do you care about, what do you hate, what do you love? Show it! Is it so hard? Does putting on an act of seeing through everything, of being above worldly concerns, suit your position?"

"Wake up, Senior Brother Yun!"

Daoist Master Ziwei spoke with every word like a precious gem.

"I..."

Yun Lan was infuriated, but his subconscious rebuttal died in his throat.

"Hmph, fine, keep dreaming. Anyway, that kid won't last more than a few minutes. Then we'll see who's right!"

Yun Lan snorted.

"Hey, can you guys stop arguing? Something seems wrong with this kid..."

Unlike the other two, Duan Yanzhuo's gaze remained fixed on Chen Xiao.

Any movement within the Godslayer Sword Formation tugged at his heart.

Chen Xiao was indeed acting strangely.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his hands forming a hand seal and resting on his knees.

"What is he doing?"

Yun Lan couldn't help but ask.

But no one could answer him.

The sword rain fell on Chen Xiao. The Azure Sea Sacred Body was no longer working...

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Chen Xiao's body was once again riddled with holes, miniature Godslayer Swords piercing him all over.

Blood flowed everywhere. At this rate, in a few minutes, Chen Xiao would be completely turned into mincemeat.

"Has he... given up?"

Seeing this, Duan Yanzhuo said blankly.

Daoist Master Ziwei's heart twisted together again, knotted in pain.

"What are you doing? Please, don't die..."

"Why are you so stubborn? Didn't we agree to retreat when faced with the impossible?"

Unknowingly, her face was already covered in tears.

Seeing Daoist Master Ziwei in such a state, Yun Lan had no heart to mock her.

Because his own mood was also heavy.

Realistic as he was, he naturally understood that if Chen Xiao died, the hope for the other path would be completely blocked.

And now, he could only abandon the Nine Provinces, abandon the human race, and ascend to the Upper Realm with his master and grandmasters, becoming a traitor to the human race.

That was if his master and grandmasters accepted them at all.

The miniature Godslayer Swords stuck together, completely submerging Chen Xiao.

Unlike the sword rain that disappeared without a trace after landing, the sword rain piercing Chen Xiao would not vanish, but would only accumulate more and more until the sword formation ended.

The sword formation was still continuing, but for the three Daoist Masters, it was already over.

Because they could no longer see Chen Xiao, and the spot where Chen Xiao had been sitting only had a pool of sticky blood.

Perhaps, he had already turned into a pile of minced meat.

Yun Lan shook his head, deeply sighing.

Ziwei, on the other hand, collapsed to the ground, her eyes dull and lifeless.

Her tears had dried, and she couldn't even cry anymore.

"Why? Why did it turn out like this?"

"Everything was fine just now, everything was so good, why did it suddenly turn into this?"

Duan Yanzhuo punched the blue light barrier again and again.

He had been completely conquered by Chen Xiao, so Chen Xiao's death left him with great resentment.

However, his punches weren't aimed at breaking the sword formation, but simply to vent the anger in his heart.

The first ten minutes of the sword formation were the pre-activation stage, and it could be stopped at any time.

But once it exceeded ten minutes, it would last for at least an hour.

After an hour, the three Daoist Masters could shut down the sword formation.

In the corner, the water clock continued to drip, and time passed second by second.

But all of this had become meaningless.

An hour had passed.

But Daoist Master Ziwei remained unmoved, still immersed in the pain of losing Chen Xiao.

"Time's up. Stop the formation."

Yun Lan said lightly.

He wanted to comfort Ziwei, but the words reached his lips, only to be swallowed again.

At this moment, comforting her would only be cruel.

"Junior Sister Ziwei, pull yourself together. Stop the formation first. Maybe, maybe... Alas..."

Duan Shikuo originally wanted to say that maybe the kid still had a glimmer of hope.

But with his understanding of the Godslayer Sword Formation, where could there be any hope? Such words were just self-deception.

Daoist Master Ziwei finally got up from the ground and walked back to her position, preparing to stop the Godslayer Sword Formation.

The three of them recited a string of incantations again, and at the same time, using their qi as a guide, they tried to stop the formation.

However, when they completed the normal process, the Godslayer Sword Formation did not stop as expected.

"Huh? What's going on? Why hasn't the Godslayer Sword Formation stopped?"

"Could it be that the sword formation is broken?"

"..."

A strange look flashed across the faces of the three Daoist Masters.

They had never seen or even heard of such a situation, and they didn't know what was going on.

They tried several more times, but after their last attempt, shock spread across their faces.

Because they found that they had completely lost contact with the Godslayer Sword Formation.

"What's going on?"

The three Daoist Masters had the same doubts in their hearts, but similarly, no one could give them an answer.

At the same time, within the Godslayer Sword Formation, beneath the mountain of miniature Godslayer Swords, Chen Xiao's body had not been cut into mincemeat.

His body was tightly wrapped in a layer of dark golden mist.

And that dark golden mist was the mist of 'intent' that had enveloped Chen Xiao when he broke through to the seventh realm.

As the golden mist spread out, enveloping him, Chen Xiao had seen his 'intent' and understood his 'intent'.

His 'intent' was destruction!

Destruction before creation!

Chen Xiao remembered that the beginning of his adventures over the past year stemmed from a 'destruction'.

At that time, he was beaten half to death, and then he stood up.

After that, he faced several situations of destruction before creation, and each time, he persevered to the end, turning danger into safety.

Now, he was facing the same destruction!

The dark golden mist was becoming more solid and harder.

That was because the sword rain falling on the ground had all turned into energy, merging into the mist.

In the Godslayer Sword Formation, this storm was coming to an end.

And Chen Xiao, who had understood his own intent, was about to break out of his cocoon...