Monarch Night

As the energy flowed, the bodies of the four people emitted a faint purple glow, flickering constantly.

Time passed by little by little...

The four had long lost their sense of time, being deeply immersed in a state of nothingness and oblivion.

The Purple Crystal Soul was flickering...

No one knew when the temperature suddenly soared, nor when it fell again...

Again a stream of water slowly gathered, then flowed far away once more.

The four remained unaware.

...

Above the clouds, eight people were fiercely engaged in battle, with Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao, old rivals, entangled with each other, the Ningxue Sword and Kuangren Halberd locked in combat.

Gu Changhan faced off against a man whose whole body resembled a piece of burning coal, while two others clashed fiercely in mid-air.

"Duan Xiyang, when you came last time, weren't you looking for this thing? Even went to such lengths to fabricate a tale about a One Cave spear Demon."

Xue Fuxiao was quite angry.

Duan Xiyang wielded the White Bone Spear, calmly stating: "If you believe it's a lie, then let it be a lie."

He gazed coldly at Xue Fuxiao, saying: "But this time, I must take the Purple Crystal Soul!"

"Let's see who is more capable then; we are equally determined to get this Purple Crystal Soul!"

Duan Xiyang laughed heartily, suddenly shouted harshly: "Gu Changhan, do you not want your Hanjian Mountain Sect anymore?"

Gu Changhan's Sword Qi was like the wind, forcing the Fire Demon to dodge repeatedly, calmly stating: "For a Purple Crystal Soul, the Fire Demon launched nine volcanoes, causing millions to perish, I, Gu Changhan, cannot stand for this!"

He remained relentless in his assault, calmly stating: "Guardian Duan, as soon as I kill the Fire Demon, I will retreat to the mountains. I came out this time, just to kill the Fire Demon!"

Duan Xiyang sneered, fighting with Xue Fuxiao, he sneered: "Gu Changhan, do you think I don't know that your Hanjian Mountain Sect has already collaborated with the Guardian? Twenty thousand disciples left the Mountain Gate, that's quite the grand gesture! Gu Changhan, how many of your disciples do you think will be able to return?"

Gu Changhan responded calmly: "To experience the Jianghu, to slay demons and guard the Dao, life and death, it is their destiny."

"Hahahaha..."

Duan Xiyang laughed loudly: "If so, then they shall have their destiny!"

The battle in the air became more intense.

In the distance, more figures were approaching, joining the fray.

Duan Xiyang suddenly thrust his spear, shouting: "Where is Xiao Tianshui?"

Xue Fuxiao sneered, speeding up his attack: "What does it matter to you!"

Duan Xiyang was furious: "Do you think you all can succeed?"

He used his spear to block Xue Fuxiao's blade, saying: "We want the Purple Crystal Soul, and you want the entire Purple Crystal Spirit Mine. Xue Fuxiao, you won't even accept such a proposal and insist on taking it all?"

"It's on our turf anyway, even if we give the Purple Crystal Spirit Mine to you, could you take it away?"

Xue Fuxiao sneered: "Pretentious! Coming to our territory to take our treasure and still talk about sharing? Duan Xiyang, when did you become so shameless?"

Duan Xiyang said no more.

He fought with all his might, his face darkened.

Xue Fuxiao was equally unwilling to show weakness, their battle forged into a fierce struggle, tearing and reforming the sky piece by piece.

Not long ago, the pair had been drinking and feasting together, now they fought fiercely, risking their lives in combat.

...

The volcanoes had long since stopped erupting, and water had gathered underground.

The intense underground tremors created countless fissures across the mountain range. And these fissures provided opportunities.

A figure, swift as flowing water, moved rapidly along the subterranean streams between peaks and valleys.

More agile than a fish swimming in water.

In another place, two people were also searching for something persistently.

The three were unaware of each other's presence.

But they shared a common choice: diving deeper and deeper.

None of the three needed to breathe, staying submerged all the while.

The underground water was converging in this direction, making the movements of the three increasingly smooth.

Each of them groped along the water veins, attentively sensing the Spiritual Energy contained within them.

Flowing direction.

The source of the Spiritual Energy.

Then they began from the underground streams of three mountains, simultaneously heading towards a certain destination...

...

Underground.

All four were now enveloped in radiant purple light, the Purple Crystal Soul had become very dim, almost invisible.

The veins of the four were swollen to the extreme.

After the Spiritual Power entered their bodies, they first used it to enhance their foundation, strengthening the veins with the power of the Purple Crystal Soul, then enhancing their heart veins, fortifying their organs, then dispersing it throughout every muscle and vein in the body...

After strengthening everything once, they began to fortify the Dantian; after fortifying the Dantian, they would then strengthen the veins again... so the process continued in cycles.

This way, all energies became a foundation, which could be slowly utilized in future cultivation.

The strength of the Purple Crystal Soul was enough to support their cultivation needs for centuries!

Finally, when it was impossible to enhance the foundation any further, they began to compress it into Spiritual Power within the Dantian.

Yet, even so, the four felt as if their veins were on the verge of exploding.

Each of them was swollen, with blood slowly seeping from their orifices.

Even their scalps, every pore on their bodies, were exuding a purple substance mixed with blood.

They had reached the limit.

Yu Zhongge, spitting blood, struggled to speak: "Shuang...gao..."

Jing Shuanggao also bleeding from every pore, desperately opened his mouth: "...three!"

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, their palms trembled together!

With a boom.

The four of them were blasted like exploding bombs, flying in four directions, crashing heavily into the invaluable purple crystals, speechless, immediately falling into unconsciousness.

Only a nearly extinguished Purple Crystal Soul remained, flickering faintly.

This was Yu Zhongge's final gambit.

Yin Yang Shock!