Realm of the Night God

Xu Meijing's body flashed several times in the air before landing outside the restriction barrier that protected Yang Haoran's corpse.

The area around the restriction barrier had been completely destroyed, not a single blade of grass was visible, leaving only a barren landscape.

However, the grass inside the restriction barrier remained unaffected, still lush and vibrant, which was due to the protection of the barrier.

But amidst the lush grass, a patch of bloodstained soil caught her attention, and a corpse lay nearby.

Looking at the corpse inside the restriction barrier, Xu Meijing felt an overwhelming sense of grief, and tears rolled down her eyes like black ink.

The armor on her body began to dissipate, turning into a stream of Yin Qi that vanished into thin air. The soul weapon, Death Slayer, inserted into the ground, also disappeared.

Xu Meijing's body gradually revealed itself, and her ghostly eyes, as black as ink, no longer emitted visible Yin Qi, returning to normal.

After gazing at Yang Haoran's corpse for a moment, she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, unsure if it was due to her severe injuries or overwhelming sorrow.

"Don't worry, no matter what, I'll find a way to help you rebuild your physical body."

When she arrived at the scene earlier, although she didn't have the chance to examine Yang Haoran's corpse closely, as an Underworld Envoy, she sensed that Yang Haoran's soul remained within his body, not extracted by the great spirit master.

For her, this was a blessing in disguise. As long as the soul remained, Yang Haoran wasn't truly dead, but he could only cultivate as a ghost, and without breaking through to the Ghost King Realm, he wouldn't have a physical body again.

Although he could cultivate as a ghost, Yang Haoran would lose many things, such as the items in his independent space, which would disperse upon his physical body's death, and their whereabouts would be unknown.

Even if he managed to cultivate as a ghost and eventually opened a new independent space, it would have no connection to his previous one, and his past collections would never reappear.

The loss of his precious collections was just one aspect; he would also lose his near-earth-soul-level strength.

Once he became a ghost, he would have to start from scratch, and although his soul would be stronger than an ordinary person's, it was still far from his peak strength.

If he wanted to restore his strength to its peak, it would take a long time, even with abundant resources. To rebuild his physical body, it would take even longer.

Apart from his strength, his identity and status would also change. The LechengYin Division's leader would have to be replaced, and the people or forces he had cultivated might disintegrate due to his death, each going their separate ways.

In summary, Yang Haoran's death, even with his soul preserved, was a devastating loss.

At this moment, Xu Meijing's concern wasn't the losses Yang Haoran would face after his death, but the fact that he had died.

Even with his soul preserved, he could only become a ghost, never a human again.

Moreover, if he died again, his soul would disperse, and he would cease to exist in this world, neither in the mortal realm nor the underworld.

If the corpse in front of her belonged to a stranger, regardless of whether their soul remained, it wouldn't stir up any emotions in her.

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Even knowing his soul was preserved, looking at his corpse still filled her with heartache.

Apart from heartache, she also felt guilty.

Because she believed Yang Haoran's death was her fault. If it weren't for her, Yang Haoran's corpse wouldn't be lying here, or anywhere else.

Xu Meijing didn't scream or display extreme grief on her face, but at this moment, her heart was in agony, like being cut by a knife.

She forced all her sorrowful emotions to be suppressed in her heart, which made her chest feel suffocated for a moment. She really wanted to cry out loud and release all her inner sorrowful emotions, but she didn't do so, and her personality didn't allow her to do so either.

The tears that rolled out of her eyes were evaporated by a force, leaving only a shallow trace of tears. She lightly waved her hand, removing the restriction barrier that covered Yang Haoran's corpse.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to suppress the sorrowful emotions that were about to burst out of her heart again, and then walked towards Yang Haoran's corpse.

When she arrived at Yang Haoran's corpse, she squatted down and carefully picked up Yang Haoran's corpse from the ground. Her movements were very light and gentle, as if she was afraid that her strength would hurt Yang Haoran's corpse.

After picking up Yang Haoran's corpse, Xu Meijing was ready to leave with Yang Haoran immediately.

Today, she was able to open the earth soul, which was originally a happy thing, but Yang Haoran's death made her unable to feel happy at all.

She had successfully opened the earth soul here, which in a sense made this place her blessed land, but she didn't think so. Yang Haoran's death had turned this place into her sorrowful land.

Although she was a woman, with her strength, she could pick up not only a man but also an elephant without breaking a sweat.

However, at this moment, she felt that picking up Yang Haoran's corpse was both very light and very heavy.

Without any movement from her, the space in front of her automatically split open, forming a space rift.

Her gaze didn't look at the space rift in front of her but instead looked at Yang Haoran's corpse in her arms, finally falling on Yang Haoran's face covered in fresh blood.

"At this moment, I only want to see your fake smile. If you could smile at me now, that would be great. Unfortunately, I can't see it now."

Xu Meijing spoke softly, and despite trying to suppress her emotions, her tone still revealed a hint of sorrow.

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked away, ready to step into the space rift and leave with Yang Haoran's corpse.

However, just as she was about to take a step, she suddenly sensed something, and her facial expression changed instantly. She looked at Yang Haoran's corpse in her arms, and her gaze fell on Yang Haoran's face again.

"Am I hallucinating?"

Xu Meijing stopped in her tracks, looking at Yang Haoran's corpse, which had suddenly spoken. Her tone was uncertain, but more surprised.

In the instant she took a step, she seemed to have sensed a faint life signal from Yang Haoran's corpse.

A corpse was absolutely impossible to emit a life signal, no matter how weak, so she subconsciously felt that she must be hallucinating.

She was unsure if this life signal was real, but she desperately hoped it was!

Originally, she was about to leave with Yang Haoran's corpse immediately, but now she stopped and carefully placed Yang Haoran's corpse on the ground, filled with anticipation, to carefully examine Yang Haoran's corpse. She wanted to be 100% sure whether she was hallucinating or if Yang Haoran really had a life signal!

A few seconds later, a look of surprise appeared on Xu Meijing's face, and after the surprise, her expression turned anxious!

She quickly picked up Yang Haoran's corpse from the ground and rushed into the space rift in front of her, afraid that she would miss something due to her slow speed!

The reason she did so was that during her careful examination, she discovered that Yang Haoran's body indeed still had a faint, extremely weak life signal. Because this life signal was too weak, it was very difficult to detect, and if she hadn't been holding Yang Haoran, she might not have been able to sense it.

This extremely weak life signal might disappear at any moment. Without any healing medicine in the independent space, she could only immediately take Yang Haoran away and try to rescue him. If she delayed, Yang Haoran might really die.

With anxiety in her heart, she didn't dare to waste a single second, which was why she seemed so anxious.