Arc 3: Part 12
"A'Tong, the gate is about to close. If I return to the Demon World, I won't be able to return to the Immortal World for a short period of time. Are you willing to come with me to the Demon World?"
【Miss, you can't agree,】 666 advised earnestly, 【If he just takes you away, like when he was coughing earlier, that's fine. But if he asks for your opinion, you can only refuse.】
A'Tong sincerely replied to 666, "What a frustrating mission constraint."
【Miss, don't use foul language!】 666 encouraged timidly, 【I believe in you, you are the best!】
Hehe.
A'Tong raised her head, looking solemnly at Tian Xuanzi, faintly smiling and shaking her head, "Senior Brother, my enemy is still here. I want to stay and take my revenge."
"You don't have a spiritual root now, it’s going to be difficult."
"Then so be it." Her expression was firm, her gaze fiery, "Nothing is easy in this world unless you try. Even though I've lost my spiritual root and can't cultivate, I have the Golden Crow Flame. If I can't be a spell or sword cultivator, I still can be a pill or instrument cultivator. There's always a way. Given the great truths and countless possibilities of the world, there must be a sliver of opportunity."
She started to laugh as she finished speaking, her eyes clear as the star-studded skies, reflecting a multitude of scenes.
Tian Xuanzi gave her a glance, and his heart fluttered.
"Some things require stubborn pursuit, even when it means facing the world's opposition and hostility. Aren't you afraid?"
He heard her persistent and resolute voice, as crisp and pure as jade, as clear and clean as ice.
"Let them oppose and view me as an enemy. What does it have to do with me?"
Something flickered quickly in Tian Xuanzi's eyes. He raised his hand slightly and touched her head, nodding with a smile.
"Alright, I'll wait and see how you'll do it."
"My Lord! If we delay any longer, the gate will close," several Demon cultivators urged anxiously, "Once you left the Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Cave, the news reached the Demon World. The Twelve Generals there are restless, the Demon World urgently needs you to maintain order, we can't wait any longer!"
Tian Xuanzi asked, "I told you guys to pick up A'Tong earlier, why are you only here now?"
Lowering their heads in shame, the Demon cultivators responded, "My Lord, we were delayed by a beast on the way, we couldn't make it on time. Please punish us."
"Beast..."
Tian Xuanzi paused for a moment, his eyes filled with a shadowy hue, and he turned to A'Tong:
"A'Tong, the Immortal World is about to be in chaos. Your spiritual roots have been stripped, and your cultivation has been discarded. I'm not at ease leaving you in the Immortal World. Fortunately, when I first reached the stage of transforming God, I ingested a Golden Crow Flame Spirit, which fused with my spiritual roots. Now that you’ve lost your Sky Wood spiritual root and awakened the Golden Crow Flame, you should use my spiritual root."
Use his spiritual root?
But how?
Before A'Tong could ask a question, Tian Xuanzi beckoned, pulling in the little Firebird that had rolled far away. He held A'Tong with his left hand and made a slicing motion with his right hand across his chest.
Shi——
A deep wound, one that exposed bone, ran across his chest!
"Don't!"
"My Lord!"
"Brother, what are you doing? Stop! Are you crazy?"
A'Tong was scared out of her wits. She tried to stop him, but her body was immobilized by Tian Xuanzi. She could only watch as he opened up his chest!
Several Demon cultivators, their eyes red with urgency, roared, "My Lord! You mustn't! The Twelve Generals are already disloyal, their men and horses are ready for you to return, they are preparing to wage war against you, you cannot––"
"Shut up, it's not your place to dictate what I do."
Tian Xuanzi snapped impatiently.
His blood was held in place by spiritual power, not a drop seeping out of the wound. The wound looked even more vicious and horrifying, yet he looked serene, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.
He thrust his hand accurately and ruthlessly into his chest and from the snow-white ribs, he harshly tore off a fiery red and transparent spiritual root!
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