It feels like showing off a man's tactical layout, so childish.

The Yin Corpse Army of Yin Kui couldn't withstand the prepared Spirit Clan. Seeing that the entire army was about to be annihilated, even Yin Kui was trapped in a desperate battle...

"Swoosh!" Sisi swung her dagger, slicing across Yin Kui's arm, a wind blade silently directed at her back.

Someone was launching a surprise attack!

Though Sisi normally shouldn't have such Spiritual Sense, for some reason she seemed to have known all along. Her graceful body gently flipped in the dusk, narrowly avoiding the wind blade that passed by her and vanished.

It was none other than Feng Yin, previously fleeing south like a stray dog, hoping to "redeem himself" in this battle.

"The wind... the moment it arose, I knew." Sisi glanced back with her beautiful eyes, a seductive smile playing on her lips: "Is this fate? Just like that, finding what eluded you with ease."

Feng Yin: "?"

Sisi disregarded Yin Kui, who was roaring amidst the Spirit Clan Elder and the Blood Turtle assaults. Her crystalline bare feet tread the void under the moonlight, as if strolling on the gentle breeze: "The best wizard in my clan told me, Master has at most seven days left... I led the group out, and today seems to be the seventh day..."

Feng Yin looked bewildered, questioning what her master dying had to do with him. Did he even know the person?

"After hearing of you, he's been unreconciled, wanting to prove who truly qualifies to represent the wind... Even suspecting he couldn't breakthrough because you were the obstacle, that maybe there's an issue with the order of divine manifestation, obstructing his path." Sisi spoke softly: "I think there might be a bit of truth to that... Perhaps, if you die, he might breakthrough?"

"Are you insane?" Feng Yin cursed loudly: "For anyone to breakthrough, their vital spirit must be at its peak, who told you that an old man with just seven days to live could do so? Not my problem!"

Yet this didn't refute the issue of order of precedence; perhaps there was some slight impact... If someone has already become the representative, there shouldn't be a second one.

"Regardless if it concerns you, I'm here with the Wind's intent, and the one I seek is you. Originally, I thought to look for you after this battle, but unexpectedly you delivered yourself..." Sisi looked Feng Yin up and down, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes: "Injured badly... Perhaps even killing you isn't much of a feat?"

Feng Yin turned to flee.

Running into one setback after another, on top of that now encountering a madwoman... Unexpectedly, the Spirit Clan fought the Yin Corpse Army without even a scratch, was Yin Kui eating dirt?

Thinking of this, a fragrant breeze swirled around his nose.

Feng Yin's heart skipped a beat, sensing the impending doom.

The fragrance was being carried by the wind, its speed sending the scent to his nose. But with his Wind Control running at full throttle to escape, how could another wind catch up?

Turning back, he saw Sisi's pretty face beside him, smiling as he turned towards her: "Is this all to your Wind Control?"

"Swoosh!" Feng Yin swiftly struck, aiming for Sisi's side ribs.

Sisi twirled gracefully in the air, like a Heavenly Girl dancing.

The floral fragrance grew stronger.

Feng Yin's consciousness blurred momentarily, quickly realizing the danger.

It wasn't just his wounds slowing him down, but more critically, his inability to control the wind due to his injuries. The surrounding winds no longer obeyed, fully under her grasp.

"Is this the great Ancient Demon God?" Sisi sighed softly: "He often lamented that Ancient Demon Gods were petty and incapable, like creatures unable to uphold a wall... Seeing it firsthand, it proves true."

A bone dagger, radiating a metallic blue hue, had unknowingly cut across Feng Yin's chest and abdomen, lighter than wind, subtler than fragrance.

"Do you think you can't control the wind due to injuries? It's because the wind has abandoned you." Walking barefoot under the moon, she ignored Feng Yin behind her, continuing to attack the embattled Yin Kui.

Feng Yin looked down at his chest wounds, the blood dripped, carried with the wind, seemingly with the whispering sound of "ssss".

Is this the sound of the wind?

As if separated by two epochs, he had forgotten the wind's voice and how he once proved the power of the wind...

Right, he wasn't human to begin with.

Tang Wanju said, wandering the world with the wind, concealing within the clouds, that's what Feng Yin means.

He was a representative of his line, an Innate Demon God... In a certain sense, merely a portion symbolic of the Heavenly Dao, but he had strayed.

With the wind deserting him, the remaining "divine essence" was no different from a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

Feng Yin collapsed with a boom onto the Xiangxi land, the distant Xiaoxiang flowing east, and his body gradually dissipated with the wind, turning hazy. In a dizzy moment, some crystal clear Qi seemed to infiltrate Sisi, symbolizing a handover and legacy.

Almost simultaneously, sitting quietly fishing by Erhai, Ye Wuzong suddenly looked to the sky and laughed, dropping his rod: "I know, so I go."

The Spirit Clan guards beside him looked at each other, cautiously approaching to check, only to find the old man had already closed his eyes with a smile, silent and still.

"If this is fate..." Ye Jiuyou paused for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Who is manipulating destiny?"

The blind one playfully tilted his head: "The Heavenly Dao has its own arrangements, who can manipulate it?"

Ye Jiuyou coldly remarked: "The matters of destiny are immense, don't find yourself entangled..."

The blind one smiled brilliantly: "You better keep an eye on your own gamble first."

Their thoughts spanned endless rivers and mountains, arriving again at the Holy Mountain of the Northern Desert.

The guards in the Divine Hall, thrown into chaos, were thoroughly wiped out by the renewed grand style of Li Shentong, Zhao Changhe and others were scouring for the Secret Realm's entrance.

The typically well-hidden entrance, unexpectedly, was soon directly spotted by Zhao Changhe.

"This feeling of Blood Evil is..."

Though Longevity Heaven may embody destruction, overall it's closer to natural forces compared to Taoist skills, it's more inclined towards majesty, vastness, suppression, rather than a harmonious sky. But in any natural form, it's unrelated to Blood Evil, nor related to any upgrade mode.

Yet in this Divine Hall, permeated with the majesty of nature, Zhao Changhe who was tuned to Blood Evil distinctly sensed a familiar aura hidden within the vast Heavenly intent, one others wouldn't detect.

"It's definitely the Blood Evil Power, and quite standard, belonging to Lie." Zhao Changhe examined an unassuming sculpture for a moment, then spoke softly: "Xue Canghai once mentioned, the missing final Treasure Bead of the Blood God Array Plate is in the Longevity Heaven Temple, sensed through the Array Plate, surely accurate. Since the Blood Evil intent is here, the temple's Secret Realm must be here too."

He took a deep breath, lifting the giant Divine Axe.

Lightning flickered, muscles bulged, clothes ripped apart.

Like a giant wielding an axe, ready to split the heavens.

"Boom!" The Divine Axe crashed down heavily, the ground splitting open with a rumble.

The unique aura of ancient vastness finally presented itself before everyone's eyes.

The so-called "this group can't even breach the secret realm", the fact proved that it took less than half a stick of incense's time, more efficient than rummaging at home for a misplaced item.

Ye Jiuyou's expression grew stern, and the blind one asked blandly: "Now, who do you think is manipulating this fate?"

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