Published: February 26, 2025
“Husband, you should quickly enter the Tower of Longing for the Lord to recover from your injuries,” Tan Yun recalled Shen Subing's choked voice in his mind.
Just as Tan Yun was about to recover, a roaring voice filled with murderous intent echoed from the sky, belonging to the high priest: “Damn the remnants of the Immortal Ancient Divine Race, today this high priest will definitely slay you!”
“It’s Zi Xi’s voice!” Tan Yun's anxious gaze released divine consciousness, and through it, he discovered the injured Fang Zixi, whose left arm had been severed by the high priest’s sword.
“Zi Xi, wait for me! I’ll come to help you!” Tan Yun shouted while spitting blood, gripping the severed xuanwu tailbone in his left hand and forcefully pulling it out. He transmitted a message to the women in the Tower of Longing for the Lord: “Stay inside the tower, don’t come out!”
“Don’t worry, the one who will die in the end will definitely be the high priest!”
After transmitting the message, Tan Yun waved his right arm, and the Tower of Longing for the Lord flew out of his sleeve, falling into the battered mountains below.
“Come back!”
With a thought, the primordial chaos god-slaying sword, Golden Mercy, and the Seven-Colored Divine Spear from the xuanwu’s corpse soared into the air and entered his brow.
“Husband, you must be careful!”
“Husband, you must save sister Zi Xi!”
As the voices of his wives echoed in Tan Yun's mind, he, now heavily injured and with his life force rapidly waning, began to lose his sanity.
Yet, he held only one thought in his heart: at all costs, he must kill the high priest with Fang Zixi!
“Roar!” Tan Yun let out a beast-like roar, and immediately, blood streamed from his giant eyes, ears, and nose, as he self-ignited the primordial dao emperor soul.
Instantly, a powerful force filled his entire body, enough to sustain Tan Yun for a moment without dying.
At this moment, Tan Yun did not use the divine ability Source of Light to recover; he had his own plans.
Because it was not yet the critical moment to eliminate the high priest.
“Woo—”
In the next instant, an overwhelming wind dao emperor power erupted from within Tan Yun, carrying with it a vortex reaching ten thousand miles high as he activated the primordial divine step, heading toward the sky above the Inner Sect territory.
“Tan Yun, don’t come over! I can still hold on!” The anxious voice of Fang Zixi echoed in Tan Yun's mind. “He’s only slightly injured right now; your coming will do nothing!”
“Don’t act impulsively! Let me heavily injure him first, then we will kill him together!”
Hearing this, Tan Yun transmitted to Fang Zixi: “Zi Xi, I’m going to heavily injure him right now. Don’t worry about me; don’t forget I am from the Immortal Ancient Divine Race. I have kept my three great divine abilities only for the high priest.”
“Zi Xi, listen to my command later!”
After hearing this, Fang Zixi, who had narrowly escaped several dangers caused by the high priest, finally felt reassured and transmitted back, “Okay, I will listen to you!”
Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, a moment was approaching.
In the sky above the Inner Sect territory, the high priest, with a twisted expression, left another sword wound on the defenseless Fang Zixi’s back. He stood in mid-air, suddenly turning around to see the vortex of wind dao emperor power rapidly approaching him, and laughed maniacally: “You little bastard, come at me!”
“You've come! This high priest will send you on your way together, hahahaha, ahahahaha!”
The high priest did not believe that Tan Yun could injure him; he had already seen the scene of Tan Yun being heavily injured through divine consciousness.
In his mind, if Tan Yun were unharmed and joined forces with Fang Zixi, he, who had exhausted much of his power, still had the strength to fight back. Moreover, now both Tan Yun and Fang Zixi were severely injured?
Thus, he didn’t take the approaching Tan Yun seriously at all.