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Her back wound had been cleaned by Ling Yunpo, who ensured that there was no special energy leftover, then properly applied medicine and wrapped it up.

But perhaps due to the damage to her life-bound sword artifact, at this moment, An Zhisu still seemed frail and listless, which was a stark contrast to her usual gentle beauty that carried a brisk vitality.

It was as if Xishi was holding her heart; although weak and powerless, her charm was even greater than before.

Ling Yunpo, sitting beside the sickbed, talked to his senior sister with patience, shedding tears of self-blame, which startled Senior Sister An enough to hastily comfort him, telling him not to take it to heart.

“So at that time, was it because you needed time to activate the Godspeed Talisman?” An Zhisu revealed an expression of realization and laughed, “I was wondering why you didn’t hurry away…”

“In that case, the Frostfall Sword breaking also had some meaning; it at least bought us time to escape.”

“Senior Sister…” Ling Yunpo was at a loss for words, tearfully grateful.

To say “the life-bound sword artifact breaking had meaning,” to what extent was this senior sister indulging me?

“Don’t worry about me,” An Zhisu continued comforting him, “Before Master went into seclusion, he also left the Harsh Cold Sword with me. Even without the Frostfall Sword, I still have a sword I can use.”

“Senior Sister,” Ling Yunpo said earnestly, “one day, I will find an eleventh-rank Immortal Sword to be your life-bound sword artifact!”

The long-absent voice of the Kunlun Mirror also sounded:

[Unyielding Character, Synchronization Value +1.]

But this was indeed boasting—an eleventh-rank Immortal Sword mentioned in ancient texts was without exception famous from being wielded by powerful beings in ancient times.

The junior brother hadn’t even reached the Golden Core Realm, where could he get an eleventh-rank Immortal Sword from?

However, An Zhisu didn’t take his words as a joke but said with a smile:

“Alright, then your senior sister will wait for your eleventh-rank Immortal Sword.”

She extended her little finger and hooked it with the bemused Ling Yunpo.

After a short rest, An Zhisu and Ling Yunpo left the room together to inspect the valley.

They did not encounter any demons, which was quite strange.

In a certain part of the valley, the two found an exit from this world.

Following the passage back to the octagonal hall, Ling Yunpo was startled to realize that the valley was actually the rest area of the seventy-second floor.

Using the Godspeed Talisman over such a long distance, he and his senior sister had somehow made it all the way down to the seventy-second floor… Surviving was extremely fortunate.

Wait, hadn’t the future self said, “I was originally going to face a fatal calamity”?

So, was this simply the result after the timeline had been corrected?

Anyway, since the main purpose of accelerating the Marrow Cleansing was achieved, it was time to leave this place quickly.

In the octagonal hall of the Demon Locking Tower, the upper floors connect to the door of life and death, and on the 1st, 30th, and 50th floors’ doors of life, there are direct exits to the outside world.

Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu kept entering the doors of life, as the number on the floors they were on continuously increased, the light around them gradually brightened.

Upon reaching the fiftieth floor, the surrounding environment changed drastically.

The walls were twisted and deformed, the Everbright Lamps shattered on the ground, and there were large patches of blood from someone unknown, splattered almost everywhere.

The door of life leading to the outside world had been violently torn apart from the inside by some powerful spell, and Ling Yunpo went up to inspect it.

At the severed section, there were clear signs of cold temperature fracturing.

“Junior Brother,” An Zhisu said at his side, “be careful when you go out.”

“Mm,” Ling Yunpo nodded.

The two left through the damaged gate of life. As soon as they reached the outside world, they saw that the sky and earth had changed colors.

Dark clouds filled the air, lightning zigzagged, and countless jiaolong appeared and disappeared within the cloud layers, their prolonged roars and soft growls resonating.

There was also a massive chi dragon coiled around the top end of the Demon Locking Tower, forcefully tugging at it—the tower emitted sounds of unbearable strain, as if it were on the brink of collapse.

An Zhisu suddenly grabbed Ling Yunpo’s arm, and their sword light abruptly accelerated, dodging a gaping maw that had attempted a sneak attack from below.

The two fled desperately through the valley, with the chasing jiaolong relentlessly pursuing them from behind, constantly spitting out a barrage of ice blades that forced them to veer and dodge.

Suddenly, a streak of sword light shot through, instantly piercing the head of the jiaolong and nailing it to the rock wall nearby.

“We have seen the Jade Capital Sect Leader,” Ling Yunpo, recognizing the person, quickly paid his respects.

The Jade Capital Sect Leader, dressed in a Seven Star Daoist Robe, descended from the sky atop a beam of sword light, glancing at him indifferently.

That glance gave Ling Yunpo the illusion of being seen through and through, almost identical to how Qiu Changtian had felt before the Ziwei Master.

Fortunately, it seemed that the Sect Leader of the Shushan Shangqing Faction was not interested in wasting time on them and soon shifted his gaze away, stating indifferently:

“All disciples gather at the Emei Golden Summit for refuge. You two should head there as quickly as possible.”

“Understood!” Ling Yunpo immediately pulled An Zhisu away.

They didn’t dare to fly too high and could only skim close to the ground propelled by their sword light.

A troop of Golden Core True Persons, riding on sword light, swept over their heads with an intimidating aura.

Ling Yunpo squinted and saw, in the farther distance, grand swathes of radiant light that seemed to be the aftermath of the Shushan Sword Immortals clashing with the jiaolong.

Without a doubt, the war unfolding in the skies above Shushan required at least cultivators of the Golden Core Realm to qualify for participation.

As for himself and Senior Sister… it would be best to gracefully exit the stage.

An Zhisu struggled to control the harsh Harsh Cold Sword Light, which was noticeably slower than the original Frostfall Sword, her Life-bound Sword Artifact’s destruction resulting in increasingly severe aftereffects.

Ling Yunpo had no choice but to keep pace, holding her arm and grasping her hand, their fingertips touching at the acupoints as he fed his robust True Yuan into her.

Thankfully, he had stolen thirty years’ worth of cultivation growth in the Cloud Sea Realm, which now afforded him enough True Yuan to support Senior Sister.

An Zhisu squirmed slightly, seemingly embarrassed, but ultimately failed to free herself.

Feeling Ling Yunpo’s True Yuan traveling through her arm and slowly entering the Qi Sea below her abdomen, she felt an indescribable wave of shame.

Considering her current weakness and the critical situation around them, An Zhisu stopped struggling and let her Junior Brother guide her in their escape.

When they finally reached the Emei Golden Summit, they saw a vast light screen drawn by the Xuanguang Ruler, with the entire summit protected within a colorless light barrier.

Various attacks constantly descended upon it, creating ripples on the surface of the barrier.

As they brought Senior Sister to the edge, someone soon noticed the two Shushan disciples and opened a small hole in the Xuanguang Ruler’s shield to let them in.

Just as they entered the light screen, Ling Yunpo saw True Person Jinghua approaching on sword light, who angrily said:

“You two have arrived just in time! Tell me, where exactly is Su Jian?”

Ling Yunpo: ???

He immediately showed a confused expression.