30 - The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

## Chapter 8: Tears in the Moonlight Over the Vast Ocean He hadn't become the Immortal Emperor yet. He hadn't avenged himself. He hadn't yet slapped the faces of those beast tamers who looked down on him for taking a dark path. He hadn't... Oh, right. The Netherworld Road. So much time had passed, why hasn't the Netherworld Road been opened yet? As long as the Netherworld creatures sealed within could emerge, he'd have a chance at survival. Jiang Jing waited and waited, and still, there was no turning point, even as Bai Lian raised her sword to strike him. In a mix of shock and anger, he was forced to burn his own divine soul. An immortal can only step into the realm of the Immortal Emperor if they harmonize with the Dao. A complete Dao plus a complete person equals an Immortal Emperor. By burning his divine soul, even if he obtained the Nightblade Demon, ascending to the Immortal Emperor in the near future was out of the question. "You forced my hand! I will kill you, I will definitely kill you!" In his rage-filled roar, Jiang Jing broke free from the binds of the Master of the Past. A crimson light shot skyward. The scent of blood struck terror in all directions. In that instant, he returned to the altar. Bai Lian felt pressure. The impact from straight ahead caused her sleeves to burst inch by inch, cracking her fair skin. Yet she smiled, a brilliant smile. "Too late!" Indeed. Too late. If Jiang Jing had summoned this desperate courage earlier, she might have been defeated before setting foot in the palace. Such an odd sensation. "Did I actually overcome others in terms of courage?" Three years ago, she would have slipped away without a trace. So it seems. In one's heart, there must always be something to hold on to. That's the source of strength! "Moon Calling Sword Technique!" The icy voice escaped Bai Lian's lips. And then. The moon appeared, as the sword descended. Spiritual energy surged, an ice sea rose. The violent winds instantly enveloped both her and Jiang Jing. This was a clash of red against white. At first, Jiang Jing and Bai Lian were evenly matched. Yet Bai Lian was not worried at all. She had accumulated strength for nearly a hundred breaths for this very sword, whereas Jiang Jing, though burning his divine soul, had not yet transformed it into power. Just as Bai Lian expected. After a stalemate of two breaths, the frost shattered the red clouds, and endless sword aura rushed relentlessly towards Jiang Jing's chest. "It's over." Bai Lian said calmly. The stainless sword in her hand automatically embedded itself between the two chests. Her lifted hand slowly fell to her sides. A relieved smile spread across her face. But just then, Jiang Jing's legs suddenly gave out. As he fell, an ugly green face came into Bai Lian's view. "......" "!!!" Bai Lian froze, her eyes widening. What on earth was this? The change happened too swiftly for her to even process it. Buzz— In an instant. The grotesque face opened its mouth in a silent scream. Under the vibrations of invisible waves, the realm of the Master of the Past instantly shattered. The ice sea vanished, the river routes retreated, even the starry river dispersed. All effects vanished at this moment, leaving Bai Lian to stagger and collapse onto the ground, sitting heavily. Her complexion turned pale, now a bloodless grey instead of the vivid icy white from before. And this was merely the beginning.