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The candle flame of his life was about to be extinguished.

Within his mental space, a ghost that burned with dense white flames let out a ghastly, terrifying voice, which caused people's hair to stand on end and their scalps to go numb.

This was a ferocious and terrifying ghost. It had snow-white teeth, empty eyes like a dead fish, and an illusory black body. There was not a single trace of life on it.

Step by step, he walked towards the only pure land in his mind — the spiritual sea. Everywhere he passed, there was dead silence, an aura of death suffused the air around him, and life force dissipated.

Ling Yun's vital energy and blood began to decline, his flesh and blood gradually lost its luster, his skin became flabby, his black hair became yellow, and his eyes became sunken, looking lifeless …

"Ling Yun!" Ling'er and Qin Feng cried out in fear. They wanted to separate the black Dark Asura Hall from Ling Yun's arms, but before they could do so, their hands were repelled. A majestic aura of death assaulted them.

If it wasn't for the fact that they were in a critical moment, the Scarlet Feather Sword would have been shaken and the boundless holy might would have permeated the air. If it wasn't for the fact that the Scarlet Feather Sword had been shaken and the boundless holy might had been released, the scarlet flames would have scorched the world.

Ling Yun sat cross-legged. His vital energy and blood were already withered, and his long black hair that had a sheen to it had turned yellow. His sparkling white skin was slack like old tree bark, his eyes sunken like a demon's, and his body emitting a majestic and deadly aura.

At this moment, he was like an old man that was about to die. His lifespan was running out and he was on his way to death, heading towards the Gates of Hell.

Within his spiritual space, Ling Yun's consciousness had long since retreated and entered his spiritual body. He gritted his teeth to resist the incoming death aura, and within his spiritual sea, a wave of purple spiritual energy surged.

Cracks appeared on Ling Yun's spirit body. It was as if he was an exquisite porcelain doll filled with cracks. He stood in the air above his spirit sea. The rolling waves did not affect him at all.

Even though he was severely injured, his expression did not change. His little face was solemn as he constantly formed hand seals.

Strands of golden light were released, illuminating the world. A golden wheel of light appeared behind him, making him look like a divine manor.

The golden light illuminated the spiritual space, bringing with it a holy and holy aura. It seemed to be able to purify all the foul air in the world.

In the purple spiritual space, besides the gray ghost fog that filled the air, there was another round of pure light that was like a small golden sun, trying to expel the darkness.

Behind the purple crystal spirit body, the golden Sky Wheel floated up and down like a small golden sun, illuminating the world with golden light, expelling the death aura as well as the ghost fog.

In his eyes, there was an unyielding intent. Golden light flowed and ancient symbols flowed. Faintly, the heavenly music of the Great Dao resounded throughout this mysterious land, which had originally been a pure land.

At this moment, in a life or death situation, Ling Yun was completely calm, without any distractions in his mind, neither joy nor worry. He was detached from the world and forgot that he was in a life or death situation.

He was evolving his own dao. His cultivation was lacking and only the power of the Heavenly Dao was able to resolve the crisis before him.

The golden light in his eyes shone like a small golden sun rising and falling. It emitted a dazzling golden splendor that had ten thousand lines of traces revolving within it. The golden light became increasingly brighter as the divine links interweaved.