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"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew is yours now," Leng Zhi said, casually tossing the dew to Song Wen.

Song Wen caught the dew, retrieved a jade box, and carefully stored it away before asking, "Pure Origin Heavenly Dew must not touch the ground, or its spiritual essence will dissipate. Why is this dew embedded in the rock wall yet remains unharmed?"

"The rock wall here has been battered by the gale for millennia, transforming it into a wind-attributed spiritual object. Naturally, it won’t contaminate the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew."

As Leng Zhi spoke, she manipulated the tornado to ascend rapidly.

In stark contrast to their perilous descent, ascending proved effortless.

The tornado surged upward, soaring thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

Just as they were about to escape the abyss within a few dozen breaths, a sudden calamity struck.

A blinding light erupted from below, illuminating the pitch-black abyss.

The four felt their hearts tighten, frantically channeling their energy into the formation to escape the abyss as quickly as possible.

However, the light surged upward with terrifying speed, overtaking the tornado in an instant.

Only then did they realize the light was actually silver lightning.

The lightning didn’t coalesce into a single bolt but manifested as countless arm-thick silver serpents, writhing wildly throughout the abyss.

Boom, boom, boom...

Silver snakes relentlessly bombarded the tornado.

Already struggling to maintain its shape against the raging gale, the tornado couldn’t withstand the sustained barrage of lightning. It began to falter, teetering on the brink of collapse.

At the formation’s center, Leng Zhi’s eyes flashed with sudden terror, as if she had recalled something utterly horrifying.

Her expression hardened, and the magic seal in her hands abruptly shifted.

In an instant, Song Wen, Xue Cong, and Heng Ziping felt their Auxiliary Array Disks surge out of control, flying toward Leng Zhi. Simultaneously, a torrent of azure gale erupted from the disks, hurtling toward their faces.

The trio recoiled in shock, completely unprepared for Leng Zhi’s sudden attack.

The disks were too close to activate their defensive magical artifacts in time. They could only frantically condense mana shields.

Yet, contrary to their expectations, the azure gale wasn’t sharp or destructive. Instead, it carried an overwhelming, boundless force. When it struck their mana shields, it hurled them outward.

At the same moment, the tornado began to shrink, collapsing from a towering thirty meters to a mere three meters in diameter.

Though smaller, the tornado became denser and more concentrated. With less surface area exposed to the gale and lightning snakes, it stabilized instantly.

Song Wen, Heng Ziping, and Xue Cong realized they had been ejected from the tornado’s core, unharmed but exposed to the full fury of the howling gale and rampaging lightning serpents.

"Leng Zhi, I’ll remember this debt and repay it tenfold!" Heng Ziping summoned three flying swords, which whirled around him, conjuring countless sword shadows to form a Sword Qi barrier that shredded the onrushing gale and lightning serpents.

Though temporarily safe, he dared not linger and shot upward without hesitation.

Song Wen and Xue Cong faced similar predicaments, each activating their defensive magical artifacts and fleeing upward with all their might.

Leng Zhi, meanwhile, struggled to control four array disks simultaneously. Though her movements appeared frantic, she stabilized the tornado and ascended at breakneck speed, vanishing from the trio’s senses.

Just then, Song Wen noticed the gale weakening.

He immediately understood Leng Zhi’s earlier panic.

The gale was about to change direction!

An ominous premonition surged through Song Wen’s heart.

He was still thirty to forty thousand miles from the abyss’s entrance. Before the gale shifted, escape from the abyss would be utterly impossible.

In that critical moment, Song Wen made a split-second decision.

He reversed direction and plunged toward the abyss’s depths.

The gale had weakened, making it far less difficult to move against the wind than before.

His actions immediately caught the attention of Xue Cong and Heng Ziping.

The two men initially froze in surprise, but they quickly understood Song Wen’s intentions.

Heng Ziping hesitated, unsure whether to ascend or descend.

While it was certain they couldn’t escape the abyss before the gale shifted, the conditions at the bottom remained unknown, making a downward escape equally risky.

In contrast, Xue Cong acted with far greater decisiveness. Upon realizing Song Wen’s plan, he immediately reversed course and pursued him relentlessly.

"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, lend me your strength! I can help you resist the gale and ease your burden."

Xue Cong’s words received no response.

Instead, wisps of Thunderlight erupted from Song Wen’s body, his escape speed doubling as he vanished into the depths.

Xue Cong was stunned.

He had repeatedly extended goodwill toward "Gou Jun," only to be met with complete indifference. Moreover, their combined strength would have benefited Gou Jun as well.

Xue Cong never expected such an unwavering rejection.

"Hahaha..."

Heng Ziping’s slightly mocking voice suddenly rang out.

"Xue Cong, even common folk know: it’s better to rely on yourself than to beg others for help. You’re a Void Refinement Stage cultivator, yet you foolishly sought aid in a crisis. How utterly laughable!"

A colossal, thirty-meter-long sword materialized before Heng Ziping, cleaving through the gang qi and plunging downward.

Having finally grasped the situation, he reversed his direction and followed closely behind the massive blade, hurtling deeper into the abyss.

The sword’s immense force easily tore through the weakened gang qi, dramatically increasing Heng Ziping’s escape speed.

His words still echoed in Xue Cong’s ears as his figure vanished from sight.

Realizing he had fallen behind, Xue Cong felt a surge of resentment mixed with a bitter sense of desolation.

His expression turned icy as he channeled all his power into escaping deeper into the abyss.

"I need no one’s help!"

Pride surged within him, his gaze hardening with determination.

However, the gale surging upward from below rapidly weakened until it vanished completely.

Suddenly— 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Boom!

The gale reversed direction, cascading downward like a celestial river.

Xue Cong felt an oppressive weight crush him, as if ten thousand mountains had descended upon him.

He could no longer maintain his balance and was swept downward by the gale, plummeting into the abyss.

A figure appeared above him, rapidly closing the distance.

Xue Cong recognized Leng Zhi.

Leng Zhi was in dire straits. Her white robes were stained crimson, her body swaying like a feather as she plunged into the abyss with the gale.

Clearly, she too had failed to escape the abyss and had been injured by the sudden reversal of the gale, her situation critical.

(End of the Chapter)

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