137: It's been very quiet

The white fox phantom, enveloping the dying Dragon Spirit, directly teleported her to Meng Yun's eyes.

It broke through billions of miles, breaking through the Saint God Locking Heaven.

Ignoring everything, it poured out all it had.

The white fox phantom became more and more solid.

In contrast, the aura of the young girl Dragon Spirit rapidly weakened.

Some disciples, with relatively weaker strength and narrower horizons, might not understand what this white fox phantom symbolized; they only felt it was somewhat familiar.

"This is...?"

"Reinforcements or enemies?"

"Dragon Spirit, isn't that Dragon Spirit?!"

"Does that mean the Sect Master is here? We're saved, we're saved!!"

Amidst such exclamations, the faces of many disciples, previously filled with despair, began to show ecstatic joy, and even the Spirit Swords of the battle formation, whose movements had become sluggish, began to dance with renewed agility and speed.

One sword strike cut off a large portion of the close-range chains.

The first to truly react was Saint Wuji.

His white pupils sharply contracted, and his usually indifferent expression showed a slight crack:

"This is... Bai Linglong?!"

"Impossible, with three Saint Emperors entangled with her, she can't be here!"

Demon Emperor Liang's brows were tightly furrowed. This young girl, who inexplicably broke through his blockade and instantly appeared at the center of the battlefield, made him instinctively sense an ominous aura.

His intuition told him that if he couldn't decisively eliminate her and Eastern Abyss here, there was a risk of capsizing in a ditch!

Without the slightest hesitation, Demon Emperor Liang's right arm strangely writhed, and a demonic right hand instantly appeared.

Carrying power capable of destroying the heavens and earth and corrupting everything, the demonic right hand pressed down fiercely towards Dragon Spirit!

Saint God Creation Palm, one palm to extinguish all life!

However, the imagined overwhelming victory did not occur.

Just as the demonic right hand was about to touch Dragon Spirit, the white fox phantom quietly opened its eyes.

With just a casual glance, its originally normal pupil color suddenly turned blood-red.

An invisible light barrier descended, firmly protecting Meng Yun and Dragon Spirit within it.

Even Demon Emperor Liang's attack could not advance an inch.

Everything happened in a flash.

For Meng Yun, he only had time to embrace the young girl.

Then he was deeply moved by the nearly collapsing injuries all over her body.

"Don't move, I'll put you in the spring right now!"

Meng Yun's hands trembled slightly as he hurriedly took out a portion of immortal bodhi spring from his spatial ring.

Dragon Spirit, however, gently reached out and placed her hand on Meng Yun's arm, stopping his movements.

"Master... cough cough, Meng Yun, it's useless..."

Dragon Spirit was perfectly clear about her own injuries.

At this moment, she still had a breath left, but it was merely the white fox phantom on her body acting.

Her physical body had already died.

Her soul no longer belonged to her.

Keeping her alive was not the white fox's true intention either.

She was merely an indispensable anchor point, a mark, one ten-thousandth of the Empress's true body, when the true body descended.

She was originally just a toy casually created by the dignified Empress out of boredom to experience life.

Even her self-sacrifice at this moment, it's hard to say if it was truly her original intention.

However, it no longer mattered.

Dragon Spirit's life had always been simple.

She grew up carefree with Ruyi.

One day when she was seven, Ruyi suddenly lost control of her spiritual energy and fell into a state of frenzy, which attracted Immortal Sect disciples to "exterminate demons."

By chance, the demon was not eliminated, but instead became the Immortal Sect's guardian beast.

Dragon Spirit also recovered and followed Ruyi into the sect, beginning her heaven-defying cultivation life.

Life in the Immortal Sect was monotonous and boring; besides cultivation, it was seclusion.

From a mortal with no spiritual energy to stepping into the Nascent Soul stage, she only took a mere ten years.

Such progress moved even Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader, who had not taken a disciple for a thousand years, to cherish her talent. After much persuasion, he finally managed to trick her into becoming his last disciple.

However, Dragon Spirit barely ever visited her convenient master.

She could dominate the world with her own cultivation, so why listen to an old fossil's constant instructions?

Dragon Spirit, naturally lively and active, habitually kept "boring, boring, so boring" on her lips.

This situation only began to change until that day when a strange barbecue stall suddenly appeared down the mountain.

Dragon Spirit found a new companion, Meng Yun.

Oh, at that time, she didn't know he was Meng Yun, only that he was called Eastern Abyss.

Eastern Abyss was handsome, and his roasted meat made her drool.

Indeed, the first time she tasted his roasted meat, Dragon Spirit's drool flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The days that followed were not long, nor difficult to describe.

Dragon Spirit clung to Meng Yun all day. If he scolded her, she wouldn't move; if he drove her away, she wouldn't leave. Over time, Meng Yun let her be.

Even when she stuck to him like a conjoined twin, Meng Yun no longer resisted. Instead, when he refined a new kind of roasted meat, he would give it to Dragon Spirit to taste first.

Dragon Spirit was extremely satisfied with this period of time. If she had to say what was lacking...

Perhaps it was Ruyi, who always idled about and burrowed into Meng Yun's arms?

This made her very resistant.

She originally thought that such a time would continue forever.

Until they came to Xuanwu Heaven, until he saw Meng Yun descend like a god, saving a woman amidst the chaos of demons.

That woman was not as strong as her, nor as delicate, and her murderous appearance immediately showed she was not to be trifled with.

But it was such a person who received Meng Yun's unique care.

They were inseparable, they faced life and death together.

And she could only watch from afar, not even qualified to feel envy or jealousy.

It was clearly a movie for three people.

Yet she could never have a name.

(Saint Xuanji, still being blanched: Meow meow meow?)

Until Saint Minghe's despair-inducing chains were about to pierce Meng Yun's body.

A certain mysterious memory suddenly awakened from the depths of her soul.

Dragon Spirit suddenly understood.

So that's how it is.

Heh heh.

So... that's how it is.

If sacrificing her life was only to save Meng Yun this time, Dragon Spirit accepted it.

Meeting him was fate, and also tribulation.

Dragon Spirit's cold small hand rested on Meng Yun's arm, a faint smile appearing on her pale, colorless face:

"Meng Yun... you're crying..."

"Don't... cry, if I die, there's still... Bai Linglong..."

Meng Yun's eyes were moist, his voice choked, but he firmly shook his head: "Dragon Spirit is the unique Dragon Spirit, not Linglong!"

A drop of warm liquid fell on Dragon Spirit's forehead.

Being so tightly embraced by Meng Yun, she felt very happy, very warm.

"Heh... silly.

"I'll bring her to you now."

Dragon Spirit lay quietly in Meng Yun's arms, closing her eyes.

Then her body rapidly dematerialized, completely merging into the white fox phantom and disappearing.

Nothing was left behind.

... ...

Meng Yun Pavilion.

Linglong, currently being besieged by three Demon Emperors, had a slight look of anger on her beautiful face, and three of the six fox tails behind her had been neatly severed.

The remaining three, however, remained stubbornly unyielding, each strike carrying an undying spirit.

Space surged, and even time was disrupted.

"Bai Linglong, surrender!"

The three figures exchanged glances, and each unleashed their strongest attacks, chains and scarlet palms, simultaneously striking towards Linglong.

Surrounded, Bai Linglong, for some unknown reason, suddenly stopped all movement.

"What? No longer resisting stubbornly?"

"Then die for me!"

The three Demon Emperors roared, pressing down on Bai Linglong.

Killing Bai Linglong would be a great achievement!

Chii chii chii!

Three fox tails suddenly pierced through the body of one Demon Emperor.

Chii chii chii!!

Another three fox tails.

Chii chii chii!!!

Yet another three fox tails.

Nine fox tails, perfectly distributed, three for each Demon Emperor.

Sending them back to the netherworld.

"Die, die, die!!!!"

"All of you, die!!!!"

Nine pure white fox tails, stained with crimson blood, Bai Linglong's delicate body flickered, chasing after that anchor point.

The Empress, descended!