Ye Xiyue seemed to have fallen into a vast darkness.
Her consciousness became dull, her reactions became sluggish, her mind seemed empty, and there was only a voice lingering deep in her heart.
——Look at me.
She was extremely tired and just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.
She seemed to have an intuition that as long as she did what the voice said, she would no longer be so tired and have a complete rest.
Vaguely, she felt like there was something wrong with this, but she couldn't say it.
When people are extremely tired, they cannot think.
So be it.
she thought.
Just one look and you can get away from it all.
She is really too tired.
The fatigue deep in her soul came like a wave and swallowed her up. She seemed to have no strength to even struggle or lift her fingers.
Her eyelashes trembled, as if they were about to open in the next moment.
But at this moment!
Click!
There was a crisp sound of something breaking, like a sharp needle, piercing into Ye Xiyue's mind!
At this moment, an invisible barrier seemed to be penetrated, and the cold wind poured in from the crack, instantly waking her up!
Ye Xiyue relied on her mental perception to immediately realize what happened——
The Qiankun Ring on her hand was cracked!
It was given to her by Emperor Shitian, and it contained countless rare treasures. Ye Xiyue even joked and asked him if he had given half of the treasury to her.
More importantly, this Qiankun Ring also saved her!
At the old site of the Ancient God, she relied on this Qiankun Ring to withstand the attack of a powerful demigod!
Ye Xiyue never expected that at this moment, the Qiankun Ring would break!
A small crack appeared on the pure black Qiankun ring that looked simple and simple.
A little golden glow flows inside it.
Although it is only a very thin gap, the light coming from it is overflowing with brilliance and is extremely magnificent.
Ye Xiyue woke up and suddenly clenched the Tianwen Sword tightly.
At the same time, Xiaobai also felt that the weight on his shoulders was instantly lighter.
He immediately looked back: "Master!"
The aura around Ye Xiyue stopped rising at this moment!
In the dead corridor, that voice sounded again.
Different from the gentle and calm tone before, this time, his tone was obviously much colder.
"You have a lot of trump cards to be able to get to this point. But - the borrowed power does not belong to you after all. You want to make a comeback. It's just wishful thinking!"
As soon as the words fell, Ye Xiyue heard countless whimpering sounds coming from all around.
Woo——!
Sadness, sadness, despair!
It was like countless people were crying in unison, their voices hoarse, which made people feel sad and couldn't help but feel sad.
At this moment, countless images seemed to flash through Ye Xiyue's mind.
Each frame and scene is filled with the blood and tears of the past.
That feeling of exhaustion came back again.
She pursed her lips, her left hand silently landed on the sword, and then held it tightly!
The sharp blade instantly cut her palm, and blood came out and stained the Tianwen Sword!
The stinging pain made Ye Xiyue wake up instantly. The blood fell on Tianwen Sword and disappeared quickly. The sword became richer and redder.
At first glance, it looks like fire transformed from blood is slowly flowing on it!
Buzz——!
The sword sounds!
…
Duh!
The fourth golden arrow flew out and hit the candle!
The last light disappeared instantly, and everything fell into complete darkness.
Suddenly, Emperor Shitian seemed to feel something, and his heart tightened!