The petal, like a sharp blade, pierced through Long Chen's body. Golden blood gushed out, and the petal, like melted ice, actually merged into Long Chen's body.
"Buzz!"
Long Chen's long hair flew wildly, veins bulging on his forehead. His whole body trembled, as if enduring endless pain, yet he still reached out without hesitation to grab another petal.
"What is he up to?"
Yu Xiaoyun looked anxious. If Long Chen died, how could Qing Xuan's personality survive alone? Even if Qingxuan survived, her life would be worse than death.
"He's grafting the Underworld Emperor's mark onto himself. This silly child..." Jiang Huixin looked at Long Chen, feeling both moved and sad.
To save Yu Qingxuan, Long Chen even gave up his own life, but so what? Isn't Qingxuan going to follow him?
"Pfft...
Long Chen grabbed another petal and stabbed it into himself. His body trembled again, but Long Chen gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"No, Long Chen, if you die, what meaning do I have left in living? You can't be so selfish. You still have sisters like Mengqi, Chu Yao, Ye Zhiqiu, and Tang Wan'er waiting for you. Yu Qingxuan cried and pleaded.
She wanted to struggle, but under the suppression of the laws of the underworld, she couldn't move at all. She could only watch helplessly as Long Chen used self-harm to pull out the Hell Flower.
"Puff puff puff... Long
Chen grabbed the petals one by one, inserting them into his body one by one. The pain, the intense pain—an agony he had never experienced before, even more agonizing than refining his spirit.
But Long Chen didn't care. He had endured even greater pain. Back when he watched Yu Qingxuan fall on the Tianwu Continent, that pain was thousands or hundreds of times greater than now.
As Long Chen pierced the petals, the pattern of the Hell Flower gradually appeared on his back. When Long Chen pierced the last stamen, Yu Qingxuan's body suddenly relaxed, and she was able to move in an instant.
"Long Chen... Yu
Qingxuan suddenly hugged Long Chen tightly. She was afraid he would push her out. She wasn't afraid of death, but she was afraid that Long Chen was no longer in her world.
"Qingxuan, you have to believe me. I won't let you leave me, and I won't leave you either." Long Chen looked at Yu Qingxuan and said.
Long Chen controlled his voice, but it had completely changed—hoarse, even his intonation had changed.
Tears welled up again in Yu Qingxuan's eyes, her jade hand gently stroking Long Chen's face: "It must hurt, right..."
"It doesn't hurt, it's still within my bearing, but without you, I'll be in unbearable pain." Long Chen comforted Yu Qingxuan, saying,
"Go back. Next, I want to fight this Nether Emperor. What right does he have to call me father-in-law?"
Yu Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said, "If you fail, I'll stay with you." Long
Chen nodded, and only then did Yu Qingxuan release his hand. With a gentle push, Yu Qingxuan escaped from the endless deathly aura and flew toward Vermilion Bird City.
Seeing Yu Qingxuan fly out, Jiang Huixin grabbed her, choking back tears and being so moved she couldn't utter a single word.
Yu Qingxuan comforted her mother, but her eyes remained fixed on Long Chen. Not just Yu Qingxuan, but everyone else was looking at Long Chen.
Everyone's hearts tightened, their hearts stuck in their throats. Long Chen had endured continuous battles, nearly at the end of his life. How could he possibly fight the supreme Nether Emperor?
For a moment, the entire world fell into dead silence. The messengers from hell had stopped playing music and stood there motionless.
Long Chen slowly floated toward the enormous sedan chair. With the clicking sound, the chains slowly unlocked, revealing pitch darkness inside, with a surge of netherworld energy surging like the mouth of a wild beast, sending chills down one's spine.
Long Chen took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time formed hand seals. To everyone's shock, they discovered that the Hell Flower behind Long Chen was trembling uncontrollably and eventually merged into Long Chen's body.
"Boss, what are you up to?" Guo Ran exclaimed in surprise—Long Chen had actually absorbed the Hell Flower? Can you still get rid of it?
Even Ye Wusheng above the void couldn't help but shrink his pupils:
"Is this ... Could it be that he wants ...?"
At this moment, everyone was stunned. They had no idea what Long Chen was doing, nor what he was thinking.
Suddenly, Long Chen opened his left eye. In the endless darkness, the shadow of a hellish flower quietly appeared.
"Buzz"
The moment Long Chen opened his left eye, heaven and earth trembled, and a massive phantom enveloped all the hell messengers.
"The Eye of Purgatory, Hellflower Blooms." Long Chen roared in fury, his voice shaking the heavens and earth.
"Boom!"
The Hell Flower suddenly bloomed, and the hell envoys along with the massive sedan shattered with a thunderous crash, turning into a sky full of divine light.
"He actually mastered the power of hell?"
At this moment, even Ye Wusheng was shocked. She looked into Long Chen's eyes, the glint in them flickering uncertainly, lost in thought.
"Long Chen... Yu
Qingxuan cried out in pain. Black blood trickled from Long Chen's left eye, trickling down the corner of his eye, making it a shocking sight.
Moreover, after Long Chen used this eye technique, his expression instantly dimmed, as if his entire soul had been drained.
Yu Qingxuan was filled with heartbreak. Long Chen had given so much for her. Just as she was about to rush toward him, a massive whirlpool suddenly erupted at the Gate of Hell in the sky.
"Buzz!"
Long Chen, already exhausted and frustrated, was instantly sucked away. This turn of events caused the powerful figures present to gasp in shock.
"Aren't you going to make a move yet?"
Ye Wusheng watched as Long Chen was sucked into the Gate of Hell. She gripped her dagger tightly, her eyes fixed on the gate. According to her calculations, someone should have intervened.
But no one made a move. In an instant, Long Chen arrived at the Gate of Hell. Once he passed through, the gate would close, and Long Chen would never return.
"Damn it, I'm going all out."
Long Chen roared, suddenly spreading his hands, his soul space trembling, and a bronze cauldron appeared in his grasp.
"Go to hell, Underworld Emperor."
Long Chen shouted, his remaining strength completely untouched, regardless of whether it worked or not, pouring it all into the bronze cauldron and smashing it fiercely toward the Gate of Hell.
This was Long Chen's final trump card. The dragon clan powerhouse had said that unless absolutely necessary, he could not use this bronze cauldron. Now, he had no choice but to take the risk and try.
"Boom!"
Amidst the earth-shattering roar, hellThe gate shattered, the sky curtain was pierced, and as soon as the sacred runes lit up on a bronze cauldron, it instantly extinguished, turning into a streak of light that shot toward Long Chen, vanishing the moment it approached him.
Above the heavens, the Gate of Hell had disappeared, but in the void, the mark of an ancient cauldron was embedded there, lingering for a long time.
"This is a disaster."
Looking at the ancient cauldron mark, Ye Wusheng murmured.