"The Burning Lamp Realm, as the name suggests, naturally cannot do without the words 'lamp' and 'oil'."
Elder Cheng stroked his beard and said, "If the oil is sufficient, the flame will flourish; if the oil is exhausted, the flame will be extinguished."
"Commander-in-Chief White's current state is that the oil has been exhausted and the wick has turned to ash. To reignite his heart fire that is about to go out, the logic is simple, it is nothing more than..."
Elder Cheng extended a finger and lightly tapped the position of his heart.
"Adding oil."
Jiang Yuechu's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Adding oil?"
"Exactly." Elder Cheng gave a bitter smile. "It's just that this oil is no ordinary oil. To repair a shattered Foundation and reverse a predestined Karma, ordinary items, even if one consumed a wagonload, would be nothing but a drop in the ocean."
Jiang Yuechu fell silent for a moment and asked, "Since you say so, then such a thing must exist in this world."
Elder Cheng nodded, then shook his head.
"The world is vast, and there is no lack of wonders. Heaven creates all things to nourish man, so how could there not be such a thing that seizes the creation of heaven and earth?"
"Only..."
The old man sighed, his tone full of helplessness.
"Most are just a few strokes in Incomplete Manuals of ancient books; whether they are true or false is yet unknown."
At this point, Elder Cheng paused, his gaze suddenly becoming profound as he looked toward the distant west.
"However, there is one thing that definitely exists."
"What thing?"
"cold jade udumbara."
Elder Cheng slowly uttered those words: "Rumor has it that this item is the essence of Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, gathering Earth Vein Spiritual Qi, taking several millennia to form."
"When the flower blooms, the wind and snow within a hundred-mile radius stop abruptly, and an exotic fragrance fills the air."
"This item has the miraculous effect of seizing the creation of heaven and earth for healing, especially for injuries where the Divine Soul is damaged and the Foundation is shaken... it even has the power to make withered wood meet spring and dead ashes reignite."
Jiang Yuechu's eyes flickered slightly.
Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, Earth Vein Spiritual Qi.
It sounded like something good.
If she could get it, perhaps she really could save this old man before her.
Only... seeing Elder Cheng's hesitant look, Jiang Yuechu could roughly guess a few things.
"In the Demon Court?"
Elder Cheng nodded, his expression bitter.
"Exactly."
"This is a supreme treasure of the Yao Race, how could they easily give it up?"
As the voice fell.
The surroundings fell into silence.
Lü Qinghou and Gu Wanlan, being in the Mountain Gazing Realm, had excellent hearing, so they naturally heard a bit of this conversation.
But... knowing there was a cure.
Yet being unable to save him.
This was more despair-inducing than knowing from the start that death was certain.
To snatch such a supreme treasure from the hands of the Demon Court was no different from pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.
Although the Demon Court had been severely damaged in its previous war with the Great Tang.
Why hadn't they been able to destroy the other side?
Was it not because the other side also had a Demon Saint presiding?
With the current national strength of the Great Tang, if it really came to that point... "Cough... cough cough..."
A burst of violent coughing broke the silence.
White Jade Tower slowly opened his eyes: "No need."
"This old bag of bones has lived for over six hundred years, that's enough. For a dying person like me, to go into that dragon's den or tiger's lair..."
White Jade Tower shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Lü Qinghou and Gu Wanlan, finally landing on Jiang Yuechu.
"It's not worth it."
"The Great Tang is currently in a period of many troubles, and you are all good sprouts. Do not step into that dangerous place for my sake. If even one of you were lost because of me..."
"Even when I reach the Nine Springs, how would I have the face to see my Master..."
After saying that.
The old man closed his eyes, seemingly unwilling to say more.
How could he not want to live?
Not want to see this beautiful land again, or see these few disciples go a bit further?
Only... the price was too high.
So high that his broken body could not bear it.
Jiang Yuechu thought quietly.
The Demon Court... to replicate another Inner Scenery of the level of the great desolation four fierce beasts suppressing mountain chart.
The Dao Cultivation required would likely be an astronomical figure.
Relying only on these scattered demons within the borders of the Great Tang, how long would it take to kill enough?
In that case... the Demon Court should be a pretty good leveling spot... With the fall of the Demon Saint.
The demonic atmosphere lurking in Luling and even the entire Jiangnan West Circuit vanished in an instant.
Several urgent documents, tied to the legs of messenger hawks, soared from Luling, turning into streaks of light and flying in all directions.
Without the suppression of several great demons.
The remaining small fry were nothing more than a heap of loose sand.
There was no need for those big shots in the Mountain Gazing Realm to take action.
The Demon Suppression Division of the Jiangnan West Circuit, now with free hands, had bloodshot eyes and lunged at the fleeing demons with roars.
They had been suppressed for so long, and so many commoners had died.
Now, it was finally time for the reckoning.
As for the forces from other circuits that came to assist, based on the principle of "since we're already here," they didn't stay idle either.
They conveniently killed a few blind demons to accumulate some merit, which was also considered helping out.
Changsha Commandery.
A pure white messenger falcon, like an arrow released from a bow, dove down from the southern sky.
You Wujiang's eyes lit up, his figure surged, and he caught the falcon in one hand.
"It's here!"
He unfolded the secret letter, his eyes scanning it.
The next instant.
His body suddenly stiffened.
"What's wrong?"
Gongsun Lan noticed something was wrong and stood up abruptly.
You Wujiang did not speak.
He just stared blankly at the south, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Gongsun Lan's heart sank, and she snatched the letter from his hand.
"Great Victory at Luling."
"Demon Saint Huiyue, fallen."
These few short words meant that the great mountain that had weighed on the heart of the Great Tang for hundreds of years was finally completely moved away today.
Gongsun Lan let out a long breath of turbid air, just about to show a smile.
But as her gaze moved down the ink, the smile that had just emerged instantly froze on her lips.
"Demon Suppression Division Commander-in-Chief White Jade Tower, the lamp is extinguished, the oil is dry..."
Gongsun Lan slowly raised her head, looking at You Wujiang, who was equally pale.
Both were silent.
To the people of the Demon Suppression Division, White Jade Tower was not just a name.
Since the founding of the dynasty by the Taizu, the Demon Suppression Division had been a wall of iron for the Great Tang.
And the Commander-in-Chief was the backbone that propped up that wall of iron.
Although the Demon Saint was now removed, this price... was simply too heavy.
Looking at the current Demon Suppression Division of the Great Tang, most of the older generation were wasting away in the Mountain Gazing Realm; besides White Jade Tower, there seemed to be no one else who could step into the Burning Lamp Realm.
Although the middle generation had figures like Lü Qinghou, they were similarly stuck in Mountain Gazing, with several years of road left before lighting the heart lamp.
As for the younger generation... she looked at You Wujiang in front of her, and then thought of the Gu family's eldest Young Miss who was once famous throughout the world... it was true they were all Prodigies.
If given time, they might not be unable to prop up this piece of the sky.
But now... it was too early.
Gongsun Lan was about to offer words of comfort when she saw another line of text at the end.
She squinted to finish reading the last bit.
Gongsun Lan couldn't help but curse:
"Holy crap? Holy crap?! This... this..."
Although there were only two short lines, they were more shocking than all the previous sentences combined.
[The one who slew the Demon Saint is Grand Princess Zhaoyue.]
[Slaying a Burning Lamp from the Mountain Gazing Realm!]