The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?! Chapter 694: The Utmost Respect

In less than two seconds, the blood in the flesh of Li Muyang as a two-year-old child was completely drained.

Even with the replenishnt of top-grade spiritual dicine from within the Qiankun Ring, Li Muyang, who had consud three top-grade spirit pills, only managed to preserve the child's body from destruction.

The cost of summoning the Evil God with the Red Evil Bell was brutally severe.

But the outco was dazzlingly impressive.

The sinister old hag, who cackled piercingly and pushed Li Muyang's psychological limits with her provocations, was directly crushed into ashes by his pale fingers.

In the end, they let out only a shriek of howls.

"Jiang Xiaoyu! We'll be waiting for you at the Ancient Resentnt Well!"

Following that, this monster was crushed into pieces by Li Muyang's all-out strike.

Witnessing the destruction of the evil hag, Li Muyang's eyes were ice-cold.

This group of ancient Evil Gods from the Ancient Resentnt Well were always lingering like malevolent spirits.

It was unexpected that the fall of Little Wild Grass was linked to them.

After taking a deep breath, Li Muyang hovered above the blood sun, looking back at the colossal divine battle on the earth.

The imnse Yellow Robed Immortal was fighting intensely against the master of disaster wielding the Startling Swan Immortal Sword.

Divine blood scattered across the sky like a torrential downpour, splashing onto the earth as bloodthirsty zombies below scurried to take cover.

These bloodthirsty monsters, facing the fierce battle between the two colossi, were actually afraid.

In Li Muyang's vision, he could see two terrifying red life bars floating between heaven and earth.

[Yellow Robed Immortal 73%]

[Master of Disaster 79%]

The mont the master of disaster was resurrected, she regained her true na and was no longer Wu Ming.

With the powerful aid of the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, the master of disaster was barely suppressing the Yellow Robed Immortal, gaining a slight upper hand in the fierce battle.

Li Muyang, suspended high above the blood sun, had now risen above the stature of the two colossal deities.

He, hanging high in the heavens, silently gazed down at the massive battle below.

However, with the demise of the evil hag, the cracks on the shattered bronze sarcophagus were growing wider.

Then, the entire bronze sarcophagus crumbled with a loud detonation, transforming into a dissipating mist of Immortal Spirit Qi.

—This bronze sarcophagus turned out to be ford from the mana of the Yellow Robed Immortal.

With the extinction of the Evil Spirit sealed in the coffin, this mass of Immortal Spirit Qi faded simultaneously.

As the Immortal Spirit Qi vanished, Li Muyang faintly saw the image of an Immortal sighing in sorrow.

That figure appeared to be the Yellow Robed Immortal...

Clearly, this mysterious sarcophagus sealing the Evil Spirit was ford from the concentrated mana of the Yellow Robed Immortal, linked to the essence of his divine soul.

Now that the sarcophagus was destroyed and the Yellow Robed Immortal's residual mana had dissipated, his true form...

Li Muyang lowered his head to look at the fierce battlefield below.

[Master of Disaster 78%]

[Yellow Robed Immortal 47%]

...

The destruction of the bronze sarcophagus had also taken away the power of the Yellow Robed Immortal, visibly weakening him considerably.

The master of disaster, who was only barely suppressing him before, suddenly took the upper hand with the shift in power balance.

Beneath the blood-red sun, the master of disaster swung the Immortal Sword ruthlessly, dealing massive damage to the Yellow Robed Immortal.

The colossal form of the Yellow Robed Immortal ruptured with countless wounds.

The gushing blood from the wounds, like a Milky Way in reverse, sprawled across the sky.

[Yellow Robed Immortal 43%]

[Yellow Robed Immortal 37%]

[Yellow Robed Immortal 34%]

...

Once the balance of battle was lost, it swiftly beca a one-sided affair.

The Yellow Robed Immortal, originally locked in fierce combat, saw his power wane and was soon surrounded by peril, repeatedly struck by the sword.

Great gashes grew more nurous upon the massive True Immortal's body, his retreating steps growing ever larger.

Finally, with nowhere left to retreat, the Yellow Robed Immortal was beheaded by a single strike of the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, and a sky full of fresh blood sprayed out.

Li Muyang, who had been overlooking the battle from above, witnessed with his own eyes that the imnse body of the True Immortal fell heavily, flattening several tall mountains upon impact with the ground.

At this mont, he felt a great burden lift and let out a long sigh of relief.

The Land of Curse, at last, was cleared!

But with the death of the Yellow Robed Immortal, the secret realm world, now devoid of its Artifact Spirit, began to collapse.

The collapse of the secret realm world started from the edges of the realm, at the very end of the horizon.

Watching the spatial collapse unfold in the distance, Li Muyang furrowed his brows and imdiately took out the Ark Token.

During such a collapse, not even a True Immortal could counter the massive tearing force of a collapsing spaceti; one must not be drawn into it.

He transmitted his voice to the huge disaster below: "Leave quickly! The secret realm world is collapsing!"

Clutching the Ark Token, Li Muyang also had the manual for the Ark from the outer realms, which allowed him to return to the real world anyti with the token.

He wanted to take the disaster and the Water God with him; he even wanted to bring along the Kunwu God and the Extre West God.

All of these deities were allies who had helped him; he couldn't bear to watch these benevolent beings die tragically.

However, as soon as Li Muyang finished speaking, a flash of sword light appeared in his field of vision, and the Startling Swan Immortal Sword that he had lent to the disaster transford into a shooting star, flying up and returning to his hand.

With it ca the disaster's calm and indifferent voice.

"…All creatures within the Ark from beyond carry the curse of The Peaceful Realms, they should not return to the mortal world."

"If the curse of The Peaceful Realms spreads in the world ten thousand years later, all the hard work of the Yellow Robed Immortal and the gods of the Extre West Temple will have been in vain."

"Thank you for your concern, Ascendant. But we cannot leave."

"Your arrival, your power, has already helped us too much."

"For the final part of this journey, please let us walk it ourselves... farewell."

After the disaster spoke, its imnse figure quickly shrank.

From high above, Li Muyang saw the reduced figure of the disaster step into the sandstorm of the Ark from the outer realms.

The voice of the disaster dissipated, replaced by that of the Water God.

"Thank you, Ascendant."

Then ca the timid thanks from the Kunwu God.

"Thank you, Ascendant…"

Finally, it was the weak mutter of the Extre West God, Qing Zhonghuo.

"I vaguely feel the Evil Qi of the Thousand-Eyed Blood God on you… Ascendant, be careful of this fierce god, He is very fearso."

From within the sands of the outer realms below ca a gentle white light.

That white light landed on Li Muyang, and on his shoulders, two flas—one on each side—briefly erged.

Although the flas fizzled out the mont they ignited, Li Muyang still distinctly felt a warm and gentle power infuse his body.

[Extre West God's Blessing: Attributes 20%, Thousand-Eyed Blood God Damage -10%]

In the upper right corner of Li Muyang's vision appeared a special BUFF.

The duration of this BUFF was... infinite?

Seeing this, Li Muyang fell silent.

The deities, who had survived the dark calamity and struggled for survival in the secret realm world for ten thousand years, had chosen to perish along with the realm.

They were unwilling to return to the outside world, fearing the spread of the curse of The Peaceful Realms to the mortal realm...

The Extre West God, even at the last mont, was still concerned about him.

Though they were not closely acquainted, having only briefly fought on the sa side...

Li Muyang's fingers silently tightened around the Ark Token in his hand.

But in the end, he said nothing more, nor did he try to persuade them further.

He simply bowed deeply to the several deities above the outer realms' Ark, and then, using the Ark Token, he left the secret realm.

Departing without a word was his utmost respect for these deities!