I walk sideways in the game world

Chapter 119: Divine Fire Burns Evil

Ren Xiaoyao gently set Xia Lin aside, stood up, and slowly drew the longsword from his back. The blade emanated a faint cold light, illuminating his now resolute expression. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he grasped Xia Lin's wrist, carefully feeling her pulse. His brow furrowed as he whispered, "The evil energy within you... is surprisingly similar to the 'breath of the netherworld' recorded in ancient texts!"

Xia Lin was stunned and asked weakly, "Xiaoyao, are you saying...?"

"I once read in an ancient book that the Netherworld Breath was an extremely evil force from ancient times that could devour people's will and control their minds." Ren Xiaoyao's face was solemn. "If I'm not mistaken, the Netherworld Cult's goal this time is not just to disrupt the Immortal Sect Conference. They also want to use this evil force to control the entire world of immortal cultivation!"

"This...this is terrible!" Xia Lin's face turned pale. She knew very well how terrible this evil power was.

"But there's also a record of an ancient immortal technique in ancient books that can seal the Netherworld Breath. It's just..." Ren Xiaoyao searched through his entire storage bag but couldn't find any ancient books that recorded that immortal technique. "It's just that my memory isn't complete, and it requires some special materials..."

"Don't worry, Xiaoyao, we will find a way." Xia Lin endured the pain and took out a bottle of ointment from her bosom and handed it to Ren Xiaoyao. "This is the healing medicine I developed. Please send it to the other injured brothers and sisters."

Ren Xiaoyao accepted the ointment, knowing now was not the time for sadness or despair. He settled Xia Lin in a safe place, then, carrying the ointment, rushed to the injured disciples. Xia Lin, despite her frail body, used her exceptional medical skills to heal the injured disciples. Her gentle words, deft technique, and respect for life earned her the admiration and trust of everyone.

As the night deepened, the entire Immortal Sect was shrouded in a haze. However, within this dark night, a glimmer of hope was quietly rising...

"Found it!" Ren Xiaoyao ecstatically closed an ancient book and excitedly said to Xia Lin, who was caring for the wounded, "I finally found a way to seal the Netherworld Breath!"

Ren Xiaoyao excitedly ran over to Xia Lin with the ancient book in hand, pointed to a page, and said hurriedly, "Look, the key to sealing the Netherworld's Breath lies in this 'Heavenly Heart Grass'! Ancient books record that Heavenly Heart Grass grows on the peak of Kunlun Mountain, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, and possesses the power to purify all evil spirits!"

Xia Lin endured the discomfort in her body and carefully read the records in the ancient book. Her brows gradually relaxed. "Xiaoyao, this Tianxin Grass is indeed the key to sealing the Nether Breath, but Kunlun Mountain is full of dangers. We need to take a long-term view."

At this time, Fairy Lingxiao and Taoist Qingfeng also rushed over after hearing the news. They carefully studied the contents of the ancient books and agreed that Tianxin Grass was their only hope.

"There is no time to lose, Xiaoyao. Taoist Qingfeng and I will set off to Kunlun Mountain immediately to look for Tianxin Grass." Fairy Lingxiao made a prompt decision, showing the decisiveness of an elder.

"No, Kunlun Mountain is a long way away and full of dangers. It's too risky for you two to go there." Ren Xiaoyao said worriedly.

"Xiaoyao, don't worry. Senior Sister Lingxiao and I are both veterans of the battlefield. We still have the ability to protect ourselves." Taoist Qingfeng stroked his beard and said in a calm tone, "What's more, the Immortal Sect is in danger now. We must race against time."

"Xiaoyao, don't worry about letting them go. I'll take care of them here." Xia Lin held Ren Xiaoyao's hand and said firmly, "Your top priority now is to conserve your energy and strive to master the method of sealing the Nether Breath as soon as possible."

Ren Xiaoyao looked at the people who risked their lives for the safety of the Immortal Sect, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration. He nodded solemnly and handed the task of collecting other materials to other disciples of the Immortal Sect.

At the same time, Zi Yang Zhenren gave a secret speech in the main hall of the Immortal Gate. He knew that facing the threat of the Netherworld Sect, relying on force alone was not enough, and what was more important was unity and solidarity.

"My fellow disciples, the Immortal Sect is facing an unprecedented crisis. The Netherworld Cult's evil claws have already reached us!" Zi Yang Zhenren's voice was loud and firm. "However, evil cannot prevail over good. I believe that as long as we unite as one, we will be able to defeat evil and protect the glory of the Immortal Sect!"

Zi Yang Zhenren's speech deeply inspired everyone present. They raised their weapons high, their eyes filled with determination and hope.

In the night, a chill wind blew fiercely from the summit of Kunlun Mountain. Fairy Lingxiao and Taoist Qingfeng struggled to climb... Meanwhile, deep within the Immortal Gate, Ren Xiaoyao sat cross-legged, holding an ancient book in his hands. Inscribed on it were the words: "Seal the Breath of the Netherworld"...

"Are you ready?" Charlene's voice rang out in the silent room, breaking the dull atmosphere.

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, a gleam in his eyes...

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them. The ancient tome in his hand contained the key to sealing the Netherworld's Breath—an ancient immortal technique called "Sparks of Fire Spreading Across the Prairie." This technique was powerful, but extremely difficult to practice, and the slightest inadvertent practice could lead to obsession.

"Xiaoyao, are you ready?" Xia Lin asked softly, her eyes full of worry and expectation.

"I'm ready." Ren Xiaoyao said firmly, his eyes gleaming with confidence. He knew that in order to protect the Immortal Sect and the people he loved, he had to take on this responsibility.

Under the careful protection of Xia Lin and Fairy Ling Xiao, Ren Xiaoyao began his "Sparks Spreading Across the Prairie" cultivation. Fairy Ling Xiao slowly infused her own Qi into Ren Xiaoyao, helping him to unclog his meridians and stabilize his mind. Xia Lin, beside him, softly chanted ancient mantras to protect him from the invasion of his inner demons.

The training process was extremely difficult. Ren Xiaoyao felt as if he were in a blazing purgatory, with every breath accompanied by excruciating pain. But he gritted his teeth and persevered, because a raging fire always burned in his heart, a faith to protect and a sense of responsibility.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and a powerful wave of energy filled the room. Finally, with a long roar, Ren Xiaoyao broke through the final bottleneck and successfully mastered the essence of "Sparks Spreading Across the Prairie."

He slowly stood up, and a powerful aura gushed out of him, shattering the tables and chairs in the room. Xia Lin and Fairy Ling Xiao looked at him with satisfaction, their eyes filled with joy and pride.

When the news spread, the entire sect was shaken. Even the elders who had been skeptical of Ren Xiaoyao began to waver after witnessing his strength.

"This power... Can it really lead us to defeat the Netherworld Cult?" An elder muttered to himself, with a complicated look in his eyes.

In the end, some elders chose to defect, believing that only by uniting together could they overcome the crisis. And Ren Xiaoyao was their last hope.

"Xiaoyao, what should we do next?" asked Fairy Lingxiao, her eyes full of anticipation.

Ren Xiaoyao looked around, a gleam of light in his eyes: "Pass the order, gather all the disciples, prepare..."

"Pass the order down, gather all disciples, and prepare to attack the Nether Valley at night!" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed, and his tone was firm and decisive.

"A night attack on the Nether Valley?!" Fairy Lingxiao was shocked. The Nether Valley is the base camp of the evil forces. It is shrouded in thick Netherworld aura all year round. It can be said to be a den of dragons and tigers.

"That's right," Ren Xiaoyao said firmly, "Now that I have mastered 'Sparks Spreading Across the Land', I can temporarily seal the Netherworld Breath. This is our only chance!"

The news shook the entire Immortal Clan. Though fear still lingered, the confidence and determination emanating from Ren Xiaoyao infected everyone. They knew this was a decisive battle, and only by fighting to the death could they protect their homeland.

As night fell, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting a chilling light. Ren Xiaoyao, leading the disciples of the Immortal Sect, quietly approached the Nether Valley. At the valley's entrance, a thick, dark aura swirled like a black mist, a forbidding sight.

"Move!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted, rushing into the Nether Valley first. He formed seals with his hands, and the inner Qi surged out, transforming into streaks of golden flames that dispelled the surrounding Netherworld Aura.

"The sparks will spread across the prairie!" Ren Xiaoyao soared into the air, raising his hands above his head. A huge golden fireball condensed in his palms, emitting a terrifying pressure that could burn the sky and destroy the earth.

"Boom!" The golden fireball fell like a meteor, instantly burning away the Netherworld Breath at the entrance of the Netherworld Valley, opening up a path to victory for the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

The morale of the immortal sect disciples was greatly boosted. They all summoned their magic weapons and followed Ren Xiaoyao into the valley. For a moment, shouts of killing and the clash of spells resounded throughout the valley, and the originally quiet Nether Valley turned into a Shura battlefield.

Ren Xiaoyao, wielding the mighty power of "Sparks Spreading Across the Prairie," surged forward with unstoppable force, unstoppable. With each strike, countless evil forces vanished into thin air. Xia Lin and Fairy Ling Xiao followed closely behind him, one using healing magic to heal a wounded disciple, while the other wielded her sword, slashing the enemy to pieces.

After a fierce battle, the disciples of the immortal sect finally reached the depths of the Nether Valley and met the leader of the evil forces - an old man in a black robe with a haggard face.

"You ants, how dare you trespass into my Nether Valley!" The old man in black robe roared, and a powerful pressure burst out from his body, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

Ren Xiaoyao's face was solemn. He knew that the real decisive battle had just begun. He took a deep breath, increased his Qi to the limit, and prepared to face this life-or-death battle. However, at this moment, something strange happened...

An even stronger, more sinister aura descended from the distant horizon, quickly enveloping the entire game world. The earth began to tremble, the sky was dyed blood red, and every living thing felt a deep, soul-deep fear...