Chapter 624

"Impossible, how could you comprehend the true essence of the immortal root?!"

The dead spirit expressed disbelief at this fact.

On this land, there has been no appearance of an immortal root for many years.

This woman, what does she rely on?

The dead spirit couldn't tell whether it was shocked or jealous.

"Impossible? What in this world is impossible?"

Ye Qingran's lips curved slightly, exuding soaring confidence.

"Even if you have comprehended the immortal root, what of it? As long as I kill you, you will be nothing!"

In the dead spirit's sunken eyes, ghostly flames burned even more fiercely.

Killing intent soared to the heavens, dead qi surged!

"Come on, bring it on!"

Ye Qingran leapt up and came to Fu Hanxiu's side.

"I can handle it!" Fu Hanxiu said to her.

"I know." Ye Qingran smiled at him.

She had also felt Fu Hanxiu's surging bloodline power just now, enough to annihilate the dead spirit, but that power was too violent; even with Fu Hanxiu's current strength, using it would bring a backlash upon himself.

How could she just watch Fu Hanxiu come to harm?

Even if there was only a slight chance, she would not allow it!

"But, why use a cattle knife to kill a chicken?" Seeing Fu Hanxiu frown, she reassured him: "Don't worry, I've got it under control."

"Hmm." Fu Hanxiu then agreed.

Ye Qingran extended her hand, displaying the Chaos Qing Lian Seed to everyone.

The thumb-sized Chaos Qing Lian Seed emitted a faint luster, a mysterious and bewildering aura, making one feel mysteriously and sacredly from the heart.

"You don't want to destroy it, do you?"

The dead spirit's aura instantly turned violent.

It is a dead spirit, formed from condensed death qi, the utmost darkness and yin, the symbol of death.

As for the Chaos Qing Lian Seed, born in the primordial wilderness and nurtured in chaos, it is utterly pure and holy, the symbol of life.

They are inherently opposed, neither will die nor rest.

The day the Chaos Qing Lian Seed blooms is when the dead spirit will be annihilated, body and spirit destroyed.

It naturally could not wait to destroy the Chaos Qing Lian Seed. But such a divine object as the Chaos Qing Lian Seed is not so easily destroyed.

It spent countless thousands of years, gradually consuming the Chaos Qing Lian Seed's life force with death qi, because as a seed-state Qing Lian Seed, its life force is limited; given enough time, it will eventually be exhausted.

And it, the dead spirit, is inherently the symbol of death, undying and imperishable, with plenty of time.

Just as success seemed imminent, unexpectedly Cheng Yaojin appeared midway, attempting to sabotage its plan!

"Hand over the Chaos Qing Lian Seed!" the dead spirit roared.

With that roar, the dead qi in the entire ancient battlefield ruins suddenly boiled over, gathering toward this side, shrouding this stretch of void in the shadow of death.

"Ah!"

"I feel terrible!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The black mist of dead qi enveloped everyone; within it, life force rapidly drained. Many low-cultivation academy disciples saw their skin turn gradually ashen, wrinkles appear, and even their black hair gradually whiten like snow.

"Not good, if this continues we'll all die!"

"Instructor Ye, save us!"

"Otherwise, I'll kill everyone!"

Ye Qingran slightly furrowed her brows, her gaze like lightning shooting at the dead spirit: "Stop!"

"What, you know fear now?"

The dead spirit gave a cold smile.

"You don't want the Chaos Qing Lian Seed, do you?"

"Instructor Ye, we can't give it to it!"

"Exactly! If the Chaos Qing Lian Seed is destroyed, the entire Shenzhou Academy and even Beimingzhou will fall! It's only a matter of time!"

The disciples of Renxu 108 Class struggled to resist the corrosion brought by dead qi; even though their faces were beyond recognition, they gritted their teeth and persisted, unwilling to hand over the Chaos Qing Lian Seed.

"Right! Instructor Ye, as long as the Qing Lian Seed remains, there is still hope!"

Other academy disciples also shouted in the same manner.

They all knew the Chaos Qing Lian Seed was the key; once it fell into the dead spirit's hands, they would all die.

And as long as Ye Qingran holds the Qing Lian Seed, waiting for it to sprout and bloom, the dead spirit will vanish and everyone else will be saved!

What is sacrificing the small self?

As long as the tens of thousands of disciples of the Shenzhou Academy remain, as long as the myriad citizens of Beimingzhou remain, everything is worth it!

Ye Qingran never expected to witness such a heart-stirring scene—those fervent faces, those upright backs.

Even as life ebbed away and death loomed near, what they thought of was righteousness!

Perhaps these academy disciples are sometimes misled by public opinion, sometimes blinded by obstinacy, but undeniably, in their hearts burns a fervent passion.

"Chaos Qing Lian Seed, take it!"

Ye Qingran tugged at the corner of her mouth and tossed the Chaos Qing Lian Seed toward the dead spirit.

"No!"

This sight left everyone shocked to the point of despair.

But, the next second...

In the name of life, with the body of the immortal root, death, begone!

The existence of the Chaos Qing Lian Seed is to drive away death.

Perhaps not all life can thus avoid death, but because of its existence, this world is no longer like the former Purgatory.

The Black Mist of Dead Qi had grown so thick that nothing around could be seen clearly, yet her clear and resonant voice powerfully penetrated the Black Mist's obstruction, echoing in everyone's ears.

In the name of life.

With the body of the immortal root.

At the moment the voice fell, a jade-green light flashed among the people within the Black Mist.

Piercing through endless darkness, it dispersed the vicious Dead Qi.

That jade-green radiance, filled with endless vital aura, as if letting people see the color of the origin of life!

At that very moment, everyone felt the lost vital force return.

The wrinkles on their faces disappeared, restoring a youthful appearance.

The gray-white hair regained its dark black luster.

Life! Life!

How fragile life is!

How great life is!

Everyone's noses felt sour, hot tears welling up.

Just a moment ago, they thought they were going to die; only after experiencing death do they truly grasp how precious life is.

The thick Dead Qi quickly dissipated, restoring clarity.

And the apparition of the undead appeared once again in everyone's sight.

Its current form is a complete skeleton; and that jade-green light pierced through it.

The ghostly fire in the undead's eyes gradually dimmed, filled with shock.

No one in this world can wield the power of the Chaos Qing Lian Seed! No one!

The undead shouted arrogantly.

Those who gain the Dao have many helpers; those who lose it have few. You, addicted to killing, have lost all conscience; perhaps the Chaos Qing Lian Seed has long looked upon you with disfavor.

Ye Qingran's voice rang out with force.

Everyone nodded repeatedly, feeling it made sense.

The undead pierced through by the vital force, after several tremors, exploded, turning into a sky-full of Black Mist.