Chapter 668: The Night of the Full Moon, the Master's Sacrifice

"He now only knows slaughter and destruction; he has absolutely no emotions."

Nezha also frowned.

"Moreover, the second condition is even more difficult."

"Who would be willing to offer up their life essence to save a bloodthirsty madman?"

"Once the life essence is offered, the one who offers it will undoubtedly die."

The two fell into deep thought, for a moment not knowing what to do.

Although this method exists, it is almost impossible to implement.

Even if they were willing to offer their lives, it is not certain whether it could succeed.

"Perhaps... we could try," Nezha said, gritting his teeth.

"At least there is hope now; it is better than sitting here waiting for death."

"Are you crazy?" Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"Offering life essence means death."

"If we die, who will save Lin Xuan?"

"And even if we were willing, it is not certain that Lin Xuan would treat us as his closest kin."

"In his current state, I fear he doesn't even recognize us anymore."

Just as the two were arguing incessantly, a weak voice came from behind them.

"So that's how it is... I understand."

The two turned around abruptly and discovered that Hunyuanzi had woken up at some point.

Although his body was still weak, his eyes were flickering with a bright light.

"Senior! You're awake!" Nezha said with pleasant surprise.

"How is your body?"

Hunyuanzi waved his hand, signaling that he could still hold on.

"I heard your conversation just now."

"I didn't expect Lin Xuan's state to be that of a Creation Demon."

"This truly explains why he has become the way he is now."

Zhang Wuji hurriedly handed the *Record of Bloodline Mysteries* to Hunyuanzi.

"Senior, please see if this method is feasible."

Hunyuanzi took the book and carefully read the recorded contents.

A moment later, he nodded slowly.

"This method is indeed feasible."

"And it is the only hope at present."

"But it requires someone willing to pay the price of their life."

Nezha and Zhang Wuji looked at each other, both seeing the determination in the other's eyes.

"Senior, we are willing..."

"No," Hunyuanzi interrupted them.

"I will try this method."

"What?" The two exclaimed at the same time.

"Senior, your current physical condition..."

"It is precisely because of my physical condition that I am more suitable." Hunyuanzi struggled to sit up.

"I already have little time left; rather than waiting for death, it is better to use my remaining life to save Lin Xuan."

"Moreover, in terms of bloodline resonance, the relationship between master and disciple is the closest."

"If even I cannot awaken him, then there is truly no hope."

Nezha hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Senior, you cannot!"

"You still have hope of being cured; you cannot just give up like this."

"Hope of being cured?" Hunyuanzi smiled bitterly.

"You have also seen that it requires Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Grass and Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Spirit Ganoderma."

"Given the current situation, it is simply impossible to find these divine medicines."

"Rather than letting me die slowly, it is better to use my death to exchange for Lin Xuan's rebirth."

Zhang Wuji also wanted to dissuade him.

"Senior, perhaps there is another way..."

"There is no other way." Hunyuanzi's tone became firm.

"Lin Xuan is my disciple; if even I am not willing to save him, who else will?"

"This may be the last thing I can do for him."

Seeing Hunyuanzi's firm expression, Nezha and Zhang Wuji both fell silent.

They understood that Hunyuanzi's resolve was set, and any dissuasion would be futile.

"Then... when will the ritual be performed?" Nezha asked with difficulty.

Hunyuanzi looked at the sky outside the window.

"Tonight happens to be the night of the full moon."

"And the concentration of Spirit Qi in the Ten Thousand Immortals Valley is sufficient to perform the ritual."

"The time and location are both very suitable."

"The only problem now is how to make Lin Xuan feel pain."

Night fell, and a full moon hung high in the sky.

The bright moonlight spilled onto the earth, draping all things in a silver glow.

Spirit Moon Peak stood quietly among the mountains; this was a famous place in the Upper Realm where Spirit Qi gathered.

Dense Spirit Qi of heaven and earth swirled around the mountain peak, forming a natural sacred ground for cultivation.

More importantly, this was the place where Hunyuanzi had taken Lin Xuan as a disciple back then.

At that time, Lin Xuan was still a confused youth, knowing nothing about becoming an Immortal.

It was precisely on this mountain peak that Hunyuanzi changed the trajectory of his life.

Now, this place would witness a life-and-death redemption.

Hunyuanzi sat cross-legged at the top of the peak, with complex Dharma Array patterns laid out before him.

This Array was set up according to the records in the "Bloodline Mystery Record," specifically for conducting the bloodline resonance ritual.

The lines of the Array flickered with a faint light, reflecting and shining with the moonlight.

Nezha and Zhang Wuji stood guard at the edge of the Array, observing their surroundings with nervous expressions.

They knew Lin Xuan could appear at any moment and had to remain vigilant at all times.

"Senior, have you truly decided?" Nezha asked for the last time.

"Once the ritual begins, there is no turning back."

Hunyuanzi nodded slowly, without any hesitation in his eyes.

"I have thought about it very clearly."

"Lin Xuan is the disciple I am most proud of in this life, and also my greatest concern."

"If my death can exchange for his rebirth, then all of this is worth it."

Zhang Wuji clenched his fists, a look of pain flashing in his eyes.

Watching this highly respected senior willingly sacrifice himself to save his disciple, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Just then, the Spirit Qi around the mountain peak began to fluctuate abnormally.

A terrifying killing intent came from afar, making everyone's heart tighten.

"He is here," Hunyuanzi said in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, a blood-colored figure appeared above the mountain peak.

Lin Xuan descended like a ghost, his blood-red eyes scanning everything around him.

His figure was taller than before, his muscles knotted, and his whole body exuded a terrifying pressure.

Clearly, the days of slaughter had significantly improved his strength once again.

He was now approaching the realm of the late Integration Stage.

Lin Xuan's gaze quickly locked onto Hunyuanzi.

In his current consciousness, this old man sitting cross-legged in the Array was just another prey.

But as he prepared to launch an attack, a strange feeling welled up deep inside his heart.

This feeling was very faint, but it truly existed.

It was as if something was preventing him from striking the old man before him.

Lin Xuan's attacking motion paused for a moment, and a trace of confusion flashed in his blood-red eyes.

"Lin Xuan, it is me, your master," Hunyuanzi spoke slowly, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Do you still remember the first time we met?"

"You were still a confused youth then, knowing nothing about cultivation."

"It was I who taught you your first cultivation technique, and it was I who led you onto the path of becoming an Immortal."

These words moistened Lin Xuan's parched heart like sweet dew.

Under the impact of his bloodline rage, he had long forgotten all his beautiful memories.

But his master's voice could penetrate the blockade of his bloodline and touch the softest part deep within his heart.