The Heavenly Dao space.
The moment Zhang Mingyuan landed with Su Jinxue in his arms, he felt a terrifying change occurring within her delicate body.
Su Jinxue's injuries were no longer confined to her shattered dantian.
That destructive power was spreading from her dantian, crawling outward to every corner of her limbs and bones.
Her once pure, jade-like skin was now webbed with cracks.
She looked like a heavily scarred piece of porcelain.
“Su Jinxue! Su Jinxue!” Zhang Mingyuan's voice trembled violently.
He desperately channeled his immortal Dao source energy into her.
Yet he could only watch helplessly as the energy leaked out from the cracks in her body.
“Move!” the Heavenly Dao's avatar barked, his hands rapidly forming hand seals.
Buzz—
The void trembled as the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel radiated a holy brilliance.
A gentle force lifted Su Jinxue from Zhang Mingyuan's arms, placing her directly beneath the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel.
The divine wheel spun slowly, cascading down billions of torrents of faith light to envelop Su Jinxue's body.
Under the nourishment of this vast power, the cracking of her body was finally put on pause.
Zhang Mingyuan let out a long sigh of relief. Slumping to the ground as if drained of all strength, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
“Big Brother, thank you. What do we do next? Do I use my immortal Dao source energy to help rebuild her dantian?”
However, the Heavenly Dao did not answer.
That majestic, middle-aged face was now filled with gravity and bitterness.
He looked at Zhang Mingyuan, hesitating to speak, before finally letting out a long sigh.
“Worthy brother, the situation is not optimistic.”
The Heavenly Dao's voice was incredibly dry.
“Your wife's condition has changed. It is no longer that simple.”
Zhang Mingyuan froze. “What do you mean?”
“It means that simply rebuilding her dantian is no longer useful.”
The Heavenly Dao stared straight into Zhang Mingyuan's eyes and said word by word,
“Her body right now is like a sieve full of holes. No external force can repair it.”
“If you want to stabilize her injuries and completely heal her, there is only one way...”
“What way? Just say it!”
“It requires you... to sacrifice your own Dao body under my guidance to save her.”
Boom!
This single sentence was like a strike of Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, ruthlessly crashing down upon the crown of Zhang Mingyuan's head.
Sacrifice his Dao body?
Zhang Mingyuan was completely stunned.
He knew all too well what those words meant.
Once he sacrificed his Dao body, all of his cultivation would vanish into thin air in an instant.
Not only that, he would not even be able to keep his Mahayana Stage cultivation.
He would be completely stripped of his identity as a cultivator, reduced to a common mortal.
With a lifespan of only a hundred years, he would turn into a handful of yellow soil after a century.
Even the time to walk by her side forever would be stripped away.
“Is there... really no other way?”
The Heavenly Dao looked at him and continued:
“I know this is difficult. There is indeed one other way right now.”
“That is to temporarily leave her physical body with me. The current power of faith in the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel is enough to seal and preserve her for a thousand years.”
“Within a thousand years, you must find a way to ascend to the upper world, and... cultivate to the Hedao Realm, which is above the Immortal Emperor rank.”
“Only by reaching the Hedao Realm and mastering the universe's origin Great Dao can you reconstruct her origin out of nothing and change her fate against heaven.”
“Above the Immortal Emperor? The Hedao Realm?”
Zhang Mingyuan suddenly threw his head back and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
The path of cultivation went from Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core Stage, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Void Refining Stage, Body Integration Stage, Mahayana, and then crossing the tribulation to become an immortal.
Above immortals, there were the Immortal King and Immortal Emperor ranks.
And only above the Immortal Emperor lay the illusory Hedao Realm!
Zhang Mingyuan considered himself a genius. Yet as a Blue Star transmigrator, starting from zero and cultivating all the way to the Mahayana Stage had still taken him several thousand years!
A thousand years to cultivate from a Mortal Immortal to the Hedao Realm?
This was not a matter of difficulty; it was an absolutely impossible dead end!
His laughter slowly faded.
Zhang Mingyuan slowly turned his head, his gaze falling upon the red-robed woman beneath the divine wheel.
Looking at her paper-pale face, and looking at the shocking cracks webbed across her body.
Zhang Mingyuan's heart was violently wrenched.
It had been five thousand years.
When he first entered the Xuanling Realm, he had no family or friends, stumbling around like a headless fly in this brutal cultivation world.
Back then, besides boring cultivation, his days were spent scheming just to survive.
Until he met Su Jinxue.
From then on, that dull life of cultivation suddenly became vibrant.
He loved seeing her high-and-mighty demeanor shattered by him.
He loved deliberately provoking and teasing her.
He loved fighting this ice-cold woman until the heavens and earth grew dark...
Hilariously, as they fought and fought, they actually ended up as husband and wife.
Memories flashed through Zhang Mingyuan's mind one after another.
As Zhang Mingyuan thought about it, he smiled, and as he smiled, he began to cry.
When a tear slid past the corner of his mouth and he tasted its bitterness, he suddenly realized—
He could no longer live without Su Jinxue.
“Zhang Mingyuan! Come back early...”
In his daze, a gentle voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
He no longer cared about anything else. At this moment, he only knew that this woman was his one and only!
If he lost her, what was the point of attaining the Dao and becoming an immortal?
Taking a step forward, he arrived directly beneath the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel.
He looked at Su Jinxue, whose eyes were tightly closed, and clenched his fists.
“Damn you, Su Jinxue!”
“I'm giving up being an immortal for you!”
“If you don't treat me better after you recover... If you don't massage me! If you don't wash my feet! If you don't warm my bed!”
“If you don't feed me my favorite spiritual melons! If you don't tell me you love me a hundred times a day!”
“I will absolutely... absolutely never forgive you!!!”
With that said,
Zhang Mingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands suddenly forming an ancient and resolute hand seal!
The immortal Dao laws that had only recently condensed within his body let out a mournful wail.
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