A sudden, urgent sound rang out.
Li Shuang responded, swiftly rushing to the troubled area and hammering in beads one by one.
As she hammered, she slowly infused the power of the Samsara Art.
The Samsara Art did not exist in this era, 50,000 years ago.
The Headmaster, who had merged with the Thousand Silk Net, vaguely sensed something and glanced at Li Shuang.
However.
He didn't pay too much attention.
He knew that Shui Yao had died at Li Shuang's hands, and assumed it was the power of the Yellow Spring Art.
The energy of the Yellow Spring Art was a great tonic for the Thousand Silk Net, so there was no need to worry.
Without Li Shuang deliberately activating it, the energy of the Samsara Art was indeed very docile, so docile that one couldn't tell how much power it would unleash if it were to burst forth!
Li Shuang worked diligently, embedding the energy of the Samsara Art into every corner of the Thousand Silk Net.
Then.
She finally waited for the last day.
This time.
Everything proceeded as in the seventh cycle, except that at the last moment, Li Shuang prematurely activated the Samsara Art's energy, and Lin An also delivered a fatal blow ahead of time.
However.
Li Shuang only had one night to set up. She had placed too little energy, and they were still just a little short.
Thus.
It came to the final cycle.
The tenth cycle!
Everyone's spirits were already weary, but Lin An's and Li Shuang's eyes shone brightly.
They both knew.
The moment of victory was coming.
Last time.
They were only a hair's breadth away.
This time, Li Shuang was already a high-level artificer from the start, and she had a full two days and two nights to set up the Samsara Art's energy.
A 50,000-year plan was finally about to bear fruit.
By the tenth cycle, everyone was intimately familiar with all the procedures.
Aside from Li Shuang having more time to set up the Samsara Art's energy, everything else was identical to before.
Everything followed the previous routine.
Finally.
The Headmaster once again made his move, stripping Lin An of his supreme spiritual root.
But Li Shuang knew.
Lin An, a man of extraordinary talent, had already touched a hint of the power of the Underworld River while treading the line between life and death to find the weaknesses of the Thousand Silk Net. This was probably the embryonic form of the Samsara Art.
It was just a pity. Lin An's time was frozen at those three days, and his strength was also frozen 50,000 years ago, preventing him from cultivating the Samsara Art himself.
Otherwise, Li Shuang suspected that Lin An alone might have been able to stop the Headmaster.
With the blessing of the cultivation technique, the seemingly dead Lin An was now the strongest Lin An.
The final strike he would unleash would be the sword that countered the Thousand Silk Net!
As the Headmaster began to strip the Icefrost Dragon bloodline, Li Shuang acted.
At this moment.
She no longer concealed herself; the immense power of Samsara erupted from her.
The Samsara Art's energy on the Thousand Silk Net immediately went wild!
The Headmaster looked at Li Shuang with a mix of surprise and anger: "What are you doing! What kind of power is this! This isn't the Yellow Spring Art!"
No sooner had he spoken.
Lin An suddenly moved too.
He fought with all his might, unleashing that earth-shattering sword strike.
The power of the Samsara Art also erupted completely.
With their combined efforts, the Thousand Silk Net was instantly ripped open with a huge hole!
The Thousand Silk Net was severely damaged; it could no longer pull the Langya Palace upwards. Before the world-ending lightning could fully form, the Langya Palace plummeted towards the ground at an extremely fast speed!
Langya Palace!
It crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar!
A look of furious rage flashed in the Headmaster's eyes: "Li Shuang! Lin An!"
Thousands of silk threads violently shot out from his hands, attempting to obliterate Li Shuang and Lin An.
In an instant.
The sky, which had been covered in dark clouds, suddenly cleared to a cloudless expanse.
The Headmaster's eyes suddenly became cloudy.
His hands, somewhat powerless, drooped down.
Lin An looked at the sky, his eyes filled with tears.
It was over.
All of this was finally over.
Numerous true spirits of the Langya Sect were summoned in an instant.
They looked at Lin An, their expressions complex.
Over the years.
They had lived in a haze.
But.
Their souls endured indescribable torment in the Underworld River.
Although Lin An's soul had not been tormented, his consciousness remained clear, and he had endured day after day, for a full fifty thousand years here.
The suffering they experienced...
In a sense, it was even less than Lin An's.
Yet he was clearly...
The only innocent one.
The only innocent one, yet he had given everything because of them, the sinners.
"Sister Shuang!"
"What happened, we were suddenly teleported here!"
"The Langya Palace Secret Realm, is it over?"
"It must be cleared! I suddenly got five thousand points! Heavens! How many good things can that buy!"
Everyone gathered around, a little excited.
Had they really cleared the Langya Palace Secret Realm?
"The Langya Palace Secret Realm has ended." The majestic voice of the Heavenly Dao rang out.
"Participants in the secret realm have one stick of incense time to select treasures and leave the secret realm."
A treasure list appeared in each of their hands out of thin air.
Everyone happily began to look through it.
This time.
Just for clearing, each of them received points ranging from five thousand to ten thousand.
This was calculated based on the role they played.
Li Shuang played the biggest role, earning a full 500,000 points for clearing.
Adding to her previous accumulation.
Her points nearly reached 700,000.
Li Shuang looked at the list.
Within Langya Sect, there were countless treasures. Powerful magic weapons, powerful secret techniques, everything imaginable.
Her 700,000 points could practically get her anything she desired.
As everyone was choosing.
Lin An's voice rang out: "The Langya Palace Secret Realm has ended. Do you still remember what you promised me back then?"
Lin An looked up, stubbornly gazing at the sky.
Li Shuang's heart trembled, and she, too, looked up.
The sky, once again, rolled with layers of dark clouds.
The indifferent voice of the Heavenly Dao came forth: "Those who are still alive, I will honor my promise and grant them freedom."
Xue Luo and the others were free.
However.
This wasn't all.
Lin An glanced at the numerous beings behind him and said, "You also promised me that you would let them reincarnate."
The cold voice of the Heavenly Dao rang out: "That is true. They wish to reincarnate, and I will not prevent it."
Lin An's pupils suddenly constricted.
"Just not prevent it…"
But.
They only had a trace of their true spirit left; how could they enter the Underworld River?
The Heavenly Dao!
It would also play word games!
50,000 years.
The Heavenly Dao's anger towards the Langya Sect had not diminished even slightly!
Why?
Lin An suddenly had a moment of realization.
The escaped Thousand Silk Net... perhaps it was still causing trouble, which was why the Heavenly Dao's anger persisted so relentlessly.
But.
He had strived for so long, and now was it really destined to come to naught?
A sigh suddenly echoed through the scene.
The Headmaster calmly walked out.
After the Thousand Silk Net left, he seemed to have become much more normal.
He looked at Lin An: "In the end, you were the right one."
Lin An pressed his lips tightly.
But what he wanted to fight for was never right or wrong.
The Headmaster looked at his most proud disciple and sighed: "Lin An, you shouldn't have ruined your life for us."