"No!"

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Mu Jinyu's expression was somewhat shattered, unable to accept this ending. His face was ashen, and he struggled to endure the piercing pain in his head. Staggering, he tried to rise from the ground, but his vision blurred, and he nearly fainted.

"Jinyu, are you alright..."

The women around cried out in surprise, quickly supporting Mu Jinyu, preventing him from embarrassing himself by falling.

"Help me… over there… I want… to see the Buddha Head..."

Mu Jinyu clutched his head with one hand, finding the pain unbearable, as if his head were about to explode. His body was weak, not obeying his commands, so he could only plead with them.

Wen Rou and Gu Xiyan looked troubled, but still didn't refuse Mu Jinyu's request. Ultimately, the group supported Mu Jinyu as they walked towards Sheng Rulai.

In the grand hall, Buddha's Light shone upon over a hundred monks, who surrounded the lifeless body of Sheng Rulai, layers inside and out, their expressions mournful, sighing softly.

They gazed at Yin Li, who, like a miniature Divine Dragon, was tapping here and patting there on Sheng Rulai's head. Although they felt her actions were disrespectful to the Buddha Head, Yin Li's previous performance had made them aware that her origins were extraordinary. If Sheng Rulai could be saved, perhaps only Yin Li among them had a chance.

"Buzz!"

Yin Li's expression was grave, her little dragon claw emanating a misty white light, pressing firmly on Sheng Rulai's head as she tried to gather his scattered soul, hoping to save his life.

"Masters, please make way..."

At this moment, Wen Rou and the women supported Mu Jinyu, approaching together.

"The Dragon King has awakened? What a pity..."

"Alas..."

The high monks of Buddha's Light glanced at the pallid-faced Mu Jinyu being supported over, but no one glared at him with anger or blamed him for Sheng Rulai's critical condition.

After all, Mu Jinyu's sacrifices were evident to all. He had endured soul-guarding torment alone for seven to eight minutes, nearly on the brink of death. How could they bear to blame Mu Jinyu?

Moreover, Sheng Rulai had once nearly succumbed to demonization, and it was due to Mu Jinyu's intervention that he recovered.

In any case, regarding Sheng Rulai's current plight, they could not fault Mu Jinyu.

"Whew... hiss..."

The monks, with complex expressions, collectively made a path, allowing the women to escort Mu Jinyu in to watch Yin Li's attempt to save Sheng Rulai.

Soon, Mu Jinyu stood before Sheng Rulai, observing Yin Li striving to save him.

"Buddha Head..."

Gazing at Sheng Rulai's silent, soulless shell of a body, Mu Jinyu's expression was complex, filled with self-blame, shame, unwillingness, despair...

Once again!

Once again like this...

Why is it always me dragging others down?!

And yet, in the end, it's not me who dies?!

Mu Jinyu's head was splitting with pain, his mind overrun with thoughts, making him feel even more agonized.

He longed to roar and scream, to vent his suffocating frustration and unwillingness!

But seeing Yin Li still rescuing Sheng Rulai, uncertain of the final outcome, he dared not disturb them and could only suppress those screams deep within his heart!

Wen Rou quietly turned to look at Mu Jinyu, seeing his ghastly expression, beads of cold sweat coursing down his forehead. Her expression also turned anxious, squeezing Mu Jinyu's hand tightly, hoping to offer some comfort and encouragement.

Yet, as Mu Jinyu tightened his grip on her hand, he found no solace, only gripping her hand more tightly.

However, given Mu Jinyu's current unusual state, unable to use his True Yuan, he wouldn't end up hurting Wen Rou.

"Hoo..."

After a while, Yin Li exhaled deeply, withdrew her hand, and floated into the air.

"How is he?"

"Dragon Princess, how is the Buddha Head?"

Arhat and Ruyi hurriedly asked Yin Li.

Their expressions were tense and uneasy, fearing to hear from Yin Li that Sheng Rulai had "departed."

Yin Li's expression was filled with regret as she sighed, "I've done my best, but unfortunately, I can only gather his fragmented soul but cannot awaken him..."

"How could this be! Master..."

Arhat was shocked, his expression despairing, unable to accept it.

"Amitabha..."

The high monks, hearing this, wore mournful expressions, then pressed their palms together, chanting lowly under their breaths a Buddhist verse, as they began reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

Mu Jinyu also refused to accept this outcome. He quickly approached, saying, "No! I can save the Buddha Head, I still have Life Source Energy, I can save the Buddha Head..."

Mu Jinyu, eyes hollow, murmured as he was helped to Sheng Rulai's side, kneeling by his waist!

Then, Mu Jinyu desperately began to circulate the Green Emperor Wood Emperor Scripture, attempting to channel Life Source Energy to heal Sheng Rulai.

"Ugh..."

Immediately, an intolerable pain surged, making Mu Jinyu feel like his entire body was about to explode, every meridian within him burning with pain!

The Life Source Energy was not as easy to mobilize as he imagined.

Yin Li saw this and cautioned, "Although your condition is better than I expected, without complete cultivation destruction, proper restoration should allow recovery. But if you act recklessly now, it might truly lead to your cultivation's demise!"

Mu Jinyu barely heard Yin Li's words. When he first sensed that excruciating pain from within himself, he showed a manic expression, urgently operating the cultivation technique, shaking his nearly exhausted Life Source Energy.

Eventually, Mu Jinyu managed to mobilize a portion of the Life Source Energy, then, without holding back, channelled it entirely into Sheng Rulai's body.

"Buddha Head, you cannot die!"

"You saved me on Mount Tai, you owe me a life, you cannot just die like this! You haven't repaid this favor yet!"

"Why does it have to be like this, why are you all so selfish, making it seem like I'm barely living in disgrace, I don't want this!"

"..."

Mu Jinyu cared little about the destruction of his body, madly drawing from the root of his Life Source Energy, and rambled on manically.

Seeing Mu Jinyu's actions growing more reckless, Yin Li urgently warned, "Hey, stop it, what you are doing will truly ruin your cultivation, and it's useless. The bald-headed monk's physical body isn't injured, it's his soul that's hurt! This is completely futile..."

"A soul injury?!" It seemed Mu Jinyu did listen to some of Yin Li's words, and amidst his despondent gaze, a ray of hope flickered. He then attempted to summon the Mystical Little Tree within his Sea of Consciousness to save Sheng Rulai.

"Ah!!"

He clutched his head with both hands, enduring the head-splitting pain, continually introspecting to find the Mystical Little Tree in his Sea of Consciousness.

Yet, after searching, he realized...

In his now significantly weakened Sea of Consciousness, the Mystical Little Tree was gone, leaving only a dim, withered black seed.

This seed looked very familiar to Mu Jinyu; it was the seed from before he had obtained the Mystical Little Tree!

Mu Jinyu's body shook, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

So, did that Mystical Little Tree revert back because of him?

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