Sword cultivators naturally belong to the "fragile" category. Once they bleed or have wounds, in battle, they are almost full of flaws.

If Li Ye didn't have some understanding of healing divine techniques, this guy would have probably had his physical body collapse long ago.

"It's nothing."

Wei Qingye bit off a piece of spiritual cloth and with interest tied a rather tidy knot for himself. Then, he looked up at Li Ye:

"I probably know what your elder brother wants to do."

"He harbors a very crazy self-destructive hostility in his heart, he desires, he hopes to be killed by you."

"But you haven't been willing to make a move on him so far."

"If..."

Before he could finish his conclusion, Li Ye used a leaf to block Wei Qingye's mouth.

With numerous branches already growing from him, Li Ye shook his head, "I know."

"I know what he wants to do."

Wei Qingye frowned.

With the collapse of the Earth Vein Array, outsiders can't get in, and all Li Ye can use is the seemingly endless "Heart Power".

He became more and more immersed in completely transforming himself into Jianmu through divine techniques.

His roots traveled through the almost destroyed earth, diligently gathering and repairing—though his roots had long reached right under the army of Profound Armor Soldiers.

But his elder brother never dug them out.

If the other party really wanted to kill or severely injure him, excavating Jianmu's roots and burning or cutting them would cause irreparable harm to Li Ye.

Because those roots are essentially an extension of Li Ye's physical body.

Yet his elder brother never did so; it seems he intentionally maintained the power of "Ritual Soul," letting him feel pain and despair, letting him accumulate anger.

Why do this?

The answer is simple.

To force Li Ye to make a move and kill him.

If Li Ye makes a move, he will certainly not evade, and once countless roots break through the soil, they will become the sharpest swords, capable of directly piercing his elder brother's body.

Li Ye's mind was very clear.

He knew why his elder brother wanted to do this—perhaps to achieve something through the death of this Avolitional Avatar.

But he was unwilling.

It's merely the Hell Path, do I really need to disgrace myself so much?

Thus, he thought of a way.

He had been collecting fragments of the Xiangshui House, gathering those grains which had not yet died, and stacked them near his roots.

Since he could no longer find a way, then he would seek external power.

If he craved immortality, he believed that Compassion would certainly respond to him—anyway, as long as he was willing, he could transform Compassion's power into his own Vital Essence; he believed Compassion would not mind.

Li Ye was still a little hesitant at first.

After hearing that Wei Qingye also discovered it, he dispelled his hesitations and reached out to pat the shoulder of the sword cultivator, only to come away with a hand full of blood.

"Help me protect the law."

"Before I truly inherit Compassion's power, you absolutely must not let the elder brother break in."

"I will help you."

The beautiful light band of the Emotion Song barely appeared, and Li Ye entwined it around Wei Qingye's waist, wrapping round and round, covering the sword cultivator's waist and abdomen full of wounds.

Then this avatar disappeared.

His consciousness completely returned to Jianmu, observing the small mountain in front of him made up of countless remnants of Xiangshui Houses and Five Grains.

Looking at the house that belonged to him quietly sitting atop the mountain.

And in the house, there was a stalk of wheat.

As it swayed gently, it scattered fine golden light, filled with an indescribable vitality and compassion.

This was the first stalk of Compassion Wheat taken from Compassion's body, the one most deeply connected to Compassion.

Using its power, combined with the sect's Summoning God Spell, he should be able to break through this place's seal with Compassion's power.

Whether he can suppress his elder brother with this power wouldn't matter, achieving it was enough.

"Unexpectedly, it began because of you, and it will end because of you."

"Ultimately, it still demands your intervention."

He intended to recite the sect's Summoning God Spell.

But before he could utter it, drops of luminous dew began to drip from that Compassion Wheat.

As if, it was weeping.

Those drops of luminous dew flowed from the level ground in Xiangshui House outwards, in a blink of an eye connecting into lines.

Overflowing from the house.

The luminous dew turned into a waterfall, enveloping the entire mountain of ruins, causing the previously dying grains to grow rapidly under the dew's nourishment.

Their roots even wrapped around Li Ye's body, enveloping Jianmu's branches, but this time they were not absorbing, they were giving back.

Terrifying power infused Jianmu, causing it to thrive visibly at a rapid pace, its branches once again covering the sky, scattering countless pinpoints of light.

The demon spirits cheered in jubilation.

The Bamboo Wood Ants were even more excited, constantly changing.

At the same time, a voice echoed, filled with compassion and gentleness:

"Jianmu thrives."

"The treasure life endures."

"The cultivator with one heart."

Along with this voice.

Suddenly, a flash of insight came to Li Ye's mind.

This is a divine technique!

It's a divine technique directly transmitted by Compassion!

He resisted the discomfort from the power surging into his body, closed his eyes, and projected his mind onto all the branches.

That endless power fell from Jianmu's branches, falling on every Profound Armor Soldier, dispersing the black mist covering them.

No.

To be precise, it wasn't dispersing.

Because these Profound Armor Soldiers absorb Compassion's divine power, now these powers "expanded" them.

The black armors broke one by one.

Revealing the scarred bodies underneath, both male and female, their eyes gleamed with spiritual light, seemingly wanting to look up and gaze at the light rain falling from Jianmu.

If it were any other power, by now they might have exploded, but Compassion's power was gentle and compassionate, repeatedly washing the Hell Path's marks inside them.

"You..."

Everything happened too suddenly.

Even his elder brother didn't expect such a thing to happen.

He gritted his teeth, immediately flying up, trying to approach Jianmu.

But before he got closer, a figure blocked him — Wei Qingye, bare upper body with Emotion Song's light band wrapped around his waist, behind him were numerous demon spirits drawing strings to bows.

"Senior."

"How about we compete again."

The sword cultivator had a smile on his face, his body carried the determination of repeated defeat and battle.

"Heh." The elder brother knew he had to fight this guy one more time; this time he held a ruler, engaging in direct combat with the sword cultivator.

He didn't hold back.

Almost every divine technique he used drew upon the changes of the Four Seasons, with the thunder of Jingzhe, the summer fire of Lixia, the numerous divine techniques of the autumn harvest, and the severe cold of the snowfall…

This was near the power of the Nascent Soul, and it was also a divine technique from the direct lineage of the Four Seasons Sect's "Four Seasons Star Classic".

Other Golden Cores might have been dispatched quickly, but he ran into Wei Qingye, and Wei Qingye had the continuous supply of spiritual power and vitality from the Emotion Song.

For Wei Qingye, pain and injury were all too familiar; after all, he could be hit by a meteor while walking on the road, as long as he doesn't die, he can keep fighting.

The sword light on him became ever more dazzling, while his expression grew increasingly calm, his offensives more ferocious, almost fighting recklessly.

Even the elder brother found this guy somewhat tricky.

As he squinted his eyes, preparing to land a real decisive strike, in the distance, the shimmering green light of Jianmu added an extra halo.

Accompanied by the sound of a river flowing.

"Huh?"

Both of them, who were amidst the magical duel, paused.

A river emerging from the fog illusion suddenly appeared, the falling clods of earth landed one by one on Li Ye's Xiangshui House.

The blue glimmer of the river water and the green light surprisingly transformed into a purple glow, mysterious and hazy.

Li Ye walked out of the purple light this way, holding that already completely purple Xiangshui House, his form massive like a deity.

With every step he took, lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet.

Step by step, he walked to the elder brother, then without saying a word, directly opened his mouth and swallowed him whole.

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