Chapter 593 - 591: Crossing the Sea of Fire

"And you?"

The woman looked at Murong Xiangming.

Murong Xiangming said, "He is my man. If he dies, I will not live on alone."

Hearing the words of the three women,

the woman nodded. "It seems you are all deeply devoted to him."

"However, only one of the three of you can save him."

As she spoke, the woman pointed a finger at Moyun Mountain.

Moyun Mountain hung high in the sky, a truly magical sight.

But as soon as the woman finished speaking, the peak that hung high in the sky suddenly descended with a great roar, landing amidst the towering mountain ranges.

"On Moyun Mountain, there is Sword Mountain and a sea of fire."

"If you wish to save him, you must seal your Cultivation. Then, you must cross the sea of fire and ascend Sword Mountain to reach the Cloud-Rubbing Cave at the summit."

"When you arrive, you will naturally learn the way to save him."

"Now, begin. Who among you can save him will be left to fate."

At that moment, whether it was JinLing, Murong Xiangming, or even Liang Yiyi—

all three of them sealed their own Cultivation almost simultaneously and rushed toward the sea of fire.

Only by crossing the sea of fire and then ascending Sword Mountain could they save Jiang Chen.

None of them hesitated.

The three women rushed to the mountain’s edge,

ready to plunge into the sea of fire.

To atone for her mistake, JinLing was desperate to save Jiang Chen and would stop at nothing, not even hesitating to sacrifice herself.

’I must save him.’

’Only then can I be at peace and feel a little less guilt.’

The moment she took a step to cross into the sea of fire, a repulsive force suddenly erupted from within the flames, forcefully halting her advance.

It kept JinLing outside the sea of fire.

"This..."

She stood stunned. A sense of indignation washed over her, but she still couldn’t step into the sea of fire.

As for Murong Xiangming, her heart desperately longed to save Jiang Chen.

There was no rhyme or reason for it, only a voice screaming relentlessly inside her.

Was it love?

Was it passion?

It was something etched so deep into her very bones that she didn’t hesitate for a second.

But she too was unable to step into the sea of fire.

She was blocked by the flames.

’No, I have to be able to save him.’

She frantically tried to charge into the sea of fire.

But it was no use.

And yet, she saw Liang Yiyi—of all people—be the first to rush into the sea of fire, and with great ease.

When she looked over, she saw that JinLing hadn’t been able to enter the sea of fire either.

’It’s her. Jiang Chen’s Maid.’

’Why her?’

Although Jiang Chen’s earlier divination had already explained everything, she still felt a pang of disappointment the moment she saw Liang Yiyi enter the sea of fire.

Because she was not the one who could save Jiang Chen.

Liang Yiyi sealed her Cultivation and stepped into the sea of fire.

She didn’t stop to think whether JinLing or Murong Xiangming had entered. All she knew was that she had to save her Young Master.

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A stinging, scorching sensation wracked her body the moment she stepped into the sea of fire, making her tremble in agony.

Even the soles of her feet felt like they were being burned away, a pain that seared through flesh and bone.

It was an agonizing, searing pain.

But Liang Yiyi just clenched her teeth.

’I can do this. I can do this.’

’For my Young Master, I would brave a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.’

She persevered, forging ahead through the sea of fire.

She let the flames burn her body.

These flames were strange. They wouldn’t burn a person to death, but they inflicted constant, unbearable pain, suffering, and even a sense of suffocation.

Everyone saw that it was Liang Yiyi who had charged into the sea of fire.

"Devoted Liang Yiyi, blood enters Cliff Cave, soul shatters for a Sincere Heart."

Everyone recalled Jiang Chen’s earlier divination.

They were inwardly shocked.

Jiang Chen had actually predicted all of this with perfect accuracy.

No one could imagine how Jiang Chen had done it.

But this time, they had witnessed it with their own eyes: indeed, only Liang Yiyi alone had been able to enter the sea of fire.

JinLing was crestfallen.

She stood outside the sea of fire, able only to watch as Liang Yiyi went to save Jiang Chen.

The bitterness was overwhelming.

’Am I not even to be given a chance to atone for my mistake?’

’I hate myself so much.’

JinLing was filled with self-reproach.

But she was helpless. It seemed heaven had decreed that only Liang Yiyi could save Jiang Chen.

When the woman saw Liang Yiyi charge into the sea of fire,

she was utterly shocked.

’I thought no one could succeed.’

’I never expected that girl to actually do it.’

’She is utterly devoted to him. Only someone with such fervent devotion can ascend Moyun Mountain, enter the Cloud-Rubbing Cave, and reach the Pool of Fervor.’

’It seems she is the one I have been looking for.’

The woman was called the Yunling Saintess, and she was the sole successor of the Cloud-Rubbing Cave.

For all these years, she had been searching for the next successor to the Cloud-Rubbing Cave.

Unfortunately, the conditions for becoming the successor were exceptionally strict.

It required a person of fervent devotion to inherit the legacy.

She had never imagined that today, she would actually meet such a person.

’I hope you can succeed.’

’Use your devotion to change your own destiny.’

Immediately, the Yunling Saintess’s figure slowly floated up, flying toward the summit of Moyun Mountain.

From beginning to end, the Thousand-legged Centipede and the Three-headed White Snake remained utterly respectful toward the Yunling Saintess.

Mr. Qiu Shui and the others watched the woman leave, but they could do nothing but wait.

They were completely powerless to help now.

However, seeing Liang Yiyi cross the sea of fire all by herself left them deeply shaken.

Although they didn’t know what kind of torment Liang Yiyi was enduring, they could see that every step she took was exceedingly difficult.

Liang Yiyi clenched her teeth and didn’t make a sound.

Even though the sea of fire caused her immense pain, the thought of Jiang Chen’s life hanging in the balance instantly steeled her resolve.

She didn’t even furrow her brow.

The deeper she went into the sea of fire, the more unbearable the stinging, scorching pain became.

It was a pain that most people would find unbearable, and they certainly wouldn’t be able to endure it for long.

But Liang Yiyi kept telling herself, ’Endure. I have to persevere.’

The sea of fire didn’t look that large, but once inside, she found it was boundless, with no end in sight.

Until, after what felt like an eternity,

Liang Yiyi saw that the sea of fire before her was finally coming to an end.

But by then, her steps had become unsteady; the pain was so great she could barely walk.

’I must hold on until the very end.’

’For my Young Master.’

’If he lives, it means that I, Liang Yiyi, live too.’

Finally, Liang Yiyi walked out of the sea of fire.

She could barely move.

But it was far from over.

Because what appeared before her was a path of blades—sharp blades.

The blades were densely packed, covering the entire mountain path leading to the summit.

The blades were small, yet exceedingly sharp.

They couldn’t injure the bone, but they could easily slice through a person’s skin.

Gazing up at the peak, which was several thousand meters high, Liang Yiyi shuddered.

Climbing Sword Mountain seemed countless times more difficult than crossing the sea of fire.

The Yunling Saintess stood at the summit,

looking down at Liang Yiyi below.

She said faintly, "If you are afraid, then give up."

"You crossed the sea of fire, and I admire your persistence."

"But Sword Mountain is different. Your skin will be sliced apart inch by inch, you will bleed dry, and the pain will be countless times more intense than the sea of fire."

"Give up, child."

"No one is forcing you."