Chapter 594 - 592: Moving the Heavens

’No, I’ll never give up.’

’So what if my flesh is torn and my blood runs dry? I will press on.’

’I have to help my Young Master survive.’

Facing the Sword Mountain, Liang Yiyi neither gave up nor felt any fear.

Only an unwavering conviction supported her frail body as she took one step after another up the mountain.

She took the first step.

SQUELCH!

With her cultivation sealed, the sharp blades instantly sliced open the soles of her feet.

Pain. It was an agony that pierced her to the core.

The sea of fire was nothing. That had only been mental anguish.

This, this was true physical agony.

With just that first step, her soles were already shredded by the dense blades, and blood began to pour from the countless fine cuts.

In an instant, blood stained the blades so red they were almost invisible.

Liang Yiyi stood on the blades with one foot, enduring the pain.

She didn’t frown or cry out. She was only silent.

Gritting her teeth.

Barefoot, she placed her other foot onto the sharp, pointed blades as well.

Pain. Endless pain.

Her feet instantly began to go numb.

’Giving up is not an option.’

’Keep going, Yiyi. The Young Master is waiting for you.’

Liang Yiyi’s inner voice screamed at her.

The mountain path, covered in sharp blades, led ever upward.

It seemed to stretch on endlessly.

SQUELCH!

She took another step onto the blades, her legs trembling slightly.

Outside, the crowd watching Liang Yiyi ascend the mountain held its breath.

They couldn’t know the extent of her pain, but they could see her agonizing struggle, and it tore at their hearts.

This young woman was willing to pay any price for her Young Master.

It was a terrible price to pay.

After about five hundred meters, Liang Yiyi could no longer feel the flesh of her feet. All she felt were her bones scraping against the sharp blades.

At this point, she was completely exhausted, unable to walk another step.

She had lost so much blood that she felt powerless.

Without any energy to support her, she was exhausted.

’I can still go on.’

Gazing at the summit, Liang Yiyi kept telling herself not to give up. That she *couldn’t* give up.

But the summit was still so far away.

Finally, her strength gave out, and Liang Yiyi collapsed onto the path of blades.

This Sword Mountain was truly hard to climb.

As she lay on the path of blades, countless new wounds instantly appeared all over her body.

’If I can’t walk, I can still crawl.’

’Even if I have to crawl, I *will* make it to the top.’

Liang Yiyi lay on the blades, resting for a moment.

Then, gritting her teeth fiercely, she began to crawl.

She crawled on, ever upward.

The stabbing pain made her tremble, but she endured it.

Hardships and obstacles could not stop her.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, until she could no longer crawl.

She wanted to rest for a while, but she passed out.

"What a pity."

Standing on the mountaintop, the Yunling Saintess sighed softly.

"If you can’t hold on until the end, not only will you fail to save the person you love, but you will also be unable to inherit the legacy of the Cloud-Rubbing Cave."

"However, I still hope you can succeed."

The Yunling Saintess was already a master at the absolute Peak of the Lower Realm. If not for her search for a successor, she would have long since undergone her tribulation and ascended to the Upper Realm.

Now, she had finally found a potential successor.

She very much hoped Liang Yiyi could succeed.

Even she was shaken by Liang Yiyi’s indomitable spirit.

Of course, the Sword Mountain and sea of fire were the trials of the Cloud-Rubbing Cave. Only those who passed the trials could finally obtain the legacy.

It was a necessary ordeal.

"She’s unconscious."

"Yiyi can’t crawl anymore. What do we do?"

Mr. Qiu Shui and the others watched Liang Yiyi collapse on the Sword Mountain, feeling utterly helpless.

Meanwhile, they watched as Jiang Chen’s body grew weaker and weaker.

The black qi enveloping his body was billowing like thick smoke.

Jiang Chen couldn’t hold on for much longer either.

If a way to save him wasn’t found, Jiang Chen would never wake up again.

"Yiyi, keep going," Murong Xiangming pleaded.

Although Murong Xiangming wished she could take Liang Yiyi’s place, the Sword Mountain and sea of fire had chosen Liang Yiyi, and no one could replace her.

As the crowd waited, about two hours later, Liang Yiyi suddenly regained consciousness.

’The Young Master isn’t out of danger yet. I can’t stop.’

’As long as I have blood left to bleed, I will not stop.’

Liang Yiyi began to crawl again.

Everywhere her body passed, it left a trail of bright red blood.

The streaks were like sigils, left in her wake.

Even the blades behind her were dyed red by Liang Yiyi’s blood.

The bloodstains were dazzlingly bright under the sun.

SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH...

Crawling onward, Liang Yiyi lost track of how many times she fainted or how much time had passed. But in every conscious moment, she never stopped moving forward.

The distance to the summit grew shorter and shorter.

She could faintly see the summit.

But, Liang Yiyi’s blood had almost run dry, and her body was covered in horrifying wounds.

’What do I do? I’m out of blood. I can’t make it to the top.’

When she was just a hundred meters from the summit, Liang Yiyi stopped.

Her face was drained of color. Her blood had run dry. There was nothing left to fuel her climb.

Having lost her blood, Liang Yiyi was so weak she could pass out at any moment.

She was so weak, she barely had the strength to breathe.

Just one hundred meters. Only one hundred meters.

But this one hundred meters was like a natural chasm, impossible to cross.

Staring across that hundred-meter distance, Liang Yiyi’s eyes grew dim.

She didn’t know how to reach the summit, how to save her Young Master.

’I’m still alive.’

’I can still keep going.’

’I refuse to fail. I can still burn my own life force.’

At this thought, a profound light shot through her eyes, as if she had just seen a glimmer of hope.

"Heavens! I, Liang Yiyi, am willing to sacrifice one hundred years of my life!"

"I only ask to ascend to the summit."

"Please, Heavens, grant my wish."

"I swear it with my blood."

Liang Yiyi slowly raised her head, looking at the sky.

She uttered a low sound.

At first, the sound was low and fragile.

But soon, her voice, like an infinitely amplified curse, began to echo across Moyun Mountain, spreading in all directions.

"She... Liang Yiyi is going to burn her own life force."

"An ordinary Martial Cultivator below the rank of Martial King only has a two-hundred-year lifespan. And she’s willing to burn it."

"Once that life force is gone, it can never be reclaimed."

Mr. Qiu Shui and the others were shocked to their cores.

To burn one’s life force was to trade one’s own lifespan with the heavens.

Even if Yiyi reached the summit, the price would be what little life she had left.

Her lifespan would be exhausted.

WHOOSH!

A cool breeze suddenly swept across Moyun Mountain.

The breeze swept over everyone, and each person felt a ripple of life force.

Even the Yunling Saintess, standing on the summit, felt a slight tremor run through her body as the breeze touched her.

She looked at Liang Yiyi in shock.

"She actually moved the heavens."