HEAVEN'S OFFICIAL BLESSING (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu)

The time Xie Lian had been silent was becoming a bit long. That long saber hilt was burning red hot, and Mu Qing let out a loud shout, a hand dropping, and he hung for a while using only the other hand. He didn't dare support himself up like that for too long and immediately clutched on again. However, the palms of both his hands were smoking strings of white vapour, and while there was a long distance between them, those on the other side could also almost smell the stench of burnt flesh.

Hua Cheng casually let loose a silver butterfly. That silver butterfly fluttered its wings, flying out for a few hundred feet, but before it reached even one third of the way to Mu Qing, it dissipated into silver smoke and vanished in the air.

Xie Lian knew that he was demonstrating that the wraith butterflies could not help; it was a dead end, not worth dying for.

Mu Qing also witnessed the vanishing process of that silver butterfly, his expression gradually turning into one of despair.

He understood. Right now, one, there was no one who had the ability to save him, second, no one believed him, and on the grounds of his triggering, there was no reason at all for Xie Lian to come pull him up at the risk of his own life.

But, while despairing, he still refused to yield, and he was unwilling to give up. Mu Qing gritted his teeth, shouting, "IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME THAT'S FINE TOO, BUT I WILL NEVER FALL THAT EASILY!"

Then, he gripped hard, seeming to attempt a mid air spin to stand on that hilt. Yet unexpectedly, just as his body lifted for a few inches it violently sank!

Mu Qing looked down, and in his eyes reflected countless resentful spirits that were melded into the colour of blood red, their faces and limbs contorted and twisted as they pressed themselves onto his leg, pulling him down!

Those resentful spirits were originally melted into the flowing lava, but they suddenly popped out, hanging off of this lower half body one after the other, heavy and boiling hot, like adding oil to fire, frost upon snow, and Mu Qing was going mad, "GET LOST!!!"

In the past hundreds of years, it wasn't like he had never faced the brink of death, but those were all circumstances where he was heavily wounded. To die buried in lava was a thousand times more horrifying than death by injuries, and the moment he imagined himself turning into a wisp of smoke like that wraith butterfly, leaving the world without a trace, he couldn't stand it.

At last, Mu Qing's hands had reached their limit, and his ten fingers loosened slightly, no longer able to grip on.