As the point of golden light vanished, Yang Hong's extreme sorrow slightly receded.
That point of golden light was his True Spirit!
It was the origin of the soul that cultivators could condense only after reaching the fifth-tier Nascent Soul realm.
As long as the True Spirit remained intact, a cultivator could re-enter reincarnation, and after cultivating to a certain level, they could still recover their past life's memories.
Even those with extraordinary talent could recover their past wisdom shortly after birth and begin cultivating rapidly.
In the cultivation world, many eighth and ninth-tier cultivators, uncertain of passing their final heavenly tribulation, would directly dissipate their bodies to be reborn, their True Spirits re-entering reincarnation for a second cultivation.
In fact, nearly half of the great cultivators in the current cultivation world's ninth-tier realm were those who had reincarnated and re-cultivated.
Of course, this did not include the ninth-tier cultivators who had cheated their way to that level, like those from the "Immovable Temple" before.
"Husband, don't worry, Sister Xue Feng might still meet us again."
As Yang Hong was overcome with grief, Zhou Fengzhi walked over, picked up the immobilized Yang Hong, shifted him to a better position, and then stood in front of him,
repeating Li Xue Feng's previous action.
"Feng Zhi, no! You are placing my body in the front. Although my cultivation is sealed, my physical body is still extremely strong and should be able to withstand the gravel of Black Despair."
Yang Hong saw that Zhou Fengzhi intended to use her own body to shield Wang Feng from the gravel's attack.
"Husband, don't try to fool me.
Your little toe on your right foot is missing. It was shaved off by the gravel earlier because you couldn't dodge in time."
Zhou Fengzhi put Yang Hong down and tenderly touched his right foot, where the little toe was only half a digit long.
Previously, Zhou Fengzhi and the others could still use their spiritual sense to monitor the gravel entering the mountain. No one was injured. Only Yang Hong, who was digging the tunnel with all his might, was hit twice by the sudden appearance of the gravel!
However, to escape and to reassure his wives, he had endured the pain without a sound.
He hadn't expected that Zhou Fengzhi and the other seven, who were fully extending their spiritual senses, would all see it.
"Husband, Sister Xue Feng has already said what Feng Zhi wanted to say. Feng Zhi is so annoyed."
Placing Yang Hong in a spot where the gravel couldn't reach for the moment, Zhou Fengzhi gently caressed his face with a calm and affectionate expression. She even made a playful joke.
However, only she could find humor in the joke. Tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes,
while Yang Hong could not bring himself to smile. He was now enveloped by a profound sense of powerlessness, and the thought of ascending to the Buddhist realm to kill Pu Ji Bodhisattva resurfaced once more.
If not for Pu Ji Bodhisattva's seal, their family of eight would still be living a leisurely, carefree life in Qingfeng Mountain of the Great Sui Dynasty.
It was due to the seal of the old nun Pu Ji that they were now experiencing the suffering of life.
The people he loved were sacrificing their lives before his eyes so that he could live!
"Husband is still so kind. Don't be sad. Just as Sister Xue Feng said, if it weren't for Husband, we might have all turned to dust in our graves by now."
"It is Husband who has given us long lives, shown us all the beautiful sights of the world, and let us experience wonders and enjoyments that the mortal world lacks."
"Husband, we have no regrets."
Perhaps because they were facing imminent death, Zhou Fengzhi also became particularly sentimental.
"Feng Zhi! Let's not waste time with pleasantries. I still have some spiritual plants here. Carry me to the end of the passage first, and I'll take them out."
Yang Hong quickly interrupted Zhou Fengzhi, who was about to continue her rambling.
"Ah~ No, that's too dangerous!"
Zhou Fengzhi didn't immediately pick up Yang Hong. Instead, she looked at the end of the passage where gravel was occasionally shooting through.
This so-called end was less than five zhang away from them.
"This is not the time to overthink. We need to hurry. Perhaps we still have a sliver of hope for survival."
"Alright!"
Seeing Yang Hong's urgent and serious tone, Zhou Fengzhi gritted her teeth and agreed. However, she still turned to call Jia Yuanchun to come with them.
She carried Yang Hong, while Jia Yuanchun held up six shields, protecting the three of them from above.
"Ding~ You have poured 2700 days of cultivation into the ninth-grade Wuji Grass, obtaining a tenfold cultivation return, acquiring 27,000 days of cultivation."
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"
As soon as Yang Hong poured cultivation into the first spiritual plant, a powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from the ninth-grade Wuji Grass. The previously comfortable and enjoyable return of cultivation turned into an agonizing torture that felt like scraping bone!
Even Yang Hong, who hadn't made a sound when his blood vessels and meridians burst before, couldn't help but cry out in pain!
Indeed, within the "Black Despair" region, any mobilization of true essence or spiritual energy was extremely dangerous.
"Pfft~"
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and Yang Hong's face instantly turned pale.
"Ding~ The ninth-grade Wuji Grass has accumulated enough energy to begin its evolution. Evolving..."
After waiting for more than ten breaths, the notification sound that Yang Hong had been anticipating finally rang out.
The Wuji Grass, only three feet tall, began to emit a verdant green light and started to transform!
This was Yang Hong's objective. Since the environment was already so harsh, adding a heavenly tribulation might even turn the tide.
"Husband~ Don't continue pouring cultivation into the spiritual plants, it's too dangerous."
Zhou Fengzhi looked at Yang Hong, who was still coughing blood, with a heartbroken expression, trying to stop him from pouring more cultivation.
Yang Hong struggled to turn his head, smiled faintly, and said, "It's already dangerous enough, can it get any more dangerous? Help me move again."
"I~"
"Listen, perhaps this is our last chance to live."
"Sigh~"
Zhou Fengzhi picked up Yang Hong's hand and placed it on another plant. Yang Hong was already so weak that he couldn't even move a finger!
"Ding~ You have poured 2700 days of cultivation into the ninth-grade Xuyang Flower, obtaining a tenfold cultivation return, acquiring 27 million days of cultivation."
"Ah~~~~~"
This time, with a tenfold return of cultivation, the intense pain directly caused Yang Hong to faint!
This was the second time since Yang Hong's transmigration that he had fainted from pain!
...
In the sky above Ximang of the Purple Kun Mountain Range, two tribulation clouds rapidly formed, but they were directly dispersed by the violent spiritual energy fluctuations.
The terrifying power of Black Despair could even blow away the tribulation lightning formed by heavenly rules!
However, the dissipation of the tribulation clouds did slightly weaken the intensity of the spiritual energy fluctuations in this area.
"Whoosh~ Continue!"
Yang Hong quickly woke up from the pain and weakly shouted to Zhou Fengzhi.
This time, Zhou Fengzhi said nothing. She simply moved Yang Hong's hand to another spiritual plant.
She glanced at Jia Yuanchun, whose abdomen had been pierced by gravel, and then at Li Lizhi, who was leaning against the wall with her calf pierced.
She knew that they had truly reached a dead end.
"Ah~"
Amidst Yang Hong's suppressed roars, sixteen ninth-grade spiritual plants successfully began their transformation.
Although the external transformation tribulation had been dispersed, the transformation of the spiritual plants generated a miraculous force field, and the gravel shooting in from outside the mountain significantly decreased.
At this moment, Jia Yuanchun's Nascent Soul also flew out of her body.
"Husband~ See you in the next life, Yuan Chun will be your wife again."
With a farewell filled with lingering affection, Jia Yuanchun also chose to erupt with her final magical power, protecting her True Spirit as she reincarnated.
"Yuan Chun~~"
Yang Hong managed to shout hoarsely before immediately turning his head aside. Li Lizhi's body had also been shattered by the gravel.
"Don't worry, Husband. I've reincarnated once before. Doing it again is something I'm familiar with."
Li Lizhi even managed to make a joke to comfort Yang Hong at the end, before her True Spirit also reincarnated.
"No~"
"Husband, see you in the next life!"
Before Yang Hong could grieve, Zhou Fengzhi suddenly exerted force and flung Yang Hong away. Song Yuzhi opened her hands to catch him.
It turned out that in order to protect Yang Hong as he poured cultivation into the sixteen spiritual plants, not only had Jia Yuanchun suffered a fatal wound, but Zhou Fengzhi herself had not been spared!
And Yang Hong was not unharmed either; his legs had also been pierced with seven large holes!
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Looking at the gravel that, although reduced, was still continuously shooting in, Yang Hong directly took out all the ninth-grade spiritual plants from his scale space and, regardless of how many, jammed them into the mountain.
"Husband~ Don't give up. Your sisters wouldn't want to see their sacrifices be in vain."
Seeing Yang Hong frantically taking out spiritual plants from his scale space, Wanwan quickly comforted him.
But Yang Hong paid no heed. Even if these ninth-grade spiritual plants couldn't block the gravel in "Black Despair," as long as they could lessen the damage to the corpses of Li Xue Feng, Jia Yuanchun, Li Lizhi, and Zhou Xue Feng, it was enough.
Ninth-grade spiritual plants~ Eighth-grade spiritual plants~ Seventh-grade spiritual plants~ Sixth-grade spiritual plants!
As long as there was a sliver of space in the tunnel, Yang Hong would continuously take out spiritual plants with his divine sense to block it. He had entered a state of despairing heartache.
It seemed as though the entire world had died!