Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Inside his chest, he felt a flame burning, it was a deep desire for victory and endless indignation towards the demons.

Time passes quietly like fine sand, and every second of its beat heavily spans a thousand years.

Ye Chen's eyes became more resolute, as if lit up by some kind of determination, and a bold and risky idea quietly emerged in his mind.

Once this idea is put into practice, it may be like the light of dawn, dispelling the heavy haze before our eyes and saving the crisis from danger.

But if it fails, the consequences will be disastrous...

His hands clenched unconsciously, his nails dug deeply into his palms, blood seeped out, but he was completely unaware.

After a long time, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and there was an extremely strong ruthlessness in his eyes, like a bloody god of war.

That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the light curtain and shoot directly towards the demon army.

He had already made a great determination in his heart. This determination was like a bright lamp lit in the darkness. Although it was weak, it was extremely firm.

The other eight clones keenly captured the subtle changes in Ye Chen's body and focused their attention on him.

When Ye Chen's determination and plan gradually emerged, they were all shocked and suddenly hit by an invisible force.

They knew very well that Ye Chen's step was a step towards a road of no return, and it was a decisive move to risk his life.

However, they could also empathize with the heavy pressure and helpless choices that Ye Chen was under.

At the edge of despair, there seems to be no way to retreat, and the only thing to do is to give it a try.

Without any hesitation, the eight people nodded firmly to Ye Chen almost at the same time, with the same determination and indomitable spirit flashing in their eyes.

It is a kind of heroic spirit that dares to face life and death without fear.

A firm belief that is willing to give everything to protect what is precious in your heart.

At this moment, their hearts were closely connected, and together they created an immortal legend.

In this vast void, their figures are like a bright light, illuminating this dark battlefield. Although this light is so small, it is so tenacious.

Ye Chen quietly looked at the eight clones in front of him. There seemed to be two flames burning in the depths of his eyes. It was a light intertwined with determination and reluctance.

His lips trembled slightly, but he pursed them tightly, as if trying to swallow back the words of reluctance that were about to come out of his mouth.

Each clone is like a part of his life. They have experienced countless battles together. Those moments of life and death are embedded in his memory like bright stars.

But now, he was going to send them to a place ahead where good or bad luck was uncertain. This farewell might be their last.

Ye Chen's gaze moved from one clone to another, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of them deeply in the depths of his soul.

He recalled the scene when he first separated from them. At that time, each clone rushed to a different battlefield with the same belief and courage as him.

He also recalled the days and nights they had encouraged each other and worked together to break through when they encountered bottlenecks in their cultivation.

At this moment, he was faced with the thought of pushing his loved ones onto a journey fraught with danger. His heart felt as if being slowly cut by an invisible sharp blade, and every mark was deep and painful.

An indescribable pain quietly flashed across his eyes. It was a kind of tearing pain that went straight to the depths of his soul, as if he was cutting off the most precious part of himself with his own hands.

The eight clones stood silently by the side. The emotional waves between them and Ye Chen were like an invisible bond, tightly connecting them.

They felt Ye Chen's surging emotions like the tide, without missing a single one.

In their eyes, there was reluctance and attachment to the impending separation, but also a flickering of unwavering determination.

It is a kind of courage and sacrifice that is willing to endure all difficulties and obstacles for a greater goal.

In this deep emotional connection, words seem redundant and pale.

The resonance of their hearts transcends the limits of words. Every thought and every heartbeat is like the pulse of a common body. There is no need for words; they understand each other tacitly.

This is not just a tacit understanding, but also a nearly mythical fusion. Nine people are one, facing the torrent of destiny together, fearless of wind and rain, and fearless of the future.

With a slight sigh, as if saying goodbye to the past, the eight clones moved at the same time.

They quickly formed seals with their hands in front of their chests. Their gestures were as smooth as flowing water, yet carried a mysterious and solemn aura.

The completion of each seal is accompanied by a powerful fluctuation of power.

The colorful light originally emanating from their bodies began to flicker, as if it was disturbed by some force.

Gradually, the colorful light was replaced by a rolling demonic energy.

The evil energy surged out of their bodies like black smoke and quickly spread.

Two horns slowly grew on their heads. The horns were sharp and ferocious, flashing with cold light, and seemed to be able to pierce the void.

His body shape was also constantly changing. His original body shape quickly grew taller, becoming extremely tall and muscular, with bulging muscles and full of power.

The texture of every muscle seems to contain infinite magic, exuding a terrifying aura.

In just a few breaths, they were completely transformed into demons.

The transformation process seemed short, but it left a deep impression in Ye Chen's heart.

He watched them change little by little, and the reluctance in his heart was like a flood that almost drowned him.

But he knew that this was their only chance, and they had to pay this price in order to protect this world.

After the transformation was completed, the eight of them looked at Ye Chen, their eyes conveying the final determination.

Ye Chen suppressed the grief in his heart and nodded slightly to them. That nod contained thousands of words.

There are encouragements, blessings, and more importantly, the unspeakable reluctance to leave.

Afterwards, without any hesitation, they rushed straight towards the light curtain of heaven hanging in the sky, with firm and decisive steps.

Ruoshui's clone took the lead, his eyes flashing with unquestionable determination, and he had already put life and death aside.

When he approached the light curtain, he gently raised one hand.

A gentle yet sharp glow gradually spread from it, which was the supreme power that belonged only to Ruoshui.

The Ruoshui clone gently placed the palm containing endless power on the light curtain in an almost pious posture.

At this moment, the power of weak water was like the water of a river that had broken free from its restraints, pouring out violently and unstoppably.

The originally dim and colorless Heavenly Light Curtain began to tremble violently under the fierce erosion of the Weak Water Force.

It seemed to be telling of the impending fate of destruction.

The power of weak water, like an invisible and sharp corrosive blade, silently engraved on the tapestry of the light curtain, and every stroke carried an irresistible will of destruction.

Above the light curtain, fine wisps of black smoke rose up. They were the traces left behind by the erosion of this overbearing force, like shadows quietly spreading under the night sky.

Time flows slowly, but the process of corrosion seems to be accelerated by an invisible hand. The black smoke becomes thicker and thicker, interweaving into a deep haze, foreshadowing the end of the light curtain's fate.

In the face of this irresistible torrent of erosion, the already dim and crumbling light curtain of heaven finally reached its unbearable limit.

Following a crisp and sharp cracking sound, a palm-sized hole suddenly appeared on the light curtain.

It is like a sudden whirlpool in the long river of time, swallowing up all the light and hope around it.

Around the hole, the boundary between light and darkness became blurred, and an indescribable energy fluctuation quietly overflowed from it, foreshadowing that a new change was about to begin.

In this way, the power of weak water completed the final judgment on the light curtain in an almost artistic way, leaving behind a scene that was both shocking and thought-provoking.