At this moment, she was no longer the immortal from her past life who stood proudly atop all worlds, looking down upon the masses. Instead, she was just a helpless woman, lost and filled with sorrow and pain.
"I don't owe you anything anymore."
Although Jiang Lan's face was pale, his tone remained as calm as ever.
As the wound gaped to its widest, he abandoned the Eternal Damnation Ancient Sword and plunged his hand directly inside.
A shimmering glow of Magical Power enveloped his hand, then spread over the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Immortal Heart.
Then, with a hard yank, a fountain of blood gushed forth. In his hand, the Immortal Heart—brimming with a mystical, celestial light—was still beating, vividly alive.
As the Immortal Heart left his body, all color rapidly drained from Jiang Lan's face, and his life force began to fail.
Yet, his expression never changed from beginning to end.
