Chen Pingan inquired, “What exactly happened earlier in the depths of the Yu Province earth vein?”

Bai Jing had already reverted to her appearance as a mink-hatted girl and replied irrelevantly, “You know the general cause and process of the water-fire conflict back then, right?”

Chen Pingan said, “I’ve only heard some rough details, mostly fragmented words and phrases, barely enough to know a few important junctures.”

That truly earth-shattering water-fire conflict was, of course, the most important catalyst.

Because the incense offered by sentient beings could temper the golden bodies of deities, it led to irreconcilable contradictions between the two deities who were both among the Five Supreme, resulting in a struggle of the Great Dao where one’s path waxed while the other’s waned. It could be called an unprecedented struggle of the Great Dao.

According to Qing Tong, the result of that fight was the “collapse of the heavenly pillars and the severing of the earthly bonds,” causing the entire Heavenly Dao to tilt. This, in turn, made the movements of the sun, moon, and stars more pronounced, which gave rise to many Dao lineages in later generations. At the same time, countless participating deities fell to earth like meteors, leaving behind a vast sea of fire that scorched the land, causing widespread death and destruction. Human realms were filled with rising waters and dust, and the originally perfect and flawless Heavenly Dao developed numerous flaws. This was both a calamity for all sentient beings on the human earth and a second major opportunity for “Taoists” after “spell techniques rained down upon the world.”

Bai Jing clearly didn’t believe this narrative and glanced at the young mountain master, smiling, “Is that really so?”

Chen Pingan laughed, “Allow me to catch my breath first, rest for a moment, and then resume our journey.”

Riding the wind outside the heavens was extremely taxing on a cultivator’s mind and spiritual energy. Originally, an earth immortal cultivator in such an environment would feel like they were drowning, unable to breathe properly, and unable to last long.

Fortunately, there were still some scattered and flowing spiritual tides in this vast void that Chen Pingan could draw upon. However, at Chen Pingan’s current speed of riding the wind, if he wanted to return to the Vast Expanse, it would probably take him a month or two, even with all his effort and sufficient spiritual energy reserves. Therefore, after Chen Pingan adjusted his five elemental natal treasures and disordered spiritual energy, he would still need Bai Jing to clear the way and Xiao Mo to lend a hand.

The three sword cultivators stood in the void, and Bai Jing couldn’t care less about the surrounding spiritual tides, like trying to catch a few small fish with a single cast of a net. Why bother?

Bai Jing smiled and said, “This time, being personally invited by the Little Master to journey outside the heavens, the mountain master didn’t gain much but expended a lot of effort.”

Chen Pingan modestly said, “There’s no merit, only some hard work, not worth mentioning.”

Bai Jing tentatively asked, “Are you really going to repay the six hundred gold essence copper coins borrowed from Zheng Juzhong of White Emperor City and the talisman Yu Xuan?”

Xiao Mo frowned upon hearing this.

Chen Pingan said unhappily, “Pay your debts, it’s a matter of principle. There’s no reason to borrow money and not repay it.”

Bai Jing quickly changed her tune, “Right, right, right. If you borrow and repay, it’s easier to borrow again. That’s the principle.”

Originally, she wanted to give Mountain Master Chen some well-intentioned advice. The city lord of White Emperor City seemed to be an extremely difficult person to deal with, so that debt definitely had to be repaid. As for the talisman Yu Xuan, it could be delayed as long as possible, since there was no written agreement. Wait until he harmonized with the fourteenth realm. Once he entered the fourteenth realm, would he still have the face to ask Chen Pingan for money? Delay it for a few more years, and maybe it could be offset with the Grain Rain Coin.

“The Fountain Residence of the Fallen Mountain still has a surplus of three hundred gold essence copper coins. I’ll repay it to Old Immortal Yu later. If you’re willing to take a trip to deliver this large sum of money, I’ll thank you in advance here.”

Chen Pingan was really worried about sending such a large sum of money to Golden Filling Peak of Peach Talisman Mountain via flying sword.

The Taoist temple of the talisman Yu Xuan, the Old Real Person, was located on Golden Filling Peak. As the founder of Peach Talisman Mountain, this mountain was currently the only mountain in the Vast Expanse that simultaneously possessed a Proper Sect, an Upper Sect, and a Lower Sect.

There were always some idle rogue cultivators who liked to target the flying swords used for transmitting messages.

Historically, many intercontinental flying swords carrying important secret treasures and letters had disappeared without a trace, thus involving many messy lawsuits on the mountain.

Bai Jing asked, “Is the mountain master not worried about me traveling alone to the Central Earth Continent? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll raise the banner of the Fallen Mountain, use its prestige to bully others, and cause trouble outside?”

Chen Pingan smiled, “Judging by what Miss Xie has done since entering the Northern Club Reed Continent, traveling south across continents to the Fallen Mountain, I can rest assured.”

Bai Jing looked at Xiao Mo. If Xiao Mo was willing to travel to the Central Earth Divine Continent with her, she wouldn’t mind taking a long trip, drinking some wine along the way, getting tipsy, and wine was a matchmaker, hehehe.

Xiao Mo said, “Now that the young master is injured, I won’t leave the Great Li territory without permission.”

Chen Pingan suddenly asked, “In the area of the blue Dao track where the formation was layered just now, how much spiritual tide is still left nearby?”

Bai Jing immediately realized, no wonder Chen Pingan was riding the wind so slowly like a turtle crawling, so he had a plan for a surprise attack?

Was he waiting for the Rite Master and his party to leave so he could clean up the battlefield and gather the remnants?

Xiao Mo gave a rough answer, “Gathering it together, it’s equivalent to the spiritual energy reserves of an immortal.”

Bai Jing rubbed her hands and smiled, “I’m just afraid that the old hag who is proficient in this will return and already gotten there first. Mountain master, if we’re going, we need to hurry.”

Chen Pingan nodded, and his figure transformed into eighteen white rainbow sword lights, returning along the original path.

Bai Jing clicked her tongue in surprise, not looking injured at all.

While riding the sword like lightning, Bai Jing couldn’t help but ask in her heart, “Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, what did your young master see earlier that made him so angry that he almost couldn’t help but slash at the Barren Wilderness with his sword?”

“A fake Zong Yuan appeared on the Barren Wilderness.”

“Who?”

“Zong Yuan. He was the most powerful sword cultivator in the Sword Qi Great Wall after the Old Master Sword Immortal. If he hadn’t died in battle, Zong Yuan would have been a pure sword cultivator of the fourteenth realm long ago. The young master guesses that the ultimate goal of the barbarian demons in that great battle was only one thing: to kill Zong Yuan and prevent the Sword Qi Great Wall from producing a second person of the fourteenth realm. Zong Yuan had a very good reputation when he was alive, and the young master admired this senior very much.”

The Wind and Snow Temple sword immortal, Wei Jin, had obtained a sword manual gifted by Chen Qingdu that had been passed down from Zong Yuan. Wei Jin was seen by the Old Master Sword Immortal as the best candidate to inherit Zong Yuan’s sword Dao. The reason why Wei Jin was unable to obtain the “favor” of those few strands of ancient sword intent was that a young demon clan sword cultivator, one of the hundred sword immortals of Crescent Mountain, was using the “Lu Fayan,” or rather, the Water Moon Observation and White Bone Observation secretly taught by Zhou Mi, while refining swords on the city wall, trying to create a brand-new sword cultivator, Zong Yuan.
However, due to the words of the esteemed Sword Immortal, and with Wei Jin’s exceptional lucidity of the Sword Heart, both the Desolate World and the Sword Qi Great Wall gained something beneficial.

Zhou Mi’s calculations ultimately succeeded, a grand achievement, and the human realm once again beheld the “Ancestral Barrier.”

Wei Jin inherited the four strands of Sword Intent left behind by Zong Yuan. It could be said that in the ancestral hall records of Ascendancy City, Wei Jin already belonged to the lineage of Zong Yuan’s sword cultivators.

Truly, the timid starve, while the bold gorge themselves.

That old crone from the Desolate World, clutching a cane, was indeed as Bai Jing had predicted. As Chen Ping’an and the others approached the old Qingdao Trail, the old crone was ravenously devouring spiritual tides spanning tens of thousands of miles. At the same time, she was gathering the unique Dao Intent of the shattered “Qingdao.” A bit of spiritual energy was merely an extra; the latter was the key reason she risked returning to the Outer Heavens.

Without a word, Bai Jing unleashed a sword strike, instantly tearing a snow-white line through the dark, vast Outer Heavens. Perhaps this was how ancient great demons greeted each other.

Guan Yi appeared out of thin air, blocking the old crone. She reached out and grabbed the white line. Her palm trembled as the sword light wrapped around her entire arm, crackling and sparking. Ultimately, the sword light pulverized one of Guan Yi’s snow-white arms. However, with a slight movement of her shoulder, she regenerated a complete arm.

Bai Jing asked, puzzled, “Guan Yi, to help her snatch this bit of spiritual energy and Dao Intent, do you, an outsider, really need to make an enemy of me? Is your brain all in your bosom?”

Guan Yi said with a wry smile, “I have a favor to ask, so I have no choice but to lend a hand.”

Any cultivator with a modicum of sense would be unwilling to get entangled with someone like Bai Jing.

Bai Jing extended a palm and beckoned with her finger. “One matter is one matter; it’s negotiable.”

Without hesitation, Guan Yi tossed Bai Jing an ancient tree branch with a green sprout. This was to pay for her troubles and avert disaster.

The old crone’s form dissipated, and Guan Yi vanished with her. Xiao Mo turned and looked down at a spot. Chen Ping’an shook his head and said, “Forget it. They came prepared; it’s not advisable to pursue them.”

Bai Jing looked around and said, “It’s just scraps and leftovers; there’s not much spiritual energy left.”

Chen Ping’an said, “Even a mosquito’s leg is meat. I’ll trouble Miss Xie to help collect it. As much as you can gather is good.”

Bai Jing was reluctant, but remembering the treasure she had just acquired, she put on a bright smile. She raised an arm, like raising a banner, and shook it vigorously a few times, causing spiritual energy to pour in madly.

Chen Ping’an estimated that this amount was equivalent to the entire reserves of a Jade Pure Realm cultivator. If this spiritual energy were placed in the Lotus Root Blessed Land and dispersed into the world, it might not be particularly noticeable. However, if it were placed in a single Daoist temple, such as Gao Jun’s Lakeside Sect, a mountain god’s manor on a great mountain, or gifted to the retired Emperor of Southern Garden Kingdom who was cultivating in the mountains, it would be a substantial addition.

As for the three tides of spiritual energy previously absorbed through the stacked formation, Chen Ping’an planned to allocate one share each to Fallen Phoenix Mountain and Azure Sprout Sword Sect, and the last share to the Evergreen Cave Heaven on Crimson Pine Mountain on Secret Snow Peak.

Bai Jing condensed the spiritual energy into a pearl the size of a green apricot and tossed it to Chen Ping’an. It wasn’t a completely fruitless trip. Chen Ping’an placed it into his sleeve. The reason this pearl was a verdant green color was due to the Dao Intent of the Qingdao Trail it contained. Compared to ordinary spiritual energy pearls solidified by great cultivators with secret methods, it was naturally more precious.

They rode the wind back to the Great Canopy World. Chen Ping’an casually asked, “Miss Xie, what’s the origin of that tree branch?”

Bai Jing chuckled and said, “Heaven knows where Guan Yi picked it up. It’s not worth much.”

Chen Ping’an mimicked Bai Jing, extending a palm and beckoning.

According to their agreement, it was time to divide the spoils on the spot.

Bai Jing, who had been thinking about how to muddle through, had no choice but to raise her sleeve high and reach inside, eventually pulling out three emerald green pearls as large as fists. The spiritual energy and Dao Intent were even more abundant and “solid.” Chen Ping’an stacked the three pearls together and lightly weighed them in his palm. He turned to Bai Jing and said with a smile, “Xiao Mo mentioned that Miss Xie often sets up stalls in the markets of the Northern Ju Lu Continent. Unfortunately, business is usually not good, and she doesn’t earn much money. Could it be because she shortchanges her customers?”

Xiao Mo, for once, spoke up for Bai Jing, saying, “Young Master, Bai Jing doesn’t skimp on the weight. It’s equivalent to the spiritual energy reserves of two ordinary Ascension Realm cultivators.”

From this, it was clear that the spiritual tides Chen Ping’an had painstakingly earned through a stacked formation were not as substantial as what Bai Jing casually gathered with a few magical treasures.

Chen Ping’an feigned surprise. “We agreed on a fifty-fifty split, and a fifty-fifty split it is. I never imagined that Miss Xie’s Packrat Shop operates with honesty and integrity, treating both old and young fairly.”

Bai Jing rubbed her sable hat. She was truly touched. Xiao Mo was taking her side today!

In reality, Chen Ping’an had deliberately asked this question, essentially giving Xiao Mo a favor. Chen Ping’an cast his line, Xiao Mo took the bait, and Xie the dog swallowed the lure. Everyone was happy.

Chen Ping’an looked towards the “Great Canopy World” in the distance. Besides the cycle of the sun and moon, there were also five supporting stars, including the crimson Mars, whose path was the most unpredictable, and which was anciently called “Great Fire.”

The sun and moon plus the five stars illuminated the world, hence the collective name “Seven Luminaries.” Among them, Wood was called Jupiter, the largest in size, orbiting once every twelve years, corresponding to the Earthly Branches, hence the name “Year Star.”

The Military Strategist Ancestor after the “Joint Decapitation” was imprisoned within that star symbolizing slaughter. Since ancient times, the detailed records of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau of each dynasty, concerning terrifying and suspicious celestial phenomena, were mostly related to this star. Every time the “Mars Approaching the Heart” astronomical event occurred, it was an invisible test for the secular rulers of the human world.

Chen Ping’an said, “Miss Xie digressed earlier. Let’s continue our conversation.”

According to information overheard from the waterside pavilion of the Evergreen Palace, the other six cultivators of the Great Li Earthly Branch lineage in the depths of Yu Continent’s earth veins should have met up with Bai Jing.

“How can laying the groundwork be considered digressing?”

Bai Jing said with a smile, defending herself. Then, she pulled out a thick stack of paper from her sleeve. The paper was extremely thin, hence the large quantity. The images depicted were scenes from ancient times, each page a unique treasure.

If they were bound into a book and the pages flipped quickly, it would resemble a children’s picture book sold in the marketplace.

Bai Jing tossed it to Chen Ping’an and said, “Let me state in advance, this is just for borrowing.”

Chen Ping’an caught the stack of papers depicting various celestial phenomena and smiled inexplicably.
It resembled more the textbooks Little Charcoal used when he attended the village school, with little stick figures drawn in the margins of each page.

Old Chef had once secretly kept one of these books as evidence of Pei Qian’s “hard studying,” replacing it with another volume and even painstakingly copying the stick figures.

However, the precocious Pei Qian somehow noticed something amiss. She was frantic, worried that her master might see it. After searching high and low, she couldn’t find the “runaway” book, so she suspected a thief within the family. She gently tugged on the right guardian of Riding Dragon Lane’s ear and firmly stomped on the left guardian’s tail, demanding they confess everything.

Chen Ping’an first quickly skimmed through all the “pages” flipping in his hand, then looked again, this time slower.

On one page, there were two blank spots, located in the northwest and southeast corners. One looked like a hole burned by fire, the other was stained and blurred by water.

During his earlier chat with Qing Tong, Chen Ping’an used a very rustic but apt analogy: like burning and plowing fields in later generations, allowing the earth to be transformed from barren land to fertile fields through the rich and abundant infusion of spiritual energy. Because the scattered remains of numerous deities themselves became a source of天地靈氣 (heaven and earth spiritual energy).

In good years, there would be a bountiful harvest. Countless cultivators found themselves in this environment, each with their own opportunities and fortunes, occupying 風水寶地 (auspicious places) and establishing Daoist temples, collecting 天材地寶 (natural treasures). Across the human realm, 道法脈絡 (Daoist magical veins) were “exposed” everywhere. Even 雷函 (Thunder Talismans), originally secret and obscure “heavenly books,” were countless, simply because the golden body fragments of many fallen gods from the Water and Fire Departments of the Heavenly Court, and at the same time, the 雷部諸司神將 (Thunder Department Divine Generals), who held great authority, were inevitably caught up in this internal strife. It was no exaggeration to say that in those years of brilliant talents and “Daoists” springing up like mushrooms after rain, opportunities on the ground were simply “lying everywhere, easily picked up.”

Bai Jing sighed with emotion, “By the time the登天 (Ascension to Heaven) battle ended, human cultivators had finally turned the tables and become the masters.”

“Then there was the internal strife that split into two camps.”

“The losing side was miserable, no one had a good ending.”

The reason she and Xiao Mo, these great demons, had to slumber for ten thousand years was because they lost that battle and had to hide to heal their wounds.

However, the most miserable was, of course, the 初祖 (First Ancestor) of the military strategists who led one side. Originally, he could have directly established a sect and become an ancestor. The three ancestors of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism had no objection at the time, only because they wanted to occupy the ancient 天庭遺址 (Heavenly Court Ruins), and the result was that 共斬 (joint beheading).

However, Bai Jing still admired this person immensely, completely deserving of the title “大丈夫 (Great Man)!”

Moreover, this First Ancestor’s ambition was undisguised, laid bare, without any conspiracy or trickery, just flipping the table!

So this time, Bai Jing seemingly quit, leaving the Barbarian World alone to find Xiao Mo and become Daoist partners, was certainly the main reason, but in addition, Bai Jing also hid a secret desire. If this First Ancestor of the military strategists were to reappear and have similar battles again, she must continue to be a part of it!

“After that, 小夫子 (Little Master) took action and performed 絕地天通 (Severing the Connection Between Heaven and Earth).”

However, he specifically left an invisible gate, or rather a channel, for later generations of cultivators to advance.

That is, in addition to practicing Qi to refine the sun and worship the moon, cultivators could also use their own命理 (fate) and术法 (arts) to attract the celestial stars, which were originally the remains of gods floating outside the sky, and continuously strengthen the “one” of each天下 (world) by absorbing天地靈氣 (heaven and earth spiritual energy) from them.

The Daoist Ancestor, leading the three ancestors of the three religions on the riverbank, set a ten-thousand-year period because the Daoist Ancestor had long seen that this “one” would inevitably lead to a kind of “道化 (Dao Transformation),” or more accurately, a kind of assimilation, after they, as fifteen-realm cultivators, continuously expanded in their respective 天下 (worlds).

After that, the礼圣 (Sage of Rites) joined forces with Bai Ze, who “rebelled” against the demon race, to jointly cast nine cauldrons, and then there was the 搜山圖 (Mountain Search Map), which could be said to be almost rampant in later generations.

Later, he invited the 三山九侯先生 (Three Mountains and Nine Lords Sir) to come out of the mountains and jointly formulate a new禮 (rites).

Bai Jing turned to look at the vast depths outside the sky, sighing with emotion, and said, “In the boundless 太虛 (Great Void) outside the sky, there are actually countless suns and moons, and 熒惑 (Mars) is the same.”

Chen Ping’an nodded.

Bai Jing continued, “But even though they are both suns and moons, they have ranks and levels, just like the胥吏 (petty officials) in the various countries of宝瓶洲 (Treasure Bottle Continent) today, which are as numerous as hairs.”

“Only a very few people can become封疆大吏 (high-ranking officials).”

“The Great Sun I have in mind has a good origin and a high rank. Ten thousand years ago, I always wanted to develop it into a道場 (Daoist temple). According to the rules of that time, it would belong to my private territory.”

Xiao Mo finally retorted, “You want to refine it into a 本命物 (natal treasure), right?”

Bai Jing’s cultivation aptitude was so good that she never had to worry about being unable to digest what she devoured on her cultivation path. For example, if Xiao Mo spent a whole day concentrating on refining a sword, Bai Jing might achieve the same result in half a day, and then she wouldn’t be idle for the rest of the half day, she would go to learn how to refine objects like Lan Qi, or practice those unorthodox methods that ancient地仙 (earthly immortals) tried to squeeze into.

Maybe the hippie-smiling “Xie Gou” in front of her was the渣滓 (dregs) that Bai Jing deliberately peeled off… which made the貂帽少女 (marten hat girl) seem to be idle and not doing her job every day.

Bai Jing laughed and said, “Xiao Mo still understands me.”

Then she complained, “Xiao Mo, don’t interrupt.”
This round of Great Sun was meticulously chosen by me, and it possesses the potential to awaken its spirit and transform into a Golden Crow. Even if I didn’t devour it, keeping it as a pet by my side, much like that enchanting woman Wang riding her white deer, which was transformed from a bright moon, would be a delightful pastime during cultivation. Alas, man proposes, but the heavens dispose. I cultivated there for centuries, only for it to be caught in the crossfire of that civil war. Struck by the immense Dao aura unleashed by the Dao Ancestor’s sleeve, it plummeted to the earth with a “splat.” I gritted my teeth, mustered my courage, and risked my life to protect it, preventing it from disintegrating. I made a pact with it, promising to meet again if fate allows! Mountain Master Chen, you are a scholar, help me be the judge, tell me honestly, to whom does this Great Sun belong?! Why is the Great Li Dynasty trying to snatch it from me? They are just bullying a small, defenseless girl who is far from home and alone in the world! How dare they?!”

Chen Ping’an replied, “Substance exceeding refinement becomes rustic, refinement exceeding substance becomes pedantic. Only when substance and refinement are perfectly balanced does one become a true gentleman.”

The sable-hatted girl looked bewildered, “What does that mean? Is he complimenting someone?”

Xiao Mo, seeing her feigning ignorance, explained, “My lord is advising you to speak concisely, focus on the main points, and avoid unnecessary chatter.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “You misunderstand, I am actually reflecting on myself.”

Bai Jing nodded vigorously, “I understand, I understand. It’s a custom in your Huaihuang County, criticize yourself first when scolding others, and you’ve already won half the argument.”

Chen Ping’an ignored her sarcasm and said, “Let’s not digress. What are you going to do with that Great Sun?”

Bai Jing replied, “What else can I do? I’ll follow Mountain Master Chen’s example and make a fortune with harmony. Smile when you’re out and about, and don’t hit a smiling face.”

It turned out that Bai Jing had made a deal with the Great Li Song Clan, essentially lending the Great Sun to the Great Li Dynasty. Bai Jing retains ownership, while the Great Li Song Clan has the right to use it, and it’s housed within that new blessed land.

However, she can establish a Daoist sanctum within the Great Sun, which no other cultivator can touch.

The lease term for this “Daoist sanctum” is a thousand years, with settlements every hundred years.

The Great Li Dynasty must pay the initial deposit and subsequent interest with refined gold coins, delivered to her on time. If she’s not at Fallen Phoenix Mountain, such as having returned to the Barbaric Desolation, the Great Li Song Clan still needs to find a way to meet her privately. Otherwise, they shouldn’t blame her for going back on her word.

Chen Ping’an said, “If Lady Xie isn’t at Fallen Phoenix Mountain, it’s the same as giving it to Xiao Mo. What are you worried about? Do you think Xiao Mo would embezzle it?”

Bai Jing sniffed and said with grievance, “We’re not Dao partners, there’s no official relationship, it’s just ambiguous and unclear, making us a laughingstock. I’m not that kind of casual woman.”

Ignoring that, Chen Ping’an feigned sudden realization, “So, Lady Xie must be quite wealthy, capable of casually pulling out three or five hundred refined gold coins, no problem at all?”

Here it comes, here it comes.

Bai Jing rubbed her sable hat, started acting dumb, and even whistled.

As long as I’m even more shameless than Mountain Master Chen, you won’t be able to do anything to me.

Actually, there was something that Bai Jing deliberately omitted, mainly because she was worried that the petty Mountain Master Chen would seek revenge later.

There’s no need to bring up the past, especially since it didn’t cause any waves.

It turned out that deep within the earth vein, as “reward” for allowing Li Xisheng to open the casket, she had made a condition. Since he liked to take on burdens so much, Bai Jing made that young scholar, who claimed to have come from across the land, take her feather-light sword strike.

And he actually foolishly agreed.

Not only that, but he actually took the sword strike without a scratch.

Although Bai Jing was worried that if she struck with full force, he would be done for, and Chen Ping’an and Xiao Mo would kick her out of Fallen Phoenix Mountain, even if she hadn’t used her full power, a casual sword strike from a Flying Ascension Realm sword cultivator, could a Qi cultivator who was only half a century old withstand it? He wouldn’t die, but he’d lose at least half his life.

Unexpectedly, after delivering the sword, seeing Li Xisheng still lively and kicking, Bai Jing was deeply frustrated. How could she randomly encounter a young man who was so resistant to beatings?

Could it be that her Flying Ascension Realm swordplay had become so worthless after ten thousand years?

Or was it that cultivators in the Vast World now could easily grasp the true meaning of the word “Boundless”?

So, when she saw Li Gou in the heavens, who was similar to Li Xisheng, she was immediately annoyed.

Bai Jing had no idea of the relationship between the young Confucian scholar she saw and the White Jade Capital Grand Master.

In the words of the Sage Master, if Kou Ming had been born in ancient times, it wouldn’t be certain that he could join the ranks of the Ancient Ten Heroes, but he would at least get a nomination.

And the difference between the Ten Heroes and the nominees didn’t just refer to the level of cultivation, but more to the magnitude of the “pioneering path” achievement.

Like Lan Qi, who created the art of refining objects, although her magic treasures were piled up like mountains, her ability to fight and kill was actually inferior to those of the nominees.

But this did not prevent her from becoming one of the highly respected Ten Heroes.

Chen Ping’an asked, “Lady Xie, have you decided which path to walk for Harmonization?”

Xie Gou glanced at Xiao Mo, looking resentful and aggrieved. You even told them about this? Does Xiao Mo not know who is on their side and who isn’t?

Chen Ping’an said to himself, “A particle of sword light, infinitely small, is destined to be unable to avoid finding the smallest ‘one’ that makes up the world. It’s too difficult. The sinking of White Jade Capital is a negative example, causing him to fail to find a fifteenth realm path other than establishing a sect and claiming ancestry. So, I think pursuing the infinitely large might have a greater chance of success.”

It must be admitted that deep down, Chen Ping’an felt that Lu Chen had a better chance of entering the fifteenth realm than the Invincible One.

After all, no one has yet dared to say that they have found the smallest one of all things.