Chen Ping’an, now adorned in a freshly woven mage’s robe, stood stark against the world.

The heavens and earth were a canvas of pristine white, making the crimson hue of his robe all the more vibrant.

Amidst the snow-laden boughs of towering trees, his fiery presence burned with an unusual intensity.

Upon the lofty battlements of the city, the figure of Zhou Mi, for reasons unknown, had diminished, now appearing of a size no different than a common man.

Only at this moment did Ma Ku Xuan realize that he finally stood before the true adversary. His astonishment was profound. How had Chen Ping’an entered the ancestral hall unnoticed? He himself had been stationed at its very threshold. Ma Ku Xuan had been careful not to underestimate Chen Ping’an’s cultivation, even venturing into danger, betraying his own principles to invoke a thunderous magic he once loathed. Yet, it seemed Chen Ping’an had merely been toying with him, using but a phantom to contend with his elaborate machinations.

He had believed that unleashing Zhou Mi, a plan meticulously crafted, would at least mar Chen Ping’an’s cultivation, if not slay him outright. A newly Ascended Immortal was expected to tumble back to Jade Purity.

Inwardly, Ma Ku Xuan inquired, “Has something gone awry with the unleashing of Chen Ping’an’s inner demon? Even if he sees through the ruse, press on regardless! This fellow is a veteran of countless battles, his mind rife with cunning. Be wary of being deceived.”

This was the very reason Ma Ku Xuan had been unconcerned while situated within the grand formation. Let Chen Ping’an seize the initiative, for he, Ma Ku Xuan, was the mantis stalking the cicada, the oriole lurking behind. The intruder would not so easily usurp the throne. It was generally accepted that a cultivator’s inner demons were at their most potent during the Yuan Ying realm bottleneck, when they sought to ascend to the Upper Five Realms. For this was the gauntlet that ancient Taoists must run. To fail to vanquish one’s inner demons was to remain ungrounded, to not earn the title of Earth Immortal. By the hand of Zhou Mi, through some long-lost, ancient spell, the cage of the heart could be unlocked, and Chen Ping’an’s inner demon unleashed. The very formation meant to isolate Chen Ping’an and grant him a geographical advantage would become his greatest torment, for the purer this land, the more pristine the domain for his inner demon. The demon would be a mirror image of Chen Ping’an himself, and when the Tao rose a foot, the Demon would rise ten…

Then, Chen Ping’an would be forced to confront not only Ma Ku Xuan, but also the apparition of Zhou Mi conjured from his own mind, and the demon Chen Ping’an. Three Immortals against one.

Zhou Mi chuckled in response, “It is not that it cannot be unleashed, but rather, there is no need. Chen Ping’an’s inner demon is peculiar, possessing no killing intent towards us. What purpose would I serve if I spent my cultivation to release a demon that would merely sit and watch the spectacle?”

Ma Ku Xuan could not restrain a muttered curse, “I knew that fellow was a monster!”

Zhou Mi remarked, “My presence is a matter of concern for him. It is evident that the sight of my true form is indelibly etched in his memory.”

Ma Ku Xuan retorted, “How many are worthy of being confronted by Cui Chan and Qi Jing Chun together? To then require the combined suppression of the Three Sages?”

In ten thousand years, there had only been one.

Ma Ku Xuan gestured, and the remnants of the Heavenly Tribulation Five Thunders, scattered throughout the heavens and earth, obeyed his command, coalescing towards the city battlements, weaving a tapestry of five-colored threads that shredded countless snowflakes.

Chen Ping’an made no move to stop him, allowing Ma Ku Xuan to gather them.

Zhou Mi shook his head, “The path is already shattered. No need to reclaim them, not until you have vanquished him. Be careful not to invite a wolf into the fold.”

Ma Ku Xuan only heeded half the warning, refraining from storing them within his sleeves, but still refusing to relinquish control of the decree. Tens of thousands of silken threads converged beside Ma Ku Xuan, solidifying into a sphere the size of a knotted rope, its light radiant and shimmering, resembling a vast net of thunder magic, with Ma Ku Xuan as the one who held its cord.

Mortals failed to grasp the distinction between Celestial Magic and Divine Powers, lumping all mountain techniques together, ignorant of the difference between a god and a celestial being.

To trace back to the root and speak only of the foundations of the Great Dao, the myriad arts, the tricks of the Immortals, were nothing more than the paths created by ancient Qi Practitioners in their respective pursuits of the Tao. They invariably adhered to the principles of gathering Qi, refining Qi, and then manipulating the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth, revealing it outwardly. Divine Powers, however, were the many prerogatives bestowed upon ancient gods. Ancient Taoists would inscribe Purple Texts, recording these “paths” in scrolls, which would later become the source of some esoteric Taoist texts. Others gathered the imprints of Divine Powers in the heavens and earth, directly transcribing them onto their own bones, the gates of their destined Qi palace, or on walls, like cliff carvings or inscriptions. When these ancient Earth Immortals and Enlightened Ones perished and were reborn, their successors naturally inherited a portion of their predecessors’ legacies, becoming the foundation for their own paths to enlightenment and their opportunities to enter the mountains. This was why, in the later ages, the attainment of immortality through mountain cultivation emphasized whether one possessed Immortal Roots or was a vessel of the Tao.

Some ancient Taoists, gifted with extraordinary talent, could wield these powers directly, refining them over time and subtly altering them to better suit the new world. Regarding the execution of Divine Powers, the marvel lay in the word “communication.” Divine Powers communicated with the Divine, a Divine Path extending through heaven and earth. This was the origin of the Taoist altars built in later ages, meant to mimic Divine Powers. When Taoists were ordained and their names were inscribed in the Immortal Registers, they could “borrow” power from their ancestors. This required laying out a path, and to traverse this path, one needed a pass, holding a token and bearing a sacred register to proceed unimpeded. The significance of a Taoist’s ordination lay precisely in this. Furthermore, the extensions branching out, the incarnate avatars, the golden bodies mirroring the heavens and earth, were all derived by Qi Practitioners from the heavens and used upon the earth.

Therefore, this was why Zhou Mi stated that the path was already shattered. With Ma Ku Xuan’s current Immortal realm, he could not construct a second bridge in such a short time.

Moreover, Ma Ku Xuan’s borrowing of the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Pool from the Thunder Department already smacked of embezzlement, an act of transgression that would surely be met with accountability. The mess he had made was the price Ma Ku Xuan would pay for viewing Chen Ping’an as an Immortal Realm adversary, a price that must be paid. It was his misfortune that he had always acted according to whims, neglecting the consequences.

Inwardly, Ma Ku Xuan inquired, “How goes the dismantling of the formation?”

Zhou Mi, without betraying any emotion, replied, “Very slowly, far below expectations. His flying swords are of no low caliber. Furthermore, we must avoid alarming the snake.”

Ma Ku Xuan grumbled, “I’m constantly being lectured by that fellow about how fighting is fighting, and it’s best not to chatter. You don’t care, of course, but even with my thick skin, it gets tiresome.”

Zhou Mi ignored the complaint, placing one hand behind his back and clenching his other into a fist across his abdomen, his palm grasping two chess pieces, lightly stroking them with a soft grating noise. He was not watching Chen Ping’an, but rather… the “skin.” It had undergone an Immortal Transformation, becoming a mage’s robe destined to be unparalleled, an Immortal artifact bearing the true name of a demon race. Even if Chen Ping’an gifted it to an Ascended Realm cultivator, they would dare not wear it.

Zhou Mi seemed to be explaining Chen Ping’an’s origins to Ma Ku Xuan. “For him to have concealed the formation of this array from you, there are only two possibilities. First, after he slew the chief culprit, destroyed Mount Tuoyue, inscribed the city wall, and returned to the Great Brightness, he did not actually relinquish his submerged cultivation, remaining at a Pseudo Fourteenth Realm, two realms above you, and borrowing the chaotic Taoist arts of the submerged world, which he can then wield with ease, without a trace. Second, his flying sword possesses a Destined Divine Power, capable not only of isolating the heavens and earth, but also of starting anew, recreating the world at will. Am I wrong, Sword Immortal Chen?”

Chen Ping’an chuckled, extending one arm, palm open, signaling him to continue.

To have one’s celestial palace atop their head severed, their merits forcibly scattered by external forces, was not a pleasant sensation. It forced Chen Ping’an to execute a self-severance in order to escape. Fortunately, the severed essence was not flowing into the hands of outsiders, but remained within this birdcage, destined to be reclaimed sooner or later.

If a level had to be assigned, it was roughly equivalent to half a blow from an Eleventh Realm martial artist.

Ma Ku Xuan wanted to buy time for Zhou Mi to break through the barrier of this heaven and earth, while Chen Ping’an needed to replace a pure, true Qi and secretly change some arrangements. Each took what they needed.

In this battle, where neither truly knew the other’s depths, neither could afford a single misstep.

Each sought to vanquish the other. Ma Ku Xuan was unwilling to tread the Divine Path, while Chen Ping’an would never accept a drop in his realm.

But each sensed, deep within their being, that a single moment, a single action, could decide life or death.

Whether through one of Ma Ku Xuan’s Divine Powers, or a fist or sword from Chen Ping’an.

Zhou Mi stated, “So, he possesses at least two Destined Flying Swords. Together they create heaven and earth, establishing the framework, setting the boundaries, inviting one in. Whether the host offers a toast of welcome or a cup of punishment depends on his mood. Together they create myriad things, relying on a river of time forged from copper coins, allowing him to arrange freely on both banks. The combination of the two swords’ two Divine Powers is seamless, equivalent to a Sage of the Three Teachings carrying a previously immovable dojo. The only slight disadvantage is that one cannot ascend a realm within it. The advantage is that the past and future, all directions, exist within this realm.”

Ma Ku Xuan frowned, finding this troublesome, “Can’t it be that a single Destined Flying Sword possesses several Divine Powers?”

Zhou Mi smiled knowingly, “Have you forgotten that Zou Zi once assessed the ten most promising youths in the many worlds? Does it not strike you as odd that only Liu Cai, the wild cultivator who emerged from obscurity, had the names and origins of his two flying swords deliberately revealed by Zou Zi? Even the two sword-nurturing gourds that Liu Cai possessed were disclosed. It was as if Zou Zi intended to send a message to the world without needing to hand it to a specific recipient. Liu Guan was also the only genius to have made the list while still in the Golden Core realm. ‘Chen Eleven’, the lowest-ranked late Hidden Official, only managed to join the list by being both a Yuan Ying realm sword cultivator and a Wind Controlling realm martial artist at the time. If I am not mistaken, the flying sword ‘Azure Heaven’, nurtured within the sword gourd ‘Heart’s Desire’, aims to…”

Zhou Mi raised his hand, sweeping his sleeve, “…to target this vast heaven and earth of his. No matter how vast your skies, how harmonious your Yin and Yang, how orderly your Dao, a sword cultivator can break ten thousand techniques with a single sword. Liu Guan can break ten thousand swords with a single sword, reaching the azure heavens and descending to the yellow springs. Barriers and cages become illusory.”

“Dao Ancestor’s other sword gourd, ‘Immediately’, allowed Liu Cai to forge the sword ‘Fleeting Time’, precisely to suppress the river of time within this heaven and earth. In short, two swords countered two swords, causing extreme difficulty.”

Chen Ping’an clapped his hands and laughed, “Impressive, impressive. Though it is merely an imitation, still distant from a true masterpiece, it is not entirely crude.”

Ma Ku Xuan said, “Don’t forget you were the one at the bottom of the list, yet you can be so cheerful.”

Chen Ping’an chuckled, “I was at the bottom of the list of the most promising youths in the many worlds. As the top of the list in the Treasure Bottle Continent, are you happy or not?”

Ma Ku Xuan twitched his lips.

Chen Ping’an said, “Could it be that Zou Zi privately told you when ranking the list that you would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix, so you ceded the last spot to me?”

Ma Ku Xuan rubbed his cheeks and grinned, “You’ll have your time to cry.”

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Ma Ku Xuan, you have a congenital flaw of being unable to bear the success of others, always wanting to be above everyone else. Also, you only do things you think you can do well. Ku Xuan, that’s not good. You must change, of course, provided you still have a chance to mend your ways.”

Ma Ku Xuan was thoroughly disgusted by the address of “Ku Xuan ah.”

Zhou Mi, however, glanced at the splash of crimson on the snowy ground.

Ma Ku Xuan sneered, “The old scholar’s nemesis once said that a fondness for teaching others is the greatest of human ailments. I heard that you weren’t satisfied with lecturing, so you ran off to a village to become a schoolteacher?”

Chen Ping’an said, “I think there are two great human ailments. Besides the sage’s teaching of a fondness for teaching, there is another: being ashamed to be a disciple.”

Ma Ku Xuan was momentarily speechless.

Chen Ping’an took a deep breath.

Choosing to accomplish everything in one fell swoop didn’t seem unfeasible.

Zhou Mi no longer paid attention to the verbal sparring between these two countrymen of the same age, but said to himself, “The world mistakenly believes that Liu Cai’s emergence, ascending from an unknown sword cultivator to the list of the ten most promising youths in the many worlds, was due to seizing the opportune moment, benefiting from the will of the heavens, believing that the Heavenly Dao did not wish Ning Yao to be alone in her glory, just as Cao Ci came before Chen Ping’an on the martial path, it seemed that the sword path should be the same, so Liu Cai was compared to Ning Yao, believing that Liu Cai, after a hundred years of sword refinement, would have the opportunity to compete with Ning Yao at the same realm stage. No one expected that the real target of the sword cultivator Liu Cai was not Ning Yao, but Chen Ping’an.”

Ma Ku Xuan’s mind was not ordinary. Instead of gloating, he regretted why he did not have such a nemesis.

Chen Ping’an was certainly a nemesis, but the sword cultivator Liu Cai was a key chess piece tailored by Zou Zi for Chen Ping’an, with a different significance.

However, the misjudgment that Liu Cai had the opportunity to compete with Ning Yao on the sword path was reasonable at the time, because many people thought that the Flying Ascending City had moved to the Five Colored World, no longer the old Sword Qi Great Wall with its strong sword qi fortune. Logically speaking, Ning Yao’s speed of breaking through would slow down, and the stagnation years of her next realm would be longer. Therefore, Liu Cai, who held two Dao Ancestor’s sword-nurturing gourds, had the possibility of catching up.

What was the truth? There was nothing to be done about it, and they later realized they had misunderstood Ning Yao.

It turned out that whether she refined her sword in the Sword Qi Great Wall or not made no difference.

In the previous ten thousand years, the human sword cultivators were nothing more than Chen Qingdu and sword cultivators other than Chen Qingdu, only these two types.

Now, Ning Yao has begun to show signs and momentum of filling the gap left by Chen Qingdu.

It’s just not known whether the Heavenly Barrier transformed from the Ascending Realm to the Fourteenth Realm will stop her.

Ma Ku Xuan suddenly noticed that Chen Ping’an’s expression was strange.

Why, did talking about your Dao companion Ning Yao remind you that you are a kept man? Are you starting to feel uncomfortable?

Now, almost everyone in the Great Brightness World knows the battle record of the Mountain Moving Ancestor of Zheng Yang Mountain, which is amazing and jaw-dropping. He has made a series of earth-shattering feats that are now considered in retrospect. He first severely injured Liu Xianyang in Lizhu Cave, then forced Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao to join forces to deal with him, fought with Song Changjing for a long time, and finally even provoked Qi Jingchun, only because he wanted to move the North Sacred Mountain Piyun Mountain, which now belongs to the Night Tour God…

But they didn’t know that Ma Ku Xuan had also provoked them alone in the past.

At that time, Ma Ku Xuan’s thoughts were still very different from ordinary people. Instead, he felt that it would be good if the alien girl and the lackey of Niping Lane, who were as different as heaven and earth, could come together. It would be interesting to see a flower stuck in cow dung.

Chen Ping’an shook his head and smiled, “A fake person is a fake person, not a real person after all. They can only follow the map and cannot dream.”

Zhou Mi said, “Oh? Please, Sword Immortal Chen, don’t hesitate to enlighten me.”

Chen Ping’an said, “First, let me introduce the earliest names of my two Destined Flying Swords, which are Cage Bird and Moon in the Well. Then, let me correct you. Liu Cai’s flying sword White Colt was initially aimed at the Cage Bird, while the flying sword Azure Heaven was aimed at the Moon in the Well. Of course, there is nothing wrong with your current judgment. I melted bags of gold and copper coins into a river of time, which is a fool’s dream and an overestimation of myself. Trying to create a microcosm within the Cage Bird is also thanks to Liu Cai’s appearance. His two flying swords have given me a lot of inspiration.”

In other words, knowing that Liu Cai was waiting for him on the road ahead, Chen Ping’an not only did not detour, but went further. Your White Colt is not bound by the river of time? Then I will try my best to collect gold and copper coins everywhere and keep throwing money at it. Your Azure Heaven is known as a sword that can break ten thousand swords? Then let’s see how many tens of thousands of swords you can break, ten, a hundred?

Zhou Mi suddenly understood, “Not afraid of dying while embracing the Tao, only willing to follow the straight path, so this is a sword cultivator.”

Ma Ku Xuan tsked and said, “Your head is really hard.”

Zhou Mi showed an appreciative expression and smiled, “Believing in fate but not accepting fate is a good habit.”

Ma Ku Xuan asked in his heart, “What do you mean?”

Zhou Mi replied, “It’s a bit troublesome. It’s not easy to unravel the cocoon, and I’m afraid there are cocoons outside the cocoon. I can roughly deduce that this place is one of the illusory worlds, and there are dozens more candidates. I have found the roots of thirty-two of them. Although their solidity must be average, and not as good as this Sword Qi Great Wall, it won’t be difficult for him to use them at critical moments to hinder your attempts.”

Ma Ku Xuan nodded, “This guy has been thoughtful since he was a child, is good at disguise, and is very cunning. In terms of depth, Song Jixin was not worthy of carrying shoes for this neighbor. He is worthy of being a fellow traveler. I pretended to be a fool, and he pretended to be a good person. We were both successful back then.”

Chen Ping’an seemed to guess their intentions and said with a slightly mocking tone, “It’s useless to give you opportunities.”

Zhou Mi suddenly said in his heart, “Be careful.”

Ma Ku Xuan sneered, “Be careful of what? You continue to break the barrier. It’s best to smash it completely in one go. It doesn’t matter if you don’t succeed. I’m not used to him anyway.”

In an instant, the world changed, the blue sky was clear, and the moon was lovely, without a single snowflake. The earth, which was originally covered with heavy snow, disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, above the city, a line cut across, without a trace of sword light.

The height of the horizontal line was just at the waist of Ma Ku Xuan and Zhou Mi, as if an invisible sword immortal had swung a sword and cut the world horizontally.

Zhou Mi looked calm and just stood there, allowing his body to be cut in half at the waist. The upper half of his body was slightly higher, and there was no scene of blood and flesh splattering. The body was not an illusion, and the sword light did cut through a real object, but the two severed waist openings each flowed and overflowed with bursts of dazzling glazed light. The two lights rose and fell, seemingly trying to connect together on their own and piece together this body again, but they were blocked by the remaining sword intent. This body was like a “straw bag” empty shell, but the straw bag under this skin was worth a lot of money, and it was actually a glazed body made of a large amount of gold and copper coins.

Seemingly having received some instruction from Ma Ku Xuan, Zhou Mi reached out to grasp the date-sized miniature “thunder pool”, and another sword light fell straight down from the top of the city, splitting Zhou Mi into two halves. The body, which was originally divided into upper and lower halves, became four parts. These two sword lights could not actually be said to be one or two, but a complete and huge cut surface, with sword light running through the entire small world.

The sword light bloomed extremely quickly, flashed by, and was continuous. It slashed again and again, cutting Zhou Mi’s form into pieces. The crisscrossing sword lights remained in place, making Zhou Mi on the top of the city fragmented, just maintaining a rough overall appearance, which was horrible.

Ma Ku Xuan’s figure disappeared, and Chen Ping’an suddenly turned around and delivered a sword.

A speck of dust in the high sky instantly transformed into a towering and majestic dharma body thousands of feet high, and trampled hard on the seemingly small Chen Ping’an on the ground.

Ma Ku Xuan’s dharma body, which was wearing five-colored precious armor and had a majestic appearance, was cut open like tofu by the sword light that was lifted up from the soles of his feet to his shoulders, without any hesitation.

The sword light not only broke through the dharma body, but the sword energy also scattered suddenly to both sides, as if there were two giant hands, forcibly supporting Ma Ku Xuan’s dharma body to open to both sides.

Chen Ping’an frowned slightly. It was normal for an ordinary monk in the same realm to have his dharma body slashed open by a sword in his own world.

But Ma Ku Xuan was not an ordinary immortal, and his golden body should not be so vulnerable.

At this moment, Chen Ping’an’s heartstrings were tightened. Between the sparks of lightning and flint, his thoughts turned sharply, and finally he chose a compromise method, avoiding fighting, and hiding his whereabouts.

It turned out that seeing Zhou Mi on the top of the city not only returned to normal in an instant, but the whole “person” became extremely real, and his momentum changed completely. Damn it, he was even more real than Zhou Mi.

At that moment, Chen Ping’an even thought that Ma Ku Xuan had actually colluded with Zhou Mi back then and used it as a backhand left in the world, just waiting for today to kill him and forcefully seize half of him.

Zhou Mi smiled and looked extremely relaxed. He casually raised his arm, put his two fingers together, and drew a stroke.

Pointing directly at the position where Chen Ping’an was standing, Chen Ping’an left as soon as he stepped forward, and a bottomless gully appeared on the ground outside the city, extending all the way out.

The entire Bird Cage world was almost, just a little bit, broken open. The deepest and farthest points of the gully were about to touch the boundary of heaven and earth.

Chen Ping’an, who had hidden his tracks, was shocked and frowned.

Is it really Zhou Mi?

Otherwise, it would be impossible for anyone below the pinnacle Ascending Realm cultivator to create such a situation.

Hearing Ma Ku Xuan say the word “out” in his ears, like a Taoist saint who speaks out and follows the law, Chen Ping’an was dragged out of a secret realm and forced to appear.

The sea of clouds was rolling, and a golden palm stirred up a hole, reaching towards Chen Ping’an, who was suspended in mid-air and could not dodge, with lightning speed.

A sword was thrust out, which did penetrate the golden palm as large as a mountain, but it still slammed down with great momentum. Chen Ping’an had to fight with a fist.

The earth shook, dust flew, and Chen Ping’an, who was smashed down, knelt on one knee, vomited a mouthful of blood in the center of the big pit.

Ma Ku Xuan said that he didn’t learn boxing, so why was this palm, which was not so much magic or supernatural power, as powerful as Cao Ci’s boxing?

Without turning his head, Chen Ping’an swung his sword back.

But he was easily stopped by the omnipresent Zhou Mi, who held the tip of the Night Wanderer Sword with two fingers. Zhou Mi raised his hand, and the sword energy condensed into a long sword, returning the gift with a sword, slashing towards Chen Ping’an’s shoulder.

Chen Ping’an’s figure turned into a dozen sword lights, and in an instant, he condensed into a real body again hundreds of miles away.

In the next moment, only Ma Ku Xuan could be seen on the ground, pulling out a boxing stance as if he had foreseen it, and already delivering a punch towards him.

The fist was vast and invincible.

Between this punch and Chen Ping’an, it was as if hundreds of mirrors were shattered and splashed in all directions, and the scene was magnificent.

This was the advantage of occupying the right time and place. Even if there was a temporary mirror gallery to block this punch, Chen Ping’an still needed to shrink the ground and move horizontally to avoid the fist.

It was very strange. Zhou Mi pinched a magic formula and chanted a word of withdrawal. The gully on the ground disappeared in an instant, as if time had flowed backward and returned to its original state.

Ma Ku Xuan beckoned to Chen Ping’an.

Just as Chen Ping’an was about to speak, Zhou Mi walked forward slowly and said with a smile, “The swordsmanship of the city wall inscriber is disappointing, Sword Immortal Chen.”

Chen Ping’an said, “You don’t even dare to say my name, are you afraid that I will find your hiding place, or are you worried that the real body will notice clues, and he will shatter your glazed golden body with a single thought?”

Zhou Mi said, “I don’t dare to call you by your name, so Sword Immortal Chen dares to call Zhou Mi by his name directly?”

Chen Ping’an smiled casually, “I’m a piece of trash, it doesn’t stop you from being even more trash.”

Zhou Mi said, “I read two stories in a book. The protagonists in the stories can survive not because they are the protagonists, but because they can survive that they are the protagonists.”

“The background of one story began in Niping Lane in a county called Huaihuang County. The protagonist’s surname is Chen.”

“The other story that came before started in a scholarly family in Zhongtu Divine Continent, turned around at the Sword Qi Great Wall, had the most space in the Barbarian World, and ended in the Great Brightness. The ending is still undecided.”

Chen Ping’an suddenly said, “I understand, what a good method.”