Zhou Mi, it seemed, had long anticipated this. Besides the unchanged ferryboat upon which the two stood, all of creation – the Peach Leaf Ferry, the Great Quan Dynasty it belonged to, the Tongye Continent, and the entire Great Harmony World – transformed into a realm of primordial void. Only the sun and moon hung aloft, like two lamp candles illuminating a lone, spectral skiff. Two immortals, side by side, trod the void, together traversing the river of time, spanning millennia.

Varying scenes played out on the ferryboat, blossoming with the unique iridescent colors of the river of time, reflecting upon the two opposing scholars, making them seem like ancient, unfeeling deities.

Qi Jingchun stood at the prow of the floating vessel, surveying his surroundings. The blue-robed scholar had not traveled much in his life. Among the direct disciples of the Sage of Culture, he was the one who had seen the least of the world. He had studied in his youth, taught in his youth, and later, accompanied his senior brother who wished to practice swordsmanship on a journey to the Central Earth Divine Continent. However, that sojourn only lasted a few years, and he did not visit many famous scenic spots. Afterward, the lineage of culture faced calamity. Cui Chan, the Embroidered Tiger who betrayed the orthodox teachings of the Sage of Culture, ultimately chose Treasure Bottle Continent and became the Great Li State Preceptor. Qi Jingchun appeared to oppose him, taking two disciples, Mao Xiaodong and Ma Zhan, to Treasure Bottle Continent, establishing Cliff Academy, one of the seventy-two academies of Confucianism, in the capital region of the Great Li Dynasty, thwarting Cui Chan at every turn. After that, Qi Jingchun served as the resident sage of Carp Pearl Grotto Heaven for sixty years.

Zhou Mi was also examining the surroundings, probing subtle manifestations of the Great Dao, seeking leaks of heavenly secrets. He soon discovered a trace: amidst the scenes playing out on the ferryboat, subtle anomalies twinkled like stars, like flickering candlelight. Even after the lights had gone, faint embers remained, eventually forming a clear path, like a riverbed carrying the flow of time. If placed in the real mountains and rivers of Tongye Continent, this path would begin at the Spirit Revelation Sect, Hantian Street, and the Huan Family’s Flying Eagle Fortress, running from west to east. Where the Northern Jin State bordered the Great Quan Dynasty, the path ran through the Buried River Water God Temple, Peach Leaf Ferry, and Illuminating Screen Peak, north to the Heavenly Gate Peak ferry, from south to north, with the site of the old Daoist temple as the most important central crossing.

Although Zhou Mi found it strange that Qi Jingchun made no attempt to conceal anything, he was, for the moment, unconcerned, and he casually revealed the secret, “This path that Chen Ping’an once took through Tongye Continent is the ‘anchor’ of light that your junior brother Cui Chan chose for you? Is that why you weren’t afraid of me using the River of Time to target Bai Ye in the Floating Cloud Continent? In other words, the only thoughts remaining in Qi Jingchun’s mind center around your junior brother Chen Ping’an? It seems that your junior brother has not disappointed you two senior brothers. During his travels, intentionally or unintentionally, his thoughts are quite heavy, as if he were traveling the mountains and rivers with someone. This scholar, who eventually became the closed-door disciple of your Sage of Culture lineage, probably doesn’t even realize that his first written work is this travelogue, a fortunate coincidence that echoes Qi Jingchun’s journey to Tongye Continent today.”

Qi Jingchun seemed oblivious, simply studying the scenes playing out on the ferryboat.

Zhou Mi did not believe it was Qi Jingchun’s doing, but rather the Embroidered Tiger’s scheme, as Cui Chan acted with greater pragmatism.

No wonder Qi Jingchun dared to choose Tongye Continent, a world already in Zhou Mi’s grasp, as the battlefield as soon as he appeared. His retreat had already been paved by his senior brother Cui Chan and junior brother Chen Ping’an.

This retreat was like a child at play, casually placing two branches on the ground, the person gone but the branches remaining.

It was like a muddy puddle on a narrow alleyway, someone dropping stones as they walked.

The current Qi Jingchun was quite peculiar, possessing neither physical body nor true soul. Though he was a man of boundless void, he possessed the cultivation of the Fourteenth Realm.

Therefore, Qi Jingchun could not easily be distracted, or he would break this mysterious state. In short, Qi Jingchun had already drawn a prison for himself, preserving only a few thoughts that could be called beliefs, cutting away the rest, turning himself into a puppet. For so many years, Qi Jingchun had confined himself to a segment of the River of Time. Few in the world could understand his suffering, no more than could be counted on one hand: the three founders of the Three Teachings, Cui Chan, and Zhou Mi. Other Fourteenth Realm cultivators, even with sufficient cultivation, ultimately did not possess as thorough an understanding of the River of Time as these five.

Therefore, Qi Jingchun would easily answer irrelevantly, talking to himself, with all his actions based on a few remaining thoughts. If he had more thoughts, Qi Jingchun would diminish his cultivation.

Hence, the upcoming battle would be quite different from Bai Ye, who harmonized with poetry. The Sword Immortal Bai Ye’s cultivation would remain at its peak as long as his poems were not exhausted. Qi Jingchun’s Fourteenth Realm would only decline.

Qi Jingchun was not anxious, and Zhou Mi was even less so.

Zhou Mi suddenly laughed, “Now I understand what you rely on. Carp Pearl Grotto Heaven indeed nurtured a golden-bodied incense figurine that combined literary and martial fortune due to Qi Jingchun’s sixty years of tutelage. But your choice isn’t the best. Why didn’t you choose the mud statue in that Immortal Graveyard? Did you choose this broken one because of fate, nostalgia, or simply because it caught your eye?”

Like a sage’s words becoming law, after Zhou Mi revealed the secret, a hidden Dharmakaya spontaneously appeared behind Qi Jingchun: a mottled polychrome armored deity with a broken golden body, yet adorned with a jade hairpin. The scales of the armor were continuous, and the edges of the armor were decorated with two beaded threads, the beads round and full, with many missing arms. With the mountain and river luck condensed from the golden figurine, Qi Jingchun, with an unorthodox method, temporarily reached a state of restoring a complete soul, using a Daoist spirit officer statue as a dwelling, and stabilizing the “soul” with Buddha-nature, ultimately matching the Buddhist principle, “Though the light is extinguished, the lamp remains.”

This was both the unity of man and heaven that Confucian scholars diligently pursued, the Buddhist’s “freedom from delusion, cutting off thought and confusion, dwelling in the Fourth Flaming Wisdom Ground”, and the Daoist’s “treading the void and guarding stillness, a vessel empty and bright.”
Qi Jingchun remained deaf to Zhou Mi’s words, his gaze lowered to the path, so slender compared to the vast world, or rather, a segment of Chen Ping’an’s journey through Tongye Continent. With a slight deduction and extrapolation, Qi Jingchun discovered that the young man who had left his hometown with a sword and returned, harbored a spectrum of emotions. Some parts of the journey were joyous, exploring magnificent landscapes with friends. Some were sorrowful, like witnessing the departures of children on the streets of Flying Eagle Fortress. Others were moments of youthful spirit, such as when the Little Mister spoke of order at the Burying River Water God’s residence before collapsing in a drunken stupor.

The blue-robed scholar, who should not have entertained further thoughts, smiled and said, “Once the heart’s lamp is lit, the night path becomes like day. In the freezing cold, the Dao tree flourishes forever. Little Brother has read so many books.”

Qi Jingchun forcibly shattered his current state of, to some extent, supposed sincere mind, and muttered, “Master is too busy. Cui Chan is too ruthless. Zuo You is too stubborn. He’s too young, and his burdens are too heavy. How can there be such a laborious Little Brother in the world?”

Qi Jingchun didn’t even glance at Zhou Mi. “Aren’t you pleasantly surprised and curious as to why I would destroy my own cultivation, teaching you what is ‘sole concentration and utmost purity,’ only to voluntarily withdraw from this state? A scholar like you, let alone accomplish it, wouldn’t even understand it. I know you don’t believe me. You’re just like Cui Dongshan when he first arrived at Lizhu Cave Heaven. But don’t think you’re kindred spirits with Embroidered Tiger. You’re not worthy. No matter how unorthodox Cui Chan is, he’s still the foremost disciple of the Sage of Culture and a scholar of Haoran.”

Zhou Mi smiled. “This isn’t a debate between the three teachings; there’s no need for verbal sparring.”

Qi Jingchun dismissed it with a smile. He first raised his sleeve to block the great sun of Zhou Mi’s inner world. If I don’t see it, then it doesn’t exist. As the master of this world, Zhou Mi, your word doesn’t count.

Then, with two fingers together, Qi Jingchun plucked a chess piece from the chessboard of heaven and earth. The Taixu night sky, originally illuminated by the sun and moon, suddenly had only the bright moon remaining, forced to reveal a boundless sea of books. Moonlight reflected on the water, and a snow-white chess piece quickly materialized on Qi Jingchun’s fingertip, like a sheet of rice paper being gently lifted. The surface of the entire boundless sea of books instantly turned pitch-black like an ink pond.

Qi Jingchun released his finger, and the white piece hung suspended in the air. He then concealed the bright moon. Qi Jingchun turned to pick up a black piece, causing the landscape, which had resembled an ink pond, to regain its light, becoming a scene where only the great sun shone, illuminating only the snow-white side.

Qi Jingchun said, “Shatter.”

The black and white chess pieces beside him lightly bumped together and shattered with a bang.

The two layers of heavenly restrictions that Zhou Mi had secretly arranged were thus broken and vanished without a trace.

Zhou Mi frowned slightly, shook his sleeves, and similarly extended his two fingers, each fingertip receiving two lightly sketched black and white characters, the true names of the great demons manifested from Zhou Mi’s inner lake – the Lotus Hermit and the Armored King.

Zhou Mi returned the favor, shaking his head. “Cliffside Academy? This academy’s name is poorly chosen. Heavenly thunder cleaves the cliffside, and the great tribulation of karma falls upon you, so Qi Jingchun has nowhere to hide.”

If Qi Jingchun were to evade, the karma of the Great Dao would affect the entire Lizhu Cave Heaven, and even implicate the fortune of the mountains and rivers of the entire Treasure Bottle Continent. Then, the Great Li Dynasty, where one nation is one continent, would have its civil and martial fortunes reduced by thirty to forty percent. In that case, the demon armies of the Wilderness should currently be near the secondary capital, instead of being stubbornly blocked in the Southern Mountain Range. However, Embroidered Tiger Cui Chan still wouldn’t care too much about this matter, merely contracting the battle lines, making the continental defense formation more compact, ultimately garrisoning troops on both sides of the central Great River, which would likely be renamed, and defending the secondary capital to the death. If that were the case, the Wilderness would suffer fewer losses, but Zhou Mi would find it even more troublesome.

“Then I shall obey the ancients and command the ghosts and gods to grind the Cliffside.”

As Zhou Mi’s words settled, depictions of the mountains and rivers of Treasure Bottle Continent, the Cliffside Academy yet to travel to Great Sui, and the small town schoolhouse within Lizhu Cave Heaven appeared in the surrounding void.

These three scenes were all false images of Zhou Mi’s inner world, but they were highly likely to be the truth of Qi Jingchun’s inner lake as a Fourteenth Realm cultivator.

Such illusory and unsubstantial techniques would be a pointless waste of effort for anyone else, but they were useful precisely against the current Qi Jingchun.

One after another, remnants of ancient gods, trampling on the mountains and rivers of the continent, instantly sank it into the earth. A storm fell upon the Cliffside Academy, drowning out the sound of reading aloud. A small cave heaven, condensed into a Lizhu, was crushed and shattered by a heavenly tribulation.

Qi Jingchun allowed Zhou Mi to use his divine abilities, striking down what he thought were the three truths. He smiled and said, “Zhou Mi of the literary sea in the Wilderness, you’ve certainly read a lot. Three million volumes of books, in the greater and lesser worlds… Hmm, the Myriad Volume Tower, there are only three hundred worlds.”

Zhou Mi nodded. “It’s nothing special, just hard to avoid nostalgia.”

Qi Jingchun asked with a smile, “Are you just crashing around like a headless fly? Are you reluctant to use your trump card, unwilling to let me see the image of my junior brother in your heart, or are you worried about someone, making even longer-term plans?”

Zhou Mi replied with a smile, “This isn’t a schoolteacher with children. When the student has a question, the teacher answers.”

Logically speaking, Zhou Mi should have sensed the heart’s path of lights and struck down the young hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall first.

Moreover, Zhou Mi had gained a considerable understanding of Chen Ping’an through Li Zhen’s years of observation, dialogue, and provocation on the opposite shore, followed by retrospective examination of the long rivers of time seen by Li Zhen and “Lu Fayen,” one near and one far. What’s more, there was Zhou Mi’s direct disciple, the sword cultivator Liu Bai. The mountain and water restriction set up by the Jiazi Account was originally the work of “Lu Fayen,” or rather, Zhou Mi. The young hidden official was hidden from the world, but Zhou Mi could see him perfectly clearly, his every word, every action, and even his state of mind, without omission.

The only flaw was that the young man, whether by luck or ingrained caution, prevented Zhou Mi from finding an entry point into his heart. Otherwise, Zhou Mi’s Yin spirit would travel far, taking root in Chen Ping’an’s inner lake, using the young hidden official’s small world within his body to isolate the Sword Qi Great Wall’s greater world. “Lu Fayen” would eventually become a new Chen Ping’an.

Zhou Mi couldn’t guarantee the success of this scheme, but as long as the young hidden official made one wrong move, everything would be lost.
During this period, that travelogue of landscapes and waters actually caused quite a bit of trouble. It should have been a collaborative, miraculous stroke by Cui Chan and Zhou Mi, each displaying their divine abilities. Back then, Zhou Mi instructed Li Zhen to hand over the book, allowing Chen Ping’an, bored to death in his confined space, to peruse it. Zhou Mi believed it would be a chance to break the deadlock, at least causing a ripple in Chen Ping’an’s state of mind. Never did he expect that it would instead strengthen Chen Ping’an’s Daoist heart. It seemed that after just one read-through, he immediately perceived Cui Chan’s intentions.

Scholars can escape the cage of greed, but not necessarily the world of “fame”.

Therefore, when Li Zhen handed over that travelogue, Zhou Mi had already, ahead of Chen Ping’an, refined six characters, concealing four motes of spiritual light within them, specifically on the characters “Yellow Bird” and “Fish Dragon” in the fourth chapter. This was to guard against Cui Chan. Besides these, the characters “Ning” and “Yao” each contained a sliver of divinity stripped away by Zhou Mi, intended to scheme against the young Hidden Official’s mind. Unexpectedly, Chen Ping’an never placed the refined characters into his heart lake, but instead used a pseudo-Jade Purity divine ability to store them in his sleeve universe.

At that time, “Lu Fayan,” who had already become Zhou Mi’s harmonized Yin spirit, made an exception and appeared on the city wall to chat with Chen Ping’an. One matter was to thoroughly dispel those motes of spiritual light and divinity, and then, with the help of the reversing currents of the River of Time, to make Chen Ping’an completely unaware.

However, this showed that the Embroidered Tiger truly didn’t value his little junior brother’s life. Because if any link in the chain went wrong, Chen Ping’an would no longer be Chen Ping’an.

Or perhaps the soul-searching trials of “Chen Ping’an’s Case” and “Exhausted Bamboo Lake” in that travelogue were a kind of inconceivable Dao-guarding by Cui Chan? To place a youth so early in a dangerous environment of human hearts and ghostly machinations, where his original Daoist heart could collapse at any moment?

Xiao Xun’s dharma robe was refined from the Qi of the Three Continents. Swinging his swords left and right was equivalent to striking the Master. Yet, he still cut without hesitation.

Qi Jingchun was also like this at the fourteenth realm.

And then there was the Sword Qi Great Wall’s young Hidden Official, and the Embroidered Tiger Cui Chan of Treasure Bottle Continent.

The direct disciples of the Literary Saint lineage, without even discussing their realm or cultivation, how did they cultivate their hearts? What were they thinking?

Zhou Mi felt some sincere admiration and withdrew the three futile realms of mental imagery.

He clasped his hands behind his back. “If it weren’t for your appearance, many of my hidden moves would have remained unknown to the world. Losing is fate, winning is luck. Qi Jingchun only needs to look ahead.”

This boundless ocean of books, seemingly complete, was actually crisscrossed, with many small and large realms mysteriously overlapping, arranged in a staggered manner. Within this vast realm, even the River of Time ceased to exist. Only after losing the two “blinders” that were both world restrictions and fourteenth realm cultivators did a pavilion, originally hidden by Zhou Mi, appear. Touching the heavens and reaching the earth, it was one of the fundamental Great Daos in Zhou Mi’s heart. The pavilion had three floors, each with a figure sitting within. A gaunt, blue-robed, white-boned scholar was the manifestation of the frustrated Jia Sheng’s state of mind. An old man with a clear and refined appearance and a bamboo flute at his waist was the embodiment of Lu Fayan, the one who taught phonetics and conveyed the Dao, symbolizing Zhou Mi’s new identity in the Wilderness. At the highest point, the top floor contained a young scholar of around twenty years of age, but with dark eyes and a hunched figure, showing alternating auras of spirited ambition and weary decline, like the alternating of the sun and moon. The Jia Sheng of the past, the Zhou Mi of today, merged into one.

Qi Jingchun didn’t need to look up and gaze into the distance at all. The scenery of that pavilion was revealed in complete detail. The first floor had books piled up like mountains, arranged with considerable care and effort. One of them was in the shape of Mount Sui. In addition to displaying a painting of the five sacred mountains from the Three Mountains Nine Marquis, considered the oldest true forms of the Five Peaks, Zhou Mi also innovatively refined countless characters, numbering in the tens of millions. On the first floor of the pavilion, he erected nine majestic towers, among which the Tower Suppressing the Sword and the Tower Suppressing Bai Ze were built with the most care and effort. The selected books were of great significance.

On the second floor of the pavilion were a golden zither, a chess game in mid-play, several calligraphy scrolls, and a collection of five-character quatrains. Hanging there were couplets from a scholar’s study, with a long sword leaning against them.

Qi Jingchun ignored that Zhou Mi, instead seemingly wandering with his mind, casually flipping through those three million books.

With stillness, he focused his mind; with the spring breeze, he turned the pages.

Among the three hundred plus tall and short, overlapping realms, and the haphazardly placed books of the sages, many were ancient and rare volumes that Qi Jingchun had never had the chance to peruse in his lifetime.

Zhou Mi smiled. “My greatest joy is in five-character quatrains. Twenty characters, like twenty immortals. If Liu Cha only cares about his own feelings and refuses to draw his sword even once, then I will have to use the appearance of phonetics to help him ask about the sword of the amiable Confucian of the Southern Abundance Continent. I have twenty sword immortals manifested in my heart, just enough to make a five-character quatrain, a poem titled ‘Sword Immortals.'”

“In ancient times, there were a total of ten people. Among them, Chen Qingdu, Guanzhao, and Dragon Lord lived the longest. I was fortunate enough to witness each of them draw their swords. In later generations, there are ten sword cultivators and swordsmen, still without any distinction of superior or inferior, each with their own purity and elegance. Yu Dou of White Jade City, most proud of Bai Ye, Zhao Xuansu, the Dragon Tiger Mountain Patriarch who dared to go beyond the heavens and dared to die, Zhao Tianlai, the current Grand Celestial Master who dares to come to Empyrean Leaf Continent, Sun Huaizhong of the Grand Profound Capital Temple who is willing to lend out his sword, Dong Sangeng who travels alone in the Wilderness, Chen Xi, who almost asked about life and death with the old blind man, Liu Cha, the bearded and heroic, A Liang, the least like a Confucian of the Asian Saint lineage, and Zuo You, who comes from your Literary Saint lineage.”

“In addition, Xiao Xun, whose heart is free from good and evil, Ning Yao of Ascending Cloud City, with a promising Great Dao, the future Liu Cai, and Chen Ping’an, whom you, Qi Jingchun, have high hopes for, can all be considered candidates.”

Qi Jingchun seemed to rarely listen to Zhou Mi’s words, but he still distractedly continued to flip through the books.

Zhou Mi looked towards the young Jia Sheng version of himself on the top floor of the pavilion.

Inside the top floor, an incense burner was placed on a book, and the book was placed on a straw cushion.

Zhou Mi said to himself, “I once had the ambition to be an unmoored boat in the mortal world, slaying ghosts and striking down bandits. But I truly lack the heart to cultivate the golden elixir of immortality, unbound by heaven and earth.”

Qi Jingchun glanced at the pavilion. “You choose to fight the world with books. To be a companion to the ancients. To be a friend of the heavens. You only watch the freedom of people’s hearts. Don’t think that just because the Literary Temple of the Central Earth has accepted the Thirteen Policies of Great Peace, the world will truly be at peace for ten thousand generations. It can’t be done.”
In his youth, when Cui Chan was still a student, he once said that a truly powerful nation, during times of peace, possesses the strength to invade other countries but chooses to coexist peacefully. Within its borders, families pass down knowledge and farming skills, people’s hearts are united, individuals are interconnected like mortise and tenon joints, travelers far from home never feel estranged from their homeland, and even those who haven’t studied the classics behave virtuously without knowing it.

The Old Scholar stood quietly at the doorway, clapping his hands lightly and smiling, as if he had won a debate even grander than a Three Teachings debate.

That was the first time Zuo You had proactively suggested drinking that day.

After drinking, the Old Scholar was in exceptionally high spirits. He even stepped onto a long bench, raised his arm high, ignoring the spilled wine, and spoke with great enthusiasm. It was a self-addressed question and answer: What is a pure and innocent heart? It has little to do with the grandeur of one’s deeds or one’s age. It’s simply that some people dismantle bridges after crossing them, while others insist on building and repairing them. Some curse the hand that feeds them, while others quietly clean up the dishes, concerned about the stability of the table and benches. Some believe growing up means becoming worldly and smooth, while others believe growth means being able to endure more hardships for oneself and others. Some believe the strong are unrestrained, possessing a pure and unadulterated freedom, while others believe they must become strong to do something for the world!

That was also the first time Zuo You had announced that they could drink the next day as well.

However, he added a caveat, telling Xiao Qi to earn money at his stall, while he and his senior brother would help create a lively atmosphere, warning the fool Da not to join in, as he would only scare away customers.

Many books flipped through by the spring breeze began to vanish into thin air, and dozens of large and small worlds within Zhou Mi’s heart disappeared in an instant.

If it were a Fifth Realm Sword Cultivator, even if they poured all their strength into a sword strike without expending a single bit of spiritual energy, it would still take them years to dispel so many restrictions of heaven and earth.

Zhou Mi seemed somewhat helpless, saying, “Using this to distract myself and generate thoughts, does a scholar stealing books truly not count as theft?”

Qi Jingchun glanced at the pavilion. Zhou Mi also wanted to use the Three Teachings knowledge in others’ hearts to temper his Dao heart, seeking a shortcut to break through the Fourteenth Realm bottleneck.

To ascend to a higher level, to climb the tower and reach the heavens, Zhou Mi desired to surpass the heavens alone.

As for the so-called collection of three million volumes, the various worlds, and the three-story pavilion of mental images, they were all mere distractions. For Zhou Mi now, they were already dispensable.

Zhou Mi shook his head, saying, “Not very easy.”

Qi Jingchun smiled and said, “Bookworms can devour countless words, but they absorb too little understanding. That’s why after you reached the Fourteenth Realm, you discovered you’d reached a dead end, only able to seek harmony with great demons outside of words. Since it’s so difficult, why don’t I help you? Your world is uneven and fragmented? Coincidentally, I have a natal character that I can lend you.”

Zhou Mi shook his head, saying, “Borrowing that character ‘Qi’ is out of the question. I fear Xu Jun of Zhaoling would risk everything to join forces with Cui Chan and ruin my cultivation. However, being devoured of three million volumes of books, absorbing all the worlds, and then completely dissipating into the vast world, or me devouring a Fourteenth Realm cultivator, breaking through the bottleneck, both sides can indeed take a gamble.”

Qi Jingchun finally began to inspect the books of the Three Teachings for the first time, first picking out rare and fine editions, then flipping through books he had read or not read, all of which vanished into thin air under the spring breeze, merging into Qi Jingchun’s great Dao in the Fourteenth Realm.

Zhou Mi frowned slightly.

As Qi Jingchun flipped through more books, the dharma image behind him began to gradually crumble. Two Qi Jingchuns appeared on his left and right sides, their blurry figures gradually becoming clearer.

One was solemn and dignified, while the other was withered and gaunt. The Qi Jingchun in the center was still a scholar in a green robe with white hair at his temples.

Zhou Mi gradually relaxed his frown.

Once Qi Jingchun had devoured enough books, he would allow the other party to “unify the Three Teachings,” establishing a religion and becoming a patriarch in Zhou Mi’s heart.

That Qi Jingchun truly took the opportunity to flip through and “borrow” three million volumes of books in one go.

Zhou Mi suddenly felt a tension in his heartstrings. Without another word, he unleashed his divine powers with all his might for the first time. The three hundred and sixty-five acupoints were all refined by Zhou Mi into natal objects, inhabited by the reincarnated souls of great demons from the desolate lands, sword cultivators from the Great Wall of Sword Intent, and remnants of deities, all responsible for guarding various human-body celestial paradises.

It turned out that Zhou Mi’s pursuit of harmony had completely refined his soul and body into an image where celestial paradises were connected.

Therefore, Zhou Mi himself was already equivalent to a brand-new world!

Once Qi Jingchun unified the Three Teachings in this world, even if he reached the Fifteenth Realm, it would definitely not be stable. Zhou Mi had the first move, seizing the advantages of heaven, earth, and humanity. Qi Jingchun’s chances of winning were indeed small.

However, Zhou Mi never expected these master and disciple brothers to make such a crazy and unreasonable move.

Qi Jingchun’s Fourteenth Realm could not last for too long, but what if that Embroidered Tiger reached the Fourteenth Realm? Using Zhou Mi’s three million books, the two sides would choose to exchange an old realm for a new one?

On the side of the provisional capital in the central Treasure Bottle Continent, the “Embroidered Tiger Cui Chan” raised one hand, solidifying it into the Spring character seal, smiling and saying, “When in doubt, ask my Spring Breeze.”

But the “Qi Jingchun” in Zhou Mi’s mental image suddenly shook his head and laughed loudly, saying, “Jia Sheng’s schemes are indeed disappointing.”