As He Shou, a venerable sage enshrined alongside the Confucius within the Wen Temple, and tasked with guarding the ruins of the Sword Qi Great Wall, he descended swiftly from the heavens. He halted in mid-air just beyond the ramparts of the half-standing Great Wall. Acting in accordance with propriety, he remained true to the unspoken rules, his feet never touching the wall itself. With utmost respect, he bowed to the most senior sword cultivator in this human realm, saying, “Junior He Shou pays respects to Senior Grand Sword Immortal.”

The epithet “Grand Sword Immortal” was first coined by A’Liang. It was then adopted by the native sword cultivators of the Great Wall. This, along with returning sword cultivators from all the continents, embraced this reverential address for Chen Qingdu, and it became a tacit agreement.

Chen Qingdu merely gazed towards Mount Tuoyue, ignoring the salutation of the Wen Temple sage.

He Shou, left momentarily in the cold, was not offended. If this Grand Sword Immortal were easy to deal with, he wouldn’t be Chen Qingdu.

He Shou then offered a wry smile. He had been kept in the dark regarding the concealment, manifestation, and actions of that high-ranking deity, leading to the implication of the young Hidden Official and his half of the Great Wall, who was undergoing Dao integration. Before the Grand Sword Immortal appeared, Chen Ping’an’s location was under a concealed form of attack.

Regardless, this was his and the Wen Temple’s dereliction of duty, and he had to acknowledge it.

He Shou could, for now, only confirm one thing: that god’s surreptitious attack seemed to have “awakened” a portion of the Grand Sword Immortal’s primordial spirit.

Without delivering a single sword strike towards the barbaric lands, Chen Qingdu opened the heavens with a single sword stroke, safeguarding the entire city and ascending it towards the iridescent skies.

Finally, with another stroke, he slew the transgressive Dragon Lord.

And now, with just a single sword, he utterly shattered the golden body and divine essence of a high-ranking deity.

As for why Chen Qingdu was able to reappear, He Shou did not wish to delve into it.

He Shou had to concede that if the Grand Sword Immortal hadn’t left behind a safeguard within the Great Wall, he certainly would not have been able to protect Chen Ping’an’s half of the wall as he underwent Dao integration. The consequences would have been unthinkable. Not to mention the global ramifications, Old Scholar’s protective nature towards his students was well known. Being berated relentlessly would be nothing; Old Scholar might even secretly steal his enshrined statue from the Wen Temple.

Why did Old Scholar once shatter that mountain in the Central Continent with a single foot stomp?

It was to avenge his disciple Jun Qian. Years ago, Jun Qian and his junior brother Qi Jingchun traveled together, only to be turned away by the mountain spirit, who hurled insults and revealed Liu Shiliu’s secret, that he was a demonic being. The Mountain Lord, who seemed to have connections with White Jade City, had even attempted to detain Liu Shiliu and Qi Jingchun within the mountain.

Chen Qingdu strolled slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. He shook his head, saying, “Don’t fret. The half of the city wall hasn’t been completely destroyed. It’s not a big deal for Chen Ping’an as he is now. The boy is used to getting beat up anyway. Besides, they hid for so long, and we of the Great Wall didn’t notice a thing. Besides, your scholars’ true strength lies in imparting knowledge and resolving doubts. Fighting and killing isn’t really your forte.”

He Shou hesitated, wanting to speak, but thought better of it.

He had wanted to say that the Supreme Sage and the Sage of Rites were no slouches in a fight.

But it wasn’t worth arguing with the Grand Sword Immortal over this.

Dong Sangeng, Xiao Xun, Chen Xi, Qi Tingji, and other Sword Immortals of the Sword Qi Great Wall; A’Liang, Zuo You, Pei Min, Zhou Shenzhi, and others from the lands of the vastness; Liu Cha, the bearded swordsman from the barbaric lands; Yu Dou of White Jade City, revered as truly invincible; Sun Huaizhong of the Xuan Du Temple, a leader among the Daoist sword immortals…

In any case, over ten thousand years, across several realms, countless geniuses have emerged in the art of swordsmanship, a constellation of brilliance. Yet, no one has ever dared to proclaim themselves invincible in the way of the sword.

All because, upon this city wall, stood an old man named Chen Qingdu.

Even the arrogant Second Master Yu Dou, in his early years, dared not rashly seek a duel with Chen Qingdu, stopping at the Catch and Release Pavilion on Upside-Down Mountain.

Otherwise, Yu Dou would only need to step across the gate from Upside-Down Mountain, and then onto the ramparts of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Why didn’t he dare, didn’t want to, couldn’t challenge him? Because to challenge him was to lose, to be wounded, to die.

Legend has it that A’Liang, not long after arriving at the Great Wall, once got drunk within the city and rushed to a summit meeting of Sword Immortals that he wasn’t even invited to. Upon reaching the city wall, he strode towards the thatched hut, declaring that after ten thousand years of cultivating in seclusion on the wall, not a single person had come to challenge the Grand Sword Immortal. The Grand Sword Immortal was too lonely, so he, A’Liang, would break the precedent. “Make way, let me do it!”

However, the Sword Immortals attending the meeting, and the cultivators watching the spectacle from outside the wall, failed to stop A’Liang. Then, when the Grand Sword Immortal emerged from the hut and nodded, saying “Good”, A’Liang seemed to instantly sober up. With a bounce, he landed next to the Grand Sword Immortal, righteously proclaiming, “Let me massage the Grand Sword Immortal’s shoulders! You’re all a bunch of heartless bastards who don’t know how to care for the Grand Sword Immortal, so a stranger has to come and offer warmth and comfort?”

It was probably after that incident that A’Liang became famous, earning a resounding nickname.

Moreover, after that, the damned A’Liang considered himself the Grand Sword Immortal’s warm jacket.

But the Grand Sword Immortal found this idea too disgusting and it did not circulate within the Sword Qi Great Wall, otherwise A’Liang would most likely have an additional nickname.

Chen Qingdu glanced at the long saber that had fallen to the earth. It looked familiar, as it was an artifact wielded by ancient deities who governed punishments. In fact, not only did it look familiar, but he had dealt with it many times ten thousand years ago.

The so-called dealing was naturally clashing with blades. In the final battle, the deity who defeated the venerable one was a sword cultivator of the same generation as the Dragon Lord. However, the former followed the Old Ancestor of the Military School and attempted to embark on a different path, sacrificing the lives of all mortals who had become something other than cultivators, eventually leading to a great rift within the human race, causing countless deaths among the cultivators.

And this deity, who did not completely perish at the time, once ranked among the twelve high positions. According to the Old Heavenly Court’s divine roles, he was considered a direct subordinate of the sword-wielding individual.

Ten thousand years ago, beneath its blade, the corpses and bones of the demons accumulated into mountains, and countless blood had gathered into an ancient river that ran through the barbaric realm.

Heaven and Earth viewed humans as mayflies, and the Great Dao viewed Heaven and Earth as bubbles.

Chen Qingdu sighed. It seemed that the predecessor who came to this city wall for a stroll might have been here not only to see Chen Ping’an, but also to reminisce about old friends?

No wonder the narrow blade, Zhan Kan, which was first left in the Azure Heavens, followed that outer demon to the Sword Qi Great Wall, changed hands, and eventually was obtained by Chen Ping’an.
This narrow *zhan kan* blade, used for executions on the ancient Dragon-Slaying Platform, is to ordinary swords as a prince’s mountain is to a sovereign peak—filled with the inclination to worship.

The Dao of Heaven crumbles, each is cast to a distant place, the Great Dao cycles, and the two blades are adjacent.

Chen Qingdu’s mind stirred slightly, and the sheathless, snow-white long sword swept to the city wall. He said, “Later, please trouble you to give this sword to our Hidden Official, saying it’s a congratulatory gift for his marriage to Ning Yatou. He doesn’t have to come in person, but the gift must be valuable.”

He Shou nodded in agreement.

Chen Qingdu waved his hand, “Go, go. We have nothing to talk about. Meaningless pleasantries would only lead to awkwardness for both of us.”

He Shou originally felt no awkwardness at all. After all, being able to chat with the Old Sword Immortal as much as possible was a great stroke of luck.

But since Chen Qingdu had spoken, He Shou had no choice but to bow again and bid farewell to the Old Sword Immortal. The old scholar returned to the sky, continuing to watch the distant ferries, feeling a bit saddened. After this farewell, there would truly be no chance to meet the Old Sword Immortal again.

Wei Jin had already risen and, riding the wind, arrived at the cliffside area of the other city wall. He cupped his fist from afar, saying, “Wei Jin greets the Old Sword Immortal.”

Chen Qingdu stepped to the cliffside, glanced at the Great Sword Immortal of the Wind and Snow Temple, and nodded, “Your realm is rising rapidly. It’s been a few years; one has to look at you in a new light.”

Wei Jin felt helpless.

Cao Jun arrived next to Wei Jin, barely daring to breathe, but he muttered in his heart, “Why does this sound so familiar?”

Chen Qingdu looked at the few strands of pure sword intent outside the city wall and asked, “I gave you the sword manual. Why can’t you win the approval of Zong Yuan’s sword path?”

The Old Sword Immortal rubbed his chin, “There’s no reason. You two are separated by thousands of years. Logically speaking, neither of you is stealing the other’s wife. And that Zong Yuan kid is known for his good temper and his passionate nature. There’s no reason for him to dislike you.”

In the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall, there were indeed some sword cultivators who could speak a few more words with Chen Qingdu.

For example, Zong Yuan earlier, and Dong Guanpu later.

The Old Sword Immortal suddenly narrowed his eyes, turning his head to look at a strange battlefield in the hinterlands of the Savage World, where heavenly secrets were isolated. “No wonder. It’s Zhou Mi’s machinations again.”

With a wave of his sleeve, Chen Qingdu unfurled a scroll of the River of Time, invisible to outsiders. The Hundred Sword Immortals of Supporting Moon Mountain had all practiced swordsmanship on the neighboring city wall.

After examining all the sword immortal seedlings of the Savage World, he finally saw the young sword cultivator who seemed to have the worst aptitude, and had not yet received the gift of sword intent.

Seeing that the Old Sword Immortal was silent, Wei Jin wisely kept quiet.

Cao Jun’s eyes widened. Anyway, it was worth it to take a few more glances at the Old Sword Immortal.

When the young sword cultivator practiced swordsmanship here on the city wall, he seemed somewhat absent-minded, not focusing on his main task, but rather like a wandering cultivator enjoying the scenery, just staring outside the city wall in a daze.

When a Qi Refiner nurtured a Natal Flying Sword, they could establish their own sect. Different from other Qi Refiners, the top priority was to quickly find one or two Natal Divine Abilities for the Flying Sword.

Therefore, there were very few rogue sword cultivators in the world. There was a reason for this: firstly, the number of sword cultivators was relatively precious and rare. No sect in the world would find them undesirable. Secondly, the path of sword refinement consumed too much wealth. Cultivating as a wild mountain cultivator was not impossible, but without the financial support of a sect, it would inevitably be more difficult. Finally, the most important thing was the Natal Divine Abilities of a sword cultivator’s Natal Flying Sword. The extraordinariness of sword cultivators was, in fact, a literal “Heavenly Gifted”, which could almost be regarded as a gift from the heavens.

Because the Great Dao source of a sword cultivator’s Natal Flying Sword was once the “straight paths of the riverbed” in the River of Time, it became the most favored of the myriad of arts and techniques in later generations, the most “orderly”, and then evolved countless kinds of Flying Sword Natal Divine Abilities.

This was why sword cultivators had the greatest innate advantage among Qi Refiners, because sword cultivators were truly “favored by nature, and unique.”

Therefore, sword cultivators on the mountain were qualified to be the most unreasonable. No matter how boundless your arts and techniques, I have one sword to break ten thousand techniques.

In those few years, the sword cultivators of Supporting Moon Mountain left the city wall one after another, but this young sword cultivator who was singled out by Chen Qingdu, ranked at the bottom, and was little-known, left the city wall extremely late, seemingly without gaining anything. He could be said to be inspecting the Sword Qi Great Wall ruins with Water-Moon Observation and White-Bone Observation, rather than practicing swordsmanship. Only when a few wisps of Zong Yuan’s remaining sword intent swept across the sky, did the young sword cultivator seem to face a formidable enemy.

In the end, the sword cultivator was quietly taken away by the Fourteenth Realm Great Cultivator “Lu Fayan,” who had chatted with Chen Ping’an. Otherwise, Dragon Lord would act according to the Jiazi Law, and the sword cultivator who failed to obtain pure sword intent would not think of leaving the city wall alive.

Chen Qingdu quickly found clues.

Among the Hundred Sword Immortals of Supporting Moon Mountain, carefully arranged by the Savage World, besides a very few pure sword cultivators with “clean backgrounds”, almost all of them had inextricable connections with the gods. For example, this young sword cultivator was undoubtedly a reincarnation of a god, inheriting a part of a certain high-ranking god’s Natal Divine Ability. The Divine Ability of that Flying Sword was close to “visualization.”

Seeing the bone structure through the appearance, continuously deducing and piecing together the mental appearance, infinitely approaching a certain truth.

Only to visualize a sword cultivator of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Zong Yuan.

Obviously, this was one of Zhou Mi’s follow-up moves, an unexpected surprise for the Great World and the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Is Zong Yuan’s return to the human world an accident?

Is seeing Zong Yuan again in the human world a surprise?

Chen Qingdu dispersed the painting of the River of Time, and said to Wei Jin, “Tell me some important things.”

A wisp of soul, a sliver of primordial spirit, cannot remain in this human world for long.

Wei Jin succinctly spoke about some major events.

The Most Sage Master, on the summit of Sui Mountain in the Central Earth, and the Savage Great Ancestor in the Jiaolong Ravine ruins, remotely exchanged Daoist skills.

A Liang was suppressed under Supporting Moon Mountain for several years. His realm dropped from the Fourteenth Realm. He went to the Western Buddhist Kingdom before returning to the Great World.

The Four Immortal Swords gathered in Floating Cloud Continent. Bai Ye challenged the Six Thrones alone. Later, he was taken by the Literary Saint to the Great Mysterious Capital Temple in the Azure Firmament World.

The Savage World occupied the mountains and rivers of Tongye, Floating Cloud, and Golden Armor Continents, and was finally intercepted by the Great Li Iron Cavalry in the central part of Treasure Bottle Continent. Zhou Mi led his followers and ascended to the heavens.

Ning Yao broke through her realms one after another in her new home named the Five-Colored World, reaching the Ascension Realm, becoming the number one person in the world. During this time, she personally killed a high-ranking god.

After a council in the Literary Temple of the Central Earth, they started fighting the Savage World.
Ah Liang ventured deep into the hinterlands with an Ascension Realm cultivator, after which Zuo You, wielding swords, traveled far and wide to aid him.

Chen Pingan, accompanied by four sword cultivators, recently departed from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The Eldest Sword Immortal spoke only two sentences during this time:

“It’s a shame Bai Ye isn’t ultimately a sword cultivator; otherwise, his arrival here could have allowed him to learn a few fitting sword techniques.”

“That Ning girl is exactly as expected, not surprising in the slightest.”

Chen Qingdu then posed two questions.

“Has Zuo You now ascended to the Fourteenth Realm?”

Wei Jin shook his head, explaining that Master Zuo’s aspirations were too grand. Originally, he had a chance to enter the Fourteenth Realm, but his pursuit of a broader sword dao delayed his breakthrough.

Chen Qingdu’s final question was, “Was it the Young Master who suggested initiating the conflict between the Confucian Temple and the Crescent Moon Mountain?”

Wei Jin smiled and replied, “It wasn’t the Sage of Rites; it was Chen Pingan who first suggested initiating hostilities, saying that the fight should begin immediately.”

Chen Qingdu nodded, a hint of a smile on his face.

*This* kid isn’t half bad.

Much like himself.

The old man never believed that a person’s vigor solely resided in their year-round cheerful words and carefree actions.

Rather, it was in every critical juncture of life, especially amidst hardship, that a young person could instead radiate spirit, full of ambition.

To do the most unexpected things, deliver the fastest sword, and speak the most impactful words to this world.

Those who are usually taciturn, when they occasionally speak out, command attention whether others want to listen or not.

Chen Qingdu recollected himself, shifting his gaze slightly towards Cao Jun, and asked with a smile, “What is the name and origin of this sword immortal, who is not young?”

Compared to Chen Pingan, Ning Yao, and Wei Jin, who were all sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the outsider Cao Jun’s age of over a hundred years was indeed considered not young.

Cao Jun clasped his fist and said, “Junior is Cao Jun, originating from Lizhu Grotto-Heaven in Treasure Bottle Continent. My ancestral home is on the same street as Hidden Official Chen’s residence. However, I was born in South娑婆洲 (Suōpó Continent). My ancestor, Cao Jun, is responsible for guarding that Sea-Suppressing Tower.”

Cao Jun endured and endured, but still couldn’t resist adding, “Junior is actually only one hundred and forty years old.”

He had wanted to add that if his sword heart hadn’t been shattered by Zuo You in his early years, he would have already ascended to the Upper Five Realms, and perhaps would have even had a chance to reach the same realm as the Great Sword Immortal of the Wind and Snow Temple.

However, considering that even an Immortal Realm sword cultivator didn’t seem worth mentioning in the presence of this Eldest Sword Immortal, he swallowed those words.

Chen Qingdu grunted and nodded, “That’s about the same age and realm as Zuo You. A formidable young talent.”

Wei Jin suppressed a smile.

Cao Jun felt like he had been smeared with mud all over his face, yet he didn’t dare to contradict the Eldest Sword Immortal, feeling extremely stifled.

He had thoroughly experienced the customs of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The sword cultivators worthy of the title “Sword Immortal” on the Great Wall of Sword Qi each had distinct personalities.

Ning Yao’s sternness and disinterest in everything.

Lu Zhi seemed to want to slash at anyone outside the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Qi Tingji’s “Young man, be careful in your next life,” an old sword immortal using the kindest expression while speaking the most ruthless words.

And then there was this Eldest Sword Immortal’s amiable and approachable nature.

Even Wei Jin, the usually upright Great Sword Immortal of the Wind and Snow Temple, had uttered the phrase, “You can’t enter the Summer Retreat Palace.”

Chen Qingdu looked beyond the city walls, suddenly saying softly, “If you want to leave, then leave. There’s nothing to miss here. As pure sword cultivators, they had to have a camp of allegiance while alive. But since they’re all dead, only leaving behind this bit of sword intent, what’s the point of distinguishing between friend and foe?”

Wei Jin remained composed, turning around to face the south of the city.

At this moment, Wei Jin’s sword heart became even clearer and brighter, offering a respectful salute to the deceased sword cultivator, Zong Yuan.

At worst, they could meet on the battlefield in the future and determine the superiority of their sword daos with Zong Yuan’s sword intent inheritors, resolving it with life or death.

Chen Qingdu smiled and nodded, “Zong Yuan is indeed Zong Yuan.”

His noble character remains as awe-inspiring as ever.

Several strands of sword intent, which had previously been distant from Wei Jin, instantly coalesced into four long rainbows of sword light in the air, slowly swirling around the Wind and Snow Temple’s sword immortal, lingering without end.

This meant that Wei Jin, from now on, belonged to the lineage of Zong Yuan on the path of the sword.

Without any cumbersome rituals of master-disciple inheritance, without any ancestral hall incense offerings or hanging portraits.

Wei Jin asked in his heart, “May I ask the Eldest Sword Immortal, what kind of existence was that being from ten thousand years ago?”

Chen Qingdu hesitated for a moment, his expression somewhat complicated. In the end, he shook his head, “I saw it twice before. There’s nothing to say.”

During the ascension to the heavens, apart from the Five Supreme Ones, it was said that most of the ancient Twelve High-Ranking Divine Spirits had perished in that tragic battle that changed the heavens and the earth.

Furthermore, they had either wandered far from the ruins of the old Heavenly Court, becoming wandering spirits in the outer realms, or they had fallen onto unknown lands of the human world, slumbering for a long time, their forms asleep.

The Blue Boy Heavenly Sovereign, who oversaw one of the Ascension Platforms, was one of the earliest humans to become a god, once in charge of guiding male earthly immortals to ascend.

The one lurking in the Five-Colored World, heavily injured in the human race’s battle to ascend to the heavens, had been under the command of the Armored One.

The deity who descended from the outer realms onto Tongye Continent, crossing the sea to Treasure Bottle Continent, was once named “Echoer” by Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun when he landed.

Sheyue inherited a portion of divinity. She was not merely a moon palace seed; relatively, she had the highest chance of ascending to that high-ranking existence, the “Predecessor of the Bright Moon.”

Killing these high-ranking divine spirits had both advantages and disadvantages for the human world. The benefit was one less formidable enemy of the human race, but the downside was that divine positions would be vacated. After Zhou Mi ascended, he could naturally create a brand-new god to fill the void.

Ten thousand years ago, these high-ranking divine spirits were not easy to deal with. But ten thousand years later, on one hand, the Heavenly Dao had collapsed, like a Fourteenth Realm great cultivator losing most of his offensive means. On the other hand, the invisible prison of words between heaven and earth greatly restricted the gods.

Zhou Mi of the Literary Sea had once created his own writing system, which had been circulating in the Wilderness World for thousands of years.

It was to allow new and old gods to break free from the prison of words established by the Sage of Rites as much as possible when they returned to the human world.

Unsurprisingly, the Wilderness World before them was a port for the many gods of the new Heavenly Court to set foot in the human world.

The sole language of the ancient gods was actually similar to what cultivators now called mind-speech, but only similar, not entirely the same.

The high-ranking divine spirit whose golden body had just been shattered by Chen Qingdu’s sword was named “Executioner.” He had been under the command of the Sword-Wielder. The demons of the world, especially the punished true dragons, had suffered greatly under him.
However, its divinity is incomplete, likely due to a long period of slumber, compounded by the fact that Mount Tuoyue had long ago stripped away a portion of its innate divine abilities. This is adding frost to snow. Of course, while it may not be as adept at fighting as it once was, it certainly doesn’t mean it’s easy to kill.

And that high-ranking divine spirit that Mount Tuoyue used as one of its trump cards, specifically to target Ah Liang and his companions, is likely the being known as “The Sleeper.”

One of its innate divine abilities is the imprisonment of nightmares. As the old saying goes, “a long night invites many dreams,” and is also the root of countless extraterrestrial demons in later generations.

There is also the “The Silent One,” also known as “The Voice of the Heart,” who possesses a “Speechless” divine ability.

And the “The Replicator,” also known as “The Imaginator” and “The Forger,” who created numerous suns and moons, and countless mountain and river secret realms.

Of course, these names for the ancient divine spirits are all from after the Battle of Ascension.

They are not recorded in written texts, like a blank page at the very beginning of an old almanac, specifically reserved for these ancient beings.

As one lives, it’s like a child who is curious about everything, a young person who knows everything, a middle-aged person who doubts everything, and an old person who resigns to everything.

As for who is good and who is bad, everyone has their own scales in their hearts, and it’s hard to say who is definitely a good person.

I only hope that in the millennia and myriad years to come, people will not ignore the sacrifices of those who remain silent.

A child is too young to do much more.

In fact, an old man who is advanced in years may not be able to do much more either.

Chen Qingdu rubbed his chin and gazed into the distance at the savage wilderness.

He can probably still deliver one more sword.

With whom shall he test his sword?

Who is worthy of being cleaved?

That Bai Ze who has returned to the savage wilderness?

Bai Ze has a good relationship with the Little Teacher, but is not particularly familiar with Chen Qingdu.

Bai Ze and Fei Fei walked along the dry riverbed of a tributary of the Yieluo River.

Fei Fei sensed a trace of anomaly from the ruins of the Sword Qi Great Wall, breathtaking and soul-stirring, and softly asked, “Mr. Bai, that old immortal… is he not dead?”

Bai Ze said, “Just because Chen Ping’an has merged with half of the Sword Qi Great Wall, don’t forget that the Great Sword Immortal merged with the entire Sword Qi Great Wall. Back then, Zhou Mi ascended the city wall not only to close the net, but also to confirm this matter. Since Zhou Mi didn’t take action, either he didn’t notice anything and was completely deceived, or he felt that taking a full-force sword strike from the Great Sword Immortal wasn’t worth it, and he had other long-term plans.”

Wen Hai Zhou Mi, once traveled the Sword Qi Great Wall in the guise of the Fourteenth Realm Grand Cultivator Lu Fayan, who was the master of the old throne demon Qieyun and Feiran, and even had a casual chat with Chen Ping’an.

Bai Ze suddenly smiled and reminded, “You should still be respectful to the Great Sword Immortal.”

Fei Fei discovered that even though Chen Qingdu had appeared, Bai Ze’s attention was still on Mount Tuoyue, which was quite strange.

That Mount Tuoyue is now just an empty shell supported by the mastermind, and can no longer influence the Heavenly Timing and Qi Luck of the savage wilderness too much.

To take a step back, even if that madman Chen Ping’an succeeds in opening the mountain, it would probably be less impactful than that round of bright moon being slashed down by Ning Yao and the others after their sword ascension.