In these latter days, Zhou Qinggao, once the esteemed Bamboo Casket, leader of the Jia Shen accounts, held a devotion to the Hidden Officer Chen of the Twin Worlds unparalleled, as Zheng Juzhong jested.

When Chen Ping’an held vigil over the Broken Sword Great Wall, Bamboo Casket beseeched the young Hidden Officer for leave to ascend the ramparts, that he might learn from Chen Ping’an and together pore over the strategy of war.

Later, as emissaries from the Confucian Temple and Jade Moon Mountain stood in opposition, the Two Worlds poised for conflict, Zhou Qinggao made no attempt to veil his reverence for Chen Ping’an in his pronouncements.

Yu Xuan glanced at the ashen remnants of a talisman destroyed by Zheng Juzhong, nodding, “A fine charm.”

Yet the hand that crafted it was malevolent in its intent, insidious in its methods, clearly aimed at this youthful Hidden Officer.

For this talisman possessed a threshold, requiring the collection of a subject’s blood, and further, hair, nails, spittle – all these could serve as the “talisman paper.” Should the charmer obtain a rival cultivator’s lifeblood, or seize a fragment of their soul or mind, the talisman’s quality would soar. To paint the likeness of the cultivator upon the charm, inscribing the exact hour of their birth, only then would the work be complete.

Chen Ping’an furrowed his brow, swiftly calculating in his mind.

In those days at the Broken Sword Great Wall, not only Chen Ping’an himself was circumspect, but the venerable Granny Bai, steward of the Ning estate, and Nalan Nightwalker, the gatekeeper, were likewise vigilant. They had cautioned Chen Ping’an, even in the simplest acts of combing hair or trimming nails, to gather the trimmings and destroy them forthwith, leaving no trace of “evidence.” Moreover, Chen Ping’an had been attentive to such details even when drinking at the wine shop.

Furthermore, after entering the Summer Retreat Palace, he had conducted himself with utmost prudence on the battlefields. To conceal his identity and evade the designs of the savage Jia Zi accounts, he had even donned the garb of a woman, a “beauteous tale” still recounted with amusement by the sword cultivators of the Soaring City, a choice morsel to savor with their wine.

Thus, the sole slip-up likely occurred before Chen Ping’an assumed the mantle of Hidden Officer, when he took Ning Yao’s place in the lists against Li Zhen, disciple of the Great Ancestor of Jade Moon Mountain.

Mountain arts were manifold and strange, defense against them nigh impossible.

Upon returning to Radiant Land, within the Yellow Blossom Temple in Mirage City of Great Spring Dynasty, Chen Ping’an had been pierced by a parasol, wielded as a flying sword by the hidden swordsman Pei Min…

Given the seal in his possession, the Abbot Liu Mao had been vetted by the Confucian Temple, absolving him of suspicion. Unless… it was one of the two uncultivated acolytes?

If opportunity allowed, Chen Ping’an would revisit Willow Leaf Continent to verify this himself. Or perhaps he could first dispatch a flying sword missive to Secret Snow Peak, urging Cui Dongshan to investigate?

Lü Yan smiled, “A Taoist’s divided mind is his undoing, a truth to be heeded.”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “I shall take heed.”

The Pure Yang Taoist was cautioning Chen Ping’an to be wary of his recent dalliance with divided attention.

For dividing one’s spirit was a high-risk, low-reward endeavor upon the mountains. First, it necessitated the use of a precious stand-in talisman, yet the clone’s cultivation would be far inferior to the true self, unable to cultivate on its own, making it relatively useless. Second, Chen Ping’an, as a realm-stopping martial artist, possessed a resilience far surpassing ordinary cultivators, enabling him to simultaneously employ so many talismans. Otherwise, a sliver of mind attached to a talisman, moving independently across the world, would be like a flickering candle, the spirit energy of a puppet talisman draining quickly. For the upper five realms, such behavior offered no great benefit, and should the clone suffer misfortune and be unable to rejoin the true self, the cultivator’s mind would be marred, their soul incomplete, leading to bitter regret.

Zheng Juzhong stated, “Do not repeat the same error. I suspect the Savage Land is already moving to delve into the depths of Cui Chan. Hasten your search for all of your natal porcelain.”

For should fragments of a cultivator’s mind be lost, the consequences were many and dire. At worst, they could hinder a cultivator’s breakthrough, preventing them from perfecting their Dao heart. At best, they might be exploited by rival cultivators like Fei Ran or Zhou Qinggao, who could seize that sliver of mind as a talisman core, eroding the cultivator’s cultivation, or even injuring the foundation of their Dao. The most terrifying outcome, however, was that the Savage Land, emulating the artistry of Cui Chan, might employ a method akin to mimicking porcelain dolls or talisman puppets. Even if this fell far short of Cui Chan’s genius and could never “usurp the throne,” it might still create a situation exceedingly troublesome for Chen Ping’an, akin to the intertwined fate of the porcelain doll beside Cui Dongshan and the heroic Gao Cheng of Skull Beach Jingguan City.

A sliver of mind held such peril. What then, should one’s natal porcelain fall into the hands of the Savage Land?

Chen Ping’an nodded in silence.

Zheng Juzhong continued, “You have not yet beheld enough of the peaks’ vista, it is understandable.”

If not for Li Xisheng’s timely intervention, resulting in Bai Jing’s sword light shattering only a fraction of the talismans…

Chen Ping’an would have fallen a realm, an experience that would surely have etched itself deep in his memory.

This was the reason Zheng Juzhong had long known but deliberately turned a blind eye.

Those of slight wit are prone to attribute their escapes from minor scrapes to luck, rather than admitting their lack of intelligence.

The third tide of spiritual energy failed to stir the venerable visage of the Rite Sage, flowing instead past the Mountain of Talismans and the River of Charms.

Standing before them all, the Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis stood as a bulwark, the tide parting before him.

The Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis, regarded as the pinnacle of sorcery, progenitor of all talismans and alchemy in the world.

After the ascension war, he was hailed by later-generation mountain cultivators as the Master of Ten Thousand Arts, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals.

During his recent visit to the Great Li capital, Chen Ping’an had gleaned many secrets from Feng Yi and the old coachman.

For example, the secret art of forging natal porcelain in the Li Pearl Cave was originally passed down by Old Man Yang of the medicine shop and the Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis.

Likewise, the sword box carried by Shou Chen was of extraordinary provenance. Shou Chen, as Zhou Mi’s first disciple in the Savage Land, received this treasure as a master’s gift. The sword box bore an image of the ancient Three Mountains, Four Seas, Five Peaks, and Ten Watercourses, vastly different from the rampant Daoist talismanic diagrams of later ages. Each of the Three Mountains presented a unique “posture,” like a divine being seated in solemn stillness, a mountain ape arching its back in the wild, a dragon hidden in clouds soaring to the heavens. The Three Mountains governed Yin and Yang creation, the Five Elements, determined life and death, governed celestial divisions, and influenced the fate of aquatic dragons. Zhou Mi had further refined the box, endowing it with greater power, transforming it into a “sword grave” capable of nurturing nine flying swords, each imbued with unique natal powers. Even cultivators who were not originally swordsmen could wield this box, surpassing swordsmen themselves.

This artifact had originally been forged by the Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis, only to fall into Zhou Mi’s hands.

Due to the presence of the Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis, Yu Xuan had refrained from divulging certain rumors to Chen Ping’an out of respect.

It was said that two of the Ten Heroes, the alchemist Lan Qi and the cultivator who pioneered countless unorthodox paths, were both intimately linked with the Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis.

Cui Dongshan had once likened a soaring realm cultivator, even one in the fourteenth level, to a child with bare hands in the outer world, facing iron balls that were whole worlds.

Yu Xuan sighed, “I must concede, Zhou Mi’s move is a grand design.”

Chen Ping’an inquired, “If we consider the entire Savage Land as a vessel treading the void, then a certain place within the Savage heartland must serve as the nexus driving this colossal ship, using the spirit energy of the heavens and earth as ‘fuel’?”

Yu Xuan stroked his beard, shaking his head. “This old man cannot yet discern its secrets.”

Lü Yan squinted towards a certain region of the Savage Land, intoning, “Half of it is spiritual energy bought and paid for, the other half is the sudden emergence of… sword energy.”

Zheng Juzhong’s lips curled, “Had the Hidden Officer insisted on providing aid at the outset, instead of diverting course to question Jade Moon Mountain, he would have added further fuel to the fire.”

Li Xisheng waved his sleeve, summoning an image akin to a celestial chart, explaining, “Zhou Mi once employed the vast landscapes of Dragon Flood Ditch, Soaring Continent, and Willow Leaf Continent to construct a hidden formation. Its early traces were faint, like a child scratching their arm with a fingernail. Only recently has this formation come to light, yet it subtly divides Radiant Land and the Savage Land into Yin and Yang. The two worlds, like magnets, now draw each other closer. When Fei Ran initiates the grand formation, the Savage Land’s heading will immediately begin to shift, and with the Great Demons, ascending to the outer world, having plotted long ago, secretly manipulating events, this vessel will embark on a path of ever-increasing speed, a ‘green passage’ of destiny.”

The third tide of spiritual energy was nigh.

Having nearly caused disaster, Bai Jing, uncharacteristically, yielded a step, “Mountain Lord, this time, the spoils are split two-eight.”

Chen Ping’an replied, “No need, let us adhere to the customary arrangement.”

Each opening was equivalent to drawing into one’s possession the accumulated spiritual energy of a soaring realm cultivator.

And the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was divine currency.

Snowflake, Lesser Heat, and Grain Rain divine coins were universally accepted upon the mountains because they contained varying degrees of refined spiritual energy.

Sword cultivators were among the most troublesome foes on the mountains precisely because they required far less spiritual energy to engage in combat than ordinary cultivators.

One of the fourteen ancient throne Great Demons, the Yellow Oriole, refined palace halls, dojos, and ancient shattered secret realms into lesser paradises. Thus, in situations where their offensive strength was roughly equal, an ordinary cultivator could easily be exhausted by the Yellow Oriole’s inexhaustible stream of spiritual energy.

Yu Xuan narrowed his eyes, “The only drawback is that this thousand leagues is too small. Even with our abilities to invert the vast within the minute, a dojo that approximates the truth is still limited by reality. Moreover, with such cramped quarters, it will be difficult to fully display our skills. We are huddled together, not to engage in battle, but to face the collision of an entire world. Should disaster strike… it would be dire, even if we were to collectively cleave deep into the Savage Land, we would likely be unable to impede the grand tide.”

Even with their great powers, they could not directly cleave the Savage Land in twain.

Unless all those present were fourteenth level cultivators?

The Old True Man deliberately spoke ambiguously, feeling the words ominous and best left unsaid, lest they become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Chen Ping’an stated, “Old Immortal Yu, this world of mine can be disassembled without affecting the formation.”

Yu Xuan was taken aback.

Why did you not speak sooner, boy?

Chen Ping’an had not intentionally been secretive. The three receptions of spiritual energy were, beyond generating wealth, a means of assessing the fruits of their labor and gauging the operation of the world’s Dao laws.

Now, it was no longer mere estimation but a tangible assurance. Therefore, Chen Ping’an explained, “The disassembled sub-worlds should not be too far apart, no more than three thousand leagues. Within that range, the impact and depletion on your dojos should not exceed ten percent.”

Yu Xuan nodded and smiled, “Sufficient, very sufficient. Even if it were twenty percent, we could easily recoup it with our techniques and refined treasures.”

The ability for their dojos to each occupy three thousand leagues, compared to being crammed within a thousand, was as different as heaven and earth.

Zheng Juzhong suddenly asked, “If I were to provide you with additional Gold Essence Coins, could you expand the depth and breadth of this world through a last-minute effort?”

Without hesitation, Chen Ping’an replied, “Yes, but there is a prerequisite: at least five hundred Gold Essence Coins must be invested, otherwise it would be meaningless, hard to cause a qualitative transformation. With only three or four hundred additional Gold Essence Coins, the ‘space’ would be large, but the ‘time’ would be small, compromising the world’s stability, like a cultivator’s illusory Dharma form, better not to have than to have.”

Space is what the four directions, up and down, create. Time is what the past and future create.

This was the fundamental power of Chen Ping’an’s natal flying swords, Caged Bird and Moon in the Well.

The matter was sudden, with no preparation.

Had he known of this matter today, Chen Ping’an would have carried the three hundred Gold Essence Coins remaining in his treasury at all times.

But a thousand gold cannot buy foresight, and plans could never outpace change.

Chen Ping’an had intended to wait until he reached the Jade Pure realm, and the next time he traveled through the Radiant Land with Liu Jinglong, to carry the three hundred Gold Essence Coins with him.

It was not easy to increase the grade of his two natal flying swords, especially to acquire a new natal power.

The so-called sword refining of Caged Bird was actually Chen Ping’an’s advancement in realm. The higher the realm, the greater the world. The only shortcut was to “eat” Dragon-Slaying Stone.

For the second sword, Moon in the Well, the most direct manifestation of improving the grade was the number of flying swords. When Chen Ping’an formed his core on the city wall, the number of flying swords he could divide out was about one hundred thousand. When he became a nascent soul, especially after successfully entering the Jade Pure realm, crossing a large threshold, the number jumped directly from two hundred thousand to four hundred thousand. Although he had fallen to the nascent soul realm after traveling to the Savage Land, the grade of the flying swords had not decreased accordingly.

When borrowing the fourteenth level from Lu Chen, because Chen Ping’an had not yet begun to create a river of time, according to the deduction and estimation at that time, if he could truly reach the fourteenth level in the future, the grade of the flying sword Moon in the Well would be upgraded to “Moon at the Wellhead” or “Moon in the Sky”, and he would be able to divide out one million flying swords. Facts proved that Chen Ping’an’s estimation at the time was too conservative. According to the current situation and the new deduction, as long as he consumed enough Gold Essence Coins, the number of flying swords could possibly reach as high as two million or more.

No wonder it was said that there were no sword cultivators who were rich.

Zheng Juzhong smiled, “I happen to have three hundred Gold Essence Coins on hand, exchanged for Grain Rain Coins at a ratio of ten to one. How about three thousand Grain Rain Coins, with an annual interest rate of three percent?”

Chen Ping’an remained expressionless, stating, “Agreed!”

Exchanging one Gold Essence Coin for ten Grain Rain Coins, if it were thirty years ago, probably no cultivator would have been willing to trade, except for mountain and water deities who needed to repair their golden bodies.

But the key was that the current Gold Essence Coins were no longer what they used to be. They were a scarce existence that was highly valued but rarely available. Once they appeared on the market, they would be snatched up.

Chen Ping’an did not believe that Sir Zheng only had three hundred Gold Essence Coins to his name.

Zheng Juzhong waved his sleeve, and a miniature object appeared before Chen Ping’an. It was an ancient inkstone, unfortunately without an inscription.

It was the shape of a Date-Moon Same-Wall inkstone, with eye pillars chiseled into the back of the inkstone. Chen Ping’an was knowledgeable and immediately recognized the arrangement of the twenty-eight constellations.

Little Mo immediately looked at Bai Jing, who was busy “collecting money.”

Bai Jing, who had regained her true appearance, was a tall and beautiful woman. She chuckled, “They are all dowries.”

Zheng Juzhong was clearly… throwing a brick to attract jade.

Lü Yan laughed, “I am penniless when it comes to wealth. I am truly unable to help Mountain Lord Chen.”

The Pure Yang Taoist’s words were pregnant with meaning.

Everyone recognized that Yu Xuan had no shortage of divine coins. He had never lacked them in his life.

Li Xisheng followed suit, laughing, “This junior does not have a single Gold Essence Coin.”

Gold Essence Coins were a highly sought-after item.

Yu Xuan had no choice but to say, “Mountain Lord Chen said that at least five hundred Gold Essence Coins were needed. For safety’s sake, Sir Zheng has already given three hundred. This old man will contribute another three hundred, following Sir Zheng’s rules, with the principal accumulating annually at an interest rate of three percent.”

In the mountains, calculating interest annually was somewhat suspicious of being a usurious loan.

Then Yu Xuan added, “It would be best to exchange for goods, with both principal and interest calculated based on the Gold Essence Coins.”

Yu Xuan was not taking advantage of the situation, but the current Gold Essence Coins were too scarce. In the next hundred or thousand years, their circulation would only decrease.

The key was that this item was related to the research and development of Yu Xuan’s two great talismans, both of which were related to the “River of Time”.

These two talismans, along with the other secret talismans, were Yu Xuan’s main reliance after reaching the fourteenth level.

Otherwise, with the temperament of the Talisman Yu Xuan, let alone three hundred Gold Essence Coins, doubling it would not be a problem. Let alone a transaction, he would give them away for free if he liked them.

Chen Ping’an nodded, “No problem.”

Anyway, his own treasury had three hundred, which could be returned to Yu Xuan immediately after this matter was over.

The other party’s quick agreement made Yu Xuan feel a little uneasy.

Being respectfully called Old Immortal Yu by a young man, being treated as an elder, was also a burden.

Yu Xuan could not help but change his tone, “If there are any difficulties, we can still discuss it. The interest can also be converted into Grain Rain Coins.”

Chen Ping’an shook his head, saying, “There is no need for that. Just settle everything with Gold Essence Coins.”

Zheng Juzhong conveyed a number to Chen Ping’an through heart sound: fifteen hundred.

Although it was only a number, Zheng Juzhong’s meaning was clear: Was there a need for Chen Ping’an to use this number of Gold Essence Coins to cross the next great threshold?

Chen Ping’an directly shook his head, meaning that even if the number was sufficient, even if he could now have an additional one thousand five hundred Gold Essence Coins, he, Chen Ping’an, would not be able to refine them in the short term.

Zheng Juzhong also shook his head. White Emperor City had so many Gold Essence Coins, but he would not give them.

Chen Ping’an omitted even nodding. Then this junior would not open his mouth and ask for trouble.

Almost simultaneously, Yu Xuan exchanged heart sounds with Zheng Juzhong, asking if Chen Ping’an’s world could be improved further if both parties provided more Gold Essence Coins.

Obviously, Yu Xuan was prepared for all three hundred or even more Gold Essence Coins to be a waste of money.

After receiving the answer that there was no need to add Gold Essence Coins, Yu Xuan sighed, clearly feeling somewhat regretful.

In fact, Zheng Juzhong had begun to intentionally collect Gold Essence Coins thousands of years ago, purchasing fragments of the golden bodies of gods through various channels.

About a hundred years ago, White Emperor City spent a lot of money to purchase this item, which changed from Zheng Juzhong’s personal affair to a task for all the cultivators of the upper five realms in White Emperor City. All direct descendants and enshrined cultivators were required to pay a sum of Gold Essence Coins, depending on their realm.

In addition, many wild cultivators of mountains and swamps could use this item as a stepping stone. White Emperor City had specially set up an irregular “peripheral” mountain peak for this purpose, which was unnamed, but cultivators could practice there and obtain secret manuals and Daoist books borrowed from White Emperor City.

Chen Ping’an asked Li Xisheng through heart sound, “Can you block it?”

“I can’t give an answer now.”

Li Xisheng said truthfully, “Anything could happen next. In short, we all have to be prepared for the worst. Especially you. Although you are only in charge of the formation, and it seems like you only need to watch from the sidelines, it is already very difficult to maintain the two flying swords.”

Chen Ping’an nodded, having psychological preparation.

Li Xisheng smiled, “Only by being prepared for the worst can you be qualified to expect the best outcome.”

The old sword immortal of Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Qingdu. The great master of White Jade Capital in Azure Sky World, Kou Ming. The Rite Sage of the Confucian Temple in Middle Earth, Yu Ke. They all seemed to be existences that could be trusted.

Chen Ping’an obtained six hundred Gold Essence Coins and immediately began to refine them. At the same time, he stretched the dojos in the world to a distance of three thousand miles.

In the distance, there was the back of the “youthful” cultivator.

Under the feet of the Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis, who was once a candidate for the Ten Heroes, were three talisman mountains and a charm river.

The Supreme Sage was not unable to take action, but once the Supreme Sage consumed Dao power here, it would mean that Zhou Mi would have a greater chance of winning in the future.

Moreover, in this regard, the Supreme Sage needed to face a difficult problem similar to that of the Asia Sage, the Literary Sage, and the leader of the Confucian Temple. After all, the three founders of the religions were the ultimate in “combining Dao with the advantages of terrain”. Of course, the three founders of the religions were not only combining Dao with the advantages of terrain.

Therefore, it could only be a matter of choosing the lesser of two evils. In essence, apart from the Savage Land, the common concern of the four worlds now was still Wen Hai Zhou Mi, who had already ascended to the heavens.

In a sense, Zhou Mi was the most heroic figure in the past ten thousand years, without exception.

This former scholar of Radiant Land had passed three levels one after another and quietly reached the fourteenth level in the Savage Land.

He had broken through the Sword Qi Great Wall, which had stood for ten thousand years.

In his former homeland of Radiant Land, he had completely sunk the three continents of Willow Leaf, Soaring, and Golden Armor.

Finally, he had entered the ancient Heavenly Court and looked down on the entire human world.

Like a brilliant book of strange tales, the timeline spanned ten thousand years. Countless heroes and heroines emerged on the pages, each leading the way.

But in the end, the last page, or perhaps the second to last page, was densely packed with only two words, a person’s name.

Like the thoughts of many top cultivators in several worlds today.

Chen Qingdu and Cui Chan had both passed away.

Only Zhou Mi was still alive.

And the Rite Sage, standing at the forefront, was not at ease? In fact, the Rite Sage was the one who was the least at ease, without exception.

Because the method of combining Dao was the “rites” of the entire Radiant Land, it was possible that the Rite Sage could only rely on his physical body and Dharma form to block the impact of the Savage Land, and could not use magical powers.

This was why Chen Ping’an had asked Li Xisheng if he could block it.

Otherwise, it would have been nonsense.

Chen Ping’an refined six hundred Gold Essence Coins and integrated them into the River of Time at an extremely fast speed. Then, he opened his mouth and said, “This junior has an idea. Can we stack formations?”

Yu Xuan smiled, “Oh? Stack formations? Does Mountain Lord Chen also know the path of formations?”

Then Chen Ping’an quickly stated his general idea through heart sound.

The stacking formation that followed.

Yu Xuan took the lead in taking off the “Purple Qi” robe painted with the Yin-Yang fish Bagua diagram and threw it outward, covering the sky.

Yu Xuan stretched out his hand to draw a talisman, outlining the Taiji Yin-Yang, and based on the original miniature sun and moon in the Caged Bird world, the scale was several times larger, suddenly emitting great light.

At the same time, Yu Xuan’s Yin spirit traveled far away, sitting in the bright moon, while the new great sun was transformed from the original Bai Jing into the Pure Yang Lü Yan.

Behind the Yin spirit of the Talisman Yu Xuan, a bright moon treasure wheel appeared, while behind the Dharma form of the Taoist Lü Yan, there was a huge golden sun.

In addition, there was the Three Talents Formation, inspired by the fact that Zheng Juzhong’s Yang spirit, true body, and Yin spirit were divided into high and low, and sat in one place respectively.

Then, inspired by the opening chapter of Xian Wei’s manuscript, Chen Ping’an divided the four directions of the world into the four seasons of the year, rotating slowly at a speed much slower than the rising and setting of the sun and moon.

Li Xisheng helped to create the atmospheric phenomena such as wind, rain, thunder, electricity, cloud, and fog.

As the founder and host of this great formation, Chen Ping’an had to “reluctantly” bite the bullet and offer the five natal objects of the Five Elements according to Zheng Juzhong’s deduction results, which would have a slightly better effect than other cultivators piecing together Five Elements objects of higher quality.

Yu Xuan offered twelve talismans, belonging to the twelve months, and the sword cultivators Bai Jing and Little Mo took turns to sit in them when leap months appeared.

After that, there were the twenty-four solar terms stacked on top of each other, which were Li Xisheng’s methods.

Then there were the more subdivided seventy-two pentads, and Chen Ping’an once again rushed into action, offering the seventy-two seals that he had personally engraved.

Finally, Li Xisheng, Zheng Juzhong, and Yu Xuan respectively presided over and offered a Daoist grand ritual of the All-embracing Heavens, the Universal Heavens, and the Common Heavens, illuminating the upper universe with merit and virtue, frosting the blue sky, and watering the crimson clouds.

The Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis, with the appearance of a young man, finally turned his head for the first time, looking back at the scene behind him.

Although he quickly retracted his gaze, this subtle action still made Bai Jing a little jealous.

She was not unfamiliar with this guy. The two sides had met before, but the other party had not shown any expression.

At this moment, several figures from the Savage Land appeared in the outer world.

But none of them dared to approach this layered formation, and the two sides were extremely far apart.

Bai Jing, with nothing to do, held her cheek in one hand, waved to her old friends on the “opposite bank” again, and smiled, “Fate makes fools of people, turning friends into enemies.”

The group of cultivators were all ancient Great Demons awakened by Bai Ze. For the time being, it was unknown whether they were watching the fun or making trouble.

Great Demon Guan Yi was a beautiful woman with a pale face and scarlet lips. Her natal power was the way of water. It was rumored that ten thousand years ago, she could freeze a section of the River of Time, but when the river thawed, all living things had already melted into the river.

Beside Guan Yi was still the smiling youth who liked to squint his eyes when looking at people, under the pseudonym Hu Tu.

An old Taoist priest who was riding a deer and carrying a sword was wearing a bamboo crown. His pseudonym was extremely vulgar, Wang Youwu, but his Daoist name was quite elegant, “Mountain Monarch”.

The old Taoist priest had always considered himself to be a direct disciple of that “Taoist”. This time when he woke up, he had a wish to visit the mountain and seek his teacher, so as to renew his master-disciple relationship.

A short old woman, seemingly hunchbacked, was holding a staff in her hands. Among the group of Savage Land Great Demons, only she was frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth and the Dao energy that was scurrying around. Her decayed body and old face began to show a visible rejuvenation. Bai Jing just curled her lips when she saw this and turned her head to smile and explain to Chen Ping’an, “This old woman’s specialty is refining energy into spirit and turning the emptiness into reality. She ate countless spiritual energy of the heavens and earth ten thousand years ago. Later, that Yellow Oriole followed her old path.”

Speaking of this, Bai Jing smiled evilly, “Mountain Lord, Mountain Lord, you read a lot and have a lot of knowledge. If it were you, how would you scold that Yellow Oriole?”

Chen Ping’an said calmly, “Those who follow the same path as a overturned cart.”

The voice was not loud, but the old woman heard it clearly. The old woman rested her chin on her cane and sneered, “This is the last Hidden Officer of Sword Qi Great Wall? What a high realm!”

Little Mo raised the mountain-traveling staff in his hand and pointed remotely at the double-pupiled boy, introducing him to Chen Ping’an, “Young Master, his pseudonym now is ‘Li Gou’, and his Daoist name is ‘Flying Money’. He is the best at defense among this group of Great Demons. This time, after ten thousand years, he has appeared in the Savage Land and reclaimed eight immortal soldiers. All have returned to their rightful owners. His nickname is ‘Bookworm’, and he likes to eat books. Li Gou has long had an idea to try to build a dojo called ‘Book City Never Sleeps’.”

Bai Jing nodded vigorously, “This guy is full of treasures, every single one of them is valuable! Just talking about that yellow Qiankun bag and that demon-catching gourd, I’ve coveted them for a long time. Mountain Lord, if there’s a chance in the future, can we team up to take him down without breaking the rules?”

Beside Li Gou, who had the appearance of a young man, stood a well-built man with his hands behind his head. This ancient Great Demon, whom Bai Jing called “Nameless”, was most interested in the young Hidden Officer, the only pure martial artist in the opposing camp.

The young cultivator behind the Rite Sage turned his head and looked at this group of unruly Savage Land Great Demons.

Except for Nameless, who still had a lazy expression, the other Great Demons were on high alert and began to hold their breath.