In the entire midwinter month, the human world fell into unprecedented turmoil.

First, on the night of the fifteenth of the winter month, the intensity of the Evil Demon invasion suddenly surged, leaving the human world engulfed in flames and scarred with devastation.

In the following few days, the gods standing across Da Xia shattered one after another!

Third-class God Nuoshua, fifth-class God Cold Plum, sixth-class God Bi Wu, seventh-class God Thorn Rose...

Though the opposing Evil Demons, Ice Plum Demon Queen, Tree Face Demon, and Ice Rose also fell one after another, it still couldn't heal the wounds in people's hearts.

It seemed as though the end of the world was truly coming.

People lived in fear day and night, some even afraid to close their eyes, fearing they'd wake to news of another god's fall.

Anxiety, sorrow... despair.

November in the human world was a desolate gray.

The sky over Beijing matched the mood, cloaked in gray haze, with snowflakes dancing down.

On Jinghong Peak, a woman stood silently by the cliff in the back mountain, gazing at the snow-laden forests.

Her white and gold dress was touched with frost and snow, it was unclear how long she had been standing there.

Suddenly, the woman moved.

She slowly turned, looked up to the heavens, her gaze skimming over the mountain rocks, fixing on a gigantic Divine Sculpture.

To be precise, it shouldn't be called a Divine Sculpture.

Because Jinghong Peak is not Spirit Mountain and had never been blessed by Lord Jian Yi, that stone sculpture was carved by humans, not a deity's avatar.

"Lord, did you summon me?" Qiao Wanjun adjusted her dress, kneeling slowly to the ground.

Respectful, composed, unlike other believers who were fearfully respectful.

Silence blanketed the earth, only the snowflakes fell gracefully.

It was unknown what Sword One had said, Qiao Wanjun continued kneeling with her head bowed, a barely detectable twitch in her brow.

She spoke softly, "Do the gods trust that disciples will return to the celestial realm?"

Qiao Wanjun listened quietly for a moment, then said, "Shall the disciples find out the identities of those despicable humans, and then?"

Another long silence ensued, Qiao Wanjun's eyes grew icier, her head bowed lower, she responded faintly:

"Yes."

Meanwhile, in the Immortal Scenic Garden District in Beijing, in the study of a residence, two Heavenly Star Swords hanging on the wall floated down simultaneously.

One was a Dragon Abyss.

One was a Heavenly Blade.

Dust shook off them as they opened the window, soaring slantwise into the sky.

The cold wind rushed into the study, gently swaying the hanging Xian Mo as snow and wind blew.

"Whizz~ whizz~"

The two long-idle swords flew incredibly fast, slicing through the sky over the city, aiming straight for Jinghong Peak.

On Jinghong Peak, Qiao Wanjun already stood by the cliff, her eyes slightly flickering.

You have endured grievances.

This time, perhaps we can do something.

"Buzz!!"

The Heavenly Blade and Dragon Abyss Sword, racing through the city sky, trembled violently.

As second-rank Divine Weapons, they were spared from annihilation due to their low rank.

Years ago, Qiao Wanjun had seven swords.

Two fourth-rank Divine Swords were not allowed to exist.

Several third-rank Divine Swords and Magic Artifacts were implicated, with only a rare few surviving, the best outcome she could hope for, she couldn't keep them, couldn't carry them with her.

"Whizz!"

The two long swords flew over Emperor Village, aiming straight for the back mountain of Jinghong Peak.

Once again, they found their way into Qiao Wanjun's hands.

From afar, another woman approached swiftly on a sword, landing quickly: "Peak Master Qiao, new news just arrived, Lords Blood Crystal and Black Brilliance have both fallen."

Eighth-class God Blood Crystal.

Eighth-class God Black Brilliance.

If these two sects no longer exist, then all weapons made of Blood Crystal Stone and Black Luminous Stone would become collector's items.

No.

Qiao Wanjun thought, her family's Sculpture Garden still held the Divine Sculptures of these two gods, still capable of forging weapons from those materials.

These two gods may well have been slain by Ranran.

Without a hint of expression, Qiao Wanjun used the pervasive frost and snow to silently wipe the long sword in her hand.

Chen Jingjing waited patiently for a long time, seeing the Peak Master ignored her, respectfully bowed: "Disciple takes her leave."

"Jingjing." Qiao Wanjun suddenly spoke.

"Peak Master?" Chen Jingjing was surprised, looking at the elegant figure standing by the cliff, instinctively kneeling down.

All these years, Peak Master Qiao usually directly instructed without calling her name.

"What rank are you in the Sea Realm?"

"Reporting to Peak Master, the disciple is third-rank in the Sea Realm."

For a believer in their thirties in the human world to reach the third rank of the Sea Realm was remarkable indeed.

A disciple of Sword One, undoubtedly gifted among the human believers.

Chen Jingjing's fortune to become Qiao Wanjun's personal maid had her selected from among the most talented.

Qiao Wanjun wiped the blade quietly, speaking: "Jinghong Peak, has delayed you."

Visibly, Chen Jingjing's face turned panicked.

On Jinghong Peak, Divine Power wasn't abundant, for Lord Jian Yi had never embraced this place as Spirit Mountain.

But such words should never be spoken aloud!

"Peak Master! The mountain offers tranquility; I can cultivate before the shrine, learning under your guidance and teachings, reaching this rank, already very satisfied..."

"In recent years, have you formed any new attachments?" Qiao Wanjun interrupted the fearful disciple.

Chen Jingjing was bewildered.

Back in the day, one of the reasons she qualified to become Qiao Wanjun's personal maid was that she was lonely and without family.

"No, the disciple spends the day immersed in cultivation within the peak..."

Chen Jingjing organized her words, responding earnestly: "The Peak Master has shown kindness in recognizing my worth; I only wish to serve by your side without other attachments."

The disciples of the Sword One One Sect are generally indifferent in temperament.

Although Chen Jingjing was over thirty, she indeed had few friends. Since following Qiao Wanjun, she has always looked up from afar at this "god" standing at the pinnacle of the Human Clan.

"Hmm." Qiao Wanjun slightly nodded, releasing the sword hilt, allowing the Divine Weapon to fall to her waist.

All is well, without attachments.

It's a pity, not having attachments, you miss out on some human experiences.

Qiao Wanjun looked up at the leisurely falling snowflakes, a young man's face gradually appearing in her mind.

Not yet as heroic as later on.

Still with a youthful look.

"Let's go." A flying sword suddenly appeared beneath Qiao Wanjun's feet, gently lifting her into the air.

"Yes!" Chen Jingjing immediately stepped onto a flying sword.

This solitary command left no room for resistance; in fact, it made Chen Jingjing feel accustomed.

Where to? She didn't know.

For what purpose? Unclear.

But such dialogue seemed normal and reasonable.

Chen Jingjing followed the Peak Master closely, unaware that she had already set foot on a path unknown.

...

At the ends of the Holy Spirit Mountain, the mists still loomed thickly.

In the fog, a tall figure clad in green raingear and a blue hat slowly landed in front of Tianya Residence, only to be stopped by a voice: "Who goes there?"

The man looked toward the direction of the voice and said in a deep tone: "Xun Yifei."

Those simple three words, spoken by Xun Yifei, carried a terrifying pressure.

Even though the Shadow Guard Team was far enough away, they were still affected, their speech stuttering: "So it's Xun... Xun Divine General, the Sect Leader is in seclusion; do not disturb."

Xun Yifei stood by the cave entrance, hesitating to move forward.

It had been so long; he finally ascended to the Heavenly Realm, yet there was no one by his side to share the joy.

His wife had gone to the Heavenly Realm to battle long ago, and their children had also been sent back to the Human World, living on Luoxian Mountain.

The secluded Xun Yifei, who didn't know for how long, truly missed his wife and children.

Since last night, he had prayed again and again to the Sect Master, hoping the Sect Master would send a transmission, but his pleas were met with silence every time.

Xun Yifei finally couldn't bear it and came to Tianya Residence to try his luck.

Unexpectedly, the Sect Master was indeed in the Mountain Realm!

And in seclusion?

"Xun Divine General, please... please leave, do not disturb the Sect Leader!" Shadow One bravely stepped forward.

Shadow One's special status as part of the Master of Ran Sect's close guard allowed such boldness; otherwise, who from the River Realm would dare speak to a Heavenly Realm Great Power in such a manner?

"I'll wait outside," Xun Yifei said helplessly as he withdrew.

"Who is it?" A voice faintly came from inside the tunnel.

Shadow One's face turned sour immediately, while Xun Yifei was instantly spirited, promptly kneeling on one knee: "Sect Leader, I am..."

"Oh?" Lu Ran appeared with a flash, holding the Silent Night Blade, his Simurgh Eyes penetrating the mist, recognizing the familiar figure.

He couldn't help but blink: "Isn't this Uncle Xun?"

Xun Yifei: "..."

"Wow, you've ascended to the Heavenly Realm!" Lu Ran helped up his Divine General, exclaiming joyfully, "Congratulations, haha! Finally!"

Xun Yifei smiled wryly: "Sect Leader, please don't tease me."

"Haha, welcome back to the team!" Lu Ran gave Xun Yifei a big hug, his palm thumping against the other's back.

Recollecting when Lu Ran had just entered the mountain and established the sect, Xun Yifei was a top card of the Ran Sect.

Who would have imagined the Ran Sect would develop so rapidly, leaving the former top card behind?

What a twist of fate...

To ascend from Sea Realm Peak to Heavenly Realm required a certain enlightenment, a sudden flash of insight—this mysterious thing had stalled Divine Seeking General for so long.

"Come~ I will take you to merge with the Evil Sculpture!" Lu Ran took hold of Xun Yifei's wrist, about to take off, but then stopped.

"Sect Leader?" Xun Yifei was somewhat puzzled.

Lu Ran gestured lightly with the Silent Night Blade.

In an instant, the nearby Shadow Guard Team around Tianya Residence all lost their precious Perception Techniques.

"How about it? Can you still cast spells?" Lu Ran inquired.

Xun Yifei also realized that an invisible force was trying to bind the Divine Power within him.

"Hoo~" Xun Yifei exerted himself to cast a spell, a luxurious silver-white fishtail materializing from his lower body.

Lu Ran swayed the Silent Night Blade again: "Second Rank isn't enough; we still have to move upwards in comprehension."

The Silent Night Blade had been promoted to Second Rank this morning, and its Domain of Silence, though effective range was small, could only bind targets at Sea Realm and below.

By the way, the Domain of Silence's range was five hundred meters.

For the Human Clan, that wasn't considered small.

But for Stone Sculptures, which were often two to three hundred meters tall, a mere five hundred meters was just a step across...

How could that be adequate!

Previously, when Lu Ran battled against Nu Ying, the Valkyrie's use of the Chi Ji Blade to wield the Domain of Silence covered far more than five hundred meters in diameter.

Need to make greater efforts.

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