With divine might in his voice, Su He’s body from the waist up was immobilized, struggling in vain. Shaking his head, he spat out a long chant, and a pitch-black bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

The moment to use the Heaven Punishing Annihilation Strike had come—to kill, to annihilate souls, to obliterate stars!

As the thunder descended, the magnificent heavenly might seemed apocalyptic. Yet at that moment, a spatial passage opened in the void above, and a large hand reached out, grasping towards the Heaven Punishing Lightning.

“Little Dragon Turtle, so young yet so bloodthirsty!” a voice boomed from within the passage.

Su He immediately tried to connect with the Orient Loong God, but… as expected, he couldn’t reach the Mysterious Wasteland again!

Su He looked towards the passage; no one emerged, and not even a face could be seen, only the vague outline of a middle-aged man extending his arm.

Cowardly as a mouse! An elder interfering in the battles of the younger generation, yet too afraid to show his true form, even going so far as to block the Mysterious Wasteland. If you dare, lift the blockade and let’s fight fair and square.

Su He snorted coldly, ignoring the person in the passage. He chanted again, and the sky filled with dark clouds from which bolts of black lightning fell, each one aiming straight for Feng Lu.

“How dare you!” The person in the passage hadn’t expected that in his presence, the Dragon Turtle would still attempt to kill Feng Lu. Enraged, he let out a cold shout, reached out his hand to grab all the Heaven Punishing Lightning, and with a flick of his wrist, scattered the dark clouds in the sky.

His Divine Ability was broken, and within the shell of the Dragon Turtle, Su He’s chest felt like a stormy sea, burning with rage.

“Scram!”

With a roar, he once again gathered the Heaven Punishing Lightning.

The more this person hid and didn’t dare to show himself, the more afraid of death he was! He sealed the Mysterious Wasteland, wasn’t it because he feared Uncle Lei tearing through space to come here?

With the Mysterious Wasteland sealed, the consciousness of the Mysterious Wasteland would instantly fall into unconsciousness. Su Huanian’s Frost Turtle was right beside his consciousness, and by now, she must have already contacted the Orient Loong God.

Su He was fearless!

Silence fell within the passage, as if the person inside was also taken aback. A mere Dragon Turtle at the first level of Heaven Opening dared to scold him to his face.

After regaining composure, a low chuckle came from the passage: “A turtle that hasn’t even broken out of its shell for ten years, who gave you such courage? Ignorant of life and death! Today, I shall teach you on behalf of your elders what it means to respect your superiors!”

He waved his hand to disperse the clouds and sent a palm strike towards Su He.

But the Dragon Turtle stood resolute and unafraid, looking up defiantly: “A rat that hides its head and shows its tail dares to call itself a senior? If you have the guts, kill me today; otherwise, anyone from the Feng Emperor Palace I see, I will kill, not even a dog shall live!”

He didn’t dare!

A single “scram” was the ultimate humiliation, and one could feel the person in the passage was already furious, yet the murderous intent dared not show itself. He was not only wary of Uncle Lei but also of the Basalt Heaven Gate and the Cloud Dream Marsh on the east and west sides!

He didn’t dare to kill me!

Then why should I fear you?

Su He roared, ignoring the incoming palm strike, opened his mouth, and a Mountain God Seal flew straight towards Feng Lu.

With a divine body that changed and Divine Abilities that inherently carried the essence of the Annihilation Strike, the Mountain God Seal might not be effective in annihilating the essence, but it wasn’t impossible!

“Seeking death!” The person inside the passage could no longer hide his murderous intent. Repeatedly provoked by a little Dragon Turtle, even a Buddha would have anger!

With a flick of his finger, he deflected the Mountain God Seal, aiming it back at Su He’s palm, accelerating suddenly. A palm strike was sent out, but a scream followed, and the hand retracted even faster.

Su He was overjoyed, and a bolt of Heaven Punishing Lightning struck down directly at Feng Lu. At the same time, he turned his head and smiled: “Uncle Lei, you’ve arrived!”

Indeed, his wife had already found Uncle Lei.

Turning his head, he saw not the mountainous figure of the Orient Loong God, but Ji Feixue, who had appeared behind him at some unknown time, standing in the air. Hearing his shout, she rolled her beautiful eyes at Su He, her gaze teasing and reproachful as if she could speak: “My heartless little husband! Your wife has come thousands of miles to rescue you, yet you’re thinking of a male turtle?”

Behind her, Su Huanian also appeared, looking at Su He with a spear at his neck, her face as cold as ice. Suddenly, she thrust out her sword, and a frosty sword qi fell on Feng Lu’s body along with the Heaven Punishing Lightning. Feng Lu’s eyes bulged, and without even struggling, he turned to ash in an instant.

The Heaven Punishing Lightning and the sword qi did not stop, following the mysterious existence, entering the life star space, and falling on a life star, instantly obliterating it.

“Ji Feixue!” A teeth-grinding voice came from the passage.

Ji Feixue chuckled lightly: “Feng Bu’ao, my husband told you to scram, didn’t you hear?”

As she spoke the first word, she was still behind Su He, but by the second word, she was already in the spatial passage, with the remaining voice coming from within the passage.

Behind the passage was a starry sky outside the Mysterious Wasteland, devoid of people.

Ji Feixue stepped out casually, facing a middle-aged man with an icy face and a gloomy expression. His right hand was trembling slightly behind his back, his palm pierced through, the flesh wriggling to heal, but to no avail.

His left hand tried desperately to smooth out the spatial passage, but to no effect. Ji Feixue walked out so effortlessly that not only did the passage not close, but it also seemed to fear her like an emperor, rolling and expanding, as if afraid to touch her.

Feng Bu’ao’s eyes narrowed slightly, an unbelievable thought rising in his mind. That space… seemed to fear Ji Feixue?

How could this be?!

“Ji Feixue, this is a matter between the Feng Emperor Palace and the Dragon Turtle clan. You’re meddling too much!”

“Shh!” Ji Feixue put a finger to her lips, making a silencing gesture: “Don’t speak, scram!”

Feng Bu’ao’s face changed drastically, turning instantly cold. Both were existences at the seventh step of Traverse Heaven, suppressing the myriad worlds. The young Dragon Turtle was ignorant, but how dare the Cloud Dream Marsh’s princess humiliate him like this!

Feng Bu’ao stopped talking and sent a palm strike towards Ji Feixue.

But Ji Feixue casually waved her hand as if swatting a fly. Feng Bu’ao was immediately filled with shame and anger, but before he could shout, he felt an overwhelming force hit him, tumbling him through space, rolling far away.

Feng Bu’ao’s heart was suddenly filled with shock.

Ji Feixue!!!

Both at the seventh step of Traverse Heaven and knocking on the door of immortality, he was like a three-year-old child in front of Ji Feixue, unable to resist at all!

The shattered space was not ordinary space, filled with Ji Feixue’s special laws. His true body tumbled through space, his organs and worlds within him as if entering a meat grinder, instantly shredded to pieces.

“Spare… this marquis has…”

“Shh!” Ji Feixue frowned slightly, an impatient look on her face: “Quiet!”

Feng Bu’ao was instantly unable to speak, and even his Divine Sense could not be transmitted.

“My husband told you to scram, you just need to quietly scram, don’t speak, hearing other men’s voices is annoying!”

Ji Feixue waved her hand, and Feng Bu’ao tumbled again, now completely unrecognizable as a human, rolled into a ball of flesh.

The flesh ball trembled, struggling desperately. Finally, it suddenly leaped up, reformed into a human shape, and pointed in the air: “The divine decree, mutilation! Nose cutting! Ear cropping! Tongue pulling! Maiming! Flogging! Beheading…”

He executed punishments, not severing the bloodline, mastering all inheritances at the seventh step of Traverse Heaven. One by one, the punishments emerged, and one by one, the instruments of torture condensed above his head, falling towards Ji Feixue.

Then…

Ji Feixue stood in the starry sky, unmoved and unshaken, her red dress making her look like a fairy descended to the mortal realm.

And Feng Bu’ao was blinded, nose cut, tongue pulled, feet severed, waist chopped… In an instant, he turned into a pile of mush in front of Ji Feixue.

Ji Feixue frowned: “I told you not to speak, but you wouldn’t listen!”

With a gentle wave of her hand, the pile of mush turned back into a ball, continuing to tumble, the entire ball trembling violently as if undergoing the most terrible punishment in the myriad worlds.

A turtle claw reached out from the void, intercepted the ball of flesh, and stomped down, lightning crisscrossing. In an instant, the ball of flesh turned to dust and disappeared.

In the life star space, a huge life star also shattered.

Orient Loong God broke through the void and poked his head out, looking at Ji Feixue with a strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Ji Feixue smiled: “What?”

Orient Loong God opened his mouth: “That, I heard.”

“What?” Ji Feixue blinked and asked.

Orient Loong God was silent for a while: “Husband!”

His voice was deep. He had just received Su Huanian’s signal and came through space, only to find that the space around Dongyun Mountain had already been sealed, but the one who sealed the space was not the Feng Emperor Palace’s Traverse Heaven, but a familiar aura.

It was Ji Feixue.

Unable to reach Dongyun Mountain, Orient Loong God broke through space directly to the outside of the Mysterious Wasteland. Such a distance, what could possibly be hidden from him?

But now, Orient Loong God was shocked in the void, motionless until now, looking at Ji Feixue with a strange look.

Ji Feixue twirled her hair with her slender fingers, glancing at Orient Loong God: “What? Don’t tell me you want me to call you uncle?”

Orient Loong God: “…”

It’s not that it’s impossible, by all accounts, that’s how it should be called! No matter how high the cultivation level, nothing is bigger than seniority, right?

Ji Feixue smiled slightly: “No worries, I’ll introduce you to the princess of Cloud Dream Marsh another day, and we’ll each talk about our own.”

Orient Loong God’s face, flickering with lightning, was instantly filled with excitement.

…

In the Feng Emperor’s great world, the Feng Emperor Palace.

A eunuch hurried through the palace halls, rushing towards the Imperial Study. When he reached the nine steps outside the Imperial Study, he knelt down and wailed: “Your Majesty, Lord Changfeng has passed away.”

The Imperial Study was high above the nine heavens, and the old eunuch was only on the ground, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s. After speaking, he didn’t even dare to breathe heavily, kneeling quietly, wanting to tremble but not daring to move.

Above the nine heavens, the Imperial Study was silent for a long time, and after a while, a faint voice came out.

“I know.”

The eunuch remained prostrate.

The voice from above came down again: “Order the Scholar’s Mansion to draft a posthumous title, and arrange all funeral matters. Choose someone from the Changfeng lineage to inherit the title.”

The old eunuch stood up and bowed again: “Yes!”

The old eunuch retreated, and the Imperial Study fell silent again, only the sound of fingers tapping on the desk.

Inside, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with no special features, was just like an ordinary emperor of the mortal world. He put down the scroll in his hand, got up from his seat, and walked back and forth in the Imperial Study.

Muttering to himself: “Su He, Orient Loong God, Spirit Snake, Dragon Turtle… Basalt.”

As if encountering a supreme puzzle, the emperor of the first great world of the myriad worlds showed deep confusion.

He turned his head to look at the desk.

On the scroll he had just put down, images flickered. If Su He were here, he would see that this was the scene he had seen in the Zhenxie Dao Palace, where the Yuanzun clan besieged the Dragon Turtle, fighting for the inheritance of the Dragon Turtle’s Dao Palace.

Only the perspective was different from what Su He had seen; this was from the perspective of the Yuanzun clan. The Dragon Turtle seemed like a primordial beast, unmatched.

Countless members of the Yuanzun clan fell heroically, one after another.

“Basalt, Orient Loong God…” They really got together… The middle-aged man in the yellow robe turned around, looking towards the Mysterious Wasteland as if he could see Dongyun Mountain in the Mysterious Wasteland through the myriad worlds.

…

On Dongyun Mountain, Su Huanian touched Su He’s neck, shaking out the long spear, her brows slightly furrowed, looking at the wounds on Su He’s body. She crushed an elixir and applied it to his wounds.

“After you heal, practice with me every day.” My husband’s combat experience is lacking!

Su He laughed heartily: “You can’t beat me anymore.”

Su Huanian looked at him with clear eyes. Su He’s laughter gradually subsided, and he finally shrank his head sheepishly, not daring to say more.

Indeed, he needed more combat experience. His experience was still too thin.

The battle with Feng Lu had been long, seemingly one trap after another, deceiving Feng Lu into unlocking Qianqianzi’s seal, then having Long Min summon the divine soul, and Su Huanian killing the scholar.

One thing after another, as if planned.

But… why bother?

He should have not overthought it and used the might of thunder to directly suppress Feng Lu, then considered how to unlock Qianqianzi’s seal.

He shouldn’t have given Feng Lu the chance to use the punishments.

He needed to go back and review the battle thoroughly; there was much to gain. Experience was still lacking, after all, he hadn’t been through many battles.

But practicing only with Su Huanian would only help him understand the way of the sword cultivators, which wasn’t very effective. He would go back to Qianjiang and set up a combat arena. All the seniors would take turns challenging him every day!

Several dice fell beside him, landing on the treasures left by Feng Lu.

Long spear, token, glass beads…

Su He’s domain had not been retracted, and now the pouring rain obscured the vision of others, so he hurriedly collected various treasures into his external space.

Just as he finished, the domain was torn open, and Ji Feixue walked in grandly.

As soon as she entered, she looked at them with strange eyes and a teasing smile: “You two sealed the space, not allowing outsiders to probe, what are you doing here?… Can’t some things wait until you get home? There was just a big battle here, with all eyes focused…”

Su He was speechless. Su Huanian, however, was unaffected, looking up at Ji Feixue: “Killed?”

“Ah! Killed!”

“Who was he?” Su Huanian asked.

Ji Feixue put up her hair and then replied: “Lord Changfeng of the Feng Emperor’s great world. Shall I take you to raid his house another day? Cut off his bloodline!”

“Good!” Su Huanian nodded.

Ji Feixue leaned in, sitting on Su He’s turtle shell, poking at the wound Su He had from the bronze halberd. Her eyes were full of laughter.

Su He shivered.He dared not speak, his eyes flitting between Ji Feixue and then back to Su Huanian.

These two peerless fairies of devastating beauty were chatting about murder and arson, plundering wealth as if it were mere household gossip. Was his family running a bandit stronghold, ruling as mountain overlords?

…Indeed they were!

That little girl Ya Ya, who knows what has become of her now. It’s been almost a month since she last returned, which was early winter when she came to borrow the Eternal Flame from Su Huanian.

It was a special kind of flame used for refining elixirs, igniting spontaneously without any material, not too hot or harmful, just like an ordinary mortal flame, but it never extinguished. Even a common Traverse Heaven realm cultivator would find it extremely difficult to put out.

Right here on Dongyun Mountain, right at the site of the recent bloody battle, the three of them chatted and laughed about domestic matters, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

Perhaps when there is an external enemy, internal factions unify and harmonize?

Could the Seal Emperor Palace be put to such use?

Su He was delighted, lifting his head to look in the direction of the Seal Emperor’s vast world, a strange feeling rising within him, as if at this moment, someone was gazing back at him through the mysterious void.

Ji Feixue and Su Huanian were laughing about something, and with a leap, Ji Feixue’s laughter shook the mountains, coincidentally blocking Su He’s view.

Big!

Really big!

For a moment, Su He could no longer focus on the Seal Emperor, his gaze fixed on the Empress.

A sudden sharp pain struck his back, and turning his head, he saw Su Huanian crushing an elixir and applying it to his wound.

But the Fairy Sword in her hand, unbeknownst to him, had left its sheath and touched his wound, its sword qi bursting in, causing pain as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart.

Su Huanian gently stroked her hair, seemingly unaware of his agony: “There’s a residual martial aura left in this wound by that person. I’m using my sword qi to expel it.”

Su He shivered and dared not speak further.

Beside him, Ji Feixue’s laughter became even more enchanting.

After more than three hours, Su Huanian had changed his dressing three times, and the wound had begun to close and heal. Only then did the sound of fists pounding the void echo from Dongyun Mountain.

Following that, the Three Aspects Monk appeared just as he had the first time, his body ablaze with red flames as he crashed through the void and plunged into the vast sea with a splash.

He emerged, rubbing his head.

Now appearing to be in his thirties, if he had a head of bold hair, he would look exactly like Mou Wan, whom Su He had seen in his divinations.

Upon his arrival, he saw Su He with two peerless fairies on his back, one in white standing proudly, the other in red sitting sideways.

Both were careful, each guarding a wound, using their true essence to help him heal, as gentle as a stream.

“Amitabha,” the Three Aspects Monk intoned with his hands clasped, his eyes filled with envy: “Su benefactor is truly blessed!”

Su Huanian remained cool and unchanged, while Ji Feixue giggled even more.

The Three Aspects Monk eagerly looked at Su He.

Su He nodded: “Qianqianzi is safe now, nurtured within a precious jade. However, her spirit has been severely depleted over the past few months and she must be in a deep slumber now.”

After months of struggle, even Qianqianzi’s Traverse Heaven third-layer spirit could not hold on. This was still when Yuan Yi Monk and Feng Lu were only trying to extract a hint of Dao rhyme from her spirit, not daring to be more aggressive.

Otherwise, the consequences would not be optimistic.

The Three Aspects Monk bowed deeply: “Amitabha, thank you, young friend, for your help, and thanks to the two fairies for their assistance!”

He hesitated a bit after speaking.

Su He knew he was worried about Qianqianzi and smiled: “Now that the matter here is settled and the remnants of the underground palace are collected, we can return.”

Overjoyed, the Three Aspects Monk summoned a Buddhist stupa, which flew towards him, with a glaze cover beneath it. He took the stupa and handed the glaze cover to Su He: “This object is quite mysterious, be careful when using it, young friend.”

Eh? For me?

Su He was surprised, but saw the Three Aspects Monk looking at him as if it were only natural.

Seeing Su He’s hesitation, the monk frowned: “Damn it… Benefactor, don’t overthink it. To this poor monk, Qianqianzi’s safety is far more important than anything else!”

Su He understood and said no more—the dice seemed anxious for him to take the glaze cover, and without delay, he threw it into his external space and released the Flying Boat.

The Three Aspects Monk, seeing Su He neatly accept the glaze cover, immediately smiled with joy and boarded the Flying Boat with Su He.

The Flying Boat soared through the void, heading towards Changyue Prefecture.

Snow began to fall outside the boat, not heavy but fluttering and beautiful. Ji Feixue sat on the gunwale, kicking her feet, her hands on the edge, listening to the jingle of her ankle bells, seemingly in a good mood.

Su Huanian stood beside her, one hand on her sword and the other on the gunwale, the winter wind blowing her white dress, like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

Su He lay on his sunning deck, honestly healing his wounds.

The Three Aspects Monk quietly approached and poked Su He: “Su He, my young friend, do you take disciples? I’ve been obedient all my life, surely a prime candidate for discipleship!”

Su He was baffled, then saw the Three Aspects Monk gesturing towards the two fairies at the bow. His eyes were filled with envy.

Although he did not recognize one of the fairies, her icy demeanor made her seem unapproachable. The other… that was Ji Feixue, the mad dragon mother of Qianjiang, a being who had roamed the myriad realms for tens of thousands of years.

Both fairies were willing to follow Su He. Unlike him, who had only encountered Qianqianzi and was beaten up just for confessing his feelings.

His gaze towards Su He was filled with admiration. With such a powerful figure, why wait to become a disciple?

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