Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe secretly exclaimed, "What a close call!" If the pagoda spirit hadn't been so innocent, he probably wouldn't have been able to get away with it. At this moment, his cultivation was far from reaching the Divine Lord realm; he had barely stepped onto the threshold of the Divine King realm.

Time slipped by like a fleeting white horse, and the mysterious and magnificent Tower of Creation gradually lost its floors. Gradually, the tower spirit seemed to sense something amiss. A look of grief and anger suddenly crossed its once innocent face, and it roared, "Damn Lord of Chaos, how dare you deceive me! So your true cultivation is now nothing more than a mere Divine Emperor!"

Hearing this, Zhao Shanhe's face instantly darkened, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and he responded coldly: "Why, Tower Spirit, are you planning to practice with me?"

Facing Zhao Shanhe's icy gaze and threatening words, the tower spirit couldn't help but tremble all over. He replied tremblingly, "I dare not, I dare not. Lord Chaos, please calm down. I have absolutely no objection. Please continue..."

Seeing that the tower spirit was sensible, Zhao Shanhe nodded in satisfaction and then issued an order without hesitation: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and increase the transmission power for me! Remember, you must maintain the current speed and not stop for a moment!"

Life is a drama, all about performance. Some things, once missed, are irreversible. The Tower Spirit had missed two opportunities to expel Zhao Shanhe, and now it was too much to dislodge. Zhao Shanhe, now at the Divine Emperor level, was already able to harness some of the might of the Divine Lord, and could still severely injure the Tower Spirit at the Divine Venerable level. The changes in the Tower of Creation fell upon the eyes of the gods in the Divine Court. They could only watch helplessly, silently praying for the swift return of the Divine Venerable.

The Creation Tower, the natal magical treasure of the Lord of Creation, gave Zhao Yunhua, far away in the Mountain and River Realm, a bad feeling that something important was about to slip away. He muttered to himself, "This Mountain and River Realm is not only the prison of the Source of Life and the Source of Space, but it's also my prison. Who is plotting against me? Why am I so panicked? I must resume my cultivation as soon as possible."

Zhao Linger and Zhao Yunluo have been searching for it in this world of immortal cultivation for a long time, but the primordial purple energy is like a stone sinking into the sea, with no trace left.

After the two reunited, Zhao Yunluo, with a worried look on his face, said to Zhao Linger, "Seventh sister, we've searched the entire world of immortal cultivation, but we haven't found any trace of the Primordial Purple Qi. Do you think someone might have secretly taken it out of this world? For example, that Zhao Yunhua?"

Zhao Linger thought for a moment and suggested, "Sixth sister, what you said is possible. In my opinion, why don't we go back home for now and ask Mother for advice."

Zhao Yunluo nodded slightly in agreement: "Well, that's the only way."

Just as the two sisters turned to return to the heavens, Zhao Linger suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, as if realizing something. With a look of astonishment on her face, she pointed southwest and cried out, "Sixth sister! I can actually sense the faint presence of Primordial Purple Qi, and it's coming from that direction!"

Zhao Yunluo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and a look of deep worry crossed his face. He quickly warned, "Seventh sister, this is very strange. We were just about to give up the search and return to the heavens, and then you sensed the presence of Hongmeng Purple Qi. Could it be that someone deliberately set a trap to lure us in?"

However, Zhao Linger looked unimpressed and nonchalantly responded, "Sixth sister, you're being a little too cautious. In this world of mountains and rivers, who would dare to plot against our Zhao family? Even if they wanted to, they'd have to have the strength to do so."

Zhao Yunluo frowned and said, "Seventh sister, you must not be careless. Others may not be that strong, but Zhao Yunhua's strength is unfathomable and far surpasses mine."

"Sixth sister, Zhao Yunhua is our fifth brother after all. Can he really hurt us? Nothing will happen."

Zhao Linger and Zhao Yunluo followed the faint, almost imperceptible scent of the Primordial Purple Qi, eventually arriving at a long-abandoned village. The village looked exceptionally desolate and desolate, with collapsed houses and broken walls everywhere, clearly uninhabited for years.

Looking at the dilapidated scene around him, Zhao Yunluo couldn't help but look astonished. He exclaimed, "Seventh sister, the feng shui here is truly strange! Look, the luck and fortune of this place have completely dissipated. I'm sure something earth-shattering must have happened in the past, or perhaps some remarkable figure was born here."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Linger's eyes quickly swept around, and suddenly pointed to a row of tombstones not far away. She said softly, "Sixth sister, in my opinion, a big shot must have appeared. Maybe that big shot's surname is Qiao. Do you think it could be our brother-in-law, Qiao Linger?"

When Zhao Yunluo heard this, a flash of inspiration struck her mind, as if she had suddenly remembered something important. She quickly focused her mind, unleashing her powerful divine consciousness, carefully sensing everything around her.

Not long after, they made a discovery—a dilapidated ancient city not far from them. Zhao Yunluo turned to Zhao Linger and said, "Sixth sister, you're right. This is indeed my eldest brother-in-law's hometown—Qiao Village in Luocheng, Daliang. And based on this, our Zhao family's village should be nearby. After I find the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I want to go back and take a look, to make up for not being able to return home last time."

After hearing this, Zhao Linger's face showed an extremely determined expression, and she responded firmly: "Sixth sister, I will definitely be able to resurrect Li Xiaoyao! That primordial purple energy is not far ahead." After that, she took the lead and walked quickly in the direction where the purple energy came from.

Zhao Yunluo hurriedly followed, observing his surroundings vigilantly, and escorting Zhao Linger to collect the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

After a while, Zhao Linger successfully absorbed the Hongmeng Purple Qi into her body. She said, "Sixth sister, I'm fine now. Let's go."

Zhao Yunluo frowned and said with a look of resentment, "Seventh sister, you said that Hongmeng Purple Qi is such a precious thing, but no one comes to grab it. I still want to try out the moves I just practiced."

Zhao Linger said speechlessly, "Sixth sister, in the Mountain and River Realm, only our Zhao family can fight you. No one else has such strength. Father is too powerful, and sometimes it really makes me feel helpless. Let's go and see what kind of feng shui could give birth to such an outstanding figure as our father."