I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Nezha and Yang Jian, two chosen ones of heaven, sat together, looking up at the dark and deep sky, their minds blank.

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

"Me? Tell me what you are thinking about first." Nezha still raised his head and stared at the sky.

After a while, Yang Jian slowly lay down, looked up at the sky and said, "I miss Honghuang a little bit."

"Heh... our Heavenly Court's traitor can actually say such disgusting things." Nezha also lay down beside him. "Actually, I also miss the ancient days. Although there were dangers everywhere back then, it was also full of fun."

The two fell silent again, but they could clearly feel each other's emotions.

Both of them are warlike and rebellious, and have now reached heights that would have been unattainable in the primitive times.

But for some reason, they couldn't feel happy at all. Instead, they missed the time when they first rebelled against the Heavenly Court.

At that time, a man who could chop a peach mountain with one hand, always calling out "uncle", could kill a "cousin" with one axe.

He cut off bones to return to his father and cut off flesh to return to his mother, made a big fuss in the East China Sea, and even dared to make a few big bumps on the Jade Emperor's head.

But later, everything changed. And the person who brought about these changes was Ye Chongren.

Although they miss the past, it does not mean that they blame Ye Chongren, because it was the latter who led them forward.

"You haven't broken through yet..." Nezha suddenly teased, with a hint of provocation in his words.

"Haven't you achieved any breakthrough either?" Yang Jian retorted.

Nezha didn't say anything else. After a while, Yang Jian murmured to himself, "But... I'm almost breaking through. How about you?"

"I still need to practice for a while!" Nezha took a deep breath and said seriously.

Suddenly, Yang Jian stood up.

"Where are you going?" Nezha asked puzzledly.

"Practice and restore your strength!" Yang Jian said without looking back and walked to the side.

"Nervous..." Nezha muttered softly, then sat cross-legged and began to concentrate on practicing.

And in that dark corner, a pair of dim eyes quietly followed Yang Jian's figure and disappeared into the darkness together.

……

On the second day, a group of people from the Ximen Imperial Clan gathered on the battlefield where the eight people died.

"They died here. I can feel the remaining blood power of our Ximen Imperial Family!" One of them said in a flat tone.

This person is one of the protectors of the Ximen Imperial Clan, and his strength is at the sixth level of the Half-Step Master realm.

Although this strength is not top-notch, it should not be underestimated. The major forces in the core area have only a limited number of guardians sent this time. After all, there are too many powerful people, and the newly opened channel cannot bear it for the time being.

The strongest people from the nine sects, four clans and three divine kingdoms who came this time each had only one ninth-level half-step master, and they had an agreement among themselves that the ninth-level half-step master could not act at will.

Therefore, among all the people present, the highest realm should be the eighth level half-step master.

But even if they are all at the eighth level and a half-step overlord, how can the strength of the Nine Sects and the Three Divine Kingdoms be compared?

"Let's go and take a look!" The sixth-level protector was named Ximen Qing. When he saw the two buildings suddenly appearing in the distance, he narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke.

When everyone came closer, Ximen Qing approached the Tower of Babel and the temple first, and reached out to touch them.

"There is a sealing formation on it, but the power is very weak!" As he said that, he infiltrated the power of his own domain into it and broke the formation in an instant.

When everyone entered, they were stunned by the scene before them.

"Master Ximen Qing, here... the flow of time here seems to be different from the outside world. It feels much slower than outside!"

"Yes, if we can practice here, wouldn't it be equivalent to others practicing for a year while we practice for two years or even longer?"

"Oh my god, this can't really be what the group in the middle section left behind!"

At this moment, Ximen Qing looked around, not concealing the surprise and desire in his eyes.

He was moved, really moved. This was simply the holy land for cultivation he had always dreamed of.

However, he quickly regained consciousness, coughed lightly, and said, "Find a way to take this tower and hall away and hand them over to Young Master Ximen Jie. We can't afford to enjoy treasures like this!"

Upon hearing this, everyone lost their spirits like a deflated ball. Ximen Qing was right. Ordinary disciples like them naturally had no chance to enjoy such a treasure. After all, Young Master Ximen Jie's bloodline was so much richer and purer.

"Boom..." At this moment, someone suddenly launched an attack on the Tower of Babel. Everyone inside the tower was startled and quickly retreated. Then they saw a group of people staring at them in the distance.

The leader had a third eye on his forehead and held a silver weapon in his hand. The people behind him also stared at the Ximen Imperial Clan with blazing eyes, as if they wanted to devour them alive.

"Strange..." Ximen Qing frowned slightly. He always felt that the way these people looked at them, besides being full of hatred, seemed to be mixed with something else. But for the moment, he couldn't tell what it was.

……

At the same time, on Ye Chongren's side, a sudden exclamation woke everyone up from their cultivation.

"What's going on? Am I hallucinating? Why do I seem to hear someone screaming?"

"Yeah, I heard it too..." Everyone looked around in confusion.

Soon, someone noticed something was wrong.

"Where are the people around me? Why are they missing?"

"It's the same here. There are a lot of people missing."

On Ming Wang's side, the senior leaders quickly gathered together.

"What happened?" asked Ming Wang solemnly.

"Yang Jian is missing!" Xuan Ming walked quickly from a distance, his face as cold as frost, but there was a hint of pity and desolation in his eyes.

"How...how could this be!" Nezha muttered to himself, and his mind involuntarily recalled the conversation with Yang Jian when they were lying on the ground last night.

"He left, and took away many people from his Red Dust God-killing Army. Each of them is very powerful." Xuan Ming continued.

"Could it be...could it be that Yang Jian is going...to lure away those who are chasing us!" Huang Long said in a daze.

Everyone fell silent again in an instant, but their breathing became rapid unconsciously.

"How could he leave without saying a word? If he really wanted to die, would he be afraid that we would stop him?" Nezha said loudly with red eyes and gritted teeth.

"It's good that he's gone. Isn't it just buying time with his life? If he dies, our chances of survival will be greater!" Nezha's voice gradually lost control as he spoke in anger. This was an expression that the fearless Nezha, who always shouted "My fate is in my own hands," had never shown before.

"No...that's not right. Another person is missing!" At this time, someone suddenly shouted.