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Jiang Qingwu's retreat was like entering a secret realm of time. Three long years passed quietly, just like a gurgling stream flowing silently.

During these three years, the Dongxu Realm was like a calm lake, but deep down at the bottom of the lake there were turbulent undercurrents and dangers lurking everywhere.

After the thrilling encounter with the evil cultivator stronghold, each sect was like a frightened bird, rapidly increasing their vigilance. They hurriedly recalled those disciples who had wandered abroad, then closed their mountain gates, like ancient beasts curled up in their lairs, devoting themselves to improving their strength, constantly vigilant against possible sudden attacks from the demons.

For a time, the entire Dongxu Realm was shrouded in a tense and oppressive atmosphere. A solemn atmosphere permeated the air between the various sects. The disciples practiced hard day and night, the light of magic weapons flickered in the mountains, and the power of runes intertwined in the air.

In the mysterious and majestic divine realm of the upper realm, Zhu Guangji's clone was like a shadow hidden in the daylight, carefully shuttling between the magnificent priests' mansions that exuded a sacred atmosphere.

With her unassuming, easily overlooked appearance as a fairy servant and her meticulously disguised, almost authentic identity token, she deftly evaded the eagle-like eyes and ears of the numerous priests. Like a nimble and alert cat, she quietly explored the truth in this perilous upper realm, never missing a single clue that might be closely linked to the changing dynamics of the Dongxu Realm.

The sunlight shone on the golden glazed tiles of the priest's residence, making it sparkle, but she was hidden in the shadows, her eyes focused and sharp, always paying attention to the movements around her.

One day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing gently. As she was wandering outside a magnificent priest's residence, she accidentally heard two priests whispering.

"I heard that things have been quite uneasy in the Dongxu Realm lately. It's as if a mysterious force is quietly causing trouble in the dark, causing unrest among all the sects and causing panic among the people."

A silver-robed priest spoke softly, his eyes revealing a subtle worry. He glanced around warily, his cautious demeanor as if a dangerous beast might leap out at any moment. His voice was as gentle as a breeze through leaves, afraid to be overheard.

"Hmph, what does this have to do with us? The Dongxu Realm is just a gathering place for low-level cultivators. Even if there are some disputes, in our view, they are just minor fights that won't cause any major waves."

Another black-robed priest snorted disdainfully, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked nonchalant, as if he was discussing a trivial matter. His condescending attitude was fully revealed.

The silver-robed priest frowned slightly, the wrinkle between his brows like a deep ravine. He lowered his voice and said, "That being said, I have heard that some forces from the upper realms seem to be involved behind this. If we don't pay attention, I am afraid that our status and interests will be affected in the future. After all, in this upper realm, the situation is unpredictable. If we are not careful, we may fall into an irretrievable situation."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed priest's expression suddenly became solemn, as if a dark cloud instantly covered his originally relaxed face. "Are you serious? Do you have any specific news?" There was a hint of urgency and nervousness in his voice. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the silver-robed priest, as if he wanted to find the answer in his eyes.

The silver-robed priest shook his head, his neatly trimmed silver hair swaying gently. "These are just rumors at this point; there's no definitive proof yet. However, I have a sinister feeling that this matter is more complex than it appears. Therefore, we should be cautious and careful to avoid getting into trouble."

Zhu Guangji's clone hid behind a nearby stone pillar, listening to every word of this conversation. She thought to herself that someone in the upper realm had indeed noticed something unusual about the Dongxu Realm, but hadn't yet investigated thoroughly. It seemed she had to hurry up and race against time to uncover the truth hidden in the darkness, otherwise the Dongxu Realm would be plunged into even greater danger.

There was a hint of determination and resolve in her eyes. Her figure flashed, as if blending into the surrounding environment, and she continued on her journey of exploration.

At the same time, in the deep and quiet depths of Wuliang Sect, Jiang Qingwu's retreat place seemed like a mysterious space isolated from the world.

The spiritual light around her was dazzling and bright, like a dazzling sun hanging high in the sky. The strong light illuminated every corner of the secret room.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, like dewdrops rolling on grass leaves in the early morning. Her face was slightly pale, like a piece of rice paper with the blood drained out, but her eyes were extremely firm, like a burning torch, revealing a tenacious determination to never give up until she achieved her goal.

"Hah!" Jiang Qingwu suddenly cried out, her voice clear and resounding, like a sharp bolt of lightning piercing the silent night sky. Her hands danced swiftly, like two fluttering butterflies, quickly forming complex and mysterious runes.

The runes slowly emerged before her, shimmering with a strange light, then, like nimble fish, slowly merged into her body. As the runes merged, her aura grew stronger, as if breaking through an invisible, solid barrier that seemed to separate her from a higher realm.

At that moment, the thick stone door of the chamber suddenly trembled slightly, as if shaken by an invisible giant hand. It seemed as if a powerful and violent force was violently assaulting it from outside, and the stone door emitted a series of dull sounds, as if groaning in pain.

Jiang Qingwu was startled and quickly put away his skills. He looked at the stone gate vigilantly, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and vigilance.

"Qingwu, it's me." He Yihuan's voice came from outside the door, with a hint of concern and reluctance, as if a warm spring breeze blew into Jiang Qingwu's heart.

Jiang Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body relaxed. She stood up and slowly opened the stone door, only to see He Yihuan standing outside, looking a little anxious, like an ant on the hot pot.

"Qingwu, I'm about to ascend. I came here to say goodbye to you." There was a hint of melancholy in He Yihuan's voice, and his eyes were full of concern and worry for Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly, a trace of reluctance that was hard to conceal flashed in her eyes, like the mist blown away by the wind in the early morning, "Master, please be careful on your journey. I will practice hard and do my best to protect the Dongxu Realm and live up to your expectations." Her voice was firm and powerful, as if she was making a solemn promise to He Yihuan.

He Yihuan looked at Jiang Qingwu deeply, as if his eyes wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his heart. "Master believes in you. Remember, if you encounter any difficulties, you must tell me. Even if we are thousands of miles apart, I will do everything I can to help you."

Jiang Qingwu's heart was filled with gratitude, a feeling that surged like a surging tide. Before he could say anything else, a brilliant, dreamlike, guiding light descended from the sky. The light was bright and soft, enveloping He Yihuan and making his figure appear particularly tall.

"Qingwu, take care!" He Yihuan left his last words, and then slowly rose with the guiding light until he disappeared in the endless sky, like a bright star disappearing in the vast universe.

Jiang Qingwu stared at the sky, speechless for a long time, like a frozen statue. She knew that her master's journey to the upper realm would be filled with many unknown and difficult challenges, like stepping into a mysterious forest shrouded in mist. But she also firmly believed that her master would keep his promise and, with his profound cultivation and wisdom, help Zhu Guangji explore the truth hidden behind the thick fog and bring a glimmer of hope to the future of the Dongxu Realm.

Shortly after He Yihuan's ascension, Jiang Qingwu retreated once again to reach the Tribulation Crossing Stage. This time, like a lone warrior, she embarked on an even more arduous journey. Her cultivation was even more assiduous, reaching a state of near-selflessness, as if the world consisted solely of her and her boundless spiritual power.

There are no years in the mountains, and the cold and heat are not noticeable. It seems like just a moment, and another long ten years have passed.

On this day, Jiang Qingwu finally felt the opportunity for a breakthrough.

That opportunity was like a faint ray of dawn, piercing through the dark clouds and shedding light upon her heart. Her body trembled slightly, and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be drawn by a powerful suction force, rushing madly towards her, forming a huge spiritual vortex. The vortex was like a hungry beast, devouring all the spiritual energy around it, emitting a powerful and terrifying aura.

"Boom!" With a resounding roar, like the roar of the dawning world, Jiang Qingwu successfully broke through to the Tribulation Crossing Stage. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the once clear sky was instantly obscured by dark clouds, which surged like a raging black sea.

Calamity clouds quickly gathered above her head, and thunder rumbled as if the God of Thunder was roaring angrily. The sound was deafening, as if it was the roar of heaven and earth, venting its dissatisfaction with her breakthrough.

Jiang Qingwu took a deep breath, the aura swirling within her like a cold dragon. She held the Qiluan Sword, which, like a sleeping dragon, trembled slightly in her hand, as if sensing the impending battle.

She was ready to face the challenge of overcoming the tribulation, her eyes were firm and resolute, like a fearless god of war about to step into the cruel battlefield.

The first thunderbolt descended like a ferocious dragon, carrying a force that could destroy the heavens and earth, a force that seemed capable of tearing the entire world apart. It struck Jiang Qingwu directly, like a bolt of angry lightning, threatening to wipe her from this world.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes focused, and those eyes were like two sharp swords. He swung the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy was like a dazzling rainbow, heading towards the thunder.

The two collided, making a deafening sound and shining light, as if a sun exploded above Wuliang Sect. The entire Wuliang Sect was illuminated by this light, as if daylight had arrived.

Then, the second and third thunderbolts followed, each more powerful than the last, like waves growing more turbulent than the last. Jiang Qingwu gritted his teeth and used all his strength to resist the thunderbolts again and again.

There were already many wounds on her body, and blood had stained her clothes red, like a bunch of blooming red plums, but her eyes became more and more determined, like a burning flame, becoming hotter in the strong wind.

Just as Jiang Qingwu was struggling against the thunder, unexpected events occurred in other places in the Dongxu Realm.

After recuperating, the demons were like a pack of ravenous wolves, relying on their devious methods to seize human power and fortune, and their power quickly recovered to the size it had been during the sect competition. At this moment, the Ghost Lord in the Demon Palace was like a sharp wolf, seemingly sensing Jiang Qingwu's breakthrough.

Ye Qingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his narrow eyes looked like a deep slit. After thinking for a moment, he felt that this was an excellent opportunity. If successful, it would definitely deal a heavy blow to the righteous forces, just like a hunter seeing a wounded prey.

Then they hit it off with Youjun, and the Demon Clan and the Soul Devouring Sect were like demons that had been released from their seal, ready to make a move again.

They gathered a large number of demon cultivators and monsters, who were like a black tide, heading towards the various sects. A war was like a powder keg that was about to be ignited, ready to break out at any moment.

In front of the mountain gate of Wuliang Sect, Feng Jingchen, Lin Muci, Zhongli Xiu, Feng Ci, Su Chen, Mo Yunsheng and others were already ready for battle.

They were like a row of unshakable Great Wall of Steel, looking at the demonic clouds rolling in from afar with solemn expressions, but there was no fear in their eyes. They were like burning torches, flashing an unyielding light in the darkness.

"Hmph, these demons really don't know how to live or die. They actually dare to cause trouble at the critical moment of Junior Master's breakthrough!" Zhongli Xiu clenched his fists, his face full of anger, and the spiritual power in his body surged like a volcano about to erupt, as if ready to deal a heavy blow to the demons at any time.

"Everyone be careful, the demons are coming with great force this time, we must hold our ground and not let them set foot into Wuliang Sect!" Feng Jingchen looked calm, and the instrument in his hand emitted a faint light, like a star about to explode, as if accumulating powerful power, ready to give the demons a fatal blow at the critical moment.

Lin Muci tightly grasped the long sword in her hand, and the long sword seemed to be a part of her body. She said with a firm look in her eyes: "For Wuliang Sect, for Dongxu Realm, we will fight to the death!" Her voice was firm and loud, like an oath that cut through the night sky, echoing in the air.

Everyone nodded and used their magical powers, like a group of eagles about to spread their wings and fly high, ready to meet the attack of the demons and protect the home in their hearts.

Lin Feixue and Shi Chenbai also joined the battle. How could they let the younger generation face it alone? They decided to capture the leader first. They rushed to the demon clan and evil cultivators' generals and killed their leaders. Youjun and Ye Qingcheng watched this battle that they were determined to win through the water mirror in the Demon Palace.

In an instant, shouts of killing and the roar of magic intertwined, like a passionate war song, and the entire Dongxu Realm fell into chaos...

Suddenly, a powerful ray of light shot up from the depths of the Infinite Sect, like a pillar of light that penetrated the heavens and the earth, illuminating the entire Infinite Sect...