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Chapter 123: The Star Remains Photographs Evidence of the Cause

The sky of the Dongxu Realm seemed to finally awaken after a long nightmare. The moon, once shrouded in blood-red light, quietly retreated, replaced by wisps of soft, warm morning light. These golden rays, like a soft veil, gently fell upon the earth, dispelling the darkness bit by bit.

Jiang Qingwu stood quietly atop the ruins of the underground palace, her figure striking amidst the desolate landscape. Like a plum blossom growing amidst the ice and snow, she stood proudly, cold yet unyielding.

Her figure was slender and elegant, and the bright crimson color brought new life to the Dongxu Realm. Her dress fluttered in the wind, as if she could fly away with the wind at any time.

The broken bricks and tiles scattered around him were a silent testimony to the thrilling and fierce battle that had just taken place. Every broken brick and stone, every broken beam, seemed to still retain the powerful energy released during the battle.

Jiang Qingwu lowered his head slightly, stretched out his slender fingertips, and gently stroked the dragon scale pattern on the Qiluan Sword in his hand. At that moment, the sword suddenly emitted a subtle buzzing sound.

The sound was crisp and melodious, as if it had come from ancient times, carrying with it the weight of time and history. The sword trembled slightly, as if telling its master of the countless life-and-death battles it had experienced, as well as those unknown glorious moments.

At the same time, in the distant direction of the Wuliang Sect's mountain gate, a powerful spiritual energy surged towards them like a surging wave. The power was so overwhelming that it shook the entire space.

"Junior Master is leaving..." Su Chen, who had been standing silently by, suddenly tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. His fingers were turning pale from the excessive force, and veins bulged at his joints. His gaze never left Jiang Qingwu, filled with a complex and inscrutable emotion. There was reluctance, attachment, and a hint of indescribable awe.

Jiang Qingwu turned around, gracefully and lightly, like a deity. Her jet-black hair, cascading to her waist like a waterfall, swayed and danced gently in the breeze, like a spirit leaping and playing. Each strand was soft and smooth, gleaming with a faint luster.

Looking closely, the twinkling stars that originally dotted the strands of hair are quietly losing their charming colors, just like the gradually dimming stars in the night sky, slowly disappearing into the boundless darkness.

However, in stark contrast, the golden lotus mark in the center of her jade-like forehead now radiated an increasingly intense light, like a blazing sun just rising from the horizon, blazing and dazzling. The dazzling brilliance was almost impossible to look at, as if even a glance would burn one's eyes.

At this moment, a mysterious and ancient whisper suddenly and without warning burst into the boy's consciousness. The voice was as cold as snow, as if it came from the heavens, carrying a frosty chill that had not melted for a thousand years. Undoubtedly, this was Jiang Qingwu's unique voice. She softly asked, "Do you remember the promise I made to you that night?"

Hearing these words, the boy's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. In an instant, the memories of that night surged into his heart like a flood.

At that moment, he was absolutely certain that his past of self-deprecation had been completely exposed to this beautiful and mysterious Junior Master. But what surprised and reassured him was that Junior Master had said at the time that she would never tell anyone about this, as it was a secret between the two of them.

Moreover, she also revealed that she actually had a secret that was unknown to others, and said that as long as the time was right, she would tell him without reservation.

At that moment, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he wanted to swallow the thousands of words in his heart, but in the end, nothing came out. He stared blankly at Jiang Qingwu's fingertips, only to see tiny dots of light there. Those dots of light were like nimble fireflies, flickering a faint but charming light, and then lightly floated towards his eyebrows.

As the points of light sank into his brows, Jiang Qingwu's voice echoed in the depths of his mind like a secret whisper: "I am Jiang Qingwu, a disciple of the Wuliang Sect. However, before I met you, I was just a young man struggling to survive in a long-declined Dharma-Ending World. Now, due to this Ascension Tribulation, my memory has been shattered, allowing me to recall my original identity - it turns out that I am the third of the Guardians of the Heavenly Dao!"

These words exploded like a thunderclap in his sea of ​​consciousness, instantly setting off a turbulent wave of impact. He felt his entire consciousness was shaken to the point where he could barely think, and only every word Jiang Qingwu said kept echoing in his mind.

"I have fulfilled my promise..." As these words fell, Jiang Qingwu was suddenly enveloped by a beam of incomparably sacred light. The light was dazzling, shimmering with endless brilliance like a vast, boundless galaxy; it was also like the first ray of dawn, filled with hope and warm power.

Against this backdrop of light, Jiang Qingwu's figure appeared even more sacred, solemn, and inviolable. She was like a fairy descending from the heavens, beautiful and noble; like a god returning to the heavens, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Accompanied by this sacred light, Jiang Qingwu's body slowly ascended into the air. Her graceful figure gradually faded away in the light, becoming increasingly blurred. Finally, she completely disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only the still brilliant and dazzling light lingering in the air for a long time, as if to tell everyone that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Su Chen, knowing everything, murmured, "No wonder Junior-Master said she wouldn't be punished by Heaven for intervening in the Demonic Tide. No wonder..." His voice was low, filled with deep shock and emotion. His mind was awash with thoughts, recalling every moment he had spent with Junior-Master, all those teachings and care he had given him, now seeming to have a deeper meaning.

Seeing this, Pei Yi asked in confusion: "What? Su Chen, what are you talking about?" His brows were furrowed, his eyes full of confusion and eagerness, and he was eager to know the secret from Su Chen's mouth.

Lin Muci and others also gathered around curiously, talking in unison: "What's the reason? Can you tell us the secret of Junior Brother and Junior Uncle? It will help us to solve our doubts." Their eyes were full of expectation, as if they were a group of students thirsty for knowledge.

Su Chen chuckled softly. He looked at the anxious eyes of the crowd and thought, "I'm sure Junior Uncle wouldn't mind his fellow Wuliang Sect members knowing about this." So, he slowly spoke and told everyone the contents of the secret message, word for word.

After listening to this, Pei Yi couldn't help but mutter to himself: "I see, no wonder, now everything makes sense..."

As he whispered, his voice revealed a sense of sudden enlightenment, as if the mystery that had been plaguing him had finally been solved. At the same time, his face, once filled with doubt, gradually changed. The doubt gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep admiration.

At this moment, when everyone present was still immersed in the emotion about Jiang Qingwu's bizarre life experience and various past experiences, suddenly, a fierce and high-pitched voice came out without warning, like a sharp sword cutting through the brief silence.

A voice shouted, "Now that the demonic tide has ended, it's time for us to calm down and cultivate diligently, striving to ascend to the immortal realm as soon as possible and find the whereabouts of Junior Master!" The speaker was Lin Muci, radiating endless fighting spirit. She appeared high-spirited and energetic. Her beautiful eyes shone with an unwavering light, filled with infinite longing for a better future and a resolute determination to never give up until her goal was achieved.

After hearing this, the others all smiled at each other in understanding, and then began to respond.

Feng Ci said loudly: "Yes, yes, we must redouble our efforts in cultivation. We must not let Junior Master be disappointed in us!"

Zhong Lixiu then shouted, "That's right! We must ascend to immortality as soon as possible, so that we can meet Junior Master again in the upper realm!"

At this time, Feng Jingchen, who was standing by, said with a smile, "If that's the case, then we really need to work harder and not slack off in the slightest. Otherwise, how can we catch up with Junior Master's pace?"

Mo Yunsheng nodded slightly in agreement, then said with a worried look on his face, "Alas, I'm ashamed to say that lately, during my cultivation, I've always felt like I've hit some kind of bottleneck that's hard to break through, and I can't make any further progress. Does anyone have any good ideas that could help me out?"

Su Chen patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, let's discuss it together, and we will eventually make a breakthrough."

Lin Muci said, "I think we should go to the Sutra Library more often to look for secret books. Maybe we can get some new inspiration. Didn't Junior Master always tell us to read more?"

Everyone was discussing their future cultivation plans, full of enthusiasm and anticipation.

With the demonic tide over, the Wuliang Sect's reputation within the Dongxu Realm soared to new heights. A constant stream of believers sought immortality and enlightenment. The Wuliang Sect's mountain gate was bustling with activity. With devout hearts, they yearned to enter this immortal gate and seek a chance.

However, the qualifications required to become a direct disciple were as insurmountable as ever, like a towering mountain reaching the clouds, difficult to surmount. But even being an outer disciple of the Wuliang Sect was a joy, and they were willing to work hard for that elusive chance of becoming an immortal.

After Jiang Qingwu ascended to heaven, the Wuliang Sect became even more competitive in cultivation, creating a strong cultivation craze.

Especially the disciples of the 100th generation, they regarded Jiang Qingwu as a role model and goal, and with admiration and longing for their junior uncle in their hearts, they all wanted to see their junior uncle again as soon as possible.

When Shi An wasn't practicing, he would often gaze at the plants and trees on Spirit Beast Peak, wondering, "What would it be like for Junior-Master Uncle and Junior-Master Sister in the upper realm? Is the imbalance in the Dongxu Realm related to the upper realm? I must practice hard and see for myself."

Feng Jingchen practiced magic day and night. Whenever he felt tired, he would think of Jiang Qingwu's figure, and then he would be filled with strength again.

When Lin Muci was sharing his cultivation experiences, he always said, "We must not bring shame to Junior Master-Uncle. We must make the Wuliang Sect even stronger."

Upper Realm? Guixu Terrace

As Jiang Qingwu's boot heels touched the white jade floor, she heard the snapping of chains behind her. The sound was crisp and resounding, standing out against the silence of Guixu Terrace. When she turned, a scarlet robe, swirling with ambergris, flew before her.

"The girl has grown strong." He Yihuan's cold voice came, filled with joy and doting. His eyes were filled with relief, but his heart was filled with emotion. This girl had finally taken this step.

Jiang Qingwu smiled slightly, "Master, I am just following your teachings."

He Yihuan changed the subject and said, "I have completed the task you assigned to me."

Behind him stood Zhu Guangji—or, more accurately, Zhu Guangji's clone. Atop her moon-white, scale-patterned dress floated the projection of a bronze array disk. The disk's projection was mysterious and ancient, emitting a faint glow that seemed to contain endless power.

This colleague was tapping the air with her fingertips, condensing the stardust that had fallen during Jiang Qingwu's ascension into the shape of an arrow: "Is the move you used to shoot through the monster's vertical pupils a modified version of the one in the Paralympic finals?" Her eyes were filled with curiosity and inquiry, as if she was pondering some profound question.

Just as Jiang Qingwu was about to speak, the Guixu Platform suddenly trembled violently. The tremor was like the roar of the earth and the howling of the sky, and the powerful force caused the entire Guixu Platform to shake.

Three bronze fragments came through the air, bringing with them a sharp sound of wind and a dazzling light, and formed an incomplete map of the Dongxu Realm under their feet - the location representing the Creation Department was oozing dark golden blood beads.

"Ling Yuanpei is smuggling himself across spacetime." Zhu Guangji's pupils glowed golden, gleaming like a burning flame. "He's using the turbulent flow of spiritual energy from your ascension as cover, transferring the last 30% of resources to himself." Her voice was filled with anger and anxiety, as if she deeply detested Ling Yuanpei's actions.

Jiang Qingwu frowned, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "We must stop him, otherwise the Dongxu Realm will fall into an irretrievable situation." But in his heart, he was secretly thinking about Ling Yuanpei's purpose and means.

He Yihuan nodded slightly, his expression solemn: "But he is very cunning, and he must have been prepared for this smuggling through time and space." Various possible situations and response strategies quickly flashed through his mind.

Zhu Guangji's clone folded his arms across his chest, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "We need to take a long-term approach and find his weakness."

The three of them fell into deep thought, and the atmosphere on Guixu Stage became extremely heavy.

Jiang Qingwu stared at the three bronze fragments with a determined gaze, her mind racing with thoughts of a countermeasure. Suddenly, an idea struck her: "Perhaps we can exploit his greed for resources and set a trap."

He Yihuan's eyes lit up: "This plan is feasible, but we need to arrange it carefully and not let him notice."

Zhu Guangji's clone agreed: "That's right, we must ensure that nothing goes wrong."

So, the three of them began to make intensive preparations, and a battle of wits and courage with Ling Yuanpei was about to begin...