The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

The cultivators who had been paying attention to Hu Xingtong immediately discovered the problem, and the formation masters led by Han Qianyu hurriedly and spontaneously joined the ranks of maintaining the formation.

At the same time, other monks cooperated to protect the safety of these formation masters and lured the remaining monsters into the formation.

For a moment, several factions were formed on the field tacitly. One faction was the formation master headed by Han Qianyu, who was responsible for helping Hu Xingtong maintain the formation. One faction was the sword cultivators headed by Ye Nanhe, Bai Chengyan and Tan Luo, who were responsible for releasing their sword hearts and sword intentions to purify the black air in the formation. Another faction was the geniuses headed by Sun Ze, Xiao Yuheng and Zuo Ya, who were responsible for protecting the safety of the formation masters and sword cultivators. The last row was the remaining cultivators, who were responsible for luring the remaining monsters on the field into the formation.

The formation lasted for a year. During this period, all the monsters were driven into the formation. The monks who had time to rest spontaneously did logistics work. There was also rotation among the formation masters. The alchemists even consciously made recovery pills for those who maintained the formation.

As the core members, Hu Xingtong, Tan Luo, Bai Chengyan and Ye Nanhe can only maintain basic spiritual power output by feeding medicine to others every day to ensure the stable output of the formation.

During this period, Hu Xingtong felt it the most strongly. The purified black air continued to flow into her body, and even Chen Wu was forced to get up to carry out daily drainage work.

No one knew what these white mists were, but they had a great impact on Hu Xingtong's cultivation. The most significant impact was on her seven emotions and six desires, especially her perception of the world and human nature, which became increasingly clear and obvious because of these white mists.

In a trance, Hu Xingtong felt that he had entered a fairyland-like paradise. The environment here was just like the heaven in the TV series. There were colorful auspicious clouds under his feet, and he was surrounded by gurgling water and exotic flowers and plants. The air was filled with a faint fragrance, and the fairy air was so refreshing.

In this wonderland, Hu Xingtong encountered many familiar figures, each one displaying a presence she had never seen before—a reflection of their purest, most beautiful inner selves. Tan Yuruo's smile was as warm as the rising sun, while Sun Ze's gaze was firm and hopeful. Even Zuo Ya and Xiao Yuheng, who usually bickered, smiled at each other, a scene filled with harmony and tacit understanding.

"Where is this..." Hu Xingtong was confused, but walked forward involuntarily.

"This is the pure land of human hearts, the world you purified with your sword heart and immortal spirit." A gentle voice sounded beside Hu Xingtong's ears. She turned around and saw a man who seemed familiar. His face was stern, but he also had a bit of indifference that was detached from the world.

"The world I purified?" Hu Xingtong asked in surprise.

The man smiled and nodded. "Indeed, this purified black energy is actually the distracting and evil thoughts in people's hearts. After being purified by the pure sword heart, they turned into this pure land. And you, as the source of all this, can naturally feel its power."

Hu Xingtong suddenly realized why she had gained a deeper understanding of human nature during the process of purifying the black energy. It turned out that all of this was a gift from this pure land.

"Then... how long can this pure land exist?" Hu Xingtong asked worriedly.

The man was silent for a moment, then said, "As long as the sword in your heart remains unextinguished and the immortal spirit in the world continues to perish, this pure land will last forever. However, human hearts are fickle, and distracting and evil thoughts may reappear at any time. I don't know how long this pure land can last."

"Who... are you?" Hu Xingtong seemed to have seen this person in her mind, but she couldn't remember where.

The man smiled, with a hint of helpless doting on his face: "You created me, but you don't remember me?"

Created... him?

Hu Xingtong thought about everything about this man in her memory. She didn't know why, but it seemed that in this place, all the memories that were covered up by the rules were released.

The image of a figure in her mind gradually overlapped with the person in front of her, and she tentatively blurted out: "Jingli?"

The man nodded and responded, "I am."

Tiandao Jingli is the supreme authority drawn by Hu Xingtong that overlooks the heaven and earth, and is the only god in this world.

"So, how did I get here?"

"Because I want to see you."

"See me?" Hu Xingtong was puzzled. She frowned and asked, "Why? The situation outside is critical now. I need to go back and help as soon as possible."

Jing Li shook his head lightly, his eyes deep: "Things outside will have their own destiny. What you need to face now is yourself."

"Myself?" Hu Xingtong was even more confused.

"That's right. This pure land is not only the world you purified, but also the new path you provide to this world. Every person you see here is a projection of your deepest perception and emotions about them," Jing Li explained slowly. "But in reality, they are not real. It is you who gave them luck and some authority in this world. But if you leave, these authorities will disappear, and this place will lose its meaning."

Hu Xingtong was shocked when he heard this, as if he had received some hint. He asked, "Do you... want me to stay or leave?"

Jing Li smiled slightly and said, "You should know that I hope you live well, whether as a living being in this world or as the creator of this world, as long as you are alive, it's fine."

Hu Xingtong sighed as he was told, recalling his previous life, when he had single-handedly resisted divine punishment and ultimately died tragically. Still unwillingly, he asked, "If I could leave this place here, move the capable people from the Central Region here, and hand over the monsters from the Central Region here, wouldn't that solve the problem of this world's lack of a path to ascension and resolve the external conflicts in this world?"

Jingli didn't answer, but just looked at her and smiled, pointing at her eyes.

Hu Xingtong was puzzled, but just tried hard to think of a solution based on his current memory.

The scene in his eyes kept changing, as if he could see the essence of this world through this so-called fairy spirit.

It was just a series of codes emerging from the void. Hu Xingtong seemed to understand something and looked back at Jingli. Jingli's original body was actually a small character, and he was pointing at himself. As if afraid that he didn't understand, he also pointed at his two round beads that were blinking like eyes.

Eyes? Gongzu Chenyu also said that his eyes were different. Now that he could see these codes, did that mean his eyes were different?

When Hu Xingtong woke up from this illusion, she found herself still standing in the center of the formation, and the monks around her were still busy. Everything that had just happened seemed to be just an abnormal dream of hers.

Hu Xingtong took a deep breath. Regardless of whether it was a dream or not, it reminded her of enough things. At least she found a way to break through the dimension and found her way home.

So, she cheered herself up again, and together with Tan Luo, Bai Chengyan and Ye Nanhe, continued to maintain the formation and purify the remaining black air.

As time went by, the monsters were finally completely purified, and the pure land purified by Hu Xingtong and others gradually merged into the continent, making the air of the entire continent fresher and the monks' states of mind more peaceful.