System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Since they all entered the Star Ruins together, Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian, this couple of Daoists, have not seen each other for eight years.

Looking across the void two thousand miles away, Qiu Zixian was surrounded by a faint dark spiritual light. The aura of the three paths of cultivation was as deep as an abyss and as deep as a prison. Every flow of spiritual power caused the surrounding void to tremble slightly.

Clearly, she had not wasted these eight years. Not only had she found the right path in the three paths of demonic cultivation, but she had also used the eternal Dao fortune to hone her realm. She was no longer the demonic girl who needed his protection.

Even when surrounded by nearly fifty or sixty cultivators of the same realm, she remained at ease: her demonic whip and divine sword moved in perfect harmony, like a black dragon swishing its tail, the whip tip tearing through the air with a sharp sound, sending a charging demon cultivator flying backward, crashing into the array wall and spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

Taking advantage of the moment, she coldly questioned him, her voice clear and icy, her words never straying from the whereabouts of Chen Xuan and the others.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and listening to the other party's clamor, Qiu Zixian had already grasped the full extent of the turmoil of the past eight years.

She sighed inwardly at her husband's undeniable brilliance; even amidst the gathering of geniuses from all races in the Devouring Demon Star Ruins, he still managed to stand out and awe all around.

She couldn't help but murmur softly, "You little rascal, you caused trouble everywhere in the Primitive World, and even now, in the Devouring Demon Starfield, facing the geniuses of all races from the Ten Great Realms, you still don't know how to keep a low profile." When she lowered her eyes, the redness at the corners of her eyes caused by the fierce battle was softened by a touch of gentleness.

But this gentle color was fleeting—another group of cultivators arrived following the sounds of fighting. Upon hearing the words "Seven-Colored Immortal Crystal," greed instantly ignited in their eyes, and they joined the siege without a word.

Qiu Zixian's eyes sharpened, and she stopped being distracted. With a flick of her wrist, the demonic whip transformed into a divine sword gleaming with a cold light, and she charged straight into the enemy ranks like an arrow released from a bow.

The black and red sword light collided with various colored spiritual lights, unleashing a deafening roar. The originally tranquil place of enlightenment instantly became a battlefield filled with shouts of killing.

In these eight years, although Qiu Zixian's cultivation level has not made a significant breakthrough, her understanding of the Great Dao has been completely transformed.

As she wielded the demonic sword, it carried a trace of the rhythm of the eternal demonic path. Despite being cultivators of the same realm, she was able to overcome clumsiness with skill—the sword light slashed diagonally, avoiding the dragon claw of a descendant of the dragon race, and the spine of the sword struck the opponent's wrist with a crisp "crack," and the dragon claw fell limply to the ground.

In a short while, three or four demon cultivators had been severely injured by her and were struggling in the void.

Chen Xuanyin, hidden in the distant clouds, unconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword in his sleeve with his fingertips. His gaze fell on Qiu Zixian's fierce expression, and a helpless yet gratified smile appeared on his lips.

He couldn't help but think of Xia Jiuyou. Back then, when that girl was fighting fiercely, she also had the same fierce look in her eyes, as if she would rather break than bend.

"You two are truly cut from the same cloth; when you get ruthless, you're both equally troublesome." He murmured softly, not in a hurry to make a move—he wanted to see just how much his Daoist partner had grown in the past eight years.

The aftershocks of the battle spread like ripples, attracting even more cultivators seeking enlightenment.

At first, some people stopped to watch, but when the words "ancient immortal array" and "seven-colored immortal crystal" entered their ears, the crowd immediately became agitated.

Greed spread like wildfire, and more and more people joined the siege. The original group of fifty or sixty people quickly grew to more than a hundred.

The black and red intertwined array became increasingly solid, and Qiu Zixian's figure gradually appeared strained amidst the chaotic battle.

But she still gritted her teeth and persevered, and the dark spiritual light condensed into a protective shield around her, blocking the incoming spiritual light one by one.

She was fearless—before entering the Star Ruins, Chen Xuan had given her enough trump cards to protect herself. Her current desperate fight was merely an attempt to use the pressure from these hundred or so cultivators of the same level to thoroughly refine the Dao insights she had accumulated over eight years.

"Hmph! You only dare to attack me alone? Do you really think my Flame Dragon Realm is easy to bully?" Qiu Zixian forced back three cultivators with her sword. Taking the opportunity to catch her breath, her cold laughter echoed through the void, clear and arrogant.