Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

On the other side, Xie Liuyan was researching how to completely restore the spiritual power within his body.

Only after Shen Wangchuan left was he able to spend more time thoroughly understanding this plane.

His body originally belonged to Qingjue Immortal Venerable of the Xuantian Sect, whose cultivation had reached the Mahayana stage, almost at the point of ascension.

However, the further one progresses, the more difficult it becomes to improve one's cultivation level.

The original owner almost always stayed out of the world and rarely got involved in sect affairs.

The only thing he cared about was probably the Demon Abyss, sealed at the intersection of the cultivation world and the demon world.

The cultivation world is not entirely populated by cultivators; occasionally, demons from the Demon Abyss appear, and even just a few of them require a considerable number of cultivators to eliminate.

After all, demons feed on people's hearts; greed, anger, and ignorance can all transform into inner demons.

Cultivators continuously improve their cultivation level in the process of fighting against their inner demons, until they ascend to immortality and completely eliminate their inner demons.

Righteous people mostly restrain and suppress their inner demons, and never let their inner demons run rampant, lest they cause harm to others.

Demonic cultivators, on the other hand, follow a different path. They indulge their inner demons to achieve the ability to do as they please and act recklessly, thus cultivating their own path.

However, because most demonic cultivators act without any rules and regulations, and only focus on improving their cultivation, they can easily cause widespread suffering and be destroyed when the Heavenly Dao undergoes tribulation.

There are not many demonic cultivators left, and most of them are gathered in the Mountain of No Return, under the command of Shen Wangchuan.

After learning all this, Xie Liuyan opened his eyes. His body was too weak, and after waking up, he could only rest and recuperate on the cold jade bed all day.

Occasionally, when he was bored, he would come out of the ice coffin, lie on a recliner made of Phoebe zhennan wood, and close his eyes to rest.

Three days have passed since Shen Wangchuan last came here, and Xie Liuyan tried to open the door to go outside and take a look.

Unfortunately, the door was sealed with a magic spell, and it couldn't be opened no matter what.

His cultivation had not recovered, and for the time being, he gave up the idea of ​​going out to take a look.

Having reached his level of cultivation, he had already abstained from grains and no longer needed to consume any nourishing foods.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, images of his time with Shen Wangchuan in the previous small world flashed through his mind.

It was something that was the least valuable thing to him, but at that moment he suddenly felt that time had passed very slowly.

The world the two had walked hand in hand was not a number that could be simply measured in time; it was Shen Wangchuan's life of stubbornness, time and time again.

"0526, what will happen if I don't do the mission in this small world? What will be Shen Wangchuan's fate?"

Although 0526 was puzzled that the Supreme God would ask such a question, he still dutifully told the Supreme God the ending:

"Lord God, the world destroyed by the virus has ultimately perished. The Immortal Venerable has been in a deep slumber, and Shen Wangchuan has taken revenge on everyone in the Xuantian Sect."

"In the cultivation world, everyone was in danger and in despair, Shen Wangchuan chose to self-destruct during his final tribulation."

"Mount Buhuan and some surrounding cultivation areas were almost razed to the ground."

"This small world also perished completely due to the lack of a World Child."

Even Xie Liuyan couldn't help but fall silent upon hearing such an ending.

In that case, their process must be accelerated.

Xie Liuyan stood up from the recliner and walked to the ice coffin to meditate. His injuries were severe, and his dantian was depleted of spiritual energy; only by meditating and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth could he recover somewhat.

When he came into this world, he examined his spiritual palace and found that his cultivation level had dropped by a whole major realm.

The most urgent task is to restore spiritual energy, leave this place, and go to a place with abundant spiritual energy to cultivate.

*

Xie Liuyan was unaware that his actions in the room were being reflected in the water mirror.

Shen Wangchuan looked at his master in the water mirror, his usually fierce face showing an unusual gentleness. He knew everything that had happened to Xie Liuyan, and even what he was about to do was related to him.

That person had always been the one who taught and cared for him, but he never expected that he would have the opportunity to repay that person.

If he had a choice, he would rather the other person live a peaceful and smooth life, never troubled by these mundane affairs.

Unfortunately, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease.

Shen Wangchuan sat on the thick trunk of the paulownia tree outside Chaoyue Palace, and with a flick of his sleeve, the water mirror dissipated.

In fact, the cultivator was skilled in techniques, and the distance between him and his master was only a wall, so he didn't need to rely on the water mirror.

There's always a sense of trepidation, though, about returning home.

Whether as his master's disciple or as the master of Mount Buhuan, his feelings for that person were nothing more than unrequited love.

Before, I didn't dare to say it; later, I couldn't say it anymore.

Seeing the other person's lively spirit upon waking, he focused his greedy gaze on every inch of them, fearing that it was all just a fleeting dream.

Leaning against the tree trunk, Shen Wangchuan chuckled:

"The word 'love' is truly laughable."

Even though people were already on his turf, he acted even more cowardly than before.

Time flies and never returns; they can never be the same again.

Just then, a silver butterfly flew by.

It flew around Shen Wangchuan a few times before settling on his fingertip.

This is a unique sound transmission technique possessed by Lin Qinglin, the sect leader of the Xuantian Sect. It allows communication with people thousands of miles away, but those with cultivation levels below his cannot see it.

The instant it touched Shen Wangchuan, a line of words appeared in the air:

"He's awake?"

Shen Wangchuan loathed this guy the most. Back when he became his master's only personal disciple, Lin Qinglin would always come to see his master whenever he had nothing to do, claiming that he wanted his uncle to give him guidance on his studies.

I never expected it to still be such a persistent ghost.

Shen Wangchuan's gaze was fixed on Chaoyue Palace, his fingertips tracing patterns in the air, his tone casual:

"What does it matter to your Xuantian Sect whether he wakes up or not?"

These words were so offensive that Lin Qinglin nearly vomited blood in anger.

Despite years of cultivating inner strength, it was still no match for a single sentence from Shen Wangchuan.

"Uncle-Master, he's a member of my Xuantian Sect! He has absolutely nothing to do with you!!"

Lin Qinglin's words revealed a sense of anger. If it weren't for the fact that the sound transmission technique could only be used for sound transmission, he would have really wanted to fight this bastard.

"Ha! Really?"

After replying, Shen Wangchuan ignored how furious the other person was; he only thought about what the other person had said.

She almost impulsively replied to Lin Qinglin, "Master will become my Daoist partner sooner or later, and then I will be the person closest to him."

In the end, Shen Wangchuan stopped, which he found quite regrettable.

After the other party had vented their anger, and the words in the air had changed several times, he continued writing:

"Is the Snow Lotus Grass in the newly opened secret realm of the Xuantian Sect?"

"How...how did you know?"

Lin Qinglin's tone carried a hint of surprise and uncertainty. Few people knew this news; only elders and above of the Xuantian Sect were aware of it.

"That's not important, I have my own way."

"I need snow lotus grass. Name your terms, and I can trade you rare and precious herbs, elixirs, and magical artifacts."

Lin Qinglin was surprised that Shen Wangchuan was willing to pay such a high price for the snow lotus grass. He knew that the other party's treasure trove had accumulated a great deal of wealth over the years.

"Although what you said is very appealing, there's just..."

"Snow lotus grass won't do. It's the support of the secret realm. Once it's gone, the small secret realm will collapse."