My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Suddenly, Ji Ying's expression shifted slightly.

He slowly reached out and took out a talisman that glowed with a faint yellow light from his sleeve.

The light on the talisman was flashing rapidly, clearly indicating that Old Demon Huang was urgently trying to contact him.

Ji Ying sighed, thinking: Originally, Huang Laomo was arranged outside that "secret realm" to block Hong Ling and the others' retreat.

If Ji Ying fails to capture the three of them in the secret realm, or if they do not immediately turn against each other and instead achieve a temporary peace, Huang Laomo will still be able to use his identity to gain the trust of Hong Ling and the others, and then seize the treasure again.

However, judging from the rapid flashes of the runes, it seems that Old Demon Huang has also encountered that strange Nascent Soul female cultivator, which is why he is in a hurry to contact him.

Of the four who traveled together, Kuangdao and Hongling are already dead, and Jinlei was captured by the female cultivator using her magic weapon. Now, only Huang Laomo remains.

Ji Ying's feelings were complicated and hard to describe; she didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

He held the talisman in his hand, a sense of doubt creeping in. Was that female cultivator truly a native of this world? Could there be other untold secrets hidden here...?

There's also the Star Shuttle, the key to traversing the sea of ​​stars, which is currently still in Old Demon Huang's storage bag. Ji Ying stood still in the gale, looking hesitant.

the other side.

Looking at the talisman in his hand that kept flashing but didn't respond, Old Demon Huang's already gloomy face became even more grim, like a dark cloud pressing down on him.

He thought to himself: Since this talisman can contact Ji Ying, he must have already left that secret realm trap and come to the outside world. But why isn't he responding to me? Could it be that he wants to keep the Demon Abyss Water for himself?

The thought that the water of the Demon Abyss, which he had been searching for for many years, might fall into Ji Ying's hands made Huang Laomo feel as if he were being devoured by a thousand ants, unable to find peace.

His gaze fell on the storage pouch at his waist, where Ji Ying's Star Shuttle was hidden.

This star shuttle is the key to leaving this world. Without it, even if Ji Ying obtains the treasure, he will find it difficult to escape.

However, upon further reflection, a doubt arose in Huang Laomo's mind.

Ji Ying dared to ignore his messages. Did he have other means to leave this place? Or was he seriously injured at the moment, or was he trapped somewhere and unable to escape?

The thought of this possibility brought a greedy smile to Huang Laomo's face. If Ji Ying were to truly meet with misfortune, wouldn't the Demon Abyss Water and the Star Shuttle both become his possessions?

During his escape, Huang Laomo sped along while constantly scanning the mortal world below with his powerful divine sense.

This land seemed so ordinary to him, ranking only among the lowest of the hundreds of "pastures" teeming with the plague god.

Old Demon Huang was filled with disappointment and confusion.

The spiritual energy here was thinner than he had imagined, almost negligible.

He frowned and continued to observe.

However, whether in the remote mountains and countryside or in the bustling towns and ports, he could not detect the slightest trace of a cultivator.

Moreover, there were no mountain gate formations here, as if this land had never been visited by any cultivators.

Suddenly, images of those peculiar white crystals appeared in Huang Laomo's mind. They emitted a faint light, like stars in the night sky.

He racked his brains, but it was as if he couldn't remember: "Those crystals were pure white, radiating spiritual energy, and their surfaces were ablaze with cold flames... Where did I hear about them before..."

In the brief moment he was pondering, his speed decreased, and he was immediately overtaken by the person behind him.

A sword light ripped through the sky, but Old Demon Huang calmly dodged to the side, flicking out several streaks of green light from his fingertips.

The blue and white light collided suddenly in the air, creating a deafening roar.

The powerful airflow, like a howling gale, tore the surrounding clouds to shreds and scattered them.

The aftershocks of the battle, like a tsunami, surged and spread in all directions with devastating power.

The mortal towns below appeared so vulnerable in the face of this sudden and undeserved calamity.

A fierce wind blew, and the earth shook.

Houses collapsed, rubble scattered everywhere; trees broke, branches and leaves flew everywhere.

People screamed and scattered, their faces filled with terror.

However, faced with the scattering impact, their escape speed was like a snail's crawl, so slow that they couldn't outrun death at all.

Chu Lengyu tried to stop it, but it was too late. The aftershocks had spread too far, and the destruction of houses and loss of life was beyond repair.

She originally intended to prevent the azure light from falling to the earth and destroying the town, but she did not expect that the aftershocks of the impact would still bring annihilation to the mortals below.

She could only mobilize the power of the Nine Cauldrons to quickly suppress the mountains and rivers of this place, preventing a greater disaster from erupting and causing these innocent mortals to suffer more pain.

It's a pity this isn't within the Great Xia territory; otherwise, that set of pseudo-Nine Cauldrons, recognized by Heaven and Earth, would operate autonomously, resist disasters, and be protected by door gods, at least possessing the power to protect itself.

Judging from the terrain, this place seems to be closer to the territory of the Dark Moon Sect. Further southeast, one will enter the South China Sea.

The light streaked across the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the chaotic foreign town was left behind and could no longer be seen.

Chu Lengyu's heart was far from calm.

Mortals are insignificant and fragile. In the face of cultivators, their life and death are often just a thought away, as easily as grass.

If it weren't for the extraordinary encounter with time travel and the assistance of the system, Chu Lengyu today would just be one of those who stand on the ground, looking up at the immortals and gods, their life and death left to fate.

She will protect this world to the best of her ability, not only because of the karma she created for her original self, but also to be worthy of the sword in her hand.

Old Demon Huang remained expressionless, as if he hadn't just made the move, and that the lives and deaths of those mortals had nothing to do with him.

At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into his mind: to destroy the mortal world below and hold back the female cultivator behind him.

He would first shake her off, and then use the methods he had secretly arranged on Ji Ying to find him.

His fingertips surged with spiritual energy, the spirit pet pouch was opened, and tens of thousands of demonic insects surged out like a tide, instantly filling the air.

These demonic insects were as fast as lightning; however, their target was not Chu Lengyu, but the innocent mortals below.

They flapped their wings and flew swiftly towards the nearby bustling town.

The demonic insects' bodies are as hard as iron; mortal weapons are completely ineffective against them.

They are like a black whirlwind, devouring everything in their path, leaving not even a single leaf behind.

Houses and city walls, those hard bricks and stones, were easily gnawed and devoured as if they were tofu under their sharp mouthparts.

The entire town seemed to be trapped in a dark nightmare, with the buzzing and gnawing sounds of demonic insects everywhere.

People fled desperately, but they could not escape the pursuit of the demonic insects.

Old Demon Huang coldly watched everything that was happening below, without the slightest pity or remorse in his heart.