Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Zhu Wuyao ignored Lingbi's comments.

Throughout the entire passage, she was most concerned with the sentence—"The Sword Sect has never produced a Sword Immortal."

Possession is a predetermined event that happened in the past, and objective facts cannot be changed according to her personal will. There is no point in dwelling on this matter.

However, the matter of Qingyun Sect is a pressing issue that could potentially affect her future actions.

Upon closer reflection, the more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.

Sword Immortal Qi Suowei is without sect or school.

Of course, the world allows for legendary figures who rise to prominence unexpectedly.

But Qingyun Sect is a renowned sword sect with thousands of years of accumulation and countless cultivators within its ranks. Even if they all received a rigid academic education, it shouldn't be the case that they couldn't produce a single sword immortal.

Moreover, it's not just Qi Suowei; it seems... sword immortals never come from the Qingyun Sect.

Although Zhu Wuyao only briefly visited Qingyun Sect and did not explore it in depth, she knew that there were quite a few talented sword cultivators there.

For example, Elder Liao.

This person is truly a martial arts fanatic, and also has a talent for swordsmanship.

Zhu Wuyao deliberately slowed down his descent.

This gave the three people down the mountain ample time to discuss the matter.

When she walked down the mountain and stood in front of the group, Ning Zhiqi and the others pretended not to recognize her identity and still called her "Elder Qian".

However, we still need to investigate the things that need to be investigated.

"Congratulations to Elder Qian on obtaining the secret treasure. I wonder what kind of secret treasure that spirit brush was just now, that it has the power to rewrite the rules of this world."

Zhu Wuyao smiled and said:

"That's perfect. If we encounter danger, whether we're from within the realm or outside, we'll always have a fighting chance."

Ning Zhiqi smiled politely.

She could guess that the "Elder Qian" in front of her was unable to replenish the spiritual energy he had already consumed, and the spiritual energy in his dantian was decreasing with every bit he used.

But the limitations of that magic pen were unpredictable.

Think of the worst-case scenario—

If one can infinitely alter the laws of this world with this object, wouldn't one eventually become like an ordinary person, with no laws left to use for spells and limited in every way?

But just as Ning Zhiqi guessed, the real and fake Elder Qian might actually be able to restrain each other, giving her a glimmer of hope amidst the infighting.

She said, with a pointed remark:

"Elder Qian, with such a treasure in hand, the opportunities in this world seem to have been prepared especially for you."

"We have already gained a lot by being able to come here for training."

Ning Zhiqi knew he was caught in the middle of the situation and that even saving his own life was difficult. Therefore, he made his stance clear: he would not compete with others for profit and would only seek to protect himself.

It was unclear whether it was the influence of the will that Zhu Wuyao had just implanted, or whether she had always had the idea of ​​sacrificing her wealth to save her life.

Compared to her, Han Ge's ability to manage his own emotions is obviously much worse.

As Zhu Wuyao walked forward, Han Ge stared at her with a gaze that seemed to spit fire, as if he were having an internal struggle. Zhu Wuyao paused and said:

"Elder Liao has already lost one disciple. If you seek death yourself, it will put me in a very difficult position."

This statement was practically an open secret.

Upon hearing this, Han Ge felt it was hypocritical. He had no intention of engaging in pretense with the fake Elder Qian, and his temper flared up instantly. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and drew it two inches from its sheath, but Ying Cang pressed down on his wrist.

Seeing this, Zhu Wuyao understood something.

It seems that although the Spirit Pen can implant will, it can only exert influence.

If one's will is strong enough and one is emotionally charged, one can still break free from the constraint of the idea that "self-preservation is paramount."

Ning Zhiqi's voice transmission resounded in my consciousness—

"May I ask your name, friend?"

Zhu Wuyao ignored the others and took two steps forward, looked up at the sky, and frowned slightly, saying:

It's getting dark.

She thought of something.

He took out the Qingyun Sect's clothes from his storage bag, draped them over his shoulders, and the next instant, his pupils shrank slightly.

Not only Han Ge and the others, but she herself also "faded," but she had never noticed because she was always dressed in black.

From the moment Lingbi uttered the words, "You won't feel guilty anymore," Zhu Wuyao began to ponder—

How can the creator of the secret realm ensure that he, the wielder of the magic pen, is equally ruthless?

How can one ensure that they can use their advantages without any reservations to devour and forge the will of the masses, and become the dominant force in this game?

There is only one answer.

Within the small grotto, the changes between dawn and dusk are extremely abrupt.

Not long after Zhu Wuyao noticed the change in the sky, night fell, and the stars twinkled in the sky, like the scales of a giant python, making people feel cold at the sight.

She stared at the eerie crimson light in the night sky. In the west, a huge full moon was slowly rising, like the gaping pupil of a wild beast.

At night, mountains and rivers transform into one another.

The black rocks began to melt and surge, and wherever the giant eye's gaze fell, the black mountains opened their menacing embrace.

It will devour everything, and then give everything away.

Until all the white stones are merged into black stones.

The shimmering starlight began to fall and crash down, and the red fireball landed on the torrent of black rocks, burning fiercely and instantly turning the secret realm into a raging scourge.

All living beings began to rush and flee. As Zhu Wuyao and the others rushed forward, Wu Ya was holding Liu Huai's sword and moving forward, dodging the falling flames.

This secret realm forces everyone to use spiritual power and then return it, until everything is assimilated.

The words of the spirit pen lingered in my mind—

"She doesn't like playing chess."

When a person stands on a mountaintop, gazing long over the chessboard, the thought of overthrowing everything arises.

She couldn't guarantee what choice the next person to receive the magic pen would make.

Therefore, she forcefully bestowed upon her successor the identity of the chess player.

Everyone will be assimilated.

They will all be melted down into a symbiotic organism.

Zhu Wuyao, who wields the spirit pen, will become the "Heavenly Way," capable of controlling all wills.

A black lotus floated down the black river to her side. Zhu Wuyao bent down and took it in her hand. Liu Huai's shout came from the air, seemingly unwilling that the "opportunity" he had just pursued had fallen into someone else's hands.

Little did they know that they themselves were the opportunity for others.

As Zhu Wuyao plucked the black lotus, her hand touched the black lava flow. The black roots grew in abundance, connecting her to this world, yet she tore them off.

Ning Zhiqi's voice was filled with anger:

"what have you done?!"

She firmly believed that it was this fake Elder Qian who tore apart the facade of peace and used that magical pen to create this natural disaster.

I did not do anything.

Zhu Wuyao didn't say those words aloud.

The voice of the magic pen rang in my ears:

"She said she didn't want to be a blank slate, buried with a clean record, her achievements inscribed on a tombstone, and praised by others."

She said that all the pawns should be swept away in the torrent, accompanied by mud and sand, and all those who want to pick her up, use her, or conspire with her should step into the mud and get their clothes stained.

Every time Lingbi talks about her, she becomes very talkative, a stark contrast to her taciturn nature in front of Zhu Wuyao.

It likes her very much.

Because if you stay by her side, you can eat your fill.

She especially loved the first meal she had when she was separated from the purple aura—the one she sacrificed to, Senior Sister Tian, ​​who was in the Nascent Soul stage.