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

The secret realm has returned to peace.

The particles floating in the air were still and sinking, the wind was muffled, and the full moon hanging in the sky was silent.

The Pinghe Cauldron, suspended between heaven and earth, barely protected Zhu Wuyao's body, while her mind was scattered and dissipated.

As Lu Tiaotiao disintegrated, the Heavenly Dao power that carried the sword intent returned to its pure state, and the Spirit Brush was capturing and devouring this pure nourishment.

Although that sword strike did not destroy the secret realm, it severed the connection between the grotto and the real world.

Now, this secret realm has vanished to who knows where.

It's unclear where the entrance will be or where it will ultimately lead.

It took the Spirit Brush a lot of effort to convert Lu Tiaotiao's power into its own. It flew around the Pinghe Cauldron and roamed around various parts of the secret realm.

It's like they're busy doing nothing.

This is how to do……

The current situation is far more challenging than it should be at its age.

The pen could find Zhu Wuyao—

She's everywhere.

To put it simply, Zhu Wuyao's consciousness has been shaken and mixed with the consciousness of the entire secret realm and everyone else, just like milk and eggs can be thoroughly stirred to make pastries, but it is extremely difficult to restore the pastries to eggs and milk.

It is almost indistinguishable from the state of "death".

This time, she truly became the secret realm itself...

"Wishing you no invitation!"

"Do you even know who you are?!"

"Wake up! I don't want to stay here with you, dying together with the world!"

The spirit pen's message traveled throughout the entire secret realm, but received no response; not even a blade of grass or a flower came to greet it.

The lingering echoes are carried on the mournful wind.

To embrace the bright moon and live forever.

It seems that Zhu Wuyao has truly fallen into eternal sleep.

The Spirit Brush was originally a spiritual entity formed from the torn-off power of the Heavenly Dao. Its lifespan is limitless, and it will age with the heavens and earth. As a spiritual entity, it has little need for entertainment, but it would be truly boring for it to perish here.

It flew into the Pinghe Cauldron.

It hangs in front of Zhu Wuyao, who is sleeping with his eyes closed.

The body's blood had stopped flowing, and it was no longer breathing. If it hadn't been protected by the Pinghe Cauldron at the last moment, it would have been pulverized by the tearing force of the secret realm.

Now, the tip of the spirit pen is in a solid jade state. It poked Zhu Wuyao, but received no response.

"Are you there?"

In the past, it was always Zhu Wuyao who asked if it was there; now, the tables have turned, and it is the Spirit Brush that is asking Zhu Wuyao if it is there.

It even had some self-doubt.

Could it be... a cursed object, from which all who wield it will meet a terrible end?

The spirit pen could see clearly that Zhu Wuyao had lost all cause and effect, and this state was too fatal at this moment. The loss of coordinates would cause Zhu Wuyao to lose himself and be unable to establish individual consciousness again.

It's even uncertain whether she knows she's Zhu Wuyao.

This results in the fact that the causal thread originating from the outside cannot find Zhu Wuyao at all, and cannot connect to her.

If she cannot connect with cause and effect, she will be lost and unable to confirm her own existence.

She is in a state of "non-existence," so the causal chain cannot connect to her.

...If the causal link is not connected, she cannot be certain of her own existence.

Therefore, this situation is too troublesome, and even the Spirit Brush, which has just replenished its power, does not know what to do.

It tried to draw a cause-and-effect line, wanting to create something from nothing, and first gave Zhu Wuyao a rope to climb to save himself.

The pen tip sparked with inspiration, and the causal line it drew had just taken shape when it collapsed again because it could not find anything to connect with.

"what!"

"Ahhhh!"

The Spirit Brush was helpless. Given the situation, it guessed what Zhu Wuyao was going to do, knowing that Zhu Wuyao wanted to find a way out of a dead end and die once in the process to get rid of the control of the Star-Picking Tower.

But the causal ties of the past have been severed.

The cause and effect of the new life could not be established, and it became an unsolvable vicious cycle, making it impossible to come back to life.

This situation left Lingbi somewhat dumbfounded.

Left with no other choice, it flew out again, flicked its brush tip, and drew a simulated spiritual energy, causing the Pinghe Cauldron to shrink and sink into the ground.

It's very lively underground.

Zhu Wuyao was protected by the Pinghe Cauldron, as were the bodies of Elder Qian, Ning Zhiqi, and others.

The skeletons that should have been sleeping underground are now sitting on their graves, scythes on their shoulders, bored out of their minds because they have lost their enemies.

The magic pen flew to the skeleton's side.

"The successor you summoned has stirred up trouble in the four sects, and things must be quite lively outside now."

"Lu Tiaotiao's sword intent dissipates as the dead are separated, but the living sword cultivators are given their future back. Whether they can reach the summit in the end depends on their individual abilities."

"Alas, I wonder if the overall strength of the Qingyun Sect cultivators will be improved."

To the Cold Jade Corpse Puppet, the existence of the Spirit Brush was like that of a tree or a stone.

The command to "kill" would neither allow it to swing its scythe at the spirit pen nor pay any attention to it.

The brush floats to and fro.

It took it a long time to find amusement for itself.

This secret realm can be manipulated at will; with a flick of the pen, majestic mountains rise from the ground, brown rocks and vegetation, dust flying everywhere, and clear springs hanging in the mountains, with babbling streams.

The giant tree, seemingly reaching for the sky, stands in the very center of the secret realm, surrounded by swirling water vapor and ethereal spiritual energy.

It depicted many magical herbs.

These spiritual herbs, if they leave this place, will vanish in an instant, like a fleeting dream.

The magic brush has seen many things, and it can draw many things, such as—

At the bottom of the hot spring pool, there are many round metal objects.

There was also a stone turtle lying in the middle.

This is something it sensed amidst the chaotic thoughts of this world, said to be called the "Wishing Well," but whose memory it is is unknown.

It created a "secret realm".

Finally, the spirit brush drew a cave to connect with the outside world and attract lucky cultivators to enter.

After doing all this, it circled the skeleton, then entered the Pinghe Cauldron, hovering before the seemingly dead Zhu Wuyao, and said:

"If I encounter a cultivator I like, I'll go out with him."

"Although you can't connect with karma, I know I owe you a big meal. When the time comes, I'll find a cultivator I like and see if I can find a way to bring you back."

Life is tough, so I make a living by selling my art.

Six months after Zhu Wuyao disappeared, someone in the cultivation world accidentally stumbled upon Peach Blossom Spring.

"Listen to me! The place is overflowing with magical herbs!! And beneath the giant tree in the very center of the secret realm, there's a 'Wishing Well'!!!"

"A wishing well? Really?" The cultivator opposite him clearly didn't believe it, looking at the person speaking so confidently with suspicion, and asked:

"Can any wish be granted?"

Hearing the doubts of his fellow tablemate, the cultivator sighed in regret:

"That wishing well definitely holds great opportunities, but unfortunately, I encountered a Nascent Soul stage puppet as soon as I entered the secret realm. Just imagine how powerful this secret realm must be to be able to turn a Nascent Soul into a puppet!"

"Whoa! You survived being hunted down by a Nascent Soul cultivator? Tsk, you're getting more and more absurd!"

"No, listen to me! I almost died there, but at the crucial moment, I was thrown out by a gust of wind. There might be a master in there! Even if I don't get the opportunity, it would be a blessing to become a master's apprentice. Unfortunately, the master doesn't think much of me!"

"..."