Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Above the clouds, thunder rumbled. Two dazzling beams of light touched and then separated. The surrounding dark clouds were broken in two by the fluctuations of spiritual energy, and the lower part fell rapidly, turning into a fierce thunderstorm.

The middle-aged man in black was sent flying dozens of meters away by the shockwave. The immortal sword that had been clashing with him flew back behind the white-haired woman, sheathed, its brilliance subdued.

"Xue Lan, don't push your luck!" the middle-aged man said angrily.

The woman in white appeared quite polite, bowing deeply to the middle-aged man opposite her: "The demon lords of the upper realm are forbidden to descend to the lower realm. As the guardian of the rift for the past thousand years, I implore Lord Lei to return."

“Your juniors have broken the rules and forcibly seized the Golden Crow’s essence. And now you’re still putting on a show here. Today, my Thundercloud City will descend to the mortal realm.”

Behind Leiyun City appeared a world-destroying thunderbolt, illuminating most of the sky.

The white-haired woman's eyes shifted, revealing a thoughtful expression that others couldn't decipher. But it vanished in an instant.

"The affairs of the younger generation should be resolved among themselves. You and I are both elders of the clan, so it's best to act with more prudence."

After she finished speaking, she waved her sleeve, and a huge floating mansion appeared out of thin air between the two of them.

At first glance, the mansion seemed like a physical entity suspended in mid-air, but upon closer inspection, it was a painting. It depicted mountains and water in four colors: dark green, turquoise, bud yellow, and ochre, with a clear, shallow stream flowing through it.

Along the stream, there is a vast expanse of crabapple trees, their petals layered upon layered, densely covering dozens of miles. Like clouds hanging from the sky, they are breathtakingly beautiful.

Deep within the crabapple grove lies a serene and elegant mansion, its white walls and gray tiles nestled behind a sea of ​​pink blossoms. A plaque hangs above the semi-circular archway, inscribed with:

Light ink mountain.

"Lord Lei, why don't you come to my Danmo Mountain for a cup of tea? If we were to fight here, it would be a fight to the death. Neither of our clans would have an easy time afterward."

Lei Yuncheng was furious, but he was truly held by the words of the person opposite him.

There are many conflicts among the demon races in the upper realm. A thousand years ago, there were constant wars and battles. The death of a clan leader had a devastating impact on the clan.

However, the person opposite them was not afraid. Besides the eldest lord, the wolf clan also had a lord who was also a fifteenth-realm demon lord, with a deep foundation. They could afford to fight against the thunder and lightning roc clan.

Lei Yuncheng finally compromised, giving Chu Yutian a wink. The young man then transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the rift.

This time, the white-haired woman did not stop her. Instead, she looked at Lei Yuncheng with a faint smile on her face: "Lord Lei, please."

The two entered the hidden realm within the painting, named Danmo Mountain. After a moment, the painting closed automatically. The clouds above the surrounding sky re-coalesced and rose, and everything returned to normal.

Xue Lan, who was in the Xuanhuang Cave Heaven, was still engraving inscriptions on her Luo Shengzi in the weapon refining cave, unaware that a crisis she had caused had disappeared without a trace.

"I didn't ask you before, but what did you do with the Golden Crow Essence you obtained?" Xue Tong asked, looking at Xue Lan who was engrossed in the conversation.

"Repair the soul."

[How exactly should it be repaired?] Xue Tong asked curiously.

"Replacing a soul with another soul is the only way in the Yuanming Realm," Xue Lan replied to Xue Tong with a smile.

What method?

"You really don't know?" Xue Lan looked somewhat incredulous, putting down the seal-carving knife in her hand and looking at Xue Tong.

Should I know? I... wait, could it be...?

Xue Tong was about to retort when she suddenly remembered a passage from the original story, and then she stammered out a question.

Did you eat it?

Xue Lan nodded with satisfaction. In the Yuanming Realm, the only way to replenish a soul with another soul is through devouring.

After fulfilling its wish, the Golden Crow willingly allowed itself to be devoured by her, and Xue Lan, not wanting to refuse, used her own demon soul to devour the Golden Crow's essence.

Don't you ever feel like there's something in your soul that doesn't belong to you?

"Yes, it will." Xue Lan confirmed Xue Tong's guess, then changed the subject.

"But its essence is far too fragile for humans to even reach a tenth of its full potential."

The Golden Crow's essence had become extremely fragile after ten thousand years of wear and tear, but Xue Lan's demon soul was still at its peak because she had entered the River of Time.

The difference is immediately apparent in comparison.

Xue Tong had now figured out the girl's temperament, and immediately clasped his hands together above his head: "I know, I know, Wolf King is the most powerful, Wolf King is unparalleled."

Xue Lan nodded in satisfaction and turned to carve her own Luo Shengzi.

Xue Tong pretended to be reading a book, but was actually secretly watching Xue Lan's every move, thinking to herself that this demon lord from a thousand years ago in the Yuanming Realm was quite easy to talk to.

Xue Yuanming, the Demon Lord of the Realm with an excellent temper, was inscribing inscriptions while thinking about how to obtain more opportunities in the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop.

Ideally, the Wan Gong Fang should inherit its legacy, making the entire Wan Gong Fang available to both humans and demons.

If the legacy of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop falls into the hands of demons and unorthodox cultivators who have infiltrated it.

A cold glint flashed in the girl's eyes.

She wouldn't mind letting the entire Wan Gong Fang secret realm disappear.

Xue Lan believed this wasn't out of malice on her part; most humans and demons probably thought the same way. After all, the immortal artifacts and magical weapons in the Myriad Crafts Workshop had a huge impact on the current battle situation.

If it cannot be fully obtained, then it should be destroyed immediately.

Even if you forge your own weapons, if they fall into the hands of the enemy, they can still bring disaster upon you.

Xue Lan is a weapon refiner, and understands this principle better than ordinary cultivators.

Thinking of weapon crafting, Xue Lan remembered that there was a newborn little creature inside the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map. She took out the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map from her sleeve and shook it, and the Soul-Guiding Sword fell into her palm.

"Your Majesty!" A clear, childish voice rang out as the little soul-guided creature grabbed Xue Lan's wrist. The little girl couldn't see and, realizing she was in an unfamiliar place, clung to Xue Lan in fear, afraid to let go.

"Soul Guide, let's go out for a stroll with Sister Xiaotong today, and have some delicious food at the Xuanhuang Sect." Xue Lan hugged Soul Guide and pinched her soft little face. She thought to herself, how could there be such an adorable sword spirit in the world?

This adorable sword spirit was born from the immortal sword she forged.

She's so proud she could fly.

Xue Tong rolled her eyes as she listened.

They wanted to get her away by using the child as an excuse; that's despicable.

While inwardly cursing Xue Lan, Xue Tong obediently led the Soul Guide to visit other people's homes.

As Xue Lan watched the two little figures gradually walk away, she thought to herself that she really had a knack for attracting children all her life.

First the system, then Lian Chuan and the Soul Guide.

The extremely narcissistic weapon-forging genius completely ignored the fact that among the three children, only the still-naive Yinhun genuinely liked her.

After closing the door to the weapon-refining cave, Xue Lan found a small box covered with runes inside a large sandalwood chest in the corner.

This was the initial product of Xue Lan's research on explosives back then, making him one of the pioneers who blew up Jiyuan Peak.

Xue Lan gently lifted the talisman on top and took out a black object from it.

With a wave of his sleeve, a chill filled the air, and the fires in the surrounding smelting furnaces all went out.

This elder cannot be touched by even a spark or exposed to any temperature; it can only be preserved in extremely cold places.

Otherwise, I'll blow it up for you.

Xue Lan carefully used the soft gold fabric damaged during the previous battle with the bandit demons to wrap the black object into a small golden ball. When she got to the last piece, she suddenly heard a strange noise from underground.

"Oh no, you unfilial son!"

In the blink of an eye, two crimson spiders, each half a person tall, flew out from a burrow in the corner of the cave and knocked Xue Lan to the ground. The last piece of unprocessed black gunpowder in the box fell to the ground.

A deafening boom echoed throughout the entire Xuanhuang Sect. Xue Tong, who was enjoying pastries with Yin Hun on Yun Hui Peak, looked up at the magnificent black clouds. She then turned her head blankly to look at Xu Qinghe beside her.

"Sister Qinghe, is she dead?"

Xu Qinghe patted the two little ones on the head: "No, it's nothing."