I conquered the cultivation world with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The sword paused slightly. Bai Zhizhou stood below. Li Ling looked up and saw a drop of wet salt water on his hand.

She numbly killed the monsters. At this moment, Li Ling wanted to cry, but under the weight of her grief, she seemed unable to even shed a tear.

Until Bai Zhizhou's sword fell upon her, she watched as his thoughts slowed down, and both of them remained silent.

Amidst the heavy stench of blood, the message of Jiang He's death lay on the personal terminal.

She gripped the hammer tightly. She had survived what happened before, so how could she die now?

She doesn't understand.

Zhong Liyu didn't understand either. Having died once, he naturally knew what that feeling was like; no one likes death.

He didn't know exactly what had happened, but he knew that Jiang He wouldn't easily put herself at risk of death.

It can only be suppression by those at the Mahayana stage or above, whether they are demons or humans...

Zhong Liyu thought to herself.

Actually, when a person dies, the reason doesn't seem to matter that much.

He didn't care about a corpse; he cared about a person.

Over the years, Zhong Liyu has survived, though her life has been equally difficult. He watched her climb to the top step by step, enjoying immense glory, but Zhong Liyu also knew the hardships she endured with each step amidst the suppression.

Even though they've come this far, sometimes Zhong Liyu really wants to say one more word to Jiang He.

However, even this one sentence is a pipe dream.

The news of his death was far more unbearable than that year.

Pei Ci clutched his abdomen; the light spirit root inside had become somewhat thicker.

Bloodstains stained his silver hair. As the light on his fingertips vanished completely, he turned and charged at the demon without hesitation.

Nobody wanted to die.

after all……

They still have to live on, carrying her share of the burden.

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The New Interstellar Age of the Empire of All Spirits, Year 6300: A Glimpse of Beauty

The 353,754 SSS-level monsters in the Black Nest were wiped out, and the shadow of the Empire was lifted.

The Great Catastrophe has ended once again.

Looking at the list of the dead at the very front of the first column, the people of the empire felt as if a heavy weight was hanging in their throats, making it difficult to utter a sound.

Jiang He died in 6200.

Now, a hundred years later, the entire empire is draped in white mourning cloth. They send off the deceased cultivators on their final journey and also hang white cloth around the neck of the female cultivator who left her mark on the empire.

Long Aotian did not emerge from his grief; he spent his days polishing his sword and locked himself in his room for several years.

When Bai Zhizhou pulled the person out, he remained silent. He looked at Long Aotian, his throat moved slightly, and he tried to speak several times, but he didn't say anything.

A moment later, a faint bloodstain appeared on his lower lip.

"What if? What if she's still alive?"

Bai Zhizhou looked at Long Aotian. So many years had passed, and they had not received any news from Jiang He. She no longer appeared suddenly like she had that time.

Long Aotian stepped out of the room, the air filled with the clear, refreshing scent of the rain. He took a deep breath.

What if he's still alive...

-

"Host function detected as failing, system is about to hibernate..."

The last trace of sound vanished; 006's voice was abruptly choked off in the turbulent currents.

The smell was unpleasant, and Jiang He couldn't open her eyes.

Just now, she had watched Wan Qixia die in front of her, and it felt as if she had been torn apart.

She didn't know if she would survive.

Jiang He did not regret the decision she made.

Since we're all going to die anyway, it's good to take someone down with us.

As she thought about it, her already faint breathing became even weaker.

In the turbulent flow of time and space, one cannot use space itself, yet countless timelines and spaces intersect. One careless move can lead to death within it, like Wan Qixia, who died completely, leaving not even a soul behind.

Jiang He tried her best to remain rational. She looked at the space behind her and, as her thoughts were on the verge of collapse, she carefully preserved the memories in her mind, bit by bit.

She didn't want to die, and she couldn't die.

Someone is still waiting in the upper realm.

Jiang He squeezed for a tiny bit of oxygen, her chest cavity squeezed to its limit. She thought despicably that it would have been better if she had died back then.

Death has brushed past us time and time again.

The psychedelic spider, the black nest, and now.

Jiang He couldn't bring herself to get angry. Sometimes she wondered why she had to live such a hard life.

Why don't they even have a chance to survive?

They denied her existence, denied her chance to live.

She survived endless suffering, yet she could not live on.

Jiang He's lips were chapped. She opened her eyes and suddenly saw a blinding light.

In that instant, she saw the Heavenly Dao that governs this world.

However, as the light faded into the distance, Jiang He saw a person standing far away.

She was wearing a Zhongshan suit and had a warm smile.

Jiang He didn't stop; her consciousness remained forward, until the very end...

It's also the end...

……

Jiang He didn't know how long she had been unconscious, nor when she woke up. When she woke up again, everything was pitch black in front of her. Instinctively, Jiang He dodged the monster.

Amidst her dizzy mind and the resurgence of crisis, Jiang He momentarily lost her sense of whether she was dead or alive.

When her vision cleared, she looked up at the ubiquitous SSS-level monsters above her, and was astonished.

This is not the Empire of All Spirits.

Jiang He's body had not yet recovered, and she did not know how long she had been traveling through the turbulent flow of time and space.

A few years, a few hundred years, or a few thousand years.

But what is certain is that her cultivation level has already advanced from the Mahayana stage to the Tribulation stage.

The aftereffects left by the turbulence still exist.

Jiang He quickly fled the scene.

The world is vast. Jiang He used spatial manipulation to shorten the distance geographically, and after traveling for several decades, he finally found a city-state.

Within the city-state, there were humans, orcs, and elves.

When Jiang He entered the city-state, no one stopped because of her arrival.

The mustard seed sac on her body had long since vanished over time.

Jiang He thought about her own space; the system was still dormant.

She tried to communicate with the person in front of her in the language of the Empire of All Spirits, but the person clearly couldn't understand her.

Jiang He thought for a moment, then continued in Chinese:

"Is this the Floating Empire?"

The pedestrian glanced at Jiang He lazily:

"That was ten thousand years ago, when the Floating Empire split apart, and this place is now within the borders of Anxia Kingdom."

Although it differed from the information she had received, her face still revealed joy; this region was indeed the Upper Realm!

The old lady had previously said that she was in the upper realm.

Jiang He tried to ask Yu Cui's name, but the cultivator in front of her suddenly became wary, and her gaze towards Jiang He was not friendly:

"Lord Yu ascended to heaven a thousand years ago. You don't even know anything about her. Who are you? Where did you come from?"

Upon hearing the two questions, Jiang He sensed something was wrong, and soon several cultivators surrounded her.

Judging from her attire, she is easily distinguishable from others.

They were probably officials or similar figures.

However, judging from the other party's cultivation level, it was around the Void Refinement stage.

She can handle it.

She didn't intend to cause trouble. Once she revealed her lower cultivation level after disguising herself, no one stepped forward.

Jiang He finally met the city lord of this city-state and learned some of the history of the upper realm from him.

People from the Wanling Empire rarely appear in this area, but because it is recorded in history, the city lord was not too surprised by Jiang He's arrival.

The spiritual energy of the upper realm is abundant.

While inquiring about the old lady's deeds, Jiang He cultivated herself. When she touched the last barrier, more than three thousand years had passed.

Several thousand years after Jiang He arrived in the Upper Realm, the spiritual energy of the Myriad Spirits Empire revived, and there were quite a few cultivators who had reached the Tribulation Transcending stage.

Because of Jiang He, the four of them rarely got together.

It was an ordinary day.

For some reason, on this day, cultivators who had reached the Tribulation Transcending stage all sensed a wisp of aura, ethereal and untouchable.

Jiang He's ascension left its mark on the Wanling Empire.

The mountains are shimmering with color, and the sky is vast and boundless.

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