In my cultivation journey, I completely crushed a group of chosen ones.

After obtaining the cultivation technique, Di Qingci began cultivating here, where the Yin and Yang energies were perfectly suited.

The Chaos Asura Scripture she cultivates also contains the power of chaos.

The power of Asura can also be transformed into the power of chaos, making cultivation much easier.

The surrounding Yin and Yang forces, mixed with the power of chaos, seemed to be summoned by some force, and came towards Emperor Qingci like a tornado.

Di Qingci was enveloped in the power of Yin and Yang, and all that could be seen were circles of black and white colors constantly rotating.

Time flows like a river, rushing by silently, like a fleeting shooting star, leaving a brilliant but brief trail across the sky.

Di Qingci came to his senses and checked his cultivation level; both of his dantian were already in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Di Qingci was very satisfied. She looked around and realized that she had exhausted her Yin-Yang power, so she had nothing to linger over.

The space distorted, and Di Qingci was already inside the stone coffin.

She quickly came out and placed the old man's body inside: "Master, I have received your inheritance, which means I am your disciple~"

This place is destroyed. I'll take you with me; perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again in the future.

Somewhere in the realm of gods, the Celestial Venerable found it amusing that his skin was unusually thick; however, bringing that body back did have some use.

Emperor Qingci put away the Heavenly Venerable's stone coffin before leaving the underground palace.

Di Qingci stood on the mountain peak and sealed the cave entrance. Although she had already put away the Heavenly Venerable's stone coffin, she still did not want anyone to go in.

Di Qingci flew down the mountain at breakneck speed, thinking that his destination was the temple and he had to hurry to see it.

There were sounds of fighting in the distance, but Di Qingci had no interest in them. His figure moved through the forest like the wind, as if walking on flat ground, like a forest sprite.

A sharp scream made Di Qingci stop in her tracks; she thought she heard Di Qingwan's voice.

His expression changed, and he immediately turned back. From the air, he saw a group of people attacking the three of them.

The two strangers were lying on the ground, severely injured and unable to get up.

The woman was trampled on the ground.

Di Qingci could tell from the aura that this person should be Di Qingwan.

The crowd below heard the whooshing sound and looked up.

A beam of light swept across the sky and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Some died before they could even defend themselves, while others were seriously injured and crashed to the ground in the distance.

Di Qingci was like a god of death, his aura cold and fierce, and everything his sword pointed at became nourishment for the Asura Sword.

The remaining few people hurriedly scrambled to their feet, while Di Qingci exuded murderous intent, and countless sword energies pierced through the air.

The men turned around, their eyes wide with horror. A flash of sword light appeared, their bodies convulsed, blood gushed from their mouths, and they died with their eyes wide open.

The female cultivator lying on the ground struggled to lift her head, saw that it was Di Qingci, and gave an ugly smile: "Qingci, it's you."

Di Qingci helped the man up: "How did you get into such a sorry state?"

Di Qingwan gasped in pain: "It was Chen Yuting's lackey. He knew I was a member of the Di family and wanted to kill me to curry favor. I thought that if I died like this, I would never be able to avenge my parents."

Di Qingci took out a Restoration Pill: "You should heal your injuries first. Are those two your fellow disciples?"

Di Qingwan shook her head: "They are collateral disciples, and in the Yan Yang Sect, they are a branch of the Yan Yang Divine Sect."

The two also got up: "Di Jinlan (Di Jinwei), a member of a collateral branch, greets Miss Qingci."

Di Qingci also gave the two recovery pills: "Let's heal our injuries first."

Di Qingci stood guard by their side. Half an hour later, the group slowly woke up.

Di Qingwan used a cleansing spell to tidy her appearance: "Qingci, what are you doing here?"

"I just happened to be passing by. I heard fighting earlier, but I thought it was someone else, so I didn't pay attention."

I went quite far, and I think I heard your voice, so I came back.

Di Qingwan felt a surge of relief: "It's a good thing I met you here, otherwise, how would I avenge my parents?"

Di Qingci didn't want to waste time: "I plan to go to the center to see if the temple is open yet. What about you?"

Di Qingwan nodded naturally: "I also plan to go and take a look. I came here specifically to enter the temple ruins."

The group then hurried toward the center, encountering many people along the way, some fighting and others traveling.

Another battle broke out ahead. A woman, looking very pitiful, saw the group and cried out, "Fellow Daoists, help me!"

Di Qingwan looked at Di Qingci.

Di Qingci didn't even glance at him before rushing over.

Di Qingwan didn't dare to meddle and followed after them.

As the woman watched the figures walk away, she frowned: "What happened? This trick of ours has always worked. We've already hunted down several groups of people."

Why did these people leave so suddenly? Could they have discovered something?

A burly man sheathed his long sword: "They seem to be in a hurry. Could there be some treasure ahead?"

The woman thought for a moment and said, "Then let's split up. If we see the sucker making a move, we'll go check it out first."

Di Qingwan thought of the woman's pitiful state: "Qingci, that woman looked so pitiful just now. If we just pass by like this, will she be alright?"

Di Qingci glanced at her without any emotion in his eyes: "I'm not a kind person. If you like doing good deeds, go do it yourself."

Di Qingwan gave an awkward smile: "I was just asking casually."

Di Qingci sped away, his voice carried on the wind.

"Although she looked miserable and was covered in injuries, her cries for help were very powerful."

A seriously injured person's voice should tremble, but hers didn't; it just sounded weak, which indicated something was wrong.

Di Qingwan realized that she still lacked experience. Remembering the books her third aunt had given her, she decided to study them carefully when she got back, so as not to suffer the same loss next time she went out.

They hurried day and night, and after more than ten days, they finally arrived at the center.

People come and go here; clearly, everyone here is experienced.

Many of the Buddhist practitioners appear to be from the Vulture Continent.

They were wearing different monk robes, but they weren't bald; they all had long, flowing hair, and their robes were quite stylish.

Fan Chen wore a moon-white robe, with delicate lotus patterns embroidered in gold thread along the edges, each lotus flower lifelike.

Mysterious runes, outlined with silver threads, appear and disappear among the lotus flowers, further enhancing the ethereal and sacred aura of the celestial being.

Upon seeing Di Qingci, Chu Yanfeng immediately stepped forward: "Goddess, you've come too! I regret not coming with you."

They all missed it, and eventually entered with the cultivators from the Spirit Vulture Continent, who knew about the other entrance.

Di Qingci found a place to sit down: "You're quite lucky."

Chu Yanfeng thought so too, and sat down next to Di Qingci.

Di Qingci felt that Chu Yanfeng was not like someone who had been reborn. Could it be that he had transmigrated into a book?

But he doesn't seem like it; he doesn't look very bright.

Suddenly, a mysterious light streaked across the sky like a shooting star, instantly illuminating the entire world.