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

Amidst this magnificent glow, countless mythical beasts soared and circled.

There is a phoenix with colorful feathers, gracefully spreading its huge wings.

There is a majestic and powerful Qilin, standing on auspicious clouds, its scales shimmering with a mysterious light.

There was also a lithe white tiger, running and leaping in the rosy light.

The spiritual rain poured down like a torrential downpour, each drop shimmering with a mysterious light.

The spiritual rain fell on Di Qingci, and her tribulation injuries began to heal at a visible speed.

The skin scorched by the lightning tribulation regained its radiance, and the damaged meridians were rapidly repaired under the nourishment of the spiritual rain.

Seeing the rain of spiritual energy, the people around rushed up the mountain and sat cross-legged.

A torrential downpour was pouring down, and the entire mountain peak was filled with people.

The rain stopped after 15 minutes.

The surrounding disciples broke through to new levels one after another, each one overjoyed.

Even the elders benefited this time, their faces beaming with joy.

The land, which had been ravaged by lightning, was revived, with vegetation growing rapidly and flowers blooming in profusion.

Each drop of spiritual rain exudes a rich spiritual energy, nourishing the earth and reviving all things.

This powerful force can be felt throughout the entire Lingxiao Continent.

Countless cultivators looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky, their hearts filled with amazement.

It seems to be from the direction of the Aoshi Sword Sect. I wonder who is undergoing tribulation and has caused such a commotion.

The sect leader laughed heartily from the clouds: "Well done, Qingci! You've already formed your core. It seems this isn't an ordinary Nine-Turn Golden Core."

The elders were overjoyed, and they were all very happy.

"The goddess must have cultivated some kind of technique. I saw her golden core before; it was shaped like a fish, which was quite extraordinary."

"Of course, our Goddess of the Peerless Sword Sect is incomparable to anyone else."

"Congratulations, Goddess, on forming the Supreme Golden Core! This is a great joy for our Peerless Sword Sect."

Xuan Qing nodded with a smile: "Qing Ci is very good. She should have formed the Chaos Nine Revolutions Yin Yang Pill. This pill is extraordinary and is a blessing for our Sword Sect."

The sect leader's smile widened: "Excellent, excellent, excellent! As expected of our Sword Sect's goddess, she has stood out among millions of people and formed a supreme golden core that only existed in ancient times."

Di Qingci's robes were of the highest quality; although they were torn by the lightning tribulation, they did not expose her.

Di Qingci used several cleansing spells and then put on an outer robe: "You flatter me, everyone. Please keep a low profile."

The sect leader laughed loudly: "With such a big commotion, how can we keep a low profile?"

The surrounding disciples roared, "Goddess, you are mighty!"

The sound was loud and clear, penetrating the entire mountainside.

The main reason is that many people broke through this time, and they were so excited that they felt much better after shouting it out.

Di Qingci didn't want to be made a fool of: "Sect Master, Elders, thank you for protecting me. I'll go back and meditate first."

Everyone took turns speaking.

"Goddess, please go back quickly."

After Di Qingci left, everyone gradually dispersed.

When Di Qingci returned to Xuanqing Palace, Di Jinghua had already seen the inherited cultivation technique he had obtained.

The Supreme Forgetfulness Manual is planning to stay away for a while to study the technique, as he's been too tired from fighting all the time.

When they were in Xuanqing Palace, Di Qingci merged Di Jinghua with her, and she didn't want her to develop any disloyal intentions.

Di Qingci rested at Xuanqing Palace for two days and had not yet visited the sect's inheritance hall, but planned to go and take a look.

From afar, the outline of the Heritage Hall appears and disappears in the clouds and mist, like a sacred temple from mythology.

An elder was guarding the place. Upon seeing that it was Di Qingci, he respectfully stepped forward and asked, "Goddess, are you going to enter the Inheritance Hall?"

Di Qingci nodded: "Greetings, Elder. I'd like to go in and take a look."

As Di Qingci approached the Hall of Inheritance, he was greeted by two enormous bronze doors.

The elder pushed open the bronze door, and an ancient and solemn aura rushed out.

Di Qingci walked in. The interior of the hall was spacious and bright, with countless luminous pearls embedded in the walls.

In the very center of the main hall, there was a huge stone sword.

This stone sword is the inherited sword of the Peerless Sword Sect, symbolizing the sect's glory and prestige.

All around stood statues of the Sword Sect's seniors.

These statues are so lifelike, they seem ready to come to life at any moment.

Di Qingci looked at the statue at the very top; he looked very young and handsome.

There seems to be a sense of freedom and unrestrainedness about him.

Di Qingci stepped forward and touched the statue; it felt icy cold to the touch.

A sudden voice rang out: "Little girl?"

Di Qingci looked up and saw a phantom floating in the air, its expression unclear.

As it gradually materialized, the figure's appearance emerged. He stood tall and straight, his white robe fluttering in the wind, exuding a carefree and elegant air.

Seeing Di Qingci looking at him, he burst into laughter: "Haha, little girl, are you attracted by my unparalleled handsome looks?"

Di Qingci chuckled, finding him rather vain: "Senior is the patriarch of the Peerless Sword Sect?"

The man said smugly, "You have good eyesight. You recognized me at a glance. It seems that being handsome can be a problem."

Di Qingci didn't know what to say. Ancestor, you're too narcissistic.

All I could say was, "Whatever makes you happy. I've seen enough, Ancestor. You can play by yourself."

Chu Yutian immediately called out to the person: "You woke me up, and you're just going to leave like this? Don't you want the inheritance?"

Di Qingci stopped in his tracks: "The Ancestor wants to pass on his legacy to me?"

Chu Yutian beamed: "I have two disciples in the God Realm. Once you ascend, you will be my third disciple."

With such a powerful backer as me, no one else can even dream of having me.

Immediately afterward, a beam of light flashed, and a copy of "The Peerless Sword Manual" appeared in Di Qingci's sea of ​​consciousness.

Di Qingci knew it was a valuable treasure: "This disciple thanks the Ancestor."