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

The dragon opened its massive mouth and spewed out a powerful chaotic sword intent.

The sword intent, like a giant pillar of light, instantly enveloped the man in red.

The man in red looked panicked, his hands were still rapidly forming hand seals, and the incantations he was chanting kept changing.

The man in red was instantly pulverized into countless fragments.

His soul flashed out in a flash, and he cursed in terror, "You vile wench, you will die a horrible death! You actually ruined my body!!"

Di Qingci laughed loudly: "What's the point of keeping your body, which is a pile of shit? I helped you clean it up and you didn't thank me, but instead cursed me. Demons are so rude."

The man in red was furious. His clan could not use other people's bodies; they could only temporarily reside in them, like rootless duckweed.

He was trapped here, his cultivation was constantly weakened until he reached the Golden Core stage, and finally his lifespan was about to end.

Otherwise, he would go to great lengths to create formations to sacrifice others, which is a drawback of their race.

Pei Jinshu's eyes flashed, and in an instant, he threw out the Purifying Pearl.

The red-clad man's soul seemed to have been poured into a pot of oil, with layers of black vapor falling away.

The man screamed, but he was powerless to do anything and was instantly purified by the Cleansing Pearl.

None of the people on the island survived, but the group didn't care.

Pei Jinshu put away the Cleansing Pearl and looked around at the mess.

The group quickly left the cave, arrived at the main hall, and looted everything inside.

In the blink of an eye, the main hall was in ruins, a scene of utter devastation.

An Zhiwei cautiously stepped forward and whispered, "Um, boss, I'll be going now."

Di Qingci glanced back at her, puzzled as to why she, who seemed so timid, was so fierce when it came to fighting.

"Alright, go do what you're supposed to do, why are you talking to me?"

Feng Ruxue nodded in acknowledgment and then turned and left.

When Pei Jinshu saw Di Qingci, he remembered that nothing good ever came of meeting her, and that he was always a step too late. So he quickly slipped away.

Di Qingci saw Pei Jinshu's expression, as if someone owed her money, and she really couldn't understand it.

The group remained completely unaware.

The islands outside were in an uproar, especially after people learned that other mainlanders had gone in to repair the structures, and people from several islands were dying one after another in the blink of an eye.

These are geniuses from several islands, many of whom are descendants of high-level cultivators.

People from several islands gathered at the exit of the Starry Sea, having already laid a trap and were waiting.

Di Qingci arrived at a vast and endless ocean, the seawater as clear as a giant sapphire.

Looking into the distance, the sea and sky merge into one, stretching endlessly to the horizon and meeting the heavens.

Di Qingci cultivated the sword intent of water, and was as comfortable as a fish in water.

Emperor Qingci dived into the sea, where fish and other creatures swam by from time to time.

Di Qingci's figure flashed rapidly in the sea.

Deep in the ocean, there is an ancient and mysterious underwater canyon.

At the bottom of the canyon, the water flows swiftly, forming countless whirlpools and undercurrents.

Within these whirlpools and undercurrents, a faint blue light flickers—that is the trace of the Water Sword Intent.

Di Qingci's eyes flickered, and he quickly entered the vortex.

A valley suddenly appeared in the sea, and the sword intent of water permeated the entire valley, making everything here full of vitality and life.

Di Qingci quickly found a spot, planted the array flags, and set up several defensive formations before sitting down, closing his eyes, and trying to feel the mysterious sea.

She could feel the power of the water, sometimes as gentle as a mother's caress, sometimes as turbulent as an angry roar.

The gentle touch gradually calmed her heart, while the surging power made her feel the tenacity and indomitable spirit of life.

"The most gentle thing is like air, which nourishes all living beings without taking them away. It dwells in places where all other forces are insignificant, thus it is close to being an immortal."

Di Qingci gradually realized the truth.

The essence of water in swordsmanship is not merely the sharpness of the sword, but also a power of inclusiveness, flexibility, and adaptability.

She felt the flow of the seawater; the seemingly gentle current possessed boundless power.

It can gently caress the rocks, or it can instantly breach a sturdy dam.

This is the way of water: not forcing, not being stubborn, but following the laws of nature.

Di Qingci's mind was as calm as still water as he comprehended the true meaning of the sword intent of water.

Water is both the softest and the strongest. It can flow gently, nourishing all things; or it can surge and destroy all obstacles.

She imagined herself as water, able to adapt to any environment and embrace everything.

When she is gentle, she can use her kindness and love to care for others.

When faced with difficulties and challenges, she can be like a surging wave, bravely charging forward without backing down.

A blue light emanated from Di Qingci's body, resonating with the sword intent of water.

She seemed to merge with the ocean, able to feel the flow of every drop of water and the power of every whirlpool.

In that instant, she grasped the agility and resilience of the Water Sword Intent.

The fluidity of water taught her to be flexible and adaptable in battle, using softness to overcome hardness.

Water's resilience allows her to never give up and forge ahead in the face of adversity.

After an unknown amount of time, Di Qingci awoke, and a blue light flashed by.

The surrounding seawater began to swirl around her, forming a huge whirlpool.

And the sword in her hand began to shimmer with a blue light.

The swordplay was as fluid and natural as water.

Each swing carries an indescribable power.

She seemed to have become the embodiment of water; wherever her sword went, it was a manifestation of the sword intent of water.

At this moment, Di Qingci comprehended the true meaning of the Water Sword Intent.

It is not merely a fighting force, but also an understanding of the Tao, a state of mind that follows nature and embraces all things.

Emperor Qingci was very satisfied with the completion of the Water Sword Intent.

If I do the math, more than half a month has passed.

He sighed, “The years of cultivation and slumber pass swiftly; upon waking, only a few days have flown by. I realize how fleeting the path to immortality is; the world has changed in the blink of an eye.”

Di Qingci put away the formation, which gave him time to explore the underwater world. A mysterious cave appeared ahead of him.

The cave was filled with mist, obscuring the path ahead.

Di Qingci cultivated the sword intent of water, and could walk on water as if it were flat ground.

As soon as Di Qingci entered, he was attacked by a group of demonic beasts.

Di Qingci brandished his longsword, and the sword intent of water transformed into layers of giant waves.

These giant waves, like endless mountain peaks, surged towards the monster one after another.

Each giant wave contains immense power, capable of easily engulfing the monsters.

In an instant, the seabed turned blood red.

Di Qingci quickly entered the cave, where there was a precious pearl emitting a soft blue light.

Di Qingci waved his hand, and with a grab of his five fingers, a bead appeared in his hand. Oh ho, it was actually a Water Spirit Bead.

After wandering around for a while and finding nothing, Di Qingci turned and left the valley.