Luo Bufan couldn’t speak. He stared blankly at Xie Gutang, and only now did he realize that Xie Gutang had already reached the Divine Transformation stage.

The Wenxin Sword was no ordinary cultivation method. A Wenxin Sword at the Divine Transformation stage possessed power sufficient to battle those at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Only at the Divine Transformation stage did the Wenxin Sword gain the qualification to become a Guardian of the Realm of Life and Death.

“Senior Brother,” Luo Xingzhou heard Xie Gutang’s words and called out urgently, “even if you fill yourself into the barrier and never enter the cycle of reincarnation for all eternity, you still can’t seal the Realm of Life and Death!”

“I can.”

“You…”

“He can.” Shangsui’s voice came from above.

Everyone looked up together to see Shangsui and Taiheng descending gracefully from above. Luo Bufan immediately led his people to kneel: “Immortal Lords, Jian Xingzhi…”

Shangsui didn’t speak. She raised her hand to stop Luo Bufan from continuing, only saying: “The Evil God is still here.”

Everyone froze, then Luo Bufan shouted: “Form the array!”

The disciples quickly took their positions, on high alert. Shangsui and Taiheng stood at a high vantage point, staring at the center of the formation. In the center of the formation, a wisp of blue energy slowly rose, and a white-robed young man holding a folding fan appeared in the middle of the array.

“Shangsui, Taiheng,” the other party looked them over, quite emotional, “long time no see. You’ve actually become this weak?”

“Even in our weakened state, burying you for ten years wouldn’t be a problem.”

Shangsui raised her hand, and thunder crashed down toward the person in the center. The people nearby immediately formed their array, hundreds of light swords rushing together toward the person in the formation.

The Evil God glanced coldly at the surroundings, smiling as he waved his fan: “Though this body is good, I’m not greedy. I’ll give it to you as a meeting gift!”

With those words, thunder and light arrays struck down together, and the body in the formation turned to ashes. A blue light fled far away. Luo Bufan was about to lead his disciples with their swords in pursuit when Shangsui called out to stop them: “Don’t chase.”

Luo Bufan stopped. Shangsui watched coldly in the direction the Evil God departed, reminding them: “Chasing would be sending yourselves to death.”

Though everyone’s faces showed some unwillingness, they didn’t dare say more. Shangsui turned her head to look at Xie Gutang kneeling on the ground.

Xie Gutang’s body was covered with a layer of law light invisible to ordinary people. She stared at Xie Gutang, seeing the star tracks above his head that had shifted from their original orbit, and confirmed: “You’ve advanced.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve glimpsed the Heavenly Dao?”

“Yes.”

“If the Realm of Life and Death cannot be defended and the Evil God hasn’t died, are you willing to never enter reincarnation, to pledge your life to supplement the barrier of the Realm of Life and Death?”

“I’m willing.”

“Do you know that if you take one more step forward,” Shangsui scrutinized him, “when the Wenxin Sword reaches great completion, you can ascend to the upper realm and enjoy eternal immortal years?”

“I know.”

“No regrets?”

“No regrets.”

“Good.”

Shangsui raised her hand, and a law seal fell on Xie Gutang’s forehead: “You return to the Realm of Life and Death to replace your master. Once something happens, you activate this law seal. It will use your divine soul as nourishment to fill the barrier of the Realm of Life and Death. As for Jian Xingzhi—”

Xie Gutang raised his head, looking toward Shangsui. Shangsui turned around: “I won’t pursue him anymore.”

“Thank you, Immortal Lord.”

Everyone respectfully saw Taiheng and Shangsui off. As soon as they left, Luo Xingzhou rushed forward. He looked at Xie Gutang, wanting to say something but unable to. Xie Gutang looked at him quietly for a long time, then reached out and patted Luo Xingzhou’s head.

Luo Xingzhou hadn’t expected Xie Gutang to make this gesture. He stared blankly at Xie Gutang, who reminded him: “When you and Feishuang fell into Liu Feixu’s hands, Jian Xingzhi never gave up on you.”

“Senior Brother…” He understood what Xie Gutang was entrusting to him, but he couldn’t speak.

“This,” Xie Gutang opened his hand and took out a talisman paper blocked by a barrier and inscribed with a teleportation array, handing it to Luo Xingzhou, “give it to Jian Xingzhi for me.”

“What is this?”

“He’ll know.”

“Senior Brother…” Luo Xingzhou looked at the talisman, slowly calming down. He felt somewhat sad, his voice hoarse: “In the Realm of Life and Death… take care.”

“Mm.”

Xie Gutang responded. After a long while, he awkwardly extended his hand and hugged this junior disciple he’d watched grow up.

Luo Xingzhou froze. By the time he reacted, Xie Gutang had already departed on his sword.

While the Wuxiang Sect was in chaos, Jian Xingzhi carried Qin Wanwan, running all the way through the dense forest.

After running for a long time, he estimated they’d escaped danger and landed with Qin Wanwan in the dense forest.

Qin Wanwan was covered in blood. He held her in his arms, using spiritual power to activate Spring Life, allowing both of them to recover. He finally got a chance to catch his breath.

He first raised his hand to touch his spirit pouch, then froze.

“That thief.”

“What happened?”

Qin Wanwan looked up at him. Jian Xingzhi spoke indignantly: “He stole the Linglong Jade!”

“I thought it was something serious.”

Qin Wanwan let out a breath, then reacted: “The Linglong Jade was stolen?! How many pieces?”

“Two…” Jian Xingzhi stammered, “two pieces.”

Of the five Linglong Jade pieces, the one from Heavenly Sword Sect was taken by the Evil God, the Ghost City piece was with Jian Xingzhi, the Desolate City piece was in Qin Wanwan’s hands, the Flower City piece was in the Evil God’s possession, and now not only had they failed to retrieve the last piece, but the Evil God had also stolen Jian Xingzhi’s piece.

Of the five Linglong Jade pieces, only the last one remained in Qin Wanwan’s hands.

The two fell silent for a moment. Qin Wanwan waved her hand: “Forget it, it doesn’t matter anymore. We’re not going back anyway, so we don’t need to do this task.”

“Not…” Jian Xingzhi didn’t quite understand, “not going back?”

“Things have come to this,” Qin Wanwan felt somewhat sad. She curled up, hugging herself, “what would we go back for? To take you back to die? To take you back to be scolded?”

Jian Xingzhi understood what Qin Wanwan meant. Her parents definitely didn’t agree with her coming to save him. Coming here by force now, she’d probably had a falling out with her parents.

He thought about it, then probed: “So… does this count as you eloping with me?”

Qin Wanwan stiffened, then said with a mixture of crying and laughing: “What time is it and you’re still thinking about this?”

“This is very important,” Jian Xingzhi looked completely serious, “I need to take responsibility for you. I remember everything you’ve done for me in my heart.”

“Then you’ll never finish remembering,” Qin Wanwan glared at him, then buried her face back in her knees, speaking in a muffled voice, “you owe me so much.”

Jian Xingzhi didn’t speak. When Qin Wanwan didn’t hear a response for a long time, she turned to look at him, only to see Jian Xingzhi quietly watching her.

Qin Wanwan froze. Jian Xingzhi spoke softly: “You’re right, I owe you too much.”

Qin Wanwan was silent for a while. She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking: “You don’t owe anything. Actually… actually I should be the one who owes you. My father is your master…”

“I know.”

Jian Xingzhi interrupted her. Qin Wanwan was stunned. Jian Xingzhi took her hand, brushing over the scar from the wound torn at her tiger’s mouth, his tone softening considerably: “When you were talking in the snowy mountains, the Evil God let me see everything. I recognized him—your father is my master.”

He had seen it.

When Qin Wanwan heard these words, her heart ached sharply.

“I’m sorry…” she spoke hoarsely, “they…”

“Actually, there’s nothing to apologize to me for,” Jian Xingzhi’s voice was very soft, “when I was young, Master was quite good to me. Though he was strict and rarely saw me, he would secretly apply medicine for me and back me up. Before, when I liked to cause trouble in the sect and fight everywhere, I did it knowing that if I got into trouble, he’d cover for me. You think I became this arrogant,” Jian Xingzhi raised an eyebrow, quite proud, “what do you think that was based on?”

Qin Wanwan choked up. Thinking of how he’d made the immortal realm into complete chaos with everyone living in fear, she actually couldn’t feel sympathetic anymore.

“If I have to say they wronged me, there’s only one thing,” Jian Xingzhi’s voice was very light, “they should have told me. Lin Yanzhi agreed to die for them, but I didn’t.”

“So we won’t go die for them.”

Qin Wanwan smiled, gripping his hand and looking up at him with complete seriousness: “Let’s not bother with them. Let’s sleep well, and tomorrow we’ll leave the forest, find a small town, and stay here.”

“Alright.”

Jian Xingzhi raised his hand and waved. A fire rose from the ground, and dried grass flew to the surrounding area, forming a soft bed. He patted the soft bed: “Sleep.”

Qin Wanwan listened to him and sat on the dried grass bed. She hesitated, then looked at Jian Xingzhi: “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“I’ll meditate and keep watch.”

Jian Xingzhi sat in front of her, took out a blanket from his qiankun pouch, draped it over her, and half-bent down, coaxing her like a child: “Sleep well, be good.”

“I’m not a child.”

Qin Wanwan’s voice was muffled. She looked at Jian Xingzhi’s bright eyes in front of her, hesitated for a moment, then gently gripped his hand.

“Jian Xingzhi.”

“Mm?”

“Don’t be sad.”

Hearing her words, Jian Xingzhi’s expression was gentle. After a long time, he used his free hand to smooth her disheveled hair: “When I walked my road to its end and saw you and Xie Gutang there, I wasn’t sad anymore.”

With that, Jian Xingzhi lowered his head and kissed her forehead: “Sleep.”

As Jian Xingzhi spoke, a beam of law light fell on Qin Wanwan’s forehead, and she drowsily closed her eyes.

Sensing this abnormal sleepiness, Qin Wanwan urgently called out: “38!”

“What?”

38 was startled. Qin Wanwan shouted: “Stay conscious!”

“Received, 5 points!”

With 5 points deducted, Qin Wanwan immediately entered a state of false sleep. She lay on the ground, waited a while, and saw Jian Xingzhi raise his hand and send a carrier pigeon into the distance.

The pigeon flew away. Jian Xingzhi sat by the fire, turned to look at Qin Wanwan, thought for a moment, chuckled softly, and pinched her face.

The two waited for half the night. Qin Wanwan heard the sound of someone landing on the dry leaves.

“What did you call us here for?”

Shangsui’s voice rang out. Qin Wanwan faced away from them and couldn’t help but tightly grip her clothes.

“To ask a few questions and say a few things.”

Jian Xingzhi’s voice was very light. Shangsui spoke coldly: “Ask.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your plan?”

He spoke, but his gaze was fixed on Taiheng. Shangsui was about to speak when Jian Xingzhi interrupted her: “I’m asking him, my master.”

Taiheng lowered his eyes, pretending not to understand. Jian Xingzhi’s gaze fell on his empty waist: “You came to see me without even daring to wear your sword. You didn’t use your true appearance back then because you wanted to completely sever ties with me today? What are you afraid of? Are you still afraid I’ll be heartbroken?”

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Taiheng spoke calmly.

Without another word, Jian Xingzhi drew his sword. Before Shangsui could stop him, she saw Jian Xingzhi strike Taiheng with one blow, sending him flying. Taiheng crashed hard into a tree and coughed up blood. Jian Xingzhi froze, asking in surprise: “How did you become this weak?”

“The Heavenly Dao of the small world restricts us,” Shangsui clenched her fists. She restrained her impulse to help Taiheng, watching him get up on his own, and explained to Jian Xingzhi, “the longer we stay, the more our power is weakened.”

“Then why didn’t you return to the immortal realm earlier?”

Jian Xingzhi found it strange. Taiheng supported himself as he stood, gasping: “We can’t return.”

“You have the ability to shuttle between two small worlds, how can you not return?” Jian Xingzhi frowned, unable to believe it.

Shangsui couldn’t listen anymore and just said: “What exactly did you call us here to do?”

“Isn’t the plan continuing?” Jian Xingzhi turned to look at Shangsui. “Shouldn’t you capture me and take me back?”

“You can’t have memories,” Taiheng gasped, “when souls merge, the Evil God will share your memories and your emotions. Since you already know what we’re going to do, the Evil God won’t merge souls with you.”

“You think he doesn’t know?” Jian Xingzhi sneered. “He knew long ago. That’s why he wanted me to become a demon too. If Wanwan hadn’t come today, I don’t know how long I could have held out.”

Hearing this, Taiheng and Shangsui showed no surprise, only saying: “Then unless you truly become a demon, he won’t merge with you.”

“What if I really do become a demon? Lin Yanzhi also became a demon back then. Isn’t he afraid?”

“Lin Yanzhi sealed a law array in his memories back then. As long as souls merge, his memories will open, and the law array will automatically take effect. Whether you’re a god or a demon,” Shangsui explained calmly, “as long as souls merge, you’ll be sealed by his law array in that moment. The reason we can’t kill the Evil God is because he has no physical form. As long as Lin Yanzhi’s law array takes effect and he’s locked by Lin Yanzhi’s soul, we can kill him.”

“So now I’m useless. What will you do?” Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi was quite curious. “Push another person to serve as a container to seal him?”

“The Evil God is a god. Only a divine body can serve as his container, and only a god can kill him.”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi understood: “Because Lin Yanzhi is the only demigod in this world, he’s the only one with the ability to use his soul to imprison the Evil God?”

“Correct.”

Both sides fell into dead silence. Jian Xingzhi smiled and just asked: “If I kill the Evil God, Wanwan will obtain the merit of saving the world, and in the future she’ll be healthy and enjoy eternal immortal years, right?”

Neither Shangsui nor Taiheng spoke, so Jian Xingzhi knew the answer. He sighed deeply: “Then there’s only one method. He doesn’t want to devour me,” he raised an eyebrow, “so I’ll devour him instead.”

Shangsui and Taiheng froze. Jian Xingzhi calmly instructed: “Rest well tonight and prepare. Come pick up Wanwan tomorrow morning, then injure me, then spread news that I’ve become a demon. He’ll come find me.”

“As long as he comes to find me,” Jian Xingzhi looked up at them, “I’ll forcibly merge his soul.”

The two didn’t speak. Jian Xingzhi frowned: “What are you still hesitating about?”

“Alright.”

Shangsui finally spoke: “I’ll come get Wanwan tomorrow.”

With that, she turned and led Taiheng away.

“Wait,” Jian Xingzhi suddenly called out to them again. The two turned back to see Jian Xingzhi raise his hand and point at Taiheng’s waist. “Put on the sword.”

Taiheng hesitated for a moment, then took out the sword Jian Xingzhi had given him and hung it at his waist.

Jian Xingzhi was satisfied and waved his hand: “Go on.”

The two left. Jian Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief. He sat back in his original position, stared blankly at the fire for a while, then turned to tuck in Qin Wanwan’s blanket.

Feeling his movement, Qin Wanwan faced away from him, biting her lower lip tightly.

She suddenly felt intense hatred—hatred for her past self, hatred for her own incompetence.

If she were just a bit stronger, she could prevent the person she cherished from falling into such a predicament.

If she’d worked harder back then, if she’d been smarter, if she’d given her all, at this moment, she might not have so many regrets.

What method is there…

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

What method is there… for her to save Jian Xingzhi?

She frantically searched her mind for all possible solutions.

Jian Xingzhi looked at the fire. After a long time, he spoke slowly: “Wanwan.”

Qin Wanwan didn’t make a sound. Jian Xingzhi’s voice was calm: “Last time in Flower City, we had a fake marriage. I wanted to wait until later, but tomorrow I have to leave. Can I still marry you?”

“Yes.”

Qin Wanwan spoke hoarsely.

Jian Xingzhi smiled. He looked up at the bright moon. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand, and the surrounding scenery changed, slowly transforming into a bamboo forest.

Qin Wanwan sat up straight. She turned to look and saw ahead a brightly lit bamboo house decorated with lanterns and festive colors.

Jian Xingzhi had already changed into wedding robes. She looked down to find herself also wearing wedding clothes.

She looked at Jian Xingzhi through the beaded curtain. Jian Xingzhi extended his hand toward her. Trembling, she gently placed her hand in Jian Xingzhi’s hand.

His hand was warm and steady, leading her toward the main hall of the bamboo house. Red candles burned in the main hall of the bamboo house. He smiled and called out loudly: “First bow to heaven and earth.”

Qin Wanwan bowed with him. Then she heard him call out: “Second bow to parents.”

The two bowed together, then turned to face each other. Qin Wanwan smiled: “We should have kept my parents here earlier.”

“For this wedding,” Jian Xingzhi looked at her, only saying, “it’s enough that I know about it.”

Qin Wanwan couldn’t speak. He smiled and bowed his head toward her: “Husband and wife bow to each other.”

Qin Wanwan watched him bow first, then closed her eyes and bowed as well.

Then she heard his somewhat embarrassed voice: “Enter the bridal chamber.”

That night, it was he who lit the red candles, he who lowered the bed curtains.

She remembered they were gauze bed curtains, and the candlelight shone through as he gently kissed her forehead.

“Wanwan,” his voice was very soft, “I’ll teach you one last lesson.”

With that, he gently embraced her.

He was always a rash person, but that day he was unusually gentle. Careful and clumsy, he softly called her name.

He brushed aside her hair, intertwined his fingers with hers, gazed into her eyes, until the very last moment.

She saw mountains, rivers, sun and moon, felt his spiritual power surge magnificently through her meridians.

“I’m using my divine soul to lock the Evil God. Spiritual power is useless to me.”

He held her tightly, his voice calm: “Your mental state is unstable. Don’t break through to Tribulation Transcendence right now. Wait for your parents to come and stabilize your state of mind for you.”

She bit down hard on him, but he didn’t feel pain.

“Wanwan.”

He held her, burying his head in her shoulder: “Promise me that in the future, you’ll definitely live well.”

You’ll walk roads I haven’t walked, see scenery I haven’t seen, meet people I haven’t met, receive love I haven’t received.

Wanwan.

The moment Su Tanyin bloomed was the most magnificent beauty Lin Yanzhi had seen in his entire life.

And everything Qin Wanwan gave was the most brilliant wonder Jian Xingzhi had encountered in his entire life.

“Promise me.”

Qin Wanwan couldn’t speak. Spiritual power surged through her meridians. She felt this person combing through her spiritual power again and again. Her mind was filled with only one thought.

She had to keep him. How could she keep him?

His life, his tribulation, all originated from Lin Yanzhi.

Because he was one soul and four spiritual essences of Lin Yanzhi, no one realized he was Jian Xingzhi, no one treated him as an independent person.

Everyone was executing Lin Yanzhi’s plan from a hundred years ago. Jian Xingzhi wasn’t Jian Xingzhi—he was part of the only demigod, and also the only existence that could trap the Evil God.

No matter how powerful Jian Xingzhi himself was, it was useless.

He couldn’t enter this small world because his soul was incomplete. His body would be seized by the Evil God. The stronger his body, the greater the variables for the Evil God.

But what if… what if he was Jian Xingzhi?

Amidst the violent spiritual energy, a thought suddenly flashed through Qin Wanwan’s mind.

In that instant, countless star tracks flashed before her eyes. She seemed to grasp something.

If he was Jian Xingzhi, his complete Jian Xingzhi—

Not one soul and four spiritual essences, but complete with three souls and six spiritual essences, then he would no longer be a container, a tool.

He would have his own sword, his own dao. He would have sufficient ability, infinitely approaching godhood!

He could come to this world. He could end all this karma and consequence as Jian Xingzhi!

Stars fell into her eyes, countless star tracks intersecting. She seemed to see one constellation rushing straight toward another, then exploding thunderously in the universe.

No—

This wasn’t the fate she wanted.

She reached out toward the star tracks.

At this very instant, the ground shook and mountains trembled, and the stars in the sky fell into chaos.

Everyone looked up at the sky together, shocked at this strange celestial phenomenon.

She wanted to save a person destined to die.

Star tracks passed before her eyes again and again—the first time, the second time, the third time…

Each time ending in a dead end.

Qin Wanwan leaned against Jian Xingzhi, embraced in his arms as Jian Xingzhi combed through her spiritual power, completely unaware of what was happening around them.

Qin Wanwan trembled as she reached out, drawing her sword inch by inch.

Each inch was extremely difficult. Blood dripped from her palm onto the blade. Finally, at the moment when the star tracks rushed toward the dead end countless times, she forcefully drew the sword and pierced both of them from her front!

Spiritual power madly poured from the sword tip. Jian Xingzhi’s eyes widened in shock. He felt vigorous life force penetrate his body, and at the same time, Qin Wanwan’s soul was forcibly cut and separated by herself.

“I’ve been wondering,” Qin Wanwan gasped, struggling to speak, “why exactly I came to this world—”

The soul rapidly solidified in Jian Xingzhi’s body. Jian Xingzhi stared blankly at Qin Wanwan, watching her turn back with a pale face and slowly smile: “Now I finally understand. My coming to this world is the thread of life for you and me.”

“Wanwan…”

As she spoke, 38’s excited voice rang out: “Congratulations Host on completing [Task Six: Immortal Alliance Conference, Explore the Ultimate Truth], points +2000, total points 10530!! All high-level permissions activated, gifting perfect score gift package—open passage between two realms, send one person away early!! Host, who do you want to leave?!”

“Nonsense! Of course it’s Jian Xingzhi!”

“Received!”

38’s voice was high, jubilant: “Opening passage progress 10%! 15%! 20%!”

“Jian Xingzhi,” Qin Wanwan looked at Jian Xingzhi whose soul was gradually becoming complete, “if you don’t become a god, I took this sword for nothing.”

“Two-realm passage opening progress 100%! Countdown three seconds!”

“3!”

“Qin Wanwan.” Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi smiled.

“2!”

“Something’s wrong with your brain.”

“1!”

“You’re the one who’s a god.”

The moment those words finished, a beam of white light crashed down from the sky.

Jian Xingzhi’s soul followed the white light upward. Qin Wanwan tilted her head back, watching Jian Xingzhi leave.

After Jian Xingzhi completely disappeared, the surroundings became calm, then she heard muffled thunder rumbling from above.

Qin Wanwan turned back to see the body of “Jian Zhiyan” behind her. She pulled out her sword and pushed it away.

She raised her hand to change her clothes, gripped her sword and staggered out. Just as she left the bamboo house, she saw Shangsui and Taiheng standing with others before her.

The two groups didn’t speak. Shangsui and Taiheng quietly observed her. After a long time, Shangsui spoke calmly: “Prepare for tribulation. We’ll protect you during the process.”

“I’ll just ask one question—”

Qin Wanwan held her sword, gasping: “The true purpose of the deal you made with these systems—what exactly is it?”

No one answered. Qin Wanwan pressed: “If a hundred years ago, Lin Yanzhi could have directly given me the merit to let me live, then why, a hundred years later, go to such great lengths to bring me to this world?”

“Why are you talking so much nonsense when you should be transcending tribulation?” Shangsui frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.

“Because I am Jian Xingzhi’s thread of life.” Qin Wanwan spoke, giving them the answer herself. “You calculated thousands of times back then—Jian Xingzhi only had a path to death. You wanted to save him, so you brought me to this world.”

“I’m sorry.” Taiheng finally spoke. “This was the only way to let both of you live. I’m not a good father, I…”

“There’s no need to be sorry,” hearing this, Qin Wanwan smiled with relief, “I think it’s very good.”

She could come to this world and save this person called Jian Xingzhi.

How wonderful.

“Then my last question…”

“Why do you have so many questions?” Shangsui couldn’t help but ask back.

Qin Wanwan didn’t care, only asking: “Why didn’t you tell us in advance?”

“Because destiny is based on calculating the future from this moment,” Taiheng patiently explained, “so every variable causes all deductions to fail. We could only add one variable, and we ourselves didn’t know what this variable would ultimately do.”

“Understood,” Qin Wanwan smiled, “quantum mechanics.”

“So,” Qin Wanwan looked up at the sky, “now is the time for me, this variable, to determine the outcome.”

As her words fell, thunder roared down.

At the same time, Jian Xingzhi opened his eyes in the immortal realm.

The instant he opened his eyes, he discovered the lightning had just finished striking. He still maintained his departing posture—one hand holding his sword, one foot stepping on Qin Wanwan’s head.

Qin Wanwan’s body was embedded in the ground. Both were charred black from the lightning strike. The people of Jishan all stared blankly at Jian Xingzhi. Jian Xingzhi instantly came to his senses, quickly jumped off Qin Wanwan, and called to those nearby: “Quickly carry your Nujun back!”

With that, he turned and departed on his sword, racing toward the Southern Heavenly Gate.

After a moment of confusion, the people of Jishan suddenly reacted.

“We won!”

Someone shouted: “Even Daojun Suiheng was driven away by our Nujun!!”

“Nujun is invincible!!”

“Nujun will surely triumph!!”

“Jishan’s Nujun, eternally glorious!!”

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**Author’s Note:**

[Mini Theater]

38: “I told you, becoming a great heroine is the path to a beautiful future.”

There’s one more Long Aotian – Chapter to the grand finale. I couldn’t finish writing it today, so I decided to release this part first and sleep…