I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes immediately chimed in, her tone filled with undisguised pride: "You don't understand, do you? Back then, when our leader cultivated to the Saint Realm, he fought against six legendary Saint Realm experts from the Undying Mountain here. He fought six against one, severely injuring them and forcing them to flee."

Then, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes described the battle vividly, gesturing wildly as she went, bringing every detail of the battle to life.

How did the Six Saints make their arrogant entrance, how did they utter such harsh words, and how did they join forces to besiege each other?

How Zhang Yangqing calmly dealt with the situation, how he fought against six opponents without being at a disadvantage, and how the six saints finally fled in a sorry state like dogs, not daring to look back.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes even imitated the way one of the saints fled, crouching low, clutching her wound, limping, and shouting "Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

The eerie consciousness listened in a daze, its mind filled with vivid images.

At the same level, can one person win against six?

I wouldn't even dare to think about it.

How could anyone actually do that?
Oh, it's your older brother! That's alright then!

If it were someone else, the eerie consciousness would have questioned it.

If it were Zhang Yangqing, the eerie consciousness would only think: These six saints are quite capable; how could they escape?

He was genuinely amazed by the "skill" of those six saints; to be able to escape alive from Zhang Yangqing at his "peak" was truly remarkable.

While the eerie consciousness was lost in its own thoughts, Zhang Yangqing was already gathering intelligence near the Forgotten River Lake.

Wangchuan Lake is not large, only the size of an ordinary lake, but its water is not normal water.

The lake water was grayish-white, as if someone had poured a lot of lime powder into it, or like some kind of indescribable, turbid, and unpleasant-looking liquid.

The lake was calm, without ripples or waves, like a mirror that doesn't reflect light.

Zhang Yangqing squatted by the lake and reached his hand into the water.

The water was cool, but not in an icy way; it was a chilling, bone-deep cold.

He closed his eyes and sensed the energy fluctuations in the water, feeling the power of space.

The spatial power was not violent or chaotic, but flowed slowly and regularly, like some unseen force gently flowing underwater.

That feeling was like a great river.

It's not that Wangchuan Lake itself is a large river, but rather that Wangchuan Lake is connected to a large river.

That great river is not made of water, but is a long spatial river composed of countless spatial coordinates, countless plane nodes, and countless time fragments.

Of course, the River of Oblivion is just a small tributary of the long river of space, an inconspicuous entrance, and cannot be compared with the real long river of space and time.

But this place records countless coordinates and is also an excellent location for space travel.

Having observed the situation sufficiently, Zhang Yangqing began to explain: "We come from a certain plane, and each of us has a so-called 'spatial number.' So, we throw the obtained head into the space to activate the spatial anchor point. Based on the anchor point corresponding to the number, we can return to our original world."

He paused, turned around, looked at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and the strange consciousness, and his gaze became serious: "What I'm about to do is very dangerous. I'm going to modify the spatial coordinates on my body and then throw my head in. What will be opened may not be our original world. We may be going to some unknown dimension, and we may not even be able to come back."

He looked at them, waiting for their reaction.

This matter is inherently serious and dangerous. We should be cautious about eerie thoughts, and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes should be worried.

To everyone's surprise, they looked so excited, their eyes shining like two stars.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was the first to speak: "Boss, does that mean we have two heads now, but only one person can go with you? Let me go!" She even took a step forward, afraid that the strange consciousness would beat her to it.

The eerie consciousness retorted, "Forget it. You don't even have spatial power. I can withstand the spatial turbulence, but you? You'll probably be torn to shreds as soon as you go in."

Its tone carried a certain confidence that it was stating the facts.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes turned pale: "Get out of my way! I carried this head here, it's only right that I go!"

She patted the cloth bag containing human heads at her waist, as if asserting her dominance.

The eerie consciousness spat and said, "You're the one who carried the load. The boss killed the person, it has nothing to do with you. Besides, aren't you going back to be a savior? Go do your mission, don't get in the way here."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes sneered: "Whoever wants to be the savior can be, it's none of my business. But you, you love to steal the spotlight, you'll get into trouble sooner or later."

Her voice grew louder and louder, and the tension intensified.

The eerie consciousness took hold, and its voice rose several octaves: "Me, stealing the spotlight? I'm doing real work! And you? What can you do besides following the boss around shouting '666'?"

Zhang Yangqing was speechless. They started arguing again?

He sighed, rubbed his temples, and felt like a kindergarten teacher mediating a fight between children.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, it's not like I can only go once. I'll bring one this time and another next time. What are you arguing about?"

They both fell silent, but their eyes continued to clash in the air, neither giving an inch.

Zhang Yangqing looked at them, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke calmly: "I can't guarantee I'll come back alive. Are you sure?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and the eerie consciousness exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked at Zhang Yangqing.

Their expressions changed; the previous competition and rivalry vanished, replaced by a serious, determined, and resolute expression.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes smiled, her smile showing no reluctance or hesitation: "Boss, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive here. You saved my life, you gave me my cultivation. If you want to take it, my worthless life is nothing."

Her tone was soft, but every word carried weight.

The eerie consciousness nodded, unusually not being stubborn: "Boss, me too. You brought me out of the underworld and taught me so much along the way. You said you would take me to see farther places. I believe you. I want to go wherever you want to go, but this time it's up to you. Let her go. I'll wait for you here."

Zhang Yangqing looked at the two of them and remained silent for a long time.

Then he smiled. There was no helplessness or emotion in that smile; it was just a pure, heartfelt laugh.

"Okay." Zhang Yangqing ultimately chose the beauty with peach blossom eyes.

It's not because the eerie consciousness is bad, but because the eerie consciousness has spatial power, and staying here at the Undying Mountain is good for support.

Moreover, the area around Wangchuan Lake is heavily polluted, and human cultivators generally do not enter such places.

Isn't that the perfect training ground for eerie cultivators? Eerie consciousnesses can achieve twice the results with half the effort by cultivating here.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the strange consciousness and said seriously, "You should cultivate here well, and I will come back to find you again."

The eerie consciousness nodded, but said nothing more.

It knew Zhang Yangqing's temperament; once he made a decision, he wouldn't change it.

It silently memorized every word Zhang Yangqing said, as if it were a rule! (End of Chapter)