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The golden light at the tip of Qingyuan Daojun's sword suddenly surged, and the nine sun patterns seemed to come alive, flowing endlessly across the sword's surface. The scorching aura clashed fiercely with the moonlight, emitting a hissing sound as ice and fire battled.

"Since the fairy is determined to obstruct us, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Before he finished speaking, the Water-Splitting Sword suddenly flew out of his hand, transforming into a golden dragon that roared as it charged toward the Moonlight Barrier set up by the Fairy Chang'e.

Chang'e's expression changed slightly. With a few quick taps of her slender fingers, the lunar barrier suddenly contracted, condensing into a crystal-clear ice mirror that stood in front of her.

The golden dragon crashed into the ice mirror with a deafening roar. Cracks appeared on the surface of the ice mirror, but it did not shatter immediately.

Taking this opportunity, Chang'e played her jade flute again, playing the tune "Autumn Moon over the Moonlit Palace." The sound waves transformed into tangible moon blades, attacking Qingyuan Daojun from all directions.

Without dodging or avoiding, Daoist Qingyuan suddenly opened his Heavenly Eye between his brows, and a beam of chaotic divine light shot out, causing the moon blades to dissipate wherever it passed.

He reached out and the Water-Splitting Sword returned to his hand, the sun pattern on the blade shining even brighter.

"break!"

Daoist Qingyuan let out a low shout, his sword tip pointing directly at the ice mirror. The golden dragon reappeared, this time spewing out scorching solar fire from its mouth.

"Click——"

The ice mirror finally succumbed to the scorching heat of the sun and shattered completely. Chang'e, the Moon Goddess, let out a muffled groan, staggering back several steps, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of her mouth.

She gazed at the sword in Qingyuan Daojun's hand, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "This sword... how can it contain the true fire of the sun? Who exactly are you?"

Daoist Qingyuan did not answer. He turned his sword and aimed directly at the Fragrant Cold Spring. The moment the sword tip touched the spring water, the water immediately boiled, and a blazing golden light shot up from the bottom of the spring.

"stop!"

The fairy Chang'e let out a delicate shout, and the jade flute in her hand transformed into a white light in an attempt to stop it.

But it was too late. Daoist Qingyuan had already retrieved the remains of the golden crow from the bottom of the spring. Although they were in disarray, they still emitted scorching solar essence fire.

He swung his sword backhand, repelling the white light that the jade flute had transformed into, and then put the remains of the golden crow into his sleeve.

"Fairy, I apologize." Daoist Qingyuan cupped his hands and said, "I do have my own reasons for not being able to do this. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely make amends."

After saying that, he flashed away, turning into a golden light and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Chang'e, the Moon Goddess, gazed in the direction he had left, her brows furrowed. She reached out and summoned back her jade flute, only to find a fine crack appearing on its surface.

"What a powerful sun!"

She murmured to herself, "In the Three Realms, besides the Little Golden Crow, who else can control such pure solar fire? And that Heavenly Eye between his brows, could it be..."

She seemed to realize something, her expression changed slightly, but then she shook her head: "It can't be him."

The Jade Rabbit, who had been frozen in place, was finally free. She hopped and skipped to Chang'e's side, anxiously asking, "Sister, are you alright? That person was so wicked; he actually hurt you!"

Chang'e shook her head: "I'm fine. It's just that the person's identity is really puzzling."

She looked down at the jade flute in her hand, then at the Fragrant Cold Spring that had lost its solar essence fire, and sighed softly, "This matter is probably not so simple. Jade Rabbit, you stay here, I'm going to the Heavenly Court."

"Is Sister going to tell on me?" Jade Rabbit asked, blinking her eyes.

Chang'e smiled slightly: "No, I'll go find someone. Perhaps he can tell me the answer."

After saying this, her figure gradually faded away, eventually transforming into a ray of moonlight and heading towards the Heavenly Court.

Meanwhile, Daoist Qingyuan had already left Xianglengquan and was speeding through the clouds.

He sensed the solar essence emanating from the remains of the two golden crows, his third eye greedily absorbing this power, and his magical strength steadily increased. ——————

The Heavenly Court, the Temple of the True Lord of Justice.

The fairy Chang'e gracefully passed through layers of cloud steps, and the massive iron gates of the True Lord's Temple opened silently before her. Outside the temple, a chilling atmosphere prevailed, and celestial soldiers stood like statues on either side.

Inside the temple, wisps of smoke curled from the sandalwood table as Yang Ge reviewed documents. Suddenly, he noticed the moonlight shifting outside. He looked up and saw the fairy Chang'e standing gracefully in the shadows cast by the temple entrance, nodding to her.

"What brings you here, fairy?"

Yang Jian put down his vermilion brush, the silver armor of the God of Justice gleaming coldly in the candlelight. He noticed the crack in the jade flute in her hand; it was a magical artifact forged from Taiyin Cold Jade, and would not be easily damaged.

Chang'e stepped into the palace, her frost-colored shawl fluttering without wind: "Today someone forcibly took the remains of the Golden Crow from the Fragrant Cold Spring. This person possesses the divine power of the Heavenly Eye and can even control the true fire of the sun."

She gently traced the cracks on the flute with her fingertips. "Besides the Little Golden Crow, there is someone else in the Three Realms who can control the power of the True Fire of the Sun. I wonder if the True Lord has any guesses?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and his Heavenly Eye flashed with golden light: "Heavenly Eye, the True Fire of the Sun?"

Only the Golden Crow can control the true fire of the sun, but since this person's target is the corpse of the Golden Crow, he must have obtained it by refining the corpse of the Golden Crow.

Although the Heavenly Eye is a supreme treasure and has long been integrated with Yang Jian, there are quite a few people in the Three Realms who are capable of mastering the Heavenly Eye, and there are also many other pupil techniques and supernatural abilities that are on par with the Heavenly Eye.

For example, the Buddha's Eye in Buddhism can see through cause and effect and observe all beings in the three realms.

For a moment, Yang Jian was also not in a good mood.

Yang Jian tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, then asked, "Fairy, have you clearly seen the characteristics of the other's magical power?"

Chang'e lightly raised her hand, and an illusion of the clash between Xiang Lengquan and Yang Jian immediately appeared in the hall. When the nine sun patterns on the Water-Splitting Sword appeared, Yang Jian suddenly stood up, and the sound of his silver armor clashing was particularly clear in the silent hall.

"Using Xuan Yuan Heavy Water to wield the True Fire of the Sun? There is actually someone in the Three Realms who can refine the power of water and fire, which are mutually restraining, to such a level." Yang Jian couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Chang'e said, "That's the strange thing. With the other party's cultivation level, it should be easy for him to kill me, but for some reason he held back at every turn."

Yang Jian frowned as well: "What does the fairy mean?"

"We urge the True Lord to find this person, as it concerns the remains of the Golden Crow. If this person is kind, that's fine, but if he is evil, with the power of the Golden Crow's great sun, there will likely be widespread suffering."

"Moreover, the Nine Golden Crows were ultimately killed by the True Lord back then..."

Yang Jian's face darkened upon hearing this. He was also reminded of the Golden Crow Formation from back then. He never expected that after so many years, he would still have to collect the corpse of the other party.

"I am aware of this matter, please rest assured, fairy!"

After Chang'e left, Yang Jian's face instantly turned cold.

"Nine Golden Crows..."

At this moment, the Celestial Hound ran in from outside the palace.

"Master, did you call me?"

"Go and investigate the places where the nine golden crows fell back then. There are several sites where the remains have been stolen."

The Celestial Hound obeyed the order and departed, its figure flashing like black lightning as it darted through the clouds, its nose twitching incessantly.

A day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth. At this time, Daoist Qingyuan had already collected all the remains of the Golden Crows.

(End of this chapter)