Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

An inexplicable emotion rose in Biyao's heart. In a flash, she appeared in front of Jin Ping'er.

Jin Ping'er was struggling to resist the onslaught of distracting thoughts when suddenly her vision went dark. Looking up, she saw Bi Yao's exquisitely beautiful face, which held a scrutinizing gaze.

She felt a chill and quickly lowered her head.

"Miss Biyao..."

Biyao did not respond, but simply reached out and grabbed Jin Ping'er's wrist, pulling her up.

Caught off guard, Jin Ping'er stumbled as she was pulled, but quickly regained her balance and looked at Bi Yao with some surprise and uncertainty.

As Biyao looked closely into Jin Ping'er's still clear eyes, the inexplicable emotions in her heart intensified.

This woman... seems to be... a potential rival? A sense of competition began to rise within her.

Jin Ping'er felt a little uneasy under Bi Yao's gaze and subconsciously looked away, glancing around.

Upon seeing this, her heart sank!
On the mountaintop, besides her and Biyao, and her fellow disciples who were either insane or struggling to stay afloat, there were her master, Madam Sanmiao, the Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, and Yuyangzi of the Longevity Hall...

Those renowned senior masters of the Demonic Sect have all vanished without a trace! It's as if they disappeared into thin air!
"Master...Master and the others..."

Jin Ping'er's voice trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

At the summit, the torrent of incense smoke and distracting thoughts gradually subsided. The wheat fields, ravaged by hundreds of demonic cult disciples, lay scattered and crooked.

Most of the lower-level disciples were already mentally confused under the impact of the chaotic thoughts, some laughing foolishly, others clutching their heads and wailing, their breathing disordered.

A few, such as the Poison God and Yu Yangzi, who were highly skilled in cultivation, managed to maintain their clarity of mind, but their faces were as pale as paper and their breath was weak, clearly indicating that their minds had suffered severe damage.

The surging thoughts of incense and other distracting ideas, after completely disrupting their minds, were eventually exhausted.

Ying Xuan swept his gaze indifferently over the group of members of the Demonic Sect.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and several magical artifacts radiating strong energy fluctuations (such as the Poison God's snake-head staff, Yu Yangzi's blood-red flying sword, and Madam Sanmiao's pink ribbon) detached from their owners and flew into his hand.

As for the other ordinary or even broken magical artifacts, he didn't even glance at them. With a thought, he threw them all into the void battlefield shrouded by the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Array below, as if discarding trash.

Jin Ping'er, pulled along by Bi Yao, stood aside and witnessed everything.

With her keen mind, she could sense from the subtle distance between Biyao and Yingxuan, and from Yingxuan's lack of special care for Biyao, that this young lady of the Ghost King Sect did not seem to have truly won the favor of the mysterious powerhouse before her.

A daring idea arose in her mind. She suppressed her fear, and a captivating smile instantly bloomed on her face, enough to bewitch anyone.

She moved with light, graceful steps, like a willow swaying in the breeze, completely ignoring the invisible pressure emanating from Ying Xuan. She walked directly to his side, stretched out her slender hand, and gently took Ying Xuan's arm, her voice so soft it could drip water.

"Senior, your supernatural powers are vast and your magic is boundless! I, Jin Ping'er, admire your demeanor and wish to follow you closely, serving you tea and water, attending to your daily needs. I only ask that you offer me some guidance; I would be eternally grateful!"

As she spoke, she pressed her soft body against Ying Xuan almost imperceptibly, her eyes sparkling with seductive charm.

Biyao watched from the side, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief!

Although she and Jin Ping'er were not close, as women and members of the Demonic Sect, they had a subtle competitive spirit towards each other.

Seeing Jin Ping'er so bold as to openly use her seductive arts on Ying Xuan, a nameless anger and... a tension she herself was unaware of surged up in her heart!

She clenched her fists instinctively, staring at Jin Ping'er with hostility.

Ying Xuan frowned almost imperceptibly.

He did not immediately shake Jin Ping'er away, but lowered his head, his gaze calmly falling on her charming face, his voice revealing no emotion.

"You and Biyao have both taken the wrong path."

Jin Ping'er's smile froze slightly.

Ying Xuan continued.

"The cultivation methods of this world are shallow in foundation and full of detours. Even with talent, it is difficult to reach the Great Dao. From now on, you will follow Biyao and start learning from scratch, understand the foundation of cultivation, and reshape your path."

Jin Ping'er's heart skipped a beat, her seductive expression vanished instantly, and her eyes flashed with a complex light. She released her grip, took a step back, and bowed respectfully.

"Yes, senior's teachings will be remembered by this junior."

She understood that her little schemes were nothing but child's play in his eyes. But being able to stay by his side was already an incredible stroke of luck!

When Biyao heard that Ying Xuan wanted Jin Ping'er to learn from her, her nameless anger intensified, but when she heard "took the wrong path" and "started from scratch," she couldn't help but think.

Ying Xuan ignored the two women and turned his gaze to the void battlefield below, which was shrouded by the great formation.

There, thousands of monks from Tianyin Temple, led by Abbot Puhong, chanted sutras and worshipped Buddha every day, using their pure Buddhist power to fight against and purify the bloody aura permeating the formation. At the same time, their cultivation was tempered by the aura, and their strength steadily improved.

At this moment, as Ying Xuan threw the group of demonic sect disciples, whose auras were corrupted by incense and distracting thoughts and were chaotic and frenzied, into the battlefield, the relatively "peaceful" balance was instantly shattered!
"Kill! Kill them all!"

"Treasures! They're all mine!"

"Hahaha! Buddha's light? Break it!"

Those delusional disciples of the demonic sect, like sharks smelling blood, charged at the monks who were chanting scriptures with violent ferocity and chaotic thoughts!
They saw no Buddha's light, only the desire to kill!

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Puhong sighed deeply, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and solemnity.

"Disciples, heed my command! Form the Arhat Formation! Protect your minds and spirits, and subdue demons and monsters!"

"Subdue demons and monsters!"

Thousands of monks roared in unison, and the Buddha's light shone brightly in an instant!
Although they were unwilling to kill, it was their instinct to defend themselves and fight back when faced with these irrational and frenzied members of the demonic cult!
In an instant, Buddhist light and demonic energy collided, and chanting and roaring intertwined, turning the void battlefield into a brutal Asura field!

Ying Xuan stood atop the peak, quietly watching the chaotic battle erupt below.

He did not intervene.

The disciples of the Demonic Cult, corrupted by the distracting thoughts of incense offerings, have souls entangled with these thoughts. Would killing them incur some imperceptible karmic consequences? Ying Xuan was uncertain.

Although he was not afraid, he was unwilling to take unnecessary risks. Letting these monks handle it was a good opportunity to use them as a tool to kill, and also to see the effect of Buddhist supernatural powers on these "sources of pollution."

"Cao Zhengchun".

Ying Xuan's voice rang out.

The head of the Eastern Depot, who was standing not far away, immediately stepped forward.

"The slave is here!"

"Pass down the order: In the future, when collecting spiritual roots and herbs, there is no need to carefully preserve the root system. The spiritual herbs of this world have strong vitality. Just take their main stem or core root and transplant them to the island. The great array of wood-type life force will nourish them and ensure their survival and growth. This will save time and increase efficiency."

Ying Xuan gave the instructions.

"The slave obeys the order!"

Cao Zhengchun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly agreed. His Majesty was implying they were too slow!
Ying Xuan glanced at the Eastern Depot guards whose auras had reached the peak of ordinary life, and added.

"The energy of heaven and earth here is pure and abundant, far surpassing that of the Great Qin. You may find a secluded spot on the island to cultivate in peace. If you can seize this opportunity to break through the shackles and step into the first level of life, not only will your own strength increase greatly, but you will also add a layer of foundation to the Great Qin world."

Upon hearing this, all the guards of the Eastern Depot gleamed with intense desire!

Level One Life! That's the realm they've always dreamed of!
Not only will they gain greater power, but they will also be able to make greater contributions to His Majesty and the Empire! Everyone responded in unison.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty! We, your humble servants, will certainly do our utmost!"

Ying Xuan nodded slightly, his gaze finally settling on Jin Ping'er, who was still standing beside him. Jin Ping'er felt his gaze, her heart tightened, and a gentle smile returned to her face as she was about to speak.

Ying Xuan stopped looking at her, and his arm trembled slightly.

A gentle yet irresistible force came, and Jin Ping'er felt a numbness in her wrist. She involuntarily let go of her hand and staggered back two steps.

Ying Xuan's figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, a figure dressed in a dark black brocade robe, with a face identical to Ying Xuan's but an even colder and more profound aura, silently appeared where he had been standing.

This figure had sharp, eagle-like eyes and exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay. It was Ying Xuan's clone, formed with his primordial spirit power!
Ying Xuan, dressed in black, swept his gaze across the entire room, finally settling on Bi Yao and Jin Ping'er, his voice indifferent.

"Come with me."

Inside the stone gate, there is a stone house made of white jade.

Aunt You sat cross-legged in the center of the stone house, her aura churning erratically.

She had been trapped here for several days. Although her life was not in danger, the stone gate space isolated her from the world and the spiritual energy was thin, which made her feel extremely depressed.

Just now, the bottleneck in her body that had been stuck at the peak of ordinary life for many years shattered under immense pressure!
A brand new, even more powerful force surged from her dantian, flowing throughout her limbs and bones! She had broken through! She had stepped into the first level of life she had always dreamed of!
But the joy of the breakthrough was fleeting.

She felt the surging power within her, yet she still couldn't budge the stone house in the slightest.

The suppression of the laws of the stone gate space made her feel like a caged beast.

A faint light flashed from the stone door, and Ying Xuan's figure appeared inside the stone house.

"you……"

Aunt You suddenly stood up, her eyes filled with fear, which was then replaced by anger.

"Let me out! And Biyao too! If you dare to harm her in the slightest, the entire Ghost King Sect will fight you to the death!"

Ying Xuan looked at her calmly and indifferently.

"Ghost King Sect? A fight to the death?"

With a faint smile playing on his lips, he raised his hand and gently tapped the air.

The walls of the stone house instantly became transparent!

A vast and cruel scene unfolded before Aunt You's eyes!
It was a deep, empty battlefield!

Thousands of monks, dressed in kasayas and with solemn appearances, are forming a huge Buddhist formation, bathed in Buddhist light and filled with the sound of chanting!
Opposite them were hundreds of demonic disciples who appeared to be insane, their auras chaotic, and their eyes glowing with bloodlust!
They roared and charged frantically at the Buddhist formation!

Swords flashed, spells roared, and blood splattered!

Disciples of the demonic sect were constantly turned to ashes in the Buddha's light, and monks were constantly torn apart by the frenzied attacks!

"Those are... monks from Tianyin Temple?! And... those are disciples from Changsheng Hall?! And the Hehuan Sect... the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?!"

Aunt You's pupils contracted sharply, and her voice trembled with disbelief.

"You...you captured them all?! To make them kill each other?!"

"This is within the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation."

Ying Xuan's voice was flat and emotionless.

"They are the nourishment for this formation, and also the whetstone."

As Aunt You watched the brutal battle, seeing the disciples who had once belonged to the Demonic Sect but were now tearing each other apart, she felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head!

The ruthlessness and cunning of the man before her far exceeded her imagination!
The Ghost King Sect? In his eyes, they probably don't even qualify as nourishment!

"For Biyao's sake, and also for the sake of your hard-won breakthrough," Ying Xuan said again, his voice carrying a hidden meaning.

"I can spare the Ghost King Sect."

Aunt You suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with hope.

“But,” Ying Xuan’s tone shifted, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"If the Ghost King Sect is so foolish as to come here seeking trouble and walk right into their trap... what will you do then?"

Aunt You was jolted! It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head!
Walking right into a trap? With the methods of this person in front of them, if the Ghost King Sect really dares to come, their fate will probably be a hundred times more miserable than those demonic sect disciples in the picture!
Looking into Ying Xuan's unfathomable eyes and feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from them, her last glimmer of hope vanished. She slowly lowered her head, her voice dry and weak.

"I...I understand."

"very good."

Ying Xuan nodded slightly.

"Now, I'll give you a choice. Will you stay here and continue being an elder of the Ghost King Sect, or... go with Biyao to a new world?"

Aunt You suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with struggle.

Ghost King Sect... that was the sect she had protected her entire life.

But Biyao... was her child whom she treated as her own!

As she watched the demonic sect disciples rushing towards the Buddhist formation in the video, she recalled Biyao's beautiful face...

In the end, her eyes held a resolute look.

"I...I choose Biyao!"

"wise."

Ying Xuan raised his hand and waved.

Space shifted. Aunt You felt a blur before her eyes and found herself atop the island's mountain peak.

The fresh air and rich spiritual energy rushed towards her, invigorating her spirits.

"Aunt You!"

A joyful cry rang out. Biyao rushed into Aunt You's arms, hugging her tightly, her voice choked with sobs.

"You're alright! Thank goodness! You're alright!"

Aunt You felt the trembling of the girl in her arms and was filled with mixed emotions. She gently patted the girl's back.

"It's alright, Yao'er, it's alright..."

She looked up at Ying Xuan, who was standing not far away with his hands behind his back, her eyes filled with complex emotions, which eventually turned into a silent sigh.

For Biyao, she was willing to give up everything.

Jin Ping'er stood aside, watching Bi Yao and Aunt You embrace, then glanced at Ying Xuan's tall and straight back, her eyes filled with an imperceptible resentment.

Both were followers, but Biyao had family to protect her, while she... could only face it alone.

Ying Xuan did not care about these sentimental matters.

His gaze fell upon the vast plain below, where the Eastern Depot's inner guards were busily engaged in their work.

Instead of digging carefully, they directly wielded their sharp blades, severing the spiritual roots and herbs they had brought back from the depths of the Death Swamp in half, taking only the main stem or core root, and casually inserting them into the prepared soil. (End of Chapter)