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While Qin Le and Chen Anning were chatting idly, Lu Qingshuang had already arrived at her destination.

Before her was a pedestal similar to the bases of other stone statues, but instead of statues, there was a slowly flowing galaxy—countless stars were born, shone, aged, and perished within it, endlessly cycling and regenerating.

This was an opportunity left behind by Doumu Yuanjun, and also a blessing that Chang'e Fairy specifically instructed Lu Qingshuang to strive for.

Doumu Yuanjun herself was naturally unharmed; this was merely a gift she left behind in the secret realm.

In Chang'e's eyes, Lu Qingshuang was undoubtedly the best candidate to obtain this opportunity—she had already cultivated the Moon Essence Divine Power and could initially draw upon the power of the stars, while Doumu Yuanjun, as the mother of all the stars in the Big Dipper, left behind a legacy that was a perfect match for Lu Qingshuang's path.

But as long as they are a good match, whether or not Lu Qingshuang can actually get her hands on it ultimately depends on herself.

She reached out and gently touched the flowing starry river on the base—

As the light and shadow shifted, Lu Qingshuang's figure vanished instantly, having been drawn into that dazzling sea of ​​stars.

Within the Milky Way, Lu Qingshuang did not land on any star, but hovered in the void.

If she hadn't reached the late stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness, the environment of traversing the starry sky with her physical body alone would have been enough to instantly injure or even kill an ordinary cultivator—after all, the minimum threshold for traversing the starry sky is the early stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness.

Just then, a phantom image of a full moon, no bigger than a palm, quietly appeared on her shoulder, and the gentle voice of the fairy Chang'e rang out:

"The opportunity left behind by Doumu Yuanjun should be related to stellar power. You can use the 'moonlight' as a guide to try to comprehend the Dao of the stars."

As her master, she naturally wouldn't let her disciple fumble around aimlessly.

"Yes, Master."

Lu Qingshuang sat cross-legged and, as instructed, activated her Moon Essence Divine Power.

Soon, a dress formed from moonlight covered her body. She closed her eyes and used the moonlight as a medium to sense the rhythm of the surrounding stars.

About two hours later, Lu Qingshuang's aura changed slightly—her moonlight dress suddenly became more solid and exquisite, as if woven from real silk, shimmering with a clear light.

The illusory image of the full moon on his shoulder trembled slightly, uttering a soft, contented whisper:

"Not bad... Yuehua has reached the 'minor achievement' stage. Even if we don't get the opportunity from Doumu Yuanjun this time, my disciple's foundation is already extraordinary."

Regardless of the outcome, she wouldn't blame Lu Qingshuang—such good fortune is something that can only be encountered by chance. Moreover, Lu Qingshuang had already gained some insight from this experience, which in itself was a gain.

At the same time, Luo Qiuyue arrived at her target.

A book formed of golden light floats on the base, its cover bearing two ancient seal characters that gleam brightly:

"The Way of War"

—This is the legacy left behind by the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

The one who chose Luo Qiuyue, though not a renowned deity in mythology, was one of the personal guards of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, named Yue Cijing.

Even in the celestial realm, her status and strength were extraordinary, having already reached the realm of Golden Immortal.

Luo Qiuyue found her way to this place thanks to the guidance of Yue Cijing.

She placed her hand on the golden book—

A flash of golden light appeared, and Luo Qiuyue's figure vanished.

The next moment, she found herself in a vast battlefield.

Before them, a chaotic beast with a wingspan of a thousand meters and resembling a strange bird was engaged in a fierce battle with a massive, dark array of celestial soldiers. The sounds of battle shook the heavens, and the air was thick with the scent of blood.

A message then flooded into Luo Qiuyue's mind:

This is a simulated battlefield, where all the battles that actually took place are recreated.

The scene before her was precisely the battle that Yue Cijing had personally commanded and ultimately won years ago—

In that battle, Yue Cijing, at the mid-stage of the Celestial Immortal realm, led ten thousand perfect Earth Immortal soldiers and forcefully killed a Chaos Beast whose strength was comparable to that of an early-stage Golden Immortal.

"How is this possible?!"

Luo Qiuyue couldn't help but blurt out, "Ten thousand Earth Immortals, one Celestial Immortal... how could they possibly kill a Golden Immortal-level Chaos Beast?!"

"Nothing is impossible."

A cool, clear voice came from her shoulder. A palm-sized phantom of the Moon Mirror silently appeared—she was clad in armor, her short hair neatly styled, and her brows exuded a commanding presence.

"If you can learn the 'military formation' created by the Mystic Maiden, you can do the same."

"But... I don't see any battle formations?"

Luo Qiuyue surveyed the battlefield and, apart from the fierce fighting, did not detect any traces of formations.

"Isn't it right there?" The illusory image of Yue Cijing pointed to the center of the battlefield, its tone calm: "In this battle, I'm using the very battle formation created by Lady Xuan Nu. You... enjoy watching."

After speaking, the illusory figure faded and quietly disappeared.

She couldn't offer too many hints—true understanding ultimately depended on Luo Qiuyue herself.

Luo Qiuyue took a deep breath and stared intently at the battlefield where blood and fire intertwined.

Elsewhere, under Nezha's guidance, Chen Yun also found an opportunity left behind by a deity.

The master of this place is Yun Zhongzi, a renowned master craftsman in the Heavenly Realm.

Since it is a test left by a master craftsman, its content is naturally related to crafting.

At this moment, Chen Yun was in an ancient weapon-refining workshop, holding an iron hammer and hammering a piece of red-hot ordinary iron on an anvil.

You can't use your spiritual power, and you have to be very careful with even the force you use when swinging the hammer—if you use even a little too much force, this piece of ordinary iron will shatter into powder.

Before long, the rough shape of a long sword gradually took shape.

But Chen Yun stared at the rough iron bar, looking utterly frustrated.

"This can really... be engraved with ten spirit runes?"

Yun Zhongzi's test was certainly not as simple as blacksmithing. His requirement was to forge a true magical artifact from ordinary iron.

To be honest, Chen Yun knew he didn't have much experience, but he still felt that... this requirement was ridiculously high.

But he had no room for negotiation.

"Give it a try."

He held the sword blank in his left hand, and with his right hand, he took out a slender spirit-engraving knife from his storage ring. He lightly touched the iron body with the tip of the knife, attempting to draw upon a wisp of spiritual power to slowly engrave the first spirit rune—

Boom!

The sword blank shattered instantly, scattering iron filings everywhere.

Ordinary iron simply cannot withstand the infusion of spiritual power.

"Forget it." Chen Yun shook his head, but his expression wasn't discouraged. "Continue."

He didn't waste time feeling frustrated, nor did he immediately review and analyze the situation. Instead, he picked up another piece of ordinary iron, put it into the furnace, heated it until it was red-hot, took it out, and swung his hammer—

Another sword blank was formed.

But this time, he didn't rush to carve the patterns. Instead, he continued to repeat the same actions: heating the iron, forging, and shaping.

From his first failure, he understood one thing: engraving spirit patterns on ordinary iron is not something that can be accomplished by simply trying a few times. It requires accumulation, a feel for the craft, and even more so... quantitative change.

In less than two hours, hundreds of identical longsword blanks were neatly arranged on the workshop floor.

Chen Yun put down the hammer and picked up the carving knife again.

The blade fell again—

Boom.

The sword blank remained broken.

He remained silent for a moment, but showed no sign of discouragement. He simply picked up another sword blank.