The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Utter silence.

"..." Ying Wenjie opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"My brother..." Chen Siyao looked at the token in her hand, which had turned grayish-white, with fragments slipping through her fingers. "What is this thing he gave me?"

A one-time use magical artifact. It will break after use.

But its power is enough to crush all the monsters on the island.

The live stream is completely out of control.

【Aa ...

【Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!!! Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!!!】

What level of expert is Chen Hao to be able to create such a magical artifact?

[The Supreme God, the Eternal God]

[Given away casually? Casually? ]

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

"Wait a moment."

Yang Wanqing suddenly raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

Her head tilted to one side, and her ears twitched slightly.

"Did you hear...what was that sound?"

The crowd quieted down and pricked up their ears.

The sound of the wind. The sound of falling leaves in the distance.

Gone.

"No, I don't." Wu Tian looked around. "What was that sound?"

"Really. Someone screamed several times just now." Yang Wanqing frowned. "It sounded like... a scream? But it's stopped now."

"A scream?" Ye Chendong looked around warily. "Which direction?"

"Southeast," Yang Wanqing pointed.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[I think I heard that too? Those sounds just now?]

Yes, yes, yes! It sounds like a scream of agony, like "Ah!"

[It might be the roar of a new wave of monsters]

Be careful, everyone.

Chen Siyao glanced at the comments and became wary again.

"Everyone be careful, there might be other monsters."

The six people lined up again and slowly moved forward.

Five minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes.

Along the way, not even a single weed was disturbed.

Quietly.

Yang Wanqing grew increasingly confused as he walked, muttering to himself, "Could it be... that I misheard?"

—Of course she heard correctly.

Those screams came from a group of people about 500 meters to the southeast.

Twelve people.

An Asian face, still wearing a diving suit.

They were originally following Chen Siyao 200 meters behind, tiptoeing and holding their breath, thinking they were hiding very well.

The idea was simple...to have Chen Siyao go ahead to scout, clear out monsters, and obtain the inheritance.

They followed behind, waiting for their chance; the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

A perfect plan.

The only problem is...

They are not within the core area of ​​the formation.

When the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique is activated, it indiscriminately covers an area within a one-kilometer radius.

The twelve people didn't even have time to react.

Several sword lights pierced through their bodies, the whole process taking no more than two seconds.

The twelve corpses lay on the ground, their expressions still showing shock and bewilderment.

A classic example of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

Through their headsets, commanders on a distant ship were frantically calling out: "Black Crow Squad? Black Crow Squad, respond! Black Crow Squad!"

No one answered.

No one will ever answer.

Meanwhile, Chen Siyao had no idea that she had just inadvertently wiped out a whole group of "spies".

Her entire focus was on what was ahead...

At the edge of the woods, the outline of a building came into view.

main hall.

The palace gate was half open.

Unlike the grand gates of the previous two islands, this temple is smaller in scale, with sleek and graceful carvings of flying birds on the lintel.

Chen Siyao walked at the front, stepping one foot over the threshold.

The hall was dimly lit, but not cold. A faint, sweet floral fragrance wafted in the air.

"It smells so good." Qin Xiaoyu sniffed.

In the very center of the hall stands a white jade statue.

Chen Siyao walked closer to take a look...

It is a crane.

A graceful white crane stands on one leg, its wings slightly outstretched, as if it is about to take flight at any moment. The carving is exquisite, with every feather clearly discernible.

But there is another statue next to the base of the statue.

a woman.

She was tall and slender with an exquisitely beautiful face. She wore the standard Taoist robes of the Tongtian Sect and held a long, thin sword in her hand. A white feather—a crane feather—adorned her head.

"A demon cultivator?" Yang Wanqing leaned closer to look. "A crane-type demon cultivator?"

Chen Siyao didn't answer. She went around to the back of the statue and found that the base was covered with inscriptions.

Like the previous two islands—this is a biographical account left by the inheritor.

She began to read.

The text gradually constructed in her mind a story spanning a thousand years—

"I was originally a crane from the South China Sea. When I was young, I was hunted down by my natural enemy, and my entire clan was wiped out, leaving me all alone. I fled for thousands of miles and heard of the Tongtian Sect's reputation for teaching without discrimination. I went there to seek refuge with the thought of fighting to the death."

"When I first joined the sect, I had not yet taken human form. My cultivation was only equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage for humans. All my fellow disciples in the sect were human cultivators. Some doubted me, and some looked down on me. However, the sect leader had a rule: once you join the sect, you are all fellow disciples, regardless of race."

"Thanks to your teachings, I have learned the techniques and cultivated the Dao. After a hundred years, I will take human form. After another hundred years, I will build my foundation. After another three hundred years, I will achieve the Golden Elixir."

Chen Siyao continued watching.

"I am deeply grateful for the teachings, and I always strive to be at the forefront whenever there is trouble in the sect. I have never retreated in any battle, whether it be a major or minor one. My fellow disciples laugh at my foolishness, but I do not care. Without the Tongtian Sect, I would have long since become food for our natural enemies. If I do not repay this kindness, I would be unworthy of being a cultivator."

"A thousand years later, while traveling for training, I encountered a descendant of an old enemy in the South China Sea. He was a descendant of those who had hunted down my people back then."

"At that time, my cultivation had reached the Mahayana stage. With a wave of my hand, I destroyed it."

The last line is very short.

"The Tongtian Sect gave me everything. I am willing to give everything for the Tongtian Sect. This legacy remains here, waiting for a destined person to claim it."

Signed: Bai Ling.

After reading it, Chen Siyao remained silent for a few seconds.

"Education should be provided to all without discrimination," she said softly.

The Tongtian Sect. This name also appeared on the first two islands. Jili was a disciple of the Tongtian Sect, as was Wen Zhong.

But Bai Ling—a demon beast—can also join the Tongtian Sect.

What does this mean in the cultivation world? What was the overall situation like in that era?

"Master, the inheritance is here." Qin Xiaoyu pointed to the base of the white jade crane statue.

There was a recessed area at the front of the base, in which lay a pure white pill, emitting a soft glow. Beside it was a jade scroll.

Chen Siyao reached out and took out the pills and jade slip.

The moment it touched his palm, a warm energy spread from his hand. The power contained in this elixir was purer and gentler than the inheritance from the previous two islands.

The jade slip contains the cultivation technique that Bai Ling practiced throughout her life... Crane Soaring to the Nine Heavens Technique.

"This technique..." Chen Siyao roughly sensed its contents, "It leans towards speed and agility. It's suitable for cultivators with nimble movements."

She glanced at Yang Wanqing.

Yang Wanqing was looking around the hall, completely unaware of Chen Siyao's scrutiny.

"Alright, we've got the stuff. Let's go."

The six people turned and walked out of the hall.

Stepping out of the palace, the sunlight was so bright it was hard to open one's eyes. Chen Siyao squinted to adjust to the light...

Then she stopped.

A row of people stood in the open space in front of the hall.

Nine people.