After transforming into a fairy, I, in my simulation, wreaked havoc in the cultivation world.

Two powerful forces collided high in the sky, causing the sea of ​​clouds to surge and mountains to collapse.

Lin Qingyu's eyes cleared up instantly, and the grudge from yesterday no longer seemed so thorny.

Nascent Soul cultivator!

If the Nascent Soul Realm represents the pinnacle of combat power in this cultivation world, then the Divine Transformation Realm is truly a being standing atop the clouds, able to look down upon all living beings.

This is not only a world of difference in power between the two realms, but also an even greater gap in lifespan.

A cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage can live for ten thousand years.

Throughout his life, he witnessed the rise and fall of countless sects and the glory and disgrace of generations of prodigies.

As for the Star-Guiding Realm, which is above both, it is truly extraordinary and beyond the ordinary, and ordinary cultivators may never see it even once in their lifetime.

Lin Qingyu's starting point was not low; it was even the end point of most cultivators' lives. That's why she was able to meet several Venerables and Saints in just a few hundred or a thousand years.

However, the reality is that the birth of each Venerable One is accompanied by countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, signifying the end of one era and the beginning of another.

Because on this Nine Realms Continent, the positions of Venerables and Saints are limited.

Only through fall can there be rebirth, and rebirth will inevitably bring about fall.

"Boom!"

With a muffled boom, the clash of auras between the two Nascent Soul cultivators finally came to an end.

"Enter."

The Nascent Soul cultivator from the Purple Cloud Dynasty spoke calmly, his sleeves fluttering slightly.

The swirling mist in the valley suddenly receded to both sides, and a deep crack slowly appeared in the valley.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the arena became subtle, and no one dared to be the first to step into the crack.

All the participants from the Zixiao Dynasty would look at the magnificent beast-drawn carriage, after all, they had all heard of or witnessed the scene of the Lu Yue Sword Immortal of the Tianxuan Sword Sect sweeping away dozens of geniuses by himself.

Lin Qingyu slowly stood up.

She knew that her chance to shine in front of others had come.

With a light touch of her toes, the white-clad girl's figure suddenly leaped into the air, so fast that she almost left several afterimages in the air.

In the blink of an eye, she was already suspended above the canyon.

The girl was slender, her clothes fluttering in the wind, and her white hair flying.

Countless geniuses turned their heads in amazement.

Just then, a golden streak of light swept in from afar at great speed, leaving a long trail of air in the sky.

"Buzz~"

The beam of light came to a steady stop above the valley entrance.

The light faded, revealing a young face—Nangong Jie, the number one prodigy who had been hailed as a god by the Xuanhuang cultivators.

It's actually just a roadside stall.

Lin Qingyu glanced at the other person casually and was about to head towards the entrance when Nangong Jie suddenly spoke.

"I've heard you possess formidable strength, fellow Daoist. Would you be so kind as to offer some guidance?"

It seems it's about the sealing of the secret realm again.

This person has joined the Eternal Radiance Temple, a force that is suspected of being opposed to the Long Night Royal Court.

Lin Qingyu glanced at him indifferently, and without any warning, she raised her hand and unleashed a blood-red sword intent.

The sword energy pierced the air, carrying a killing intent that suffocated all the Foundation Establishment cultivators present, heading straight for the opponent's face.

Nangong Jie's expression changed slightly. As he retreated rapidly, a golden shield floated out and blocked his way.

"when!"

The crimson sword intent slashed fiercely at the golden shield, unleashing a piercing metallic clang.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Immediately afterwards, a continuous series of impacts rang out.

Nangong Jie's blood surged, his face flushed red, and he was forced back step by step by the blood-red sword energy as the golden shield was slashed.

It only stopped when it was pushed to the edge of the field of vision.

Nangong Jie gasped for breath, and after calming down, he caught the cracked golden shield with trembling hands before looking down at it.

But all that could be seen was a sliver of white clothing slowly disappearing into the entrance of the crack...

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally sighed with mixed feelings.

There are truly people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens.

The emotions of all the prodigies present were even more complex, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and even fear...

However, they knew that the top spot on the Xuanhuang Prefecture's Prodigy Ranking would likely change hands after today.

Lin Qingyu would give herself a score of 99 for this public display of talent.

The continuous notifications of the righteous path value in my ears are the most objective evaluation.

And she discovered something very interesting.

The value of righteousness will be generated even without her presence.

After the battle at Zixiao City, she would often receive sporadic notifications, the amount of which was small, but they were intermittent and never completely stopped.

Although it's not much, it's a very good sign.

At present, she is just a Foundation Establishment stage prodigy.

However, as her fame and strength grow, the amount of righteous points she will acquire in the future will be immeasurable.

Lin Qingyu's gaze involuntarily fell on the system panel again.

Those longevity fruits that were once prohibitively expensive are still quietly displayed on the list, but they are no longer as unattainable as before.

Seven days later.

The participating prodigies discovered something very strange: the demons in the secret realm seemed to be decreasing at an alarming rate, leaving many people with no demons to hunt.

What exactly happened?

Just as everyone was speculating, a white-haired girl stood atop a mountain, looking at the thousands of magic crystals in the system space, and sighed softly.

Unfortunately, the "Devouring Demon Spirit Evolution Technique" requires cultivators with Heavenly Spiritual Roots to use it. Otherwise, she would have liked to experience firsthand what made this secret technique, which even the old man with the ring acknowledged, so extraordinary.

"Boom!"

The familiar tremor struck again.

Above the secret realm, dark demonic energy surged and poured down towards the cliff below.

A terrifying aura began to slowly rise within the secret realm, and countless streaks of light sped off into the distance.

The real world of cultivation is not a fictional story. When cultivators sense danger, their first instinct is usually to move away rather than rush forward to their deaths just to watch the spectacle.

of course there are exceptions.

A striking golden beam of light rushed toward them, attracting the attention of many, but the speed at which everyone ran did not slow down at all; on the contrary, it accelerated a bit as the demonic energy grew stronger.

Lin Qingyu concealed all her presence and stood quietly on the summit.

As the approaching beam of light drew near, a slight smile played on her lips. Then, her figure shifted, transforming into a handsome young man.

If Nangong Jie had witnessed this scene, he would probably have burst into tears and questioned it on the spot:

If you are Nangong Jie, then who am I?

While it is true that one should strive to obtain the righteous path, one's own safety should always be the top priority.

The feat of killing a fake Infant Realm demon was too astonishing for her at this point, and Lin Qingyu was unwilling to take the risk.

Fortunately, many people witnessed Nangong Jie's arrival, so his identity was the most suitable means of protection.

Just as the golden light was about to sweep across the mountain peak, Lin Qingyu moved.

Her figure appeared silently behind Nangong Jie, and by the time he noticed the strong wind coming from behind, it was already too late.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Nangong Jie felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, then everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness...

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