Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Ever since I got separated from Su Chen.

Wang Mang never had a smooth life.

First, they chased after those two evil cultivators who were in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

I finally managed to get rid of it.

I got lost again at that fork in the road.

It's a winding, circuitous route.

For some reason, they bumped into several other groups of lost cultivators.

A group of people huddled together, discussing how to find a way to survive and get out.

Suddenly.

The other end of that passageway.

Suddenly, a large group of spirit beasts, comparable to those at the Nascent Soul stage, surged in.

Wang Mang still hasn't figured it out.

This is the area beneath the temple.

Where did all these mythical beasts come from?

They were all bloodshot, like they'd gone mad.

It bites and tears at anyone it sees.

Most of those rogue cultivators were at the Nascent Soul stage, but there were also a few at the early Deity Transformation stage.

Before the herd of beasts.

They were no different from pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

A three-legged golden crow swooped down.

A burst of flame.

Several independent cultivators were instantly reduced to charred remains.

The pungent, burnt smell of the flames almost made Wang Mang vomit.

"run!"

I don't know who shouted it.

Those people scattered like birds and beasts.

Wang Mang relied on his cultivation level, which was considered quite high among this group.

Slashing and hacking all the way.

Finally, they managed to squeeze out from the gap in the herd of beasts.

Looking back.

Good guy.

He went with him into the three-way intersection to join the wandering cultivators.

Seven or eight.

He can still breathe right now.

Including himself.

There are only three in total.

The light at the entrance of the passageway flickered.

Wang Mang stumbled and fell out of the tunnel.

The sun outside is blazing.

Wang Mang squinted, and it took him a while to adjust.

That tunnel entrance.

There were still quite a few people gathered there.

They were all rogue cultivators waiting to try their luck inside.

Upon seeing Wang Mang and his men, they rolled out covered in blood.

Everyone gasped in shock.

"What...what happened inside?"

Some of the bolder ones came up and asked.

Wang Mang waved his hand.

I don't want to say a word.

He simply sat down on that rock.

The stone had been in the sun all afternoon and was very hot.

Wang Mang couldn't care less about that anymore.

"The one surnamed Su..."

Wang Mang wiped the blood from his face.

In his heart, he cursed Su Chen to the bone.

He was perfectly fine.

This kid stuffed a bunch of treasures into my head.

They were lured into this hellish place where they were sent to their deaths.

Now, the people have all gone their separate ways.

I wonder if that kid is dead or alive.

Wang Mang pondered for a long time.

In the end, she still couldn't bear to leave.

The treasures that kid gave me were genuine.

There was also the grace of being saved.

That's it.

Wang Mang slammed his sword into the ground.

Let's guard this tunnel entrance.

Wait for that kid to come out.

If that kid can't get out...

Wang Mang shook his head, not daring to think any further.

And that place a thousand miles away.

On a boundless expanse of spiritual fields.

A thunderbolt, without warning, struck down from the heavens.

The thunder rumbled across the entire sky of Qingzhou.

Several thunderclaps ripped through the void.

Amidst the raging winds, it seemed as if the Milky Way had turned upside down...

A straw sandal stepped out from a rift in the void.

Immediately following was a spiritual pressure that seemed to freeze time in the surrounding world.

An old man walked out unsteadily, his hands behind his back.

He simply stood there in the void.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged toward him.

In front of the Luoyun Sect's mountain gate.

The stone steps were covered with fallen leaves.

I don't know how long it's been since anyone swept it.

The Grand Elder Lei Sha was meditating inside the hall.

Suddenly, I felt a powerful pressure descending from the sky.

That oppressive aura.

That was so powerful that he almost knelt down.

Lei Sha's expression changed instantly.

Without giving it much thought, he darted out of the main hall in a few strides.

This is what it means to look up.

Lei Sha was stunned.

"The...the Supreme Elder?!"

The old man standing in the void.

It's none other than someone else.

It was the same Elder of the Falling Cloud Sect who had wandered the world more than a decade ago and never returned.

Li Changfeng.

Lei Sha's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

When Li Changfeng left the sect back then.

That was a Nascent Soul cultivator, one of a kind in the entire Qingzhou.

A towering and upright existence.

now.

More than a decade has passed since we parted.

The old man has finally returned.

"Supreme Elder."

Lei Sha strode forward, about to bow.

"You're finally back!"

Li Changfeng waved his hand.

Those murky eyes swept over the dilapidated mountain gate.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"That's enough."

"These formalities are unnecessary."

Li Changfeng got straight to the point.

"I have returned for only one matter."

"Where is my disciple, Su Chen?"

Lei Sha was stunned for a moment.

Su Chen?

How strange.

Li Changfeng's brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Just now, I used my divine sense to scan the entire Qingzhou."

"I can't find even the slightest trace of this kid."

"Where are the others?"

A hint of difficulty appeared on Lei Sha's face.

"Reporting to the Supreme Elder."

"Su Zhenchuan... he's no longer in Qingzhou."

"Oh?"

Li Changfeng's gaze fell on Lei Sha.

Explain yourself.

Lei Sha swallowed hard.

Then he recounted the whole story of Su Chen's background over the past few years.

He told it exactly as it was said.

From how Su Chen left Qingzhou and went to the Xuanhuang Continent.

As for Su Chen, he became a disciple of Li Ziran, a Void Refinement stage cultivator from the Xuanhuang Continent.

Now, it has become the grand offering of Luoyan City.

"The Void Refining Period?"

The Void Refinement stage—what an existence that is!

In Qingzhou, those are all just legends.

"Supreme Elder."

"For Su Zhenchuan to gain the favor of a Void Refinement expert is quite remarkable..."

"snort."

Li Changfeng snorted coldly.

"Refining the void period."

"This kid does have some luck."

"If you happen to meet someone who has reached the Void Refinement stage, and they are willing to mentor him."

"It would naturally be a good place for him."

Li Changfeng changed the subject.

"only."

"I am a disciple of Li Changfeng."

"How could you switch allegiance to someone else?"

"It seems I must personally make a trip to the Xuanhuang Continent."

"Give this brat a good talking to."

Lei Sha stood to the side.

But a question started to bother me.

That's not right.

Listen to the implied meaning in the Elder's words.

This is the Refinement of Emptiness stage.

He didn't take it seriously at all!

...

Tai Xuan Sect...

The palaces atop the peak appear and disappear intermittently.

It does indeed have a touch of celestial aura.

The clouds and mist dispersed.

The previously gloomy sky suddenly brightened.

Rays of sunlight streamed down from the gaps in the dispersed clouds.

Looking from afar.

It was as if the Heavenly Gate above the nine heavens had been opened wide.

The disciples of the Tai Xuan Sect were all alarmed.

One by one, they poured out of the palace gates, looking up at the celestial phenomenon.

Whispering among themselves.

"What kind of strange phenomenon is this?"

"Could it be that a powerful being has arrived?"

After a brief commotion.

An elderly man in a purple robe led a group of disciples and hurriedly came out to greet them.

The old man was Huang Tianhua, the Supreme Elder of the Tai Xuan Sect.

Huang Tianhua looked up at the wide-open "Heavenly Gate".

My heart was in turmoil.

"May I ask which senior has graced our Tai Xuan Sect with their presence?"

Huang Tianhua cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the void.

There was a hint of caution in his voice.

A figure slowly stepped out.

It was that thin old man, Li Changfeng.

Huang Tianhua squinted and stared for a long time.

For a moment, I didn't recognize him.