The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Meanwhile, in the western border region of the Great Zhou Dynasty, at the camp of the army of the Bright God Dynasty.

Inside an extremely luxurious military tent.

All the civil and military officials of the Divine Dynasty of Light were present, as was the Divine Emperor of Light.

However, at this moment, the octogenarian Emperor of Light, known for his majesty, had a smile spreading across his usually stern face.

"Young Master Li, yesterday, under your personal command, General Zhao Qingcheng of the Western Frontier Army was severely wounded, and almost all the capable generals of the Western Frontier Army were wiped out. Now, our Bright Divine Dynasty's Bright Army has the remaining Western Frontier Army besieged in Fallen Phoenix Valley. But why are you stopping us, preventing our Bright Army from annihilating them all in one fell swoop?"

The Emperor of Light treated the white-robed man before him with utmost respect.

In the vast wilderness of the human realm, strength reigns supreme.

The white-robed man before them was Li Changfeng, the senior brother of Tian Di and the Imperial Preceptor. His cultivation was at least at the fourth level of the Imperial Martial Realm, which was ridiculously strong.

Facing the questioning gazes of the Emperor and his officials, the man in white snorted coldly, too lazy to explain anything: "I have my reasons for doing this. You just need to do as I say."

"But keeping the Great Zhou's western border troops surrounded in Fallen Phoenix Valley and hunting them down bit by bit is a complete waste of time. It would be better to just charge in and annihilate them completely!"

A military officer with a large beard couldn't help but step forward.

Before Li Changfeng arrived, they suffered a series of defeats. He brought his four sons, who had been gilded on the battlefield, but before they could be gilded, they were all killed on the battlefield by Zhao Qingcheng.

He hated Zhao Qingcheng so much that he only wanted to kill her immediately.

Snapped!

Before the bearded warrior could finish speaking, Li Changfeng slapped him across the face, sending his head flying. Then, his voice even colder, he surveyed the room: "So, who else wants to teach me how to do things?"

The military tent fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Even the Emperor of Light was terrified, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Li Changfeng didn't look at them again and walked out of the military tent alone.

The Emperor of Light had helped his master once before, and his master promised the Emperor of Light a favor.

Now that the Emperor of Light has used this favor, and his master has asked him to come and help deal with the Western Frontier Army, he is willing to lower himself and intervene in the war of the secular dynasty.

However, upon arrival, he encountered an unexpected and wonderful surprise: he met Zhao Qingcheng.

Speaking of Zhao Qingcheng, she is indeed quite capable in leading troops into battle. This time, when she came to the Western Frontier and faced the Bright Divine Army with high morale, she still made a sweeping advance and won one victory after another.

Until Li Changfeng appeared, his cultivation at the fourth level of the Imperial Martial Realm allowed him to completely dominate battles in the mortal world.

On the battlefield, he was stunned when he saw Zhao Qingcheng.

It wasn't that I was surprised by Zhao Qingcheng's stunning beauty, her graceful and perfect figure, or her aloof and unparalleled temperament.

Instead, he was surprised that Zhao Qingcheng looked remarkably alike to his long-deceased beloved Die'er.

He stared at Zhao Qingcheng, stunned on the spot, his thoughts drifting back to a long time ago.

At that time, he was not yet the eldest disciple of the Red-Eyebrowed Taoist, but just a down-on-his-luck painter who had never left the mountains.

Butterfly was just a girl from the mountains. She liked to wear red clothes and a red hat, and her eyes curved into crescent moons when she smiled.

She also liked to speak in a high-pitched voice, hold her face in her hands while watching him practice swordsmanship, and follow him around calling him Little Changfeng...

Later, the village was attacked by bandits, and Die'er died.

He cried for three days and three nights, and never smiled again.

Even today, when he saw Zhao Qingcheng, her face looked so much like Die'er's.

For a moment, he even thought that Die'er had returned.

"You are very much like my Butterfly. As long as you do your best to impersonate her in the future, I will not only spare your life, but also keep you by my side and lead you to the pinnacle of life."

After a long while, Li Changfeng finally recovered from his shock. He stared intently at Zhao Qingcheng and began to speak eloquently: "From now on, you must wear red, speak in a high-pitched voice, hold your face in your hands as you watch me practice swordsmanship, and call me Little Changfeng all the time..."

Zhao Qingcheng got goosebumps from hearing this and shook her head in refusal without hesitation.

Her refusal without hesitation angered Li Changfeng on the spot.

Li Changfeng made his move, severely injuring Zhao Qingcheng with a single strike, his strength perfectly controlled so as not to be truly fatal.

Afterwards, he also killed all the high-ranking generals in the Western Frontier Army and trapped the remaining Western Frontier Army in the Fallen Phoenix Valley.

In his view, no one can remain stubborn after being besieged, having their arms cut off, and having their supplies exhausted day and night.

Before long, Zhao Qingcheng will lower her proud head and take the initiative to meet his demands, doing her best to pretend to be Die'er.

Meanwhile, in the Valley of Fallen Phoenixes.

Zhao Qingcheng was in a simple military tent, and her already cold expression became even colder.

She had fought countless tough battles in her life, but she had never felt so humiliated.

The man named Li Changfeng made only one move, and she understood what a dimensional reduction attack meant.

She could only watch helplessly as her brothers, who had risked their lives with her countless times, died one after another, dying so casually and so unworthyly.

"At this point, there's no turning back; we have to give it our all!"

She seemed to have hesitated greatly before taking out a black pill from her bosom.

She obtained it by chance from a large tomb. After consuming it, her combat power could be greatly enhanced in a short period of time, but the backlash on her body was also extremely terrifying.

She had planned never to touch it for the rest of her life.

But now, she's decided to use it as a last resort.

The moment the pill entered her throat, Zhao Qingcheng felt a surge of violent energy explode within her body, clashing fiercely with her Lone Phoenix Body.

Two opposing, even contradictory, forces were tearing each other apart within the meridians...

Her body became a fierce battlefield.

She gritted her teeth, trying to pull through, but the backlash from the Lone Phoenix's Fiendish Body came too quickly.

She lost this gamble.

The price of losing a gamble is death and the annihilation of one's soul!

Blood continued to flow from her mouth, and her consciousness gradually blurred. Before closing her eyes, she looked at the female vice-general with twin ponytails.

"I have one more thing for you to do." Each word she uttered seemed to drain all the strength from her body.

The female lieutenant with pigtails had already cried until her eyes were red: "General, do you want me to continue searching for Young Master Ye Guanxuan? Don't worry, I will search the entire Great Wilderness, and I will definitely find him."

Zhao Qingcheng shook her head, her voice growing softer and softer: "If nothing unexpected happens, I'm about to die. If you ever have the chance to see Qin Changye again, give this to him."

She solemnly handed the prepared envelope to the female lieutenant with twin ponytails.

Among them was a letter of divorce, and a sentence she wrote in her own hand: Qin Changye, I have never loved you!