After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

At first, Cang Li only found her annoying.

They chatter away all day long, never stopping.

But over time, I gradually got used to it.

I'm used to the sound of bells behind me, used to her scouting ahead, and used to the slightly charred meat she hands me.

Even Cangli himself didn't realize that his gaze was gradually increasing as he followed Qinglian's retreating figure.

"I'm here to woo my young lady!"

"She ran too fast!"

"But I'm also very capable; I can sense her wherever I go."

Qinglian would occasionally mention herself.

Every time she mentioned "Miss", her expression was complicated, showing both affection and an inexplicable sense of awe.

Cang Li didn't ask any further questions.

He has his own things on his mind.

Since passing the twenty-first floor, Lin Chu's fame has grown.

It will naturally reach his ears.

Occasionally, when he stops to rest, standing in the wind and gazing at the vast, empty sky and earth in the distance, Cang Li's eyes would unconsciously become somewhat lost.

Whenever this happened, Qinglian would sit beside him quietly, keeping him company.

Up to the twenty-fourth floor.

Qinglian was accidentally injured by a demonic beast.

The wound wasn't deep, but for some reason, the bleeding wouldn't stop.

She squatted on the ground, tore off a piece of her skirt to bandage herself, gritting her teeth and not uttering a sound.

Cang Li took the strip of cloth from her hand and silently began to treat her wound again.

Qinglian stared at his profile, stunned for a long time, until her eyes slowly curved into crescent moons.

"Be gentle."

"Shut up."

"oh."

That night, Cang Li sat at the other end of the fire, lost in thought.

Anyway, starting the next day, he got much closer to Qinglian.

Upon reaching the twenty-fifth floor, we passed through a desolate wasteland with extremely strong winds and sandstorms.

The gale, carrying pebbles, swept across like knives.

Qinglian walked beside her, her eyes stinging from the wind and sand. She shielded her face with her hands, her body swaying as she was pushed.

Cang Li stepped forward and stood in front of her.

That was just a subconscious action.

When the sandstorm subsided, Qinglian looked up, her eyes bright.

"Were you... protecting me just now?"

Cang Li did not turn around.

"It's just sandstorm."

Qinglian persisted, sticking out half her head.

Your ears are red.

You've misjudged.

"They've really become famous!"

"Shut up."

Qinglian laughed out loud, then suddenly reached out and gently touched the back of Cangli's hand.

It was very light, like a feather brushing past.

"Cang Li".

I think... I might like you.

Cang Li froze.

He almost instinctively pulled his hand back.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

After saying that, he turned around and walked forward.

At this point, memories begin to distort.

The image shattered into countless pieces, then pieced back together.

Qinglian lay on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, staring intently at him.

"Cang Li!"

"Can you hear me!"

"Cang Li!"

Cang Li stood in front of her.

Same face, same eyes.

But there was no warmth at all.

He slowly lowered his head, his cold, emotionless gaze falling upon her.

"The Eldar?"

Qinglian's body trembled.

Cang Li lifted his foot, stepped over the back of her hand that was bracing herself on the ground, and walked forward.

Qinglian groaned in pain and bit her lip.

Without hesitation, he struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stumbled after him.

"Cang Li! You promised you wouldn't leave alone!"

no respond.

"Cang Li! You promised to let me follow you! You broke your promise!"

Still no response.

"Cang Li, wake up..."

Her voice was already trembling with sobs.

She chased after her, layer after layer.

Time and time again, I was left behind, but time and time again I caught up.

The person in front of them never looked back.

The sound of clear water faded into the distance.

In the end, only Cang Li remained, standing alone in the boundless darkness.

The shadows on the altar slowly subsided.

Cang Li slowly raised her head.

Those eyes no longer showed a trace of white.

All that remained was pitch blackness.

He stood up.

He stood amidst an impenetrable black fog, his expression returning to its cold indifference.

The wind blew across the mountaintop, making the bells at her waist flutter.

Ding-a-ling~

……

The thirty-fifth floor.

Lin Chu and the others followed the sensations emanating from Lin Che's jade tablet.

After flying for less than half an hour, Lin Che slowed down his escape light.

"It should be just ahead."

Lin Chu looked up.

Ahead, a colossal ruin rises abruptly from the center of the mountain range.

The ruins stretch out on both sides, seemingly without end.

Even though it is already dilapidated, you can still see the magnificent atmosphere of its former days.

When Lin Chu and his group landed on the outskirts of the ruins, a large crowd had already gathered there.

A quick glance revealed at least sixty or seventy of them.

A dozen or so small, hastily set-up magic arrays were scattered on the ground. Some people sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing, while others stood with their hands behind their backs, all staring at the endless cluster of dilapidated palaces in front of them.

These people all possessed profound auras, and most of them were at the peak of True Immortal cultivation, with a few being Profound Immortals.

Unlike the cultivators at the bottom of the Emperor's Road, those who can stand here, apart from a very few rising stars, are mostly veterans who have been in the Emperor's Road for many years.

They stay there for hundreds of years.

The arrival of Lin Chu and his group did not initially attract much attention.

Several cultivators were huddled together, talking in hushed tones. One of them glanced at them casually before looking away.

Until someone inadvertently caught a glimpse of Jian Li in the middle of the group.

"That's... the Master of the Glazed Sword?"

An old man next to him rolled his eyes.

"This is the thirty-fifth floor. What are you dreaming about?"

"No, I think I really saw it..."

"Did you hit your head and go crazy yesterday? The Master of the Glazed Sword has already reached the thirty-ninth floor, how could he possibly be here..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man glanced in the direction the other man was looking.

Slowly open your mouth wider.

"It really is."

In the distance, Jian Li, dressed in white, followed behind Lin Chu with an expressionless face.

She didn't deliberately release her aura, but her sword intent, cultivation level, and appearance, which had already spread throughout the Imperial Road, convinced everyone that it was indeed her.

With a whoosh, several cultivators nearby turned their heads at the same time.

"Has the Master of the Glazed Sword descended?"

"The second half?"

"Otherwise, how many are there?"

"What was she doing coming down from the 35th floor?"

"Why are you bothering with her... Wait, isn't she following someone else?"

Only then did everyone truly notice Lin Chu standing in front of Jian Li.

He wore a white robe and a jade belt, and looked like a young man.

He was accompanied by five women, each with their own unique charm, and a young man carrying a knife.

"That's Lin Chu!"

"Lin Che is right next to me!"

"The Lin brothers."

"They must be looking for Lin Yuan."

"Nonsense, Lin Yuan should be inside the ruins right now."

"Good heavens, these three brothers together, are they even letting anyone else live?"

"This Lin Chu is said to be the most monstrous talent among them."

"..."

Although the crowd was discussing it animatedly, most of their attention was still focused on Jian Li.

After all, no matter how fast Lin Chu rises, he is still just a rising star.

As for Jian Li, that's been a legend in the Imperial Road for many years.

However, one of them is the Glazed Sword Master, a renowned figure from the Myriad Swords Divine Sect of the Origin Spirit Realm.

One is the newly born third young master of the Lin family in the Taixu Spirit Realm.

Although Lin Chu's talent is also extraordinary.

But no matter how you look at it, these two don't seem to fit together.

"What's going on here?"

"The Glazed Sword Master is still following behind him, is that appropriate?"

"Judging from this situation, it seems that Lin Chu is still in charge."

"It's not that kind of relationship, is it?"

"I'm jealous."

"Who isn't?"