After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

Ming Zhongqing simply looked up and pointed to the sun in the sky.

Even cultivators who have embarked on the path of cultivation generally do not like to look directly at the sun.

Except for... Ming Zhongqing.

The sun felt like home to her.

When Ming Zhongqing had nothing to do, he liked to watch the sun.

Shi Yan squinted at the sun in the sky.

Sure enough... the sun looked as if it had been sliced ​​in half, then pieced together at a slight angle.

Subconsciously... Shi Yan reached out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the sun in the sky.

But the next second—

Shi Yan and Xiao Nu Ba had already disappeared from the spot.

Ming Zhongqing didn't even have time to grab Shi Yan's sleeve.

When she looked up again, the sun had returned to its perfect circle.

Shi Yan and Xiao Nuba appeared in a wilderness.

It was like an endless wilderness... all that could be seen were the rusty remains of broken swords, some long and some short, scattered across the barren hills.

Shi Yan had seen this scene before.

Isn't this just a sword bone... Just kidding, isn't this the "Sword Tomb"?

She looked up, and in front of her was a white jade plaza that looked similar to the "Thirty-Three Sword Pavilions" in the "Sword Tomb".

A magnificent building, similar to the "Thirty-Three Sword Pavilions," stands quietly in front of you.

Teacher Yan grabbed the little girl Ba's ankle.

The fairy of Yaotai from a thousand years ago was quite interesting... she actually buried Loulan in a small world that looked almost exactly like the place where she died.

She walked towards the direction of Baiyu Square.

To Shi Yan's slight surprise, there were already people in Baiyu Square.

Moreover... it's someone Shi Yan is very familiar with...

only--

The situation seems a bit bad.

The figure standing in the square slowly turned around after hearing Shi Yan's footsteps.

A raging fire of resentment seemed to burn in those heterochromatic golden-red eyes.

"Master... said..."

The Pure Color Mandala gritted its teeth, and boundless demonic energy exploded violently in the square.

There are only three people in this world.

The teacher said, "Little girl Ba, pure color mandala."

Therefore, Jingse Mandala's cultivation level was only slightly higher than Shiyan's.

But... isn't that a coincidence?

Nourished by the demonic essence of the Womb Mandala, Shi Yan's current cultivation level is [Jade Palace Realm Ninth Rank (Pending Breakthrough)].

Therefore... the cultivation level of the Pure Color Mandala is naturally at the Nascent Soul stage.

Moreover, it's not just any ordinary Nascent Soul Realm; it's an enhanced version of the Nascent Soul Realm as described by Master Shiyan.

[Initial Realm... First Stage]

"Pure color?" Shi Yan looked at the girl.

"Sister Jingse?" Little Ba, perched on Shi Yan's shoulders, looked nervously at the familiar yet unfamiliar person.

"Master—Yan!!!" came the angry roar.

The voice of the pure-colored mandala was almost hoarse.

"Was that...just my imagination?"

Shi Yan looked at the Heavenly Demon rushing towards him.

Is she...crying?

Is she crying?

"You...die!!!" The violent demonic energy seemed to tear the earth apart. "Die—!"

Chapter 318 The Death of Shi Yan? What exactly were Loulan and Shi Yan...? [5K words in one chapter]

The tyrannical demonic energy gathered in the Pure Color Mandala's hand into a long, narrow, blackish-purple sword.

The sword's edge looked almost exactly like Shi Yan's "Dance of Fine Snow".

That's only natural.

As a demon who signed a contract with the Lord of Loulan.

As the legendary demon that the Lord of Loulan fed with his own body.

It's only natural that the pure-colored mandala would conjure up a demonic sword that is almost identical to the sword of Loulan.

With his left hand holding the little girl Ba's ankle, Shi Yan hesitated.

She didn't know what the Pure Color Mandala had seen in the Tomb of Loulan, nor did she know what had happened during the time the girl had been away from her.

Looking at the tears streaming down Jingse Mandala's face, almost soaking the girl's small face...

Even Shi Yan felt sorry for her.

What exactly happened?

She quickly retreated with her little girl, shouting, "Pure color!!!"

The master invoked the pure color mandala.

The little girl Ba, who was riding on Shi Yan's shoulders, also called out to Sister Jing Se in a panicked, crying voice.

But... the Pure Color Mandala still swung its sword at Shi Yan and Xiao Nu Ba.

The sword energy, seemingly capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, grazed past Shi Yan's side in an instant.

A long, narrow crack was instantly cleaved into the white jade plaza of the mountain stone.

If Shi Yan had possessed the ability to split rocks in the "Sword Tomb," he wouldn't have needed to sacrifice the entire "Thirty-Three Sword Pavilions" as material for his breakthrough.

Shi Yan tilted his head slightly.

She stared at the raging sword energy.

The crescent-shaped, jet-black sword energy continued to extend into the distance, only slowly shrinking away hundreds of meters away.

You should know... the Pure Color Mandala wasn't just splitting up an ordinary square.

The work she cleaved was a masterpiece left by an immortal, almost on par with the "Thirty-Three Sword Pavilions" in the "Sword Tomb".

It would be impossible for an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator to accomplish such a thing.

Only a pure-colored mandala with profound knowledge of the mortal world can accomplish this when extremely angry.

Moreover... her cultivation level shouldn't be described as the Nascent Soul Realm.

That was the [Initial Realm].

It means the state of being at the beginning of chaos.

Even at the first level of the Initial Opening Realm, he is still an invincible being within the Nascent Soul Realm.

But none of these are the key points.

Shi Yan watched the sword energy gradually disappear behind him.

If Pure Color Mandala had thought it through, this sword could have been aimed directly at her own forehead.

But... she held back.

Shi Yan watched as the clear tears streamed down the girl's face.

At that moment... Shi Yan didn't even know if he could still use the term "heavenly demon" to describe the girl.

Has anyone ever seen a celestial demon shed tears?

Aside from what Loulan witnessed a thousand years ago when he personally sent the Pure Color Mandala back to the outer heavens, he is probably the first person in history to do so.

“Jingse… hasn’t lost her mind, has she?” Shi Yan stood there, looking at the girl standing not far in front of him.

Jingse Mandala stood there, tears streaming down her face as if they were free.

Tears blurred her vision, so she raised her hand and casually wiped them with the back of her hand.

"It's just tears blurring your vision, don't think about it so much!!!" Feigning indifference, Jingse Mandala drew her sword with both hands and charged towards Shiyan's direction again.

If they just keep quiet and don't say anything, that's fine.

After exchanging just a few words with Shi Yan, Jingse Mandala's tears immediately flowed even more fiercely.

"It's happening again..."

"It's happening again!!!"

"This guy was— a thousand years ago."

"This guy is still the same a thousand years later!"

"Relying on...relying on my slight favoritism towards her, relying on that insignificant contract I had with her..."

"You really think I wouldn't dare to do it?!"

With red eyes, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She brandished her heavy sword and slashed at Shi Yan.

"fraud!!!"