After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

A fawning voice came from afar.

Song Tianqing, Sword Master, and Ice Soul Immortal, these three representatives of the righteous path, had almost humble smiles on their faces as they flew over and stopped ten feet away to respectfully bow.

They adopted an extremely humble posture, their voices trembling with a fawning tone:

"Fairy Zhaoxue's swordsmanship is divine; she can slay ten Void Refinement cultivators with a single sword strike. This is truly a blessing for our Northern Region and a boon for the righteous path!"

"The sword immortal's prowess is truly awe-inspiring! It is an honor to witness your skills today!"

"If the fairy has any requests, my Flying Snow Valley is willing to serve her like a dog or a horse!"

The three of them chatted away, showering each other with flattery.

Ding Wan's expression turned cold.

What she hates most is this kind of hypocritical flattery.

Especially the title "Ding Zhaoxue".

That was a name imposed on her by her family, symbolizing constraint and shackles.

She raised her eyes and looked at the three of them.

Just a glance.

A cold gaze, filled with endless murderous intent.

The three leaders at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

They seemed to see an invisible sword hanging above their heads, its tip only an inch from the top of their heads.

A chill of death crept up my spine and spread throughout my body in an instant.

Cold sweat soaked their backs.

"roll."

Ding Wan uttered a single word.

The sound was soft, yet it struck the three men like a heavy hammer blow to their chests.

Song Tianqing's face turned deathly pale, and he retreated repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes! We'll leave right away! We'll leave right away!"

The Sword Master was even more helpless; he immediately fled on his sword, not daring to utter a word of farewell.

Bingpo Zhenren forced a smile, bowed, and turned to leave.

The three came quickly and left even faster, like three terrified mice.

As soon as they left, the other righteous cultivators who had been watching from afar also scattered like birds and beasts.

Everyone knows the legendary temper of this female swordswoman; if she says she'll kill you, she really will, without any further words.

The power of that single sword strike that cleaved through ten Void Refinement cultivators was still fresh in everyone's mind, and no one dared to provoke such a misfortune.

In the blink of an eye, outside Donghua City, apart from Xu Ze and his two companions, only the kneeling citizens remained.

“The Song family has also left.” Mu Qinghe suddenly spoke, his tone sarcastic. “They originally planned to abandon this city, but now they are too ashamed to stay.”

Xu Ze looked towards the city.

Sure enough, the Song family's flags were being taken down, and the clan's cultivators were hurriedly leaving with their supplies.

On the city wall, the people pointed at their backs and cursed loudly:

"Bah! What kind of righteous leader! When a zombie horde comes, he'll run faster than anyone else!"

"If it weren't for Senior Xu and Fairy Ding, we would have been dead long ago!"

"The Song family, get out of Donghua City! We don't welcome you!"

A torrent of curses erupted, and the Song family cultivators lowered their heads, none daring to refute.

After today, the Song family's power in Donghua City will be completely destroyed.

Their hypocritical faces have been seen and remembered by hundreds of thousands of people.

The names of Xu Ze and Ding Wan will be passed down through generations in this city.

In fact, from that day on, Donghua City really changed.

No more statues were erected for any sects or aristocratic families in the city. Instead, two statues were cast in the city's central square: one of Xu Ze wielding a sword, and the other of Ding Wan wielding a sword. Below the statues was an inscription:

"In this time of crisis, only two true immortals stepped forward."

From then on, Donghua City became the most unique city in Beiju Luzhou, not relying on any power, not worshipping any immortal sect, and only honoring its two benefactors.

With these two statues in place, no one dares to cause trouble here.

This place became a rare haven of peace amidst the hypocrisy of the Northern Continent.

That's a story for another time.

……

"Let's go."

Ding Wan suddenly spoke and grabbed Xu Ze's hand.

Her hands were cool, like jade, but she held them tightly.

"Where to?" Xu Ze asked.

“The Mysterious Spirit Realm.” Ding Wan looked at the broken glacier in the distance. “Twenty years ago, I received the inheritance of the Qingyun Sect here.”

She paused, her voice as soft as a sigh:

"I feel nostalgic and want to go see it."

Xu Ze sensed something was off about her tone, but didn't ask any further questions. He simply nodded and said, "Okay."

Mu Qinghe followed silently, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

The three of them took to the air and flew towards the depths of the glacier.

There, the entrance to the Mysterious Realm of Mystery is fully open.

The restrictions on the stone gate completely dissipated after the ten Void Refining Corpse Kings were killed, revealing a desolate and ancient scene behind the gate.

They passed through the stone gate and entered the secret realm.

Before me lay a scene of ruins.

The magnificent palace is now nothing but ruins, its carved beams and painted rafters reduced to charred wood.

On the plaza, the patterns of the magic circle were still faintly discernible, but it had lost all its spiritual light. Even more shocking were the corpses scattered all over the ground.

Those were all disciples of the Xuanling Sect.

Tens of thousands of years ago, an unprecedented war led to the annihilation of the entire sect.

The wind blew through the ruins, making a mournful sound, as if telling the story of the tragedy of that year.

Ding Wan walked at the front, her steps very light.

She stopped in front of a skeleton.

The skeleton held a broken sword in its hand, and two somewhat blurred characters seemed to be engraved on the blade.

“This is the sword attendant of the last sect master of Qingyun Sect,” Ding Wan said softly. “When I entered the secret realm, he still had a wisp of his soul left and entrusted his legacy to me.”

She crouched down, gently took the broken sword from the skeleton's hand, and held it in her palm.

"He said that on the day the Xuanling Sect was attacked, no one in the entire sect retreated. The sect leader died in battle, the elders died in battle, the disciples died in battle, until the last person."

Ding Wan's voice trembled slightly: "They could have escaped."

"But no one escaped."

"Because behind them are the hundreds of millions of lives in Beiju Luzhou, and the lights of countless homes."

Xu Ze listened quietly, filled with a deep sense of respect.

Ten thousand years ago, there was a group of people who all died in battle to protect the common people.

Ten thousand years later, their remains transformed into corpse puppets, still guarding this land.

Although the methods have been distorted, the obsession with "protection" has never faded.

This may be the true "right path".

Rather than those hypocritical people like the Song family, the Heavenly Palace, and the Flying Snow Valley.

Ding Wan placed the broken sword back into the skeleton's hand, stood up, and continued forward.

She walked slowly and looked around very carefully.

She paused for a moment at every ruin and every corpse, as if conversing with the past.

Xu Ze followed behind her and suddenly noticed that Ding Wan's left hand was tightly gripping a communication jade slip.

The jade slip was glowing.

The faint, rapid light was like a heartbeat, like an urging.

Ding Wan neither looked at it nor responded.

She just held it, like holding a hot potato, neither wanting to pick it up nor able to put it down.

An ominous premonition welled up in Xu Ze's heart.

He recalled the sorrow in Ding Wan's eyes, her unusual gentleness, and her saying, "I miss it a bit, I want to go and see it."

All of this feels like a farewell.

"Teacher," Xu Ze couldn't help but ask, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Ding Wan stopped in her tracks.

She didn't turn around, but looked up at the sky above the ruins, where there was a crack through which she could see the sky outside.

Sunlight streamed through the crack, casting dreamlike light and shadow on that exquisitely beautiful face.

After a long while, she gently shook her head:

"nothing."

The sound was very soft, so soft it seemed as if it might shatter at any moment.