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At first, Yu Qingsnow was puzzled as to why her master, who had always been against killing, would provide her with a living target for practice. However, after hearing the Ice Snow Consort's explanation, she understood. Now that she knew Zhao Yang was safe, she recalled the heartbreak of witnessing the boy who would sacrifice everything for her perish before her eyes.
She vowed that if she survived, she would become the most powerful cultivator among her peers, protecting those she cared about.
Now, in a world thrown into chaos, the once patient Yu Qingsnow trained tirelessly day and night. With the guidance of the Ice Snow Consort, her skills had reached the Perfected Dao Fruit Stage, just a step away from breaking into the Great Ascension period. Moreover, her ice and snow True Qi had been cultivated to its peak, capable of suppressing any True Qi of the same level.
"Turns out she's just a girl with an Ultimate Attribute. How peculiar! But to think a mere Dao Fruit Stage girl could contend with us Old Monsters who have lived for thousands of years—what a joke!" laughed a Taoist clad in yellow robes.
"Kill this girl! We'll restore our cultivation first and then take care of her arrogant master. They really don't know their place," said a somewhat plump elder, finding it laughable that anyone would underestimate seasoned warriors like them.
However, all that awaited them was Yu Qingsnow's sword. She wasn't killing these people merely for practice; it was to quell her own pain. She had no mood for sparring; instead, a murderous intent surged within her. In an instant, sword flowers filled the air as ice and snow danced wildly. The Bamboo Gate Ancestor suddenly felt overwhelmed.
"Friends, aren't you going to help?" The Bamboo Gate Ancestor exclaimed in shock, bewildered by how formidable Yu Qingsnow had suddenly become.
Seeing that the Bamboo Gate Ancestor was in danger of being killed, the other old monsters exchanged glances and decided to join forces to capture the girl before them. As Yu Qingsnow swung her sword, she sent several of them flying aside. Although they were all experts at the Tribulation Period level and not ordinary individuals, they could only frown slightly before easily dodging Yu Qingsnow's astonishing strike.
Thud!
The Bamboo Gate Ancestor was cleaved in two by Yu Qingsnow's sword and turned to ashes. The others were taken aback, finally realizing how terrifying this girl was.
"Her Ultimate Attribute can inflict devastating damage on us who should have decayed long ago. Even a scratch could lead to immediate death! Let's attack together!" shouted the Yellow-Robed Daoist as he took the initiative to strike.
Faced with so many Old Monsters, Yu Qingsnow remained indifferent and directly summoned King Yu's Zither.
"Not good, it's King Yu's Zither!" a Short, Lean Old Man shouted as he turned to flee.
They were all people from within the last six thousand years, and they had heard of the divine power of King Yu's Zither. The sixth string could sweep away any cultivator of the same level, while the seventh string could even destroy those in the true Tribulation Period. The music of King Yu's Zither contained a Dao Power capable of exterminating gods and demons; no matter how high one's cultivation or how extraordinary their movement techniques, they could not escape. The cells of the human body would be directly annihilated by King Yu's Zither.
This was an unparalleled killing weapon that could not be defended against. There had always been those who feared King Yu's Zither and sought to destroy this Dao Treasure, but the cost was exorbitant. Throughout history, every King Yu had at least reached the Dao Fruit Stage; those below the Great Ascension stage could do nothing against him. No one at the Great Ascension or Dao Fruit Stage would want to seek death for no reason. Moreover, the King Yu clan had always kept to themselves and did not provoke others; as long as they were not disturbed, no one would seek trouble with them. This was why King Yu's Zither had been preserved until now, remaining a Dao Artifact that instilled fear across the world.
"Trouble! This place has been set up with a formation by that woman. Our strength has yet to recover; we cannot break the formation and escape!" The Short, Lean Old Man cried out in despair as he was turned to ashes by Yu Qingsnow.
Several hours later, Yu Qingsnow emerged covered in blood. The Ice Snow Consort had set up a formation that trapped those Old Monsters in the Tribulation Period, preventing their escape. Thus, those Old Monsters attempted to fight Yu Qingsnow with everything they had, hoping for mutual destruction. No matter how profound their cultivation or unique their techniques were, unless they possessed a bug-level divine art like Zhao Yang's, they were ultimately doomed.
A group of unparalleled masters who were invincible in their respective eras ended up dying at Yu Qingsnow's hands. She showed no hesitation as she killed them; blood streaked across her stunning face, yet she seemed indifferent.
She thought again of that calm-faced youth.
At that moment, the youth was also thinking of her.
The boy lay on the roof of Xuanfo Temple, a blade of dogtail grass in his mouth, resembling an innocent farm boy. However, he gazed at the crimson moon above with brows slightly furrowed.
"Zhao Yang, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Long Xiao Wu gently landed on the roof and sat beside Zhao Yang, also staring at the crimson moon and lingering stars in a daze.
Zhao Yang sighed softly: "I have this feeling that something is about to happen. Outsiders think I'm fearless, but in reality, there are many things I fear. I am human, not an exalted immortal. Sometimes I don't know what to do. With such chaos today, as cultivators, we cannot hide from it. I carry Ginseng King and many secrets; if others come to kill me, I have nothing to say. But if someone targets my family and friends with ill intent, what should I do?"
Long Xiao Wu sighed as well: "I have been away from home for many years and don't know how my father and the others are doing. Recently, I've wanted to return to Dragon Domain to take a look. The High Priest has been trying to meddle in my Dragon Domain affairs; I need to warn my father and uncles."
Once upon a time, the conversations between the two young men shifted from topics like Cultivation Methods and beautiful women to the great affairs of the world, encompassing life and death, security and danger. Zhao Yang's concerns were not unfounded; in a world thrown into chaos, ordinary lives could not be controlled. If a cultivator went mad in anger, an entire royal city could be destroyed in an instant, and even they, as cultivators, could not dictate their own fates.
The resurgence of numerous ancient beings from the Tribulation Period and the overwhelming strength of the demon race posed constant, unknown threats that kept everyone on edge. This was a harsh reality where no one was invincible or immortal.
There were still many things Zhao Yang did not know about the world. For instance, he was unaware of when the moon in his eyes had turned such a terrifying shade of blood red. He only knew that countless hidden sects had emerged and that the demon race had been eyeing the Cultivation world with intentions of unification, seeking to turn all races into demons. He was aware of the sinister ambitions of the Yinshan Five Elders, who plotted treachery and even sought to annihilate the Cultivation realm.
Yet he could not understand why he felt an inexplicable sense of worry or what the blood-red moon in the sky truly represented.
The next day, news of the demon invasion swept through the Cultivation world once again. The Overlord Sect and You Xian Sect were annihilated overnight, and all seven remaining Demon Generals were mobilized, clearly signaling the start of a war against Zhongzhou.
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