Xue Kong was walking in the air above the sky where snowflakes were flying continuously. He held a snow-white sword in his hand. The sword had a slender body and was snow-white all over, but it emitted a terrifying aura.

"This Snow Sleeve Sword is indeed a top-grade Heavenly Grade magical weapon. Its power is even greater than my Heavenly Sword... However, this sword is a woman's sword. To me, it is dispensable."

Xue Kong's mind moved slightly, and he put the Xuemei sword into the storage bag. Although this sword is good, it is not irreplaceable for Xue Kong who has a lot of treasures.

He looked ahead quietly, and saw several monks flying on swords, rushing towards him in the sky.

Most of these cultivators were young men. They stared at Xue Kong for a few seconds with unfriendly eyes and strong vigilance. When they saw that Xue Kong had no magic weapon under his feet and was standing in the air, their pupils suddenly shrank and they sped away.

Xue Kong appeared calm on the surface, but he thought to himself, "It seems the Purple Moon Nation cultivators have indeed invaded in large numbers. I've seen quite a few of them these past few days. If I hadn't revealed my Jindan cultivation, I'd probably have been disturbed quite a bit."

"Jingwu Country is in imminent danger... This matter has nothing to do with me."

"Not to mention that helping Jingwu Nation won't benefit me in the slightest, the spiritual imprints in the sea of ​​consciousness of the Purple Moon Nation cultivators are also quite strange. Not only the Foundation Establishment cultivators have them, but even the headmaster of the Frost and Snow Academy has a spiritual imprint in his sea of ​​consciousness as well."

"This matter is very strange. I cannot intervene rashly."

Before killing the headmaster of Frost and Snow Academy that day, Xue Kong also searched her soul. He thought that he would be able to see the truth in the memory of a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan, but he never expected to find the imprint of spiritual consciousness.

That powerful imprint of spiritual consciousness was actually placed into the sea of ​​consciousness of the Jindan cultivator.

It can be seen how powerful the owner of this spiritual consciousness is.

Late stage of Jindan?

Or is it the late stage of Jindan?

What kind of important information is hidden under that imprint of divine consciousness that requires such caution?

Xue Kong didn't know the answers to these questions. Although he was curious, he was unwilling to take the risk to explore them. Instead of wasting his time on unworthy things and putting himself in danger, it would be better to do his own thing.

"In the next few years, Jingwu Kingdom will probably not be at peace. In this crisis, unless Master Guanglin can successfully form an infant and emerge from seclusion, otherwise... Jingwu Kingdom will surely be destroyed."

Xue Kong galloped forward. He was already thinking about what he would do if Jingwu Kingdom was destroyed.

Should he leave Jingwu Country and go to other countries, or should he stay here and pretend nothing happened, avoiding being hunted down by the cultivators from Ziyue Country day and night?

He hasn't thought about this question yet.

Before that, he still had a few things to do.

Xue Kong turned into a long rainbow and rushed towards the northern part of Jingwu Kingdom.

In the territory of Jingwu Kingdom, the northern part is the place with the poorest resources. Moreover, the climate in the north is harsh, with rainy season all year round, and there is almost no sunshine in a year.

In the past, even people who were born and raised in the north have spontaneously migrated to other places. Most of those who can stay have a deep love for the land under their feet.

Secondly, I was attracted by the vast land area in the north and was reluctant to leave.

However, in terms of population, it is a well-known fact that the population of the North is less than one-tenth of the total population of any of the other three regions.

The most famous thing about Jingwu Kingdom is the Three Mountains and Nine Veins.

There are three majestic peaks and nine mountain ranges stretching for thousands of miles. Most of the people in the north live near these three mountains and nine ranges.

On this day, there were no continuous snowflakes flying in the sky, but continuous rain, pouring down from the sky.

Or perhaps the snow in the north is very light, and the rain is heavier. The snowflakes are wetted by the rain before they fall from the sky, and fall to the ground with a sound that is even wetter and heavier than pure rain.

"The weather here is really strange. Everywhere else it's snowing all over the sky, but here it's raining continuously."

Xue Kong was flying in the air. His cultivation allowed him to keep his clothes from getting wet even in the heavy rain. It was as if the rain was blocked by something invisible. He raised his head and looked at the sky.

There were no dark clouds in the sky, but it was still gloomy. There was no thunder, but rain kept falling. A feeling of depression enveloped the hearts of all the people living in the north.

Xue Kong sped up and rushed forward, looking for places where people were living.

"Banyun Temple... Fa Ming, this person is only at the late Foundation Establishment stage, yet he dares to claim that there is a thousand-year-old tree within Banyun Temple, and that a great being once attained enlightenment beneath it. If what he says is true, I must see this tree with my own eyes. It will surely be beneficial to my future cultivation."

"If what this person said was fabricated..." Xue Kong thought for a moment and shook his head slightly, "He had no need to deceive me at the time. If he just wanted to win my favor, he could have just said something nice like everyone else."

"But his words that day clearly sincerely invited me to come to the north to see the thousand-year-old tree."

"If there really is something fishy going on here, it's very likely that he has other intentions, and the target of that intention is obviously not me."

Xue Kong analyzed the matter carefully, and in the end he still didn't think that the other party would have any bad intentions towards him. Even if the other party had such thoughts, Xue Kong was not afraid at this time.

He moved very fast, passing through the rain.

What appeared before him was a mountain range that stretched for who knows how many miles, with no end in sight. The mountains were covered with dense forests and shrouded in mist. The scene before him was like a rich landscape painting, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Xue Kong's spiritual sense, which was in the early stage of Jindan, scanned the eight directions. At first, he did not find any human habitation. However, soon, as his spiritual sense continued to scan, he discovered a village.

Xue Kong immediately changed direction and headed straight for the village.

Pingxi Village is the only village in the remote western part of the Kaiping Mountains. It is a small village with only more than 50 households, who have made a living by fishing and hunting for generations.

At this moment, it was raining heavily, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost forming a curtain of rain.

There was not a single person in the village.

However, in the wide river three hundred meters away from the village, there was a boy about fifteen or six years old. He was in tattered clothes, clinging to the shore with one hand, holding a bamboo basket bigger than him in his arms, struggling to survive.

The heavy rain caused the river to flow rapidly. The boy could not keep his balance and could not stand up. The bank was covered with gravel, and he could only dig his fingers deep into the gravel to keep his body from being washed away by the stream.

Even though his life was in danger, he still held the bamboo basket tightly and refused to let go.

The river water quickly submerged his small body. The splashes of water from the heavy rain in the river burst into his mouth and nose, making it difficult for him to breathe. The boy tilted his head back and comforted himself, "Huanxi, you can do it."

"As long as the rain subsides a bit and the river flows calmly, you will definitely be able to stand up..."

"The adults in Pingxi Village all got through this, so you can do it too. Come on, Huanxi..."

The boy's fingers turned white, the cold river water took away his body temperature, and his vision gradually blurred.

Suddenly, he seemed to have an illusion. A person suddenly appeared on the shore and stretched out his hand towards him.