There are hundreds of thousands of mountains and countless strange and unique sights.
Legend has it that this was once an ancient battlefield where ancient gods fell.
Gods died, immortals were destroyed, and the heavenly palace fell. After countless years, the Ten Thousand Mountains came into being.
Different gods and immortals nourish different mountains and soils, resulting in a variety of wonders.
For example, Xueyan Peak has snow on the left side all year round and raging lava on the right side.
Such a unique landscape is unique in the entire Qingming Daozhou.
This Xueyan Peak is the place where Ye Qinghan practices, and it is also inexplicably compatible with Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan’s name contains the word “Han”, which corresponds to the “Xue” in Xueyan Peak.
However, what Ye Qinghan cultivated was the fiery "Flame Demon Prison Martial Emperor Sutra", which corresponds to the "flame" in Xueyan Peak.
Ye Qinghan’s cave is located on the hillside on the left side of Xueyan Peak.
There was a vast expanse of white snow here, and only Ye Qinghan's cave, built with magma and fire minerals, was very eye-catching.
"In fact, the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Sect still has quite a few sacred mountains for cultivation."
Ye Qinghan used his true energy to erect a protective shield to protect Gu Zhi inside.
"I know."
Gu Zhi smiled and said:
"Master said this on purpose so that we can stay together."
Ye Qinghan's cheeks flushed slightly:
"Since you knew that, why didn't you refuse?"
Gu Zhi did not answer but asked:
"Why should I refuse? I'm happy to be with my senior sister."
Ye Qinghan's face turned even redder.
"Well... let's go inside first."
Ye Qinghan suddenly didn't know what to say, so he took Gu Zhi's hand and walked into the two-story building built of lava mine.
"This small building was built for me by my master. He used to come here often to guide me in my cultivation, so it just happened to have two rooms."
Ye Qinghan brought Gu Zhi to the second floor and introduced:
"Later, my martial arts training progressed by leaps and bounds, and Master rarely came over, so this room became vacant."
Ye Qinghan said this as he cleaned the house for Gu Zhi.
"Senior Sister, I can do it myself."
Gu Zhi stopped Ye Qinghan and asked:
"I've long known that Senior Sister isn't cultivating the path of immortality, but rather the path of martial arts. I know very little about martial arts, so I wonder if Senior Sister could explain a little bit?"
Ye Qinghan was still cleaning the room for Gu Zhi, and at the same time, she was also answering questions for him:
"In Qingming Daozhou, cultivation is divided into cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts."
"The nine realms of immortal cultivation are Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, spirit transformation, emptiness training, fusion, Mahayana, and tribulation crossing. Each realm is divided into nine levels."
"The realms of warriors are much simpler, from the first realm to the ninth realm. Each realm is also divided into nine levels. However, once a warrior reaches the fifth realm, he is considered a martial arts master. The sixth realm is a grand master. The seventh realm is a martial king. The eighth realm is a martial saint. The ninth realm is a martial emperor."
"In the past, the Prison-Suppressing Martial Emperor possessed a pure demonic body and created the 'Flame Demon Prison-Suppressing Martial Emperor Sutra', conquering all nineteen continents."
"I also have a pure demon body, and the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Sect happens to have the fragments of the 'Flame Demon Prison Martial Emperor Sutra', so Master allowed me to follow the path of martial arts as well."
Gu Zhi suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."
Seeing this, Ye Qinghan couldn't help but recall that Gu Zhi had returned to the Gu family for more than two months and had not even entered the Gu family's library. Hatred towards the Gu family surged in his heart.
"Xiao Zhi, there are many books on cultivation on the first floor. You can read more when you have free time."
"Also, on Chaotian Peak, there is the Sutra Library of my Ten Thousand Blood Demon Sect. You can enter and exit at any time."
After Ye Qinghan finished speaking, he and Gu Zhi almost finished cleaning the house.
Ye Qinghan brought out another quilt from her room:
"This was prepared for me by my master when I first came to the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Sect. I've kept it covered for many years, but I've washed it, so it's absolutely clean. But if you find it objectionable..."
"I don't mind."
Gu Zhi took the quilt:
"Why would you dislike it?"
Ye Qinghan's cheeks turned red again:
"Then... then you should rest well. You must be tired after going through so much. Have a good sleep."
"Okay, good night, Senior Sister."
Gu Zhi watched Ye Qinghan walk out of the room and carefully made the quilt.
Lying on the bed, Gu Zhi smelled the faint fragrance and fell into a deep sleep.
It's late at night.
Ye Qinghan suddenly opened his eyes.
She came to the window and looked at Gu Zhi who was sleeping soundly, a happy smile appeared on her face.
As long as Gu Zhi is doing well, she will be happy.
Ye Qinghan stood outside the window, staring at Gu Zhi for half an hour before leaving.
Ye Qinghan left quietly and walked into the snow.
Ghost Mountain.
This is the territory of the Immortal Demon Sect.
It is also the place where the Liaoguihu practices.
There are always howling winds here and the air is filled with ghosts.
But Liao Guihu practiced the "Ten Thousand Souls Demonic Sutra" of the Immortal Demon Sect, and the Yinhun Mountain was a treasure land for him.
Liao Guihu begged Feng Yuhui for a long time before being allowed to practice in Yinhun Mountain.
Therefore, Liao Guihu cherishes the opportunity to practice in Yinhun Mountain.
As long as there is nothing else to do, Liao Guihu will practice hard in Yinhun Mountain.
For example, now.
The Fanged Ghost Tiger was sitting cross-legged in the void.
Wisps of black mist swirled around him.
There is a soul in every wisp of black fog.
The Fanged Ghost Tiger continuously strengthens its cultivation by absorbing the energy of these black fog souls.
"Almost reaching the eighth level of Divine Transformation!"
Liao Guihu's face was full of smiles.
However, his happiness did not last long, and he devoted himself to practicing again.
However, just when Liao Guihu was full of anticipation and joy and practicing hard.
A blood-red spear suddenly pierced through the thick black fog and stabbed towards his throat.
Fang Ghost Tiger was horrified and quickly activated the talisman, fleeing far away. At the same time, he waved his hand, summoned two magic weapons, and rushed towards the blood-red spear.
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