A faint breeze blew from the far north, and Luo Jianqing's figure was ethereal and invisible. He wandered across Qizhou, but no one could see him. He walked step by step across the land of the Thirty-Six States, crossing rivers and mountains, until he arrived at a cliff in Qizhou.
On the Cliff of Broken Love, the wind was cold and the clouds were dark.
A handsome monk stood on the cliff, his black hair and clothes swirling in the wind. Beside him, numerous monks passed by, heading towards the nine dangerous levels of the Cliff of Broken Love, seeking opportunities and training.
What is the situation at the bottom of the Cliff of Broken Love?
Luo Jianqing gazed into the distance, just like the ten years he had lost Xuan Lingzi. He stood atop the cliff for a long time, his gaze unfocused as he gazed towards the ends of heaven and earth. However, this time, he only looked for a brief moment before withdrawing his gaze.
The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared and appeared at the ninth dangerous level of the Cliff of Broken Love.
The abyss is still the same abyss. It was a dangerous place created by the young Demon Lord Cang Ruo forty thousand years ago in a fit of rage.
The Cliff of Broken Love is a fissure in the earth that was split open by an immortal tens of thousands of years ago, gradually forming into a cliff. Then, fifty thousand years ago, the last phoenix perished at the bottom of this fissure, leaving behind a phoenix tree. Forty thousand years ago, the young and vigorous peerless demon king arrived here and encountered the phoenix's obsession, a fellow divine beast, and the phoenix tree.
The demon king was none other than the Demon Lord Cang Ruo, the leader of the sixty-four demon lords.
The Demon Lord Cang Ruo must have felt lonely back then, as he was the only divine beast left in the world. So, looking at the almost crazy obsession of the Phoenix Princess, he did not have the heart to hurt her. Instead, he used the Cliff of Broken Love to set up nine layers of dangers and opened up an abyss leading to Yuanzhou, making this place a dangerous place that ordinary people could hardly enter, to protect this paulownia tree and this obsession.
When Luo Jianqing reached the sycamore tree, he discovered it had lost all its leaves and was completely withered. Chi Yun's obsession was gone. He walked forward silently, gently stroking the tree's dry trunk.
However, the Wutong tree still showed no response, as if it had been dead for many years.
——Starting over again, the nine dangerous levels of the Cliff of Broken Love are still there, but Wutong and Chiyun are long gone.
After resting against the paulownia tree for three days, Luo Jianqing stood up again. When he disappeared again, he reappeared at Feihua Sect.
Feihua Sect is located in Mingzhou and Chaozhou. Luo Jianqing has only been here once, but he still remembers the flowers all over the mountains that he had seen.
Standing in the sky, he quickly sensed the presence of two Spiritualization cultivators within the Feihua Sect, as well as a cultivator hidden in the back mountains who had already reached the Half-Step Immortal Realm. However, even though the cultivator was only one step away from ascending to immortality, he still hadn't detected Luo Jianqing's presence.
Luo Jianqing was only at the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, but his strength far exceeded this realm. He had touched the heavens of this world and even nearly became the Way of Heaven.
Just as Luo Jianqing had once said to Venerable Jiulian, realm isn't everything. Jiulian, at the Half-Step Immortal Realm, hadn't grasped the Eighth Deception, but Luo Jianqing, at the early stages of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, had. This was true strength.
Luo Jianqing stayed in the Feihua Sect for only three days. Like a gust of wind, he gently blew into a secluded courtyard in the Feihua Sect. There, he sat in the courtyard covered with fallen pear blossoms, pouring tea and drinking it by himself.
This courtyard was no different from what he remembered, except that he was the only one drinking tea there, and the venerable man in white was not there.
Three days later, Luo Jianqing was leaving when he saw a female cultivator in light yellow clothes approaching from a distance and landing on the mountain behind the Feihua Sect. She was beautiful and graceful, and when she landed, all the disciples bowed and respectfully called out, "Uncle Master Feng Si."
Luo Jianqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
——To do it again, the Feihua Sect is still there, and the Fairy Fengsi has not died.
The next place is Qinzhou.
Only six great families remained on Xuantian Continent. The Mohist Clan had stood firm on Xuantian Continent for thirty thousand years, possessing a profound aura and prestige. They were the foremost of the six great families, their power far surpassing the other five. It was said that during this thirty thousand years, after a certain peerless venerable ascended to immortality, the Mohist Clan had produced five more immortals, giving the Mohist Clan considerable strength.
Luo Jianqing sat in a teahouse in Qinzhou where the Mohist School was located. No one could see him, but he drank tea calmly.
In the center of the teahouse, a shrewd storyteller was speaking in rhythmic tones, "Speaking of our Qinzhou, the most remarkable sect has to be the Mohist School of Immortal Cultivation. Our Qinzhou isn't a barren place like Yuanzhou. If a plaque falls from the Qinzhou Inn, it's bound to hit three people, and at least one cultivator. Why is Qinzhou so prosperous? It's because the Mohist School has taken root here."
A middle-aged man who looked like a monk laughed and said, "Stop talking nonsense and keep talking."
The storyteller stroked his goatee and continued, "Let's talk about thirty thousand years ago. There were nine great families in Xuantian Continent, and the Mohist School was the foremost. Rumor has it that a genius emerged from the Mohist School, reaching the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm at the age of a thousand. He traveled with the then-peak master of Yuxiao Peak on Mount Taihua, and they toured the entire Xuantian Continent! Their fame spread through the ages. It's said that these two were not only close friends, but also became Taoist companions. At the age of four thousand, they ascended together to become immortals, leaving behind a legendary story."
A mortal asked curiously, "Then the genius of the Mohist school is a woman?"
The storyteller shook his head mysteriously.
A young mortal girl asked, "Could it be that the powerful being on Mount Taihua was a woman?"
The storyteller shook his head again.
Everyone was shocked, but then a handsome and refined young cultivator slammed the table and said loudly, "My ancestor was a man, and so was the Peak Master of Mount Taihua. For cultivators like us, we don't care about the so-called differences between men and women. If you don't agree, do you dare to ask the sword in my hand?"
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