The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Through the Bagua Mirror, Jia Shilan saw the Old Man Wanglong, who burned his life essence to fight the Poison Ancestor in order to cover her escape, and saw the ancient city's survivors die one by one at the hands of the Divine Transformation.

She was deeply moved.

"I can't leave. If I receive this light and do nothing, what's the point of my ancestors' efforts over hundreds of years?"

At that moment, Jia Shilan suddenly realized that her spiritual realm seemed to have improved.

It's not just his realm; his comprehension of the Spirit Illusion Path, the strength of his physical body, and even the sensitivity of his five senses all seem to be improving.

"I understand. This is the principle of 'Guardianship.' When I want to protect something, the light of the sky amplifies my power!"

A confident smile returned to Jia Shilan's face.

"Poison Ancestor, I'm not afraid of you!"

Jia Shilan decided to return to the ancient city.

Halfway there, she saw ahead a green, poisonous fog that covered half the sky.

The figure of the Poison Ancestor materialized from the poisonous mist, stepping out into the air with a black umbrella in hand.

"A, so your true appearance is that of a beautiful Eastern woman. I admire you very much."

"Poison Ancestor..."

Jia Shilan was still a little nervous.

Although she is a spirit medium, she is theoretically comparable to an ordinary spirit medium.

However, the Spirit Illusion Path she cultivated was entirely for the purpose of collecting fragments of the Ancient Jade Coin.

They are all various Qimen Bagua techniques that facilitate infiltration, escape, and deception, or techniques like the Flying Dragon Cloud-Piercing Hand that facilitates theft.

When it comes to fighting someone, she has very few tricks up her sleeve.

The Poison Ancestor's killing ability is beyond doubt.

Jia Shilan originally wanted to return to the city to help Wanglong the old man and provide him with assistance.

I never expected to be sniping against the Poison Ancestor in the middle now.

"Hand over the Light of the Sky, and I will spare your life as a reward for collecting all the Ancient Jade Coins."

Jia Shilan sneered.

"Impossible! This light is the result of generations of my ancestors' painstaking efforts; how could I possibly hand it over to you!"

"Heh, don't talk like that. It's as if the Light of the Sky originally belonged to you, Jia. Jia Xingchen also stole the Ancient Jade Coin from us. If you really want to calculate it, the Light of the Sky should have belonged to the Federation."

"The ancestral scroll says that the entrance to this light source is in your hands, and you will never open it. You want to seal the light source forever in the Sky City!"

"These matters are none of your concern, insignificant self. I'll say it one last time: hand over the Light of the Sky, and I will not kill you!"

Behind the Poison Ancestor, poisonous mist boiled, and countless demons and monsters floated and sank in the sea of ​​mist, filling the sky, a terrifying sight.

In front of this massive amount of poisonous fog, Jia Shilan indeed looked extremely small.

"I won't pay!"

The Poison Ancestor chuckled.

"Then die."

With a casual wave of his hand, the Poison Ancestor caused a cloud of poisonous mist to separate from the sea of ​​poisonous fog behind him, transforming into a giant, rampaging bull.

The bull knocked Jia Shilan away, but he was just a wooden figure.

The bull's destructive power was astonishing, plowing the ground beneath Jia Shilan's feet into flat land.

Wherever the poisonous fog passed, flowers, grass, and trees withered and died.

Jia Shilan took out a peach wood sword, its blade held horizontally in front of her brow.

"Qimen: Howling Wind!"

With a sweep of her peach wood sword, Jia Shilan summoned a strong wind, rising from the ground to disperse the poisonous mist that was spreading towards her.

"The Art of War: Fire Attack!"

The style of the peach wood sword changed again.

Jia Shilan immediately set off a ring of fire around her body.

The ring of fire protected her, preventing the poisonous fog from getting close.

To this, the Poison Ancestor merely smiled disdainfully.

"Your spiritual path is not good at combat, but my methods are not limited to poison mist."

Poison Ancestor slowly pulled the handle of the black umbrella from his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the handle sharpened into a knight's sword.

With a single thrust of his sword, he aimed straight for Jia Shilan's vital points.

Jia Shilan managed to dodge using a wooden dummy.

However, the Poison Ancestor's attack did not stop. He swept his sword horizontally with a backhand, and Jia Shilan, who was invisible, was seen through by him and swept out with his sword.

At the critical moment, Jia Shilan reacted quickly and used a strange move to protect her vitals, but she was still hit and sent flying backward, spitting blood.

"puff!"

"If I kill you, the Light of the Sky will be weakened. Oh, that would be a huge loss for Blue Star. So you'd better hand over the Light of the Sky to me intact and not force me to kill you."

Jia Shilan stood up, supporting herself with the peach wood sword, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and spat on the ground.

"Bah! Divine Transformation, Ten Ancestors, don't think I don't know your true colors. You wish the three great sources of light would all disappear, but now is not the time!"

The Poison Ancestor's gaze grew even more sinister.

"Today, you are going to die."

Having just grasped some of the power of the "Guardian" principle after acquiring the Light of the Sky, Jia Shilan now faces a world-class powerhouse like the Poison Ancestor.

This was clearly beyond her scope.

Although the source of the light of the sky enhanced her.

However, he couldn't last more than a few rounds against the Poison Ancestor.

If she had cultivated the ancient martial arts path of Gucheng, she might have had a chance to fight, but unfortunately she is neither a professional nor skilled in combat with the Spirit Illusion Path.

Poison Ancestor's knight's sword slashed through Jia Shilan's body time and time again, staining her clothes with blood.

Exhausted and battered, Jia Shilan's resolve began to falter.

The enhancements that the Guardian Source provides to her are consequently diminished.

When Poison Ancestor walked up to her, raised his knight's sword, and was about to stab her heart, Jia Shilan was already firmly locked in by Poison Ancestor's control methods and could not move.

"What light of the sky? The light source of this planet is so weak that it can't even be strengthened by a spirit illusionist. How laughable."

The Poison Ancestor makes his move.

Jia Shilan closed her eyes.

Her feelings were complicated at that moment.

Centuries of effort, the efforts of generations.

Three thousand years of guardianship by the remnants of the ancient city.

Everything was ruined because of her incompetence.

If that's the outcome, she might as well have chosen not to open the Path to Heaven, but instead handed the Ancient Jade Coin to someone more powerful, letting him deal with the world's greatest enemy.

"Don't give up, child!"

In a split second between life and death, a towering figure stood in front of Jia Shilan.

The Poison Ancestor's knight's sword shattered the newcomer's halberd and pierced his chest.

"Mr. Wanglong!"

Exhausted, Jia Shilan suddenly burst forth with astonishing strength.

She threw a powerful punch, like a bullet at the speed of light, sending the Poison Ancestor flying.

Even after Poison Ancestor fell to the ground, he was still dazed.

"Why is it suddenly so strong...? The source of this light is so extraordinary? Could this planet be an Origin Star?"

Jia Shilan embraced the old man Wanglong, who had collapsed and was now too weak to move.

The old man's body became hunched and short again, his hair turned white, and wrinkles reappeared, showing his advanced age.

"Child, do not cry. I did not die for you, but for the promise of my people: to protect the Holy Light for generations to come."

Jia Shilan was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have opened the Path to Heaven. I only thought about fulfilling my ancestors' last wish, and I never expected it to bring you such a great disaster!"

"Child, you are not wrong. We are the same kind of people. How can we betray the teachings of our ancestors? Believe in yourself, comprehend the mystery of 'protection,' and you will surely defeat him..."