The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

The final lightning tribulation completely dissipated, and the cultivator in black robes stood between heaven and earth, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.

Finally, before the tribulation clouds dissipated, the spiritual rain spread, and the heavenly ladder descended, he raised his hand and summoned a spiritual sword.

"Hey, apprentice! Watch closely!"

He raised his hand. "This is my last strike."

The sword energy swept across ten thousand miles, and the prepared spiritual rain transformed into a vast expanse of snow, falling rapidly across the world, almost like a blizzard.

Kaiyang sensed the power of the rules of destiny, but before he could fully understand why he had to unleash this sword strike, his vision was obscured by the snow curtain, and a powerful, icy spiritual force forcibly pulled him towards it.

"I said, outsider, how much longer are you going to stay here? It just so happens that I'll take you back together."

The snow curtain blurred everyone's vision, including celestial beings and earthly people.

Only one azure figure transformed into the form of Lingxue, and a silver dragon, which was just hidden like sword energy, sped away.

Each stone that fell to the ground was instantly frozen by ice and snow.

Yan Ye did indeed cultivate the Path of Fate. Before choosing his path, he rebelled against worldly conventions and gazes, doing many things against the heavens. After choosing his path, he was once trapped by the Path of Fate. Luo Ze was not his prison, but fate was like three thousand chains, binding him.

Lin Du's appearance disrupted the direction of the chains, and every move he made severed those firmly held destinies.

Yan Ye then understood the true meaning of the predestined bond between master and disciple.

Destiny lies in choices.

It depends on each person's choice.

Now, the beast, which has been dormant for thousands of years, has achieved perfect cultivation, broken free of its chains, and become the master of its destiny.

And so, the ends of the three thousand chains were held in his hand.

With his help, Lin Du and Wei Zhi quickly set up an array, and amidst the barely perceptible heavy snow, another layer of snow quietly descended.

Within the coiled dragon, a golden ball of light had its aura concealed by the silver dragon's restriction.

Lin Du reappeared, looking down at the array patterns that had turned into snowy light, and summoned seven short blades.

If her true soul has been preserved, then she should be sent to her rightful place.

Seven short blades plunged into the earth, and the blue figure rose up and landed within the territory encircled by the swirling silver dragon.

The space barrier around the silver dragon was released in an instant, and Lin Du, holding a short blade, swiftly pierced through the golden light and plunged into the ground.

Lin Du had used the "Sending Ghosts to the Underworld" formation many times, but he never expected to use it again to send off one of his close elders.

Lin Du gripped the hiltless short blade tightly. It was clearly unsharpened, yet it still managed to cut her palm, drawing blood that dripped into the ground.

The golden true soul was instantly drawn into the underworld by the short blade, and the array patterns quickly disappeared. Lin Du, however, maintained his posture of kneeling on one knee, holding the short blade.

The snow fell heavily, and the silver dragon swam and circled. Lin Du remained silent for a long time. For the first time, he thought, if faith really works, then please... God forgive him.

One day, Lin Du will personally ascend to the Ninth Heaven, inherit the will of Taiyin, and cleanse all remaining poison.

Lin Du slowly raised his head, and a snow wolf came treading through the snow.

Chu Guanmeng was not unaware that the oath Lin Du made in his consciousness had already been transmitted into her consciousness through the contract.

The snow wolf lowered its head, passed through the silver dragon's protection, and touched Lin Du's forehead.

It's furry and cool.

"I heard you, but I can't soothe you."

Wei Zhi transformed back into human form, carrying "three jars of wine."

"It's none of your business!" Chu Guanmeng shouted.

"A continuous feast," Lin Du promised. "Three days, seven days, it's all fine."

Chu Guanmeng reluctantly retracted her claws, transforming back into her former fluffy ball, and landed on Lin Du's shoulder.

Hou Cang met Lin Du's eyes through the vast snowstorm.

The restrictions within his body completely disappeared.

But inexplicably, he was no longer sad.

On the other side, the heavenly ladder finally descended, and Yan Ye looked at Lin Du, "Traitor! I'll be waiting for you in heaven!"

He grabbed one of the boys in each hand, with a disheveled boy following behind, and shouted, "Let's go!!"

Lin Du straightened up and waved his hand forcefully at him, "Hurry up and get going. Make something of yourself before I go up there, or you'll need me to protect you later!!!"

As Yan Ye looked up, he grinned and said, "Why don't you go see where your old man's sword has reached? You want to surpass me? Ha."

He ascended to heaven so gracefully and effortlessly.

The celestial ladder slowly disappeared, leaving behind the wailing voice of a child, tumbling and crawling, crying, "Immortal Lord! Two Immortal Lords! Wait for me!"

Lin Du stood there, smiled, and turned to look at Hou Cang. "Senior brother, since we're already here, shall we go see where Xue is?"

Hou Cang slowly stood up. "I want to make a vow to Heaven."

"Hou Cang, the ninety-ninth generation disciple of the Supreme Sect, hereby swears, with Heaven and Earth as witness, that I will slay all evil spirits under Heaven, and I will not achieve perfection until all evil spirits are destroyed."

As he spoke, he summoned his spirit sword and, together with Lin Du, flew towards the end of the snow.

On that day, the leader of the array formations, Immortal Venerable Yan Ye, witnessed his only disciple, Lin Du, ascend to the position of leader of the array formations, and after achieving perfect merit, he immediately ascended to heaven.

The ultimate victors of the Lingwu Tournament were a brother and sister duo who were unparalleled masters. One of them possessed unparalleled mastery of the Hidden Edge Sword technique, while the other was blessed with boundless divine power and was both wise and brave.

No one remembers that person who came to Kaiyang, as if that person had never left any trace.

Only a handful of people remember.

It is said that those who witnessed the ceremony that day saw two truly magnificent snow scenes.

One is the snow line stretching for thousands of miles along the forest crossing, and the other is the frost and cold of Yan Ye's sword spanning ten thousand miles.

After the heavy snow, the once barren desert land seemed to have gained a touch of spiritual energy.

On that day, two people walked through the snow and fought their way into the snow-covered demon realm. With a sword and a fan, they fought against ten lords one by one. Before the snow stopped, they killed nearly ten thousand demons and returned with smiles on their faces.

The following day, in the final of the mechanical arts competition, Yuan Ye of the Supreme Sect single-handedly set up a defensive fortress in the vast array of defenses, becoming the champion of the mechanical arts competition and attracting countless people to rekindle their interest in mechanical arts.

On another day, in the final of the weapon refiner competition, Yan Qing of the Supreme Sect refined a Heaven-grade magic weapon that combined offense and defense. When it landed, it could automatically weld the edges of the two formations together. With his ingenuity, he and a thousand-year-old weapon refiner who had refined a Yellow-grade spiritual treasure were tied for first place.

A month later, at the Alchemy Competition, Xia Tianwu, a disciple of the Supreme Sect and a disciple of the Living Judge, had already made a name for himself by refining a spiritual liquid that could neutralize artificial demons. In the competition, he also used his superb tempering techniques and special refining methods to refine a ninth-grade Heaven-level pill, officially succeeding his master as the leader of Alchemy.

From then on, the reputation of the Supreme Sect, after a century of silence, once again resounded throughout the entire Dongming Realm.

It is not the number one sect in Zhongzhou, but rather the number one sect in Dongming Realm.

The Supreme Sect is unsurpassed by anyone.

In the same month, the Culinary Cultivation Competition, which had been forgotten by the cultivation world for many years, was revived by the leader of the newly established powerful sect in Zhongzhou, the Tongtian Sect.

Lin Du sat on the judges' panel with Han Yueling, and every hair on the white-haired dumpling's body seemed to radiate happiness.

As they ate, Chu Guanmeng belatedly realized, "No, the banquet invited you to be one of the judges, so you brought me here. Is this what you meant by a continuous feast?"

Lin Du nodded. "Just tell me, is it a three-day feast?"

Chu Guanmeng looked at the pure spiritual food in front of her with a dull gaze. It seemed to be fine, but something seemed off.

"I remember there's a Talisman Master Conference coming up soon, and your seventh senior sister seems to have been looking for you for several days."

Lin Du covered its mouth, "Eat first, don't say things that will ruin our appetite."