My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Gu Xing'er felt a little speechless and rolled her eyes slightly.

She stood beside Gu Changyuan, mentally simulating the scene her master had described.

She herself, a weak and pitiful little girl, stood in front of the enemy, feigning weakness.

The enemy lowered their guard.

Then "Falling Star" was drawn, delivering a fatal blow.

Gu Xing'er's eyes lit up slightly.

It seems... it really can?

Having spent a long time with Gu Changyuan since childhood, Gu Xing'er's thinking had almost become the same as his, and she felt no shame whatsoever.

Bai Ling'er was the first to resist, raising her right hand high, like a student asking a question in class:

"Master, you're setting a bad example for Xing'er!"

Gu Changyuan raised his right hand and gently tapped Bai Ling'er's forehead.

Even though there was some distance between them, Bai Ling'er clearly felt a light tap on her forehead. It didn't hurt, but it felt very real.

"What did you say?"

Gu Changyuan withdrew his hand, his tone matter-of-fact.

"What do you mean by teaching someone bad things? I call this outsmarting them."

On the battlefield, victory and defeat are the only true principles. Everything else is meaningless.

Bai Ling'er stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

Of course she knew this.

In the past, she had also used many underhanded tricks like her master during battles.

But that doesn't stop her from complaining.

......

the next day.

Gu Changyuan arrived on the deck of the immortal ship and scanned the surrounding area.

Overnight, the number of forces operating over the Cangming Sea increased significantly.

Various flying boats and magical flying artifacts densely dotted the entire sky.

However, no force dared to get too close to the very center—where Gu Changyuan's immortal ship was located.

"Um?"

Gu Changyuan's gaze paused slightly, landing on a group that had just arrived in the distance.

The team was quite large, with several airships lined up neatly.

The Tushan clan.

Gu Changyuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Tu Shan Youyao beside him:

"Xiao Yao, the people from Tu Shan have arrived. Shall we go and 'pay them a visit'?"

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Your master will avenge you."

Tu Shan Youyao stood beside her master, the sea breeze blowing her clothes and long hair.

She looked at the team in the distance, her gaze calm and undisturbed.

After a moment, she shook her head and gave a faint smile.

"No need, Master."

Her voice was soft, yet carried a sense of serene relief.

Xiao Yao didn't want to pay too much attention to them.

That's all in the past. Keep thinking about it only burdens me and adds to my worries.

She paused, then continued:

"Meeting with them again now will only make me feel uncomfortable."

After choosing to leave Tushan alone and sever all ties, Tushan Youyao had already made up her mind to cut ties with Tushan and have no further involvement with them.

During the years she became the first ancestor of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and became famous in the demon realm, the Tushan clan never shamelessly came to ask her to return, nor did they try to annoy her.

Tu Shan Youyao then stopped paying attention to the other party.

Moreover, it was previously heard that after the founding ancestor of Tushan emerged from seclusion, he learned the truth about what happened back then and directly rectified the entire Tushan clan.

Although it was a make-up effort after the fact, at least someone did what they were supposed to do for what happened back then.

Gu Changyuan looked at Tu Shan Youyao's calm profile, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

His smile deepened, and he nodded.

"Okay, then let's ignore them."

If Tu Shan Youyao wants revenge, Gu Changyuan can take action at any time and wipe the entire Tu Shan clan out of the demon realm.

But she didn't want to deal with him anymore, so Gu Changyuan let her go.

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the distant horizon.

Before long, another group of people headed towards the direction of the fairy ship.

The totem embroidered on the flag is a crown, with mountain and river patterns below, creating a magnificent effect.

Southern Continent, Zichen Dynasty.

The cities in the Nine Heavens Realm are divided into two types.

One type is an independent city that does not belong to any country.

They are managed by different forces—some are controlled solely by the city lord's mansion, some are ruled by the strongest force in the city, and some are operated through cooperation among several forces.

Another type is a subordinate city, belonging to a certain country.

The city's administrators are appointed by the state, must obey the state's commands, pay tribute to the state annually, and enjoy the state's protection.

The patterns in each state are also different.

Buddhism and Taoism flourished in the Western Continent because ten thousand years ago, human cultivators and demon cultivators in the Wanluo Immortal Realm were still at war.

The war spread to the lower realms, and the human and demon races of the Nine Heavens Realm were also embroiled in a long and protracted battle.

In retaliation, demon cultivators will enter the human realm, disregarding whether humans are innocent or not, or their cultivation level.

Even ordinary mortals cannot escape their clutches.

And Xizhou happens to be the place closest to the demon realm.

The war was most intense, and the casualties were the most severe.

The Western Continent, being the closest to the Demon Realm, suffered the most severe hardships, with its people displaced and living in misery.

As this chaos intensified, Buddhist practice began to flourish in the Western Continent. People practiced their faith, spread compassion, and helped those suffering mortals.

They protect the people while fighting against the invading demon race.

At the same time, they improved their own cultivation through the faith of mortals. Over time, Buddhism and Taoism became the mainstream in the Western Continent.

The situation is different in the South.

The Southern Continent is close to the Demon Realm. Demonic cultivators rarely attack mortals because they improve their cultivation through the "Three Qi".

These three energies can only be generated from cultivators. The higher a cultivator's cultivation level, the more concentrated and pure the three energies become, and the greater the benefit to the cultivation of demonic cultivators.

Therefore, the targets of demonic cultivators have always been cultivators with cultivation abilities, not unarmed mortals.

In order to combat the invasion of demonic cultivators, the various city forces in the Southern Continent began to cooperate with each other, choose a lord, and unite in defense.

Over thousands of years, this cooperative relationship gradually evolved into a national system.

Dynasty, Imperial Dynasty, Imperial Empire...

The Southern Continent is the region with the most powerful imperial forces in the entire Nine Heavens Realm.

The people from the Zichen Dynasty stopped not far away.

They did not approach rashly, nor did they land directly on the fairy boat.

The elderly man at the head of the group first brought the group to a stop, and then led a few people in, flying through the air.

There were eight people who came.

The three elders at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm and the five younger generation—three men and two women—were clearly the carefully cultivated successors of the Zi Chen Dynasty.

The elderly man at the head of the group bowed first, his posture respectful.

"Hou Wuluo of the Zichen Dynasty greets Senior."

Gu Changyuan stood on the deck, his gaze sweeping over the person who approached, and he nodded slightly.

"No need for such formalities."

He raised his hand in an inviting gesture:

"Let's get on the ship."

"Thank you, senior."

Hou Wuluo straightened up and gently led everyone onto the deck, where they stood in front of Gu Changyuan.

Once they had steadied themselves, the five young disciples behind them couldn't help but be drawn to the scene inside the immortal boat.

The spiritual energy inside this immortal ship is astonishingly dense, even denser than the cultivation holy land of the Zichen Dynasty.

The youngest girl, dressed in a pink dress, with bright, sparkling eyes, couldn't help but exclaim:

"Wow, the spiritual energy concentration in this immortal ship is so high! Just taking a breath makes me feel so refreshed and comfortable!"

The voice was quite loud, with no intention of lowering it.

An older woman beside her immediately tugged gently at her sleeve and whispered a reminder:

"Keep your voice down, Xiao Qi. Don't be disrespectful in front of your seniors."