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

Gu Changyuan was not surprised by the near-dumb shock of his two disciples.

In the Nine Heavens Realm, where the path to immortality is severed, "half-immortal" is already the pinnacle of their understanding. They cannot imagine higher levels of power, which is truly due to their limited perspective.

Once we lead them to ascend to the vast Immortal Realm and witness the true power of immortals and gods, their understanding will naturally be elevated.

"The problem is solved. You can take these things back to the Holy Land."

As Gu Changyuan spoke, he took out the coordinates of Icestorm Valley from his ring. With a slight thought, he read the detailed location and general information of "Icestorm Valley".

After finding out the other party's location, he then gave the ring to Qin Yu.

Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei snapped out of their daze, took the rings with both hands, and looked at their master with a gaze that, in addition to the original respect and admiration, was more awe and fervor that was almost like looking up to a god.

"Yes, Master! Your disciple will certainly not fail you!"

The two responded in unison.

Gu Changyuan nodded slightly, raised his right hand again, and a flash of light appeared in his palm. Two bones emerged and slowly flew to Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei.

"This is a sacred bone, even rarer and more precious than the Supreme Bone."

He gave a simple explanation.

"It contains complete fragments of the Great Dao Laws, which, once refined, can help you directly comprehend the corresponding laws."

Once you return to Wanbaoge, find a safe and quiet room, one person absorbs the essence while the other protects you.

The specific refining techniques and precautions have been imprinted within the sacred bones; you will learn them when you begin to absorb them.

After bestowing the sacred bones upon the two, Gu Changyuan said no more, finally concluding:

"Alright, we should continue north. See you in the Holy Land later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Changyuan, along with Bai Ling'er and Gu Xing'er, disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei stood in the air, gazing at the direction where their master had disappeared for a long time, until the last glimmer of light completely vanished.

Fang Yuwei gently nudged Qin Yu, who was still in a daze beside her, a smile playing on her lips:

"Alright, stop staring blankly. It's time to go back and deal with the aftermath. Now that Master has returned, there will be plenty of time in the Holy Land."

Qin Yu then came to his senses, nodded heavily, and a simple, honest smile appeared on his face:

"Um!"

......

Today, Gu Changyuan not only possesses the insight to see into people's hearts and distinguish truth from falsehood, but also has an almost instinctive ability to "observe the aura and fortune".

He can not only discern the goodness or evil of an individual's character and the strength or weakness of their destiny, but also perceive at a glance the overall "momentum" and "energy" formed by the convergence of all living beings in a region.

When he stood in the air above the Xuanming Sect, what he saw was not just mountains, buildings, and the aura of cultivators.

What he "saw" was a deep, murky, blackish-gray "sea of ​​karma," in which resentment, malevolence, greed, tyranny, and other negative energies intertwined and entangled.

This means that from top to bottom, the sect's style of doing things is inclined towards plunder, oppression, and even torture, and has accumulated countless blood debts and resentments over a long period of time.

Perhaps there were a few disciples who were not in control of their own destiny or whose conscience was not completely lost, but under the influence of the overall corrupt "trend," they either chose to go along with it or remain silent and numb.

Gu Changyuan had neither the time nor the interest to identify and save the possible "minority" one by one.

Destruction is the most direct and thorough way to "clean up".

At this moment, he hovered above the Ice Valley.

Several massive, perpetually frozen mountain ranges meander and guard a giant valley in the center, covered by crystal-clear ice.

The valley contains palace complexes and residential areas built with various building materials, where many monks are active or cultivating.

Overall, the scene is peaceful and serene.

More importantly, what Gu Changyuan saw was a clear, pale blue halo enveloping the sky above Ice Valley.

Although there are a few speckled spots caused by strife and selfishness, the main body is pure and peaceful, and there is even a flow of light golden merit accumulated from doing good deeds and protecting the local area.

This is absolutely not the behavior of a sect that bullies others and commits all kinds of evil.

Since that's the case, Gu Changyuan gave up the idea of ​​casually destroying the sect.

However, this does not mean that their entanglement with the Xuanming Sect can be wiped clean.

But now that they've become involved in the conflict against Wanbaoge, Gu Changyuan will never let this matter be easily forgotten.

With a thought, a terrifying pressure, vast as an abyss and heavy as a mountain, descended without warning, instantly enveloping the entire Icestorm Valley!

"boom--!"

It was as if the invisible sky had collapsed.

All the cultivators in the valley, regardless of their cultivation level or location, felt a sudden heaviness in their bodies at the same time.

The perennial ice mist in the valley was instantly dispelled and cleared by this oppressive force, revealing a clear view below.

The protective array activated on its own, and layers of ice-blue light shields lit up, but they fluctuated violently under the pressure, emitting a creaking sound as they were unable to bear the burden.

"Enemy attack—!"

"Who are you? Why have you invaded my Icestorm Valley?!"

Shouts and voices filled with shock and anger echoed throughout the valley.

In the next instant, streaks of light shot into the sky from various mountain peaks and palaces, varying in speed, but all without exception bearing immense pressure.

More than twenty figures in total finally hovered in the air above Ice Mist Valley, forming a formation. Each of them had a solemn expression, and they were all staring intently at the three figures standing in the air above them.

Although these people were shocked and angry, they did not lose their reason.

The fact that the opponent could approach silently and unleash such terrifying pressure indicates that their strength far exceeds expectations.

A hasty attack could lead to annihilation.

"May I ask who you are? Why have you suddenly descended upon my Icestorm Valley and exerted such pressure?"

If anyone from my valley has inadvertently offended Your Excellency, I humbly beseech you, on behalf of everyone in the valley, to apologize to Your Excellency and to make amends to the best of my ability.

Just then, an old yet unusually peaceful and clear female voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, subtly neutralizing some of the suffocating pressure.

Along with the sound, a raging blizzard suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the valley, in the tallest and oldest ice palace.

That was not natural wind and snow, but rather a manifestation of pure and boundless spiritual energy.

The wind and snow howled and swirled, instantly condensing into a snow and ice tornado that stretched from the sky to the ground, before rapidly contracting and collapsing inward.

As the wind and snow subsided, an old woman dressed in a plain white silk robe and leaning on a crystal dragon-head cane made of translucent ice crystals silently appeared at the forefront of the cultivators of Icestorm Valley, facing Gu Changyuan from afar.

The old woman had a kind face, etched with the lines of time, but her eyes were clear and bright.

Her figure was somewhat hunched, but standing there, she seemed to be the core and pillar of the entire Ice Valley.

Ordinary people might just think of her as a kind old woman.

Anyone with even a little cultivation could sense the terrifying power within her, as vast and silent as a glacier, yet capable of unleashing destructive force at any moment.