Crash.
Jiao Wuyu reached out and grabbed them, taking off on a cloud, flying straight to Pingchang City.
She stood atop the clouds, the breeze gently ruffling her hair, dignified and beautiful, like a divine being standing tall upon the clouds.
Behind her, Jiao Chiwan tread on the rosy clouds, extrely shocked in his heart:
"Grandmother has beco so strong that she's daring to fly recklessly? Has she regained the strength of her youth?"
In the Four Viscera Realm, one can fly using a magic item.
But generally, people don't choose to fly in the wild.
After all, life is only lived once.
The unknown wilds are prone to all kinds of incomprehensible dangers.
Even on well-traveled trade routes, the ground is safe, but the sky remains extrely dangerous.
Because the death rate in the wild is very high, you never know when a Great Cultivator might suddenly die there.
This results in the ergence of wandering ghosts, whose strength varies randomly.
Flying in the sky is like lighting a golden light in the endless night sky, very easy to be attacked.
Not to ntion during this tense period.
Only those Three Elents Great Cultivators, extrely confident in themselves, have the courage to take flight.
And what's truly surprising to Jiao Chiwan is that.
Flying now, not a single danger dares attack Grandmother, those things seem afraid of her.
It feels very strange.
He suddenly had an inexplicable feeling that the entire Ash Disaster seed to form a peculiar area centered on Grandmother.
Before long, they safely flew to the outskirts of Pingchang City.
It took them several days to get here, but returning only took a little over ten minutes.
Jiao Wuyu put the people down, her face serene:
"Go back directly, do not speak of anything related to , or else great disaster may co."
"And regarding that Sword Casting Demon Manor, don't ntion any of their words, I can't see through them. I intended to probe a bit but have no ti now."
"If you speak recklessly of what happened, after I leave, those Demon Cultivators co, there will be no saving you."
"But Grandmother..." Jiao Chiwan couldn't help but start to speak, anxious: "Why not stay in the city?"
Grandmother has regained her peak, even if alone, she could elevate our status to the top tier families in Pingchang City.
This was the strength of our Jiao Family Stronghold back then.
Now, those Demon Cultivators put as much pressure on Pingchang City as we did back then.
To single-handedly dominate a mining vein and ignore the packs of wolves in Pingchang City is no simple feat.
This is a ti when one individual can suppress the world; it's not about having a multitude of old patriarchs being powerful.
In life unremarkable; in death, only serving as a moat, not to ntion that most are Four Viscera Realm cultivators, only the backbone, not the trump card of the family.
Jiao Chiwan said, "Why don't we take this opportunity to rise again?"
"If I stay, we will surely face annihilation." Jiao Wuyu shook her head, her expression calm: "If I leave, you all may survive."
"Our Jiao Family has declined to the point they don't care; they don't know I'm alive, assuming I'm dead, even less will they care about us."
"We also have no patriarchs in tombs, no need to worry about being eradicated, this ti the Red Sun is fighting its own battle, we are very safe."
There is nothing worth envying.
Be content, and function as a normal small family, then we can pass through this tribulation.
Jiao Chiwan wanted to speak but stopped, ultimately not pleading further with Grandmother.
Jiao Wuyu glanced at Zhang Huaping and the dical Fairy in her hand, hesitated for a mont, but in the end, said nothing more, and directly flew into the clouds and left.
"I will find ti to return."
Crash!
Ascended into the clouds, the wind howled around.
Jiao Wuyu took out the fierce tiger ghost she had just rolled into a black pearl.
"Woo woo woo!"
The fierce tiger ghost unbelievably made a sound of fear and submission.
It seed to instinctively revere sothing, as if it had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world.
Crash!
She opened her mouth and sucked it in, devouring it.
Her black Three Flowers on the Top radiated an increasingly pure ghostly light, looking at the obviously magnified two stars in the sky:
"They're coming to catch ."
"After so many years, I should visit ho."
...
The next morning.
Ning Zheng stood up to prepare to ascend the mountain, but saw how the two stars in the sky were becoming increasingly large, so clear even during the day.
Coming to catch soone?
He instantly understood.
He didn't choose to ascend the mountain but hid, using the accumulated 4500 points from three additional days, holding his breath, concentrating, rging into the Earth Vein.
His Shadow Spirit Root made his stealth ability extraordinarily exaggerated, rging completely with the Yin Qi-rich aura of the Earth Vein.
Crash.
The teors seed to fall faster, the sky's stars becoming larger and clearer, blinding and dazzling, revealing their true outlines.
Crack!!!
A loud thunder suddenly flashed across the sky.
The blacksmiths from the manor all walked out, dazedly looking up, countless white clouds forming two gigantic vortices, spinning rapidly.
"What is that?" The dical Fairy muttered, looking up.
"It's an eye!!!"
Countless people suddenly shouted.
The two vortices gradually beca clear, condensing, finally forming two enormous eyes, high above, like everlasting divine beings gazing upon the humble mortal beings.
As the winds howled, clouds tumbled, drawing nearer.
Then the cloud fog morphed into larger vortices, a giant face's delicate and handso visage slowly pushed open the pure blue veil of the sky, as if poking through a piece of rice paper.
Crash.
The giant had no physical form, made of energy and airflow, a colossal divine spirit ford by clouds, walking atop the mountains.
The mountains were like blocks of building toys beneath his feet.
He slowly bent down, kneeling with one knee.
The imnse face, like the might of the heavens, enveloped the entire sky above the Sword Casting Manor, the eyes eerily rotating, scanning the buildings at the manor, the village below, bypassing the old ancestor's Paper House, finally settling on the tiny blacksmiths.
Only then did the crowd see his appearance clearly.
Fog ford his robes, lightning beca threads of his garnt, thunder his breath, wearing simple white attire, a token hanging at his waist with the words [Jian Xin] inscribed.
The blacksmiths were stunned.
They rushed out, pointing and discussing, shouting towards the sky.
"So big."
"Is this Heaven and Earth?"
"Custor, do you want to buy a sword?"
"Jian Xin? Are you the senior who entered the Red House at ten, shaking the entire Xinyi Continent, without taking a single girl?"
"You were the tributor to the Xinyi King on the Xinyi Continent?"
...
A group of people, elated, holding up swords.
Jian Xin looked at them, falling into silence.
When mortals see him, they all bow and loudly call him a divine spirit.
Even local sects and cults must respectfully welco the lord's arrival.
But these people right in front, elated, holding a toothpick, asking if he wants to buy.
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