Chu Qing returned to Stone Ridge Mountain and immediately entered seclusion.
He sorted through the three thousand runes within the stone wall, the knowledge of time and space he had comprehended, and the cultivation experiences of those prisoners.
Mingyue and the others threw Tian Buyu's second corpse into that karst cave.
This time, they handled the corpse far more easily than before. After all, they had experience now.
Once they had dealt with the corpse, they too began taking turns entering seclusion to cultivate.
They had all noticed that after Chu Qing returned from outside this time, his mood had grown noticeably heavier.
"If we raise our cultivation a little more, Chu Qing will bear a little less pressure in the future."
Some cultivated other paths, some studied countless secret inheritances, while others sorted through their own foundations.
The crow flew, the hare ran:
Chu Qing's days were exceedingly peaceful.
Every day, he cultivated, and every few days he sparred with Nangong and the others.
This little life of his left Chu Qing somewhat intoxicated.
He even felt that if things could continue like this forever, it would be exactly what he sought.
Nangong, Madam Jin, and the others were also happy to whisper sweet nothings with Chu Qing and improve their cultivation together.
They felt that such days were quite wonderful.
It was far better than the old days, when they spent more time apart than together.
But as time passed, Nangong, who controlled the intelligence from the outside world, was the first to sense unease.
The new Heavenly Court had been utterly wiped out by the Yellow Heaven Dao.
Now:
On many continents, temples devoted to Yellow Heaven had appeared.
As for Heaven, it had been abandoned by many continents.
The Yellow Heaven Dao and several other forces