After a long while, Chu Qing came back to his senses, a plan forming in his heart.
At that moment, he looked toward the Stone Man mountain god.
The fellow was currently wrapped in a mass of sword light.
Every time he died and revived, Cui Moyang casually grabbed him and threw him back inside.
Cui Moyang was doing two things at once:
On one hand, she deduced the sword path; on the other, she tempered the Earth Scripture.
It looked like a waste of time, but to her, it brought tremendous benefits.
Cui Moyang had always grown stronger by killing enemies.
The more slaughter she carried out, the stronger she became.
Though this mountain god was weak, every kill gave her fresh insights and slightly raised her strength. It was far better than cultivating in seclusion alone.
"Moyang!"
"Hmm?"
"Disperse the sword light!"
"Alright!"
The sword light dispersed.
The mountain god revived out of habit.
Then he realized that this time, he had not died.
He instinctively fled into the earth veins, then closed his eyes and wept, waiting for death.
But nothing happened.
At that moment:
The earth trembled, and he heard a terrifying voice travel through the ground:
"Come out!"
The mountain god shuddered and appeared with a whoosh.
When he realized that Chu Qing had actually summoned him over with a single sentence, shame and fury filled him.
Chu Qing slapped him across the face.
Stone exploded, and his entire head was smashed into lime.
Crack!
The mountain god recovered and begged, "Don't kill me anymore."
"I'll listen!"
"I won't obstruct you from forging your foundation!"
Chu Qing smiled. "Kneel when you speak to me!"
Thud!
The mountain god knelt.
After being killed hundreds of thousands of times in a row, it might not have hurt,