Finally Reaching the Far Travel Realm

Of the sixty-one Middle Five Realms demons imprisoned here, few remained.

Today, Nian Xin's sewing was especially critical: the final stage at the spine.

Old Deafy stood with his hands behind his back, having come specifically to observe the sewing.

As a demon, watching people suffer was always more satisfying than watching them enjoy good fortune.

The white-haired boy stood nearby, calling him grandson.

Old Deafy answered, then played deaf.

Chen Ping'an had long since sat in dead meditation, his mind immersed within. Embroidery needles had been driven into all of his Three Souls and Seven Spirits, pinning them firmly in place by Nian Xin. This was to prevent Chen Ping'an from being unable to bear the pain, losing control of himself, and ruining the sewing process, where every link interlocked and not the slightest mistake could be permitted.

For this sewing, Nian Xin was making a wedding dress for the young Yin Guan, and she had spared no effort.

The reason was simple: she would never again have such an opportunity to hone her craft in her lifetime.

And once she succeeded, Qi cultivators from at least two worlds—especially those sanctimonious genealogy Immortal Masters of the sects—would know exactly what unprecedented, unparalleled feat Nian Xin, a Cloth Sewer treated like a rat scurrying through the streets, had accomplished.

Just as any mention of chess in the human world was bound to lead to White Emperor City, and any mention of Dao techniques could not bypass a Celestial Master.

So Nian Xin desired success even more than Chen Ping'an did.

To the point that even a Jade Purity Realm Cloth Sewer, after wielding her knife and needles for too long, would often feel her eyes grow dry and sore. She picked up the Sword Nurturing Gourd at hand, poured out