Truth and Falsehood Are Not Important

In the blink of an eye, everything settled.

The Joy Lantern Priest didn't even manage to escape with its shattered Yin God, and the entity behind it couldn't take it away.

After Cècè tossed the Yin God into the abyss at the end of the slope, it returned to its original state. The Abyss of Despair, which had been paused, resumed its usual appearance, as if nothing had changed.

Yu Ziqing didn't pay too much attention to these matters. He stood in place, closing his eyes to feel the changes in his body.

Every time he unleashed an attack, the temporary power he gained didn't immediately dissipate after the opponent's death. The short period it lingered was what Yu Ziqing found most crucial.

The enemies he had encountered before were too weak. Even if he could draw his sword and kill them instantly, the power gained wasn't that significant.

Yu Ziqing had speculated on two possibilities: First, his information might not have been detailed enough, only meeting the minimum requirement to trigger the judgment.

Second, it might be unnecessary to use a cannon to swat a fly. Of course, Yu Ziqing felt this guess wasn't entirely accurate. It was more likely that if an opponent had a hundred health points and he could deal ten thousand damage in one hit, the opponent would only lose a hundred health, and maintaining a significant damage overflow was sufficient.

The last time he drew his sword, it triggered the path of Body Refining, with Blood Essence surging like a furnace.

This time, Yu Ziqing had expected some fancy sword techniques, but to his surprise, he ended up gaining the power of Spirit Refining, just like the Joy Lantern Priest.

Without fine control, the power of the spirit overflowed, his divine soul became stronger and more transparent, his consciousness grew exceptionally clear, and he could see things he normally couldn't. He could instantly discern the essence of an opponent's secret techniques, and his thoughts processed much faster.

The time taken from seeing something, feeding it back to his brain, making a judgment, and then reacting became so fast it was almost synchronized with the opponent – where true intent reached, power followed.

The Blood Essence surging within his body also became exceptionally clear, easily controlled with a single thought.

The power gained this time was fundamentally too profound. He only had instinctive control and couldn't grasp its core. For now, he could only try his best to familiarize himself with it, allowing his body and consciousness to remember and adapt to this feeling.

If he were to walk this path from scratch in the future, it would be easier than for others. At the very least, he would instinctively know the right way to proceed without making mistakes.

If this power were compared to a car, he was currently like a driver, knowing how to operate it and use it.

The path of cultivation was about starting from zero, from various intricate parts to the operating system, and finally building his own car before modifying and fine-tuning it.

He had never walked the path of Spirit Refining; he hadn't even entered it. Naturally, he was completely in the dark. Compared to Spirit Refining cultivators who possessed similar power, he was more like someone driving a dump truck to crush enemies...

After allowing his body and consciousness to remember that feeling, Yu Ziqing gave up on further research.

Asking someone who hadn't even finished first grade to study complex analysis was like telling them to sleep it off; they wouldn't even grasp it in their dreams...

To avoid wasting time, Yu Ziqing focused on using the power he had just gained to complete his Body Refining.

It was simply too convenient to control with this power.

The moment the thought arose, the restless Blood Essence became like docile lambs, circulating entirely according to Yu Ziqing's will. The Marrow Cleansing stage of cultivation was quickly completed, and then he proceeded to open another one hundred and fifty-eight acupoints. He still had plenty of energy left, wasting very little and consuming even less.

Also, to not waste this rare cheat-like experience, Yu Ziqing first opened thirty-six death acupoints, then the remaining seventy-two Vital Acupoints, and finally opened all fifty mysterious acupoints.

At this point, a sense of emptiness washed over him, his consciousness becoming somewhat blurry. The exceptionally clear surroundings seemed to be veiled in a layer of mist, no longer visible.

Yu Ziqing stood in place, adapting for a long while before he could reorient himself.

Everything around him remained unchanged, but the transition from abundance to scarcity was difficult, and he found it somewhat uncomfortable.

Old Yang had said more than once that the one hundred and eight Vital Acupoints and fifty mysterious acupoints weren't particularly useful, especially the one hundred and eight, which were considered relatively dangerous. Some top Body Refining experts in the past only opened two to three hundred acupoints during the acupoint-opening stage.

It was true that opening more acupoints in this stage strengthened the Blood Essence, but this enhancement was insignificant compared to the Blood Sea Realm, the next stage.

As for the benefits, theoretically, the lethality of the death acupoints would plummet, but that was only in theory. In practical combat, where attacks were swift and powerful, it had little significance.

Yu Ziqing didn't blindly believe Old Yang's words. He had long realized that Old Yang was someone who looked down on Body Cultivators and clearly understood and researched other things far more than Body Refining.

Regardless, Yu Ziqing felt that if they were useless, they were useless. He could simply treat them as ordinary acupoints. Since he had the ability now, he decided to tackle the difficult parts first, and he would slowly work on the easier ones himself.

He refused to believe that if there were seven hundred and twenty acupoints, why shouldn't they all be opened? If so many were useless and even dangerous, who marked them as such in the first place? How did they know which acupoints were dangerous to open?

After much thought, Yu Ziqing concluded that, in the end, it was because his scope of knowledge acquisition was too narrow.

Old Yang, perhaps to maintain his persona, felt too embarrassed to admit that he didn't know much in this area...

While Yu Ziqing was still lost in thought, Er Han, who had been flung away, charged back into the Abyss of Despair. Upon seeing Yu Ziqing and the corpse of the Joy Lantern Priest, he quickly asked a redundant question.

"Brother Yu, are you alright?"

"I don't know what happened just now, but I couldn't get in here. I was so anxious."

"We'll talk when we get out," Yu Ziqing replied, then bowed respectfully to Cècè from afar. "Thank you for your assistance, esteemed lady. We are all family, so I won't be overly polite."

Cècè ignored him, still lost in her own little drama.

Yu Ziqing pointed at the corpse of the Joy Lantern Priest.

"Clean it up. Don't dirty their place. Take it out and dispose of it."

Er Han dutifully dug a foot into the ground, excavating the corpse along with the soil.

Leaving the Abyss of Despair, the Village Chief and Old Yang were already waiting outside, along with some villagers with red eyes and ragged breaths, who seemed impatient.

"I'm fine, and that Joy Lantern Priest is also dead," Yu Ziqing said, then glanced back at the Abyss of Despair. "Cècè suddenly intervened. She threw the Yin God that the Joy Lantern Priest had cultivated into the abyss behind the hillside."

"Everyone disperse," the Village Chief waved his hand, telling everyone to leave.

His eyes weren't blind; he could see at a glance that the Joy Lantern Priest had been split in half by a sword. Yu Ziqing wasn't lying; he was just telling half the story.

After everyone dispersed, facing Old Yang and the Village Chief, Yu Ziqing spread his hands.

"Alright, it was me who suddenly unleashed a surge of power and split the Joy Lantern Priest in half. But that fellow had cultivated a Yin God, and even though his physical body was destroyed, his Yin God remained.

Furthermore, some power that didn't belong to him suddenly surged within his Yin God. Some runes transformed into chains, attempting to forcibly drag his Yin God out of Cècè's Abyss of Despair."

Suddenly, for reasons unknown, Cècè attacked, forcibly snatching his Yin God and tossing it into the abyss behind the hillside. After that, the Abyss of Despair returned to its original state.

Old Yang glanced at the corpse of the Joy Lantern Priest and pointed towards the locust tree forest to Er Han.

"Throw him into the locust tree forest. Don't take anything from him, throw it all in. And those white robes, throw them in too."

The storage bag on the Joy Lantern Priest looked quite high-class, undoubtedly containing many good things. But Er Han had no concept of value. Upon hearing the instruction, he immediately threw all those items into the locust tree forest.

This strange locust tree forest was voracious, swallowing everything, including the white robes, completely.

New saplings began to sprout from the edges of the locust tree forest, spreading outwards. However, for some reason, not a single new sapling spread towards the Abyss of Despair. The saplings that grew towards the village withered and died the moment they emerged.

In the end, only the saplings growing towards the side began to sprout and grow. In just a few breaths, they transformed into large trees.

Old Yang sighed.

"The chains you saw came from the White Sun Holy Mother they spoke of.

It seems this generation's White Sun Evil Sacrifice learned from their previous mistakes. They dared to act only after gaining some strength, and this generation's White Sun Holy Mother has already appeared.

Things will likely become more chaotic from now on.

They will definitely not miss this opportunity and will surely make a big fuss in the Wasteland.

We must make plans as soon as possible; this place is no longer safe."

His words cast a silence over everyone.

They became less concerned about the changes in the Abyss of Despair.

Yu Ziqing, however, felt that the Abyss of Despair seemed to be constantly changing, and it had grown stronger now.

High above the ice and snow-covered Wasteland, a ball of fire streaked across the sky, pursued relentlessly by a ball of icy blue divine light.

Suddenly, over a dozen streams of blue-gold light shot out from the icy blue divine light. The streams of light made a turn, their speed suddenly increasing severalfold, attacking the ball of fire from all directions.

A violent explosion sounded, and countless ice shards erupted from the ball of fire. The fiery mass then plummeted towards the ground.

As the halo of light dispersed, General Gongze of Great Li was covered in frozen blood splinters. His armor had mostly cracked and fallen off. The Flame Dragon Horse beneath him, where it remained intact, had transformed into a giant ice hedgehog, pierced from the inside out by countless ice spikes, while most of its body had shattered into large pieces of bloody ice fragments.

Gongze spat out several frozen blood clots, flames erupting around him, enveloping him. He looked up at the ball of light drifting down from the sky.

"An Lan, stop pretending. Do you think changing to a new magic treasure and altering your aura slightly can make you pass for someone from Great Zhen?

In Da Gan, who else could wield the Ice Frost Secret Technique to such a degree besides you?"

As Gongze finished speaking, the icy blue ball of light suspended in mid-air dispersed its divine light, revealing a woman in a black robe with a cold expression. Beside her floated an ice-spiked magic treasure, its spikes constantly falling and dissipating, while new ones continuously emerged.

"It really is you," Gongze sneered, his lips curling.

With a new magic treasure of immense power in her hand, coupled with the environmental advantage, her overall strength had increased by at least thirty percent. He knew he was no match for her.

Her identity exposed, An Lan's expression remained unchanged as she spoke to herself.

"Gongze, you intercepted Chu Ye, the Academy Head of our Da Gan's Langya Academy. Today, I will kill you here, and the Emperor of Li will have no grounds to complain."

"You're talking utter nonsense!" Gongze cursed loudly. He hadn't even seen a shadow of Chu Ye. When had he ever intercepted the Academy Head of Langya Academy?

The moment he cursed, Gongze realized that the woman was simply finding an excuse to kill him. Whether it was true or not was irrelevant.

As long as he was dead, it would be considered true.