Three days later.
Layer upon layer of windblown sand swept past again and again, burying half of the enormous Blood Sedan beneath its heaps of grit.
Yet the Blood Sedan itself was spotless, without a single speck of dust.
Sixteen palace lanterns still swayed, their exquisitely crafted tassels fluttering alongside them.
Gradually, all movement came to a halt.
Inside the Blood Sedan, in a space countless times larger than the world outside, elegant furnishings filled the room, with tables and chairs arranged in perfect order.
Pei Ling sat in the seat of honor. With one arm, he held Si Hong Qingyan, who had gone limp, her body as boneless as a willow. In his other hand, he held a newly made jade slip.
Recorded inside were the two immortal arts Si Hong Qingyan had obtained from the True Immortal Will.
The system had finished recording them. All that remained was to find a suitable place and have the system take over...
Although the True Immortal Will had agreed to handle this battle, so Pei Ling would no longer need to act when he challenged Wushi Villa, the outcome still concerned the success or failure of his path to immortality. He had to prepare for every possibility!
"If my avatar handles it, I don't need to worry about its share of the destiny of becoming an immortal being divided away from me..."
"But it is, after all, my avatar."
"Even though its essence is the True Immortal Will, its strength is limited by the cultivation of its physical body. There's no way it can bring its full power to bear."
"And Wushi Villa is the foremost sect of the demonic path. It's bound to be harder to deal with than the Tower of Reincarnation!"
"I still need to learn the immortal