Jianmu.
Immortal aura drifted softly like a thin veil, shrouding the flourishing branches and leaves. Clear dew pattered down, and falling leaves sang like music—a scene of peaceful years and a tranquil world.
On the path to Heaven, "Kongmeng," "Mogui," "Shiwei," and "Fu Qiong" stood solemnly with "Ling Yi," all gazing at Pei Ling, not far away.
At that moment, Immortal Power surged through Pei Ling's entire body. Profound, inscrutable qi ebbed and flowed like the tide, as countless black lines surfaced, bizarre and uncanny. In the blink of an eye, a mass of dense darkness split off behind him and became a new avatar.
As before, the avatar's outline was indistinct, like a damp ink painting, its brightness and darkness blurred together.
But soon, when Mo Lilan opened her eyes again beside him, the newly appeared avatar began to take shape with startling speed.
A graceful, lithe figure gradually emerged before them.
Her dark hair fell like a waterfall, and a veil covering her chest obscured most of her face. A pair of eyes, bright and burning like blades, gleamed beneath it. A long wind carried immortal aura past her, stirring the veil to reveal a glimpse of crimson lips, red as fire. Her beauty was vivid, yet her bearing was as cold as frost, murderous and austere. It was "Xing Hen."
After "Xing Hen" appeared, her expression seemed somewhat bewildered.
The Dao of "Origin" she had just obtained within her body also quickly vanished without a trace, and her cultivation returned to the Mahayana Realm.
The immortal art had worked. Pei Ling immediately said in a ringing voice, "This method works. Now, we're still short at least one person!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Shuang'er's clear, sweet voice rang out in his mind again. "The Liulan