She's Back

The situation is clearly beyond repair.

This wasn't just a lost battle; it was downright absurd and one-man show.

A Half-Venerable, stepping on a silk thread, casually beat more than ten of the world's top Prodigy Supreme Being!

Although he had long anticipated Qin Wangchuan's strength, witnessing this scene in person still completely overturned Gu Tianye's understanding.

That was the Supreme Being! The ultimate goal that countless cultivators could only look up to in their entire lives, yet now it was like a lamb to the slaughter.

Doesn't he have any weaknesses?

Gu Tianye gazed at the figure strolling leisurely amidst the radiant light of Technique Method, and murmured to himself unconsciously.

The sound wasn't loud, but it stood out remarkably clearly in the oppressive atmosphere.

"Weaknesses? Yes, there are."

A somewhat indifferent voice came from the side.

Upon hearing this, Yun Zexuan turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Gu Tianye.

Upon discovering that the person was from Middle Thousand Provinces, a sneer curled at the corner of his lips, his gaze as if he were looking at a child who had not yet grasped the reality of the world.

Yun Zexuan raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic battlefield and landing directly on the figure suspended high above the Heavenly Suspended Silk.

Aren't we taking advantage of his weakness?

"What?" Gu Tianye was taken aback, not understanding the logic behind it.

As they were talking, a huge fragment of Dharma Manifestation, carrying the remaining power of heaven and earth, tore through the smoke and crashed down towards where they were.

A strong wind blew against my face, making my clothes flutter loudly.

Yun Zexuan didn't even look, his figure drifting back half a step—the step was so precise it was as if it had been measured with a ruler, not a fraction more, not a fraction less.

Boom!

The boulder landed, sending up clouds of dust.

He ignored it, adjusting his cuffs amidst the deafening roar, his tone chillingly calm:

"Qin Wangchuan's greatest weakness is that he has not yet broken through to the Supreme Being."

"If it were him, who has reached the Supreme Realm, standing there right now... we might be gone in an instant, and we wouldn't be able to put up this resistance."

Gu Tianye opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

What kind of weakness is that?

Is his weakness because he's not strong enough to "kill us with a single glance"?

This is utterly hopeless.

"And he hasn't even revealed his strongest weapon yet."

After speaking, Yun Zexuan involuntarily raised his gaze upwards.

His gaze passed over Qin Wangchuan's shoulder and landed on the strange Light Wheel that hovered quietly behind the illusory figure, slowly rotating and radiating an indescribable Dao Rhyme.

The Light Wheel was not dazzling; in fact, it was somewhat hazy. Amidst the dazzling radiance of the Daoist magic, it was inconspicuous and as still as if it did not exist.

But in Yun Zexuan's eyes, that was the most terrifying thing on the entire battlefield.

The Wheel of Fate —an unknown magical Law Treasure that once annihilated Pseudo-Immortal Body.

"No matter how powerful the Book Palace is, it can't replicate that..."

"The current situation is ugly, but at least we can still struggle. But if that thing could be used..."

He paused, shook his head, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips:

"The game is really unplayable now."

Just then, a sudden change occurred in the center of the battlefield!

Qin Wangchuan, who had been standing steadily on the Heavenly Suspended Silk, made his first noticeable move.

Buzz--!

He took a step forward, his figure landing elsewhere.

And right where he had just been standing, a Heavenly Sword fell!

Someone has intervened!

Myriad Dao Book Palace stands atop a distant mountain peak, with an ancient pavilion perched on a cliff.

Qin Hongchen, along with Qin Wangchuan and Qin Zhaoer, had already taken their seats there at some point.

The view from here is excellent, offering a panoramic view of the entire Myriad Dao Book Palace.

The large hole in the Arena's dome was particularly striking, with the light of magic flickering within and the Tribulation Light shooting into the sky from time to time. Even from such a distance, one could still feel the destructive fluctuations.

"This is incredible, absolutely incredible!"

Qin Hongchen gazed at the scene, his fingers lightly tapping the edge of the stone table, then turned to Qin Wangchuan beside him. "Everyone says that the Longevity Immortal Body requires time to cultivate, but Ninth Brother— "

"Why do you seem to be acting like an Eldest Brother to me now?"

"Law Follows Words? When did you learn that?"

A mountain breeze swept across the pavilion, ruffling the wisps of hair on Qin Wangchuan's forehead and brushing against his calm, Golden Eyes that reflected the distant flames of war.

"One day, while practicing swordsmanship, I became so engrossed that without even thinking, the word 'slash' came out of my mouth—it just happened so naturally, even though it was just the word 'slash'."

"Perhaps I'm just exceptionally talented," Qin Wangchuan replied casually.

"Exceptionally gifted..." Qin Hongchen murmured, his gaze flickering for a moment, as if a distant memory had been stirred within him. A slight smile unconsciously curved his lips. "This word...it evokes a sense of nostalgia."

"Back then... many people said that about me too."

He crossed his arms, nodded slightly, and gazed into the void, as if he saw his former self, surrounded by admirers and full of vigor.

"Hmph, what a show-off." Qin Zhaoer pouted and muttered under her breath, expressing her praise for her Sixth Brother without reservation.

A subtle silence fell over the pavilion for a moment.

"I heard from my Eldest Brother that your ideal, Sixth Brother, is to conquer Foreign Lands?"

Qin Hongchen was taken aback upon hearing this, seemingly not expecting Qin Wangchuan to suddenly bring it up.

The look of reminiscence on his face slowly faded, and he nodded, his tone becoming steady and firm:

"There is indeed such a plan."

Qin Hongchen paused, then turned to look at Qin Wangchuan, his eyes carrying a hint of elder brotherly admonition. "But Ninth Brother, don't follow my example. This is... a minor technique."

"For her little path?" Qin Wangchuan pressed, his tone calm and devoid of emotion.

Qin Hongchen showed neither surprise nor suspicion that Qin Wangchuan knew all this.

He didn't answer directly, but simply nodded again, his gaze sweeping over the mountains and towards a more distant, seemingly unreachable place.

"Though the Three Thousand Provinces are vast, there is no place for her to find refuge."

Qin Hongchen's voice was soft, yet carried an unwavering resolve. "Since that's the case, then I will change all of this and create a world where she can find refuge and where we can all live in peace."

"For us, and for those like us."

"Be it stupidity or foolishness, I've made up my mind to walk this path to the end."

He smiled, a smile that held a mixture of self-deprecation and nonchalance.

But in that instant of eye contact, Qin Wangchuan saw only sadness.

"Is Ninth Brother trying to persuade me?"

Qin Wangchuan shook his head, finally turning his gaze away from the distant battlefield and onto Qin Hongchen's face.

He casually uttered four words:

"She's back."