At a thought from Chen Changming, he tried to summon his natal Flying Sword, but an invisible, immense force abruptly pressed down on his meridians. Like a wad of cotton soaked in lead, it forcibly blocked his spiritual power back into his dantian.
The Flying Sword was nowhere to be seen. The summoning had failed.
"So combat is indeed forbidden within the temple..."
Chen Changming sighed softly to himself.
Although he had killed many demonic cultivator disciples over the past month, the Heaven Zone was vast and boundless. Compared to the total number of demonic cultivator disciples now gathered in the plaza, the number he had slain was still small.
But he had already done his best.
"Junior Brother Chen! I finally found you!"
A crisp female voice, tinged with breathlessness, rang out. Liu Qingwu came jogging over, lifting her skirts. Beneath her mask, her eyes shone as brightly as starlight quenched in water, and even her voice carried irrepressible excitement.
She had finally set foot on the temple plaza.
As long as she bathed in the Divine Light of the Water Moon Great God, her eighth-layer Nascent Soul Realm cultivation would rise three levels in a row, allowing her to knock open the gates to the Spirit Transformation Realm in one stroke!
"Senior Sister Liu, let me offer my congratulations in advance—may Senior Sister ascend to Spirit Transformation and roam freely between heaven and earth from this day forth."
Chen Changming smiled and cupped his hands, deliberately drawing out his words in a half-joking tone.
Liu Qingwu's cheeks instantly burned. Fortunately, her mask hid most of it, leaving only the tips of her ears flushed pink.
"Junior Brother Chen, thank you."
Liu Qingwu spoke softly, her tone sincere and brimming with boundless gratitude.
"We're fellow disciples. Saying such things