Kong Xuan stood on the icy cliff, her gaze still lingering on the stretch of sea and sky that had shattered and rejoined moments before.
"Master."
"What is it?"
"If Senior Taiyi goes to the Purple Star, you have to let me be there."
Qing Xuan turned to look at her. "You want to fight him in my place?"
Kong Xuan immediately shook her head. "I'm not that tired of living."
Recalling the sight of countless layers of the Northern Dark Sea collapsing together when that bell descended, her eyes brightened further.
"I want to see what it would look like if you fought him."
"Instead of focusing on your cultivation, you fill your head with nonsense." Qing Xuan tapped the girl lightly on the head.
"Senior Taiyi said back at Phoenix Perch Mountain that he would visit the Purple Star," Kong Xuan replied without a trace of guilt. "He wouldn't go just to have tea with you."
Meanwhile, Fuxi did not return to Phoenix Perch Mountain with Qing Xuan and the others.
They parted ways there.
Not long afterward, an invitation from Di Jun arrived at the Purple Star.
The date for the founding of the Demon Race had been set.
The Northern Mountain Plain.
When Qing Xuan and his two companions arrived, people were approaching the plain from every horizon.
Some descended through the clouds on wings sprouting from their backs; others strode over the rocks, raising great clouds of dust.
There was also a group of plant spirits, whose passage brought tiny blue flowers into bloom on the barren slopes.
Coming to the same place did not instantly make them close.
As soon as a tribe that cultivated fire techniques landed on the plain, the plant spirits beside them shifted their resting place farther away.
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