The Southern Ridge Heavenly Emperor's Secret Art

Crocodile Ancestor's Divine Fetus had been destroyed. Whatever happened next was none of Jiang Yun's concern.

He didn't mind sparing Li Xiaoman. She posed no threat to him.

For his cousin's sake, he would give her a chance to start over. If she committed evil in the future, he could simply kill her then.

Jiang Yun left with Xia Jiuyou. He had now reached the Saint Lord realm of Immortal Two.

Hua Yunfei, whom he had once considered a rival, was still struggling through Dragon Transformation. Before Jiang Yun, he could no longer put up the slightest resistance.

Li Xiaoman remained where she was, her white robes disheveled and her hair loose as she crouched on the ground. Everything felt like a dream.

The nightmare she had thought would haunt her for life had been dispelled by Jiang Yun with a casual gesture. It had been that easy.

Now free of Crocodile Ancestor's Divine Fetus, and with Ruthless One's Lineage paying her little attention, she had hope for the future again.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

She crouched there, laughing and crying at once. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but a new light shone in her eyes.

Watching the two of them leave, she made a silent vow: I will take control of my own fate.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yun brought Xia Jiuyou to their destination.

From afar, it looked like a declining minor sect. There was no ancient city nourished by gathered ancestral dragon energy.

Nor were there magnificent sights or peaks rich in spiritual splendor. There were only a few ordinary low hills.

The sect had barely a hundred disciples, who lived alongside nearby mortals unable to embark on the path of cultivation.

Small and shabby as it appeared, the Qin Gate was beyond comparison with any ordinary