Jiang Ming naturally had no intention of lingering here any longer. There was no meaning in it now, so he left with his younger sister, Du Ling.
"Brother, what just happened? I saw you... die?"
Du Ling groggily opened her eyes, freed from the terrifying mind-cleansing illusion. She spoke fearfully.
"An illusion. If you could overcome it, your state of mind would enter a whole new realm. Your future prospects would be limitless once you reached the seventh rank."
Jiang Ming replied calmly.
"Ah, it was that amazing? But did I succeed?"
Du Ling asked excitedly.
However, she soon looked utterly bewildered. She felt that she had failed, yet somehow, at the final moment, she had succeeded in a muddle. Killing everyone in the illusion naturally counted as success.
Jiang Ming did not study anything else. Next, he needed more than three Yue to break through to the God King rank. Creating a method and rebuilding his cultivation—every step was crucial. When he later merged with his Demon Lord avatar and charged toward higher realms, it would all have to be integrated into his Great Freedom Dao Scripture.
Seeing that Jiang Ming seemed preoccupied, Du Ling said nothing more.
"Brother, what are you thinking about?"
Du Ling asked curiously.
"Everyone has their own Dao. When disaster struck, Meng Ke'er and Ling Yun were the first to flee. Be careful if you encounter those two in the future."
Jiang Ming offered a reminder.
"Okay, Brother. I understand."
Du Ling immediately promised seriously.
"Come on. Cultivate well from now on. I'll be relying on you to protect me."
Having discovered Du Ling's brother-con tendencies, and that she was willing to die for him, Jiang Ming did not stop her. This was quite good. If he nurtured her properly, she could become a