Bonus update: Remnant of the old era, what can you use to fight me, a man of the new era?

Heavy snow swirled along the banks of the Glazed Glass River.

Not far away, a grave mound lay covered in pristine white snow, looking like a steamed bun.

Near the grave mound stood a pavilion.

Inside it, a youth was practicing martial arts.

Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren stood amid the wind and snow, letting both fall upon them.

The cold wind howled, and snowflakes drifted onto them with a chaotic pattering.

Beside them on the banks of the Glazed Glass River, a stooped old man in a straw rain cape fished alone in the cold river.

The old man looked wary when he saw Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren.

But he looked at Wang Quan, then at the youth in the pavilion, and said nothing, continuing to fish alone in the cold river.

Ying Jiaren frowned.

Because the moment she fell into the fragment of history, she had sensed her own condition.

Sure enough, all her [Nature Cultivation] cultivation had dissipated, and even her [Life Cultivation] had been heavily suppressed.

The power of her flesh-and-blood body had also diminished greatly.

"Wang Quan, we're in trouble!"

Wang Quan stretched his limbs and said with complete confidence, "No, this isn't trouble."

"It's an opportunity!"

"If we can defeat and kill this youth, perhaps we can remain in this era, reign as kings and patriarchs, and wreak havoc over a region."

Ying Jiaren... was speechless.

She looked at the snow-white grave mound nearby, then at the youth in the pavilion.

She felt only that the youth's killing intent surged to the heavens.

Looking at the youth felt like looking at mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

And those mountains of corpses and seas of blood were not formed from condensed killing intent. It seemed as though the beings this youth had