Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 310 There are always obstacles when you want to run away.

The sky deep in the wasteland was still a deathly gray, and the ravaged land was filled with hideous and grotesque monsters.

At the foot of a mountain, several large magical beasts surrounded an injured magical beast.

After a low, hoarse roar and a shrill scream, only a pool of dark blood remained in the corner.

"They really are demons!"

In the void, two figures watched as the demonic beasts that devoured their own kind fled deeper into the desolate region. One of the girls, dressed in black, couldn't help but speak.

Lord Yuehua looked at her and said, "For ten thousand years, the Demon Clan has always been like this."

The two exchanged a glance, and Daoist Yuehua gently waved his hand, taking out a small array from his sleeve.

The array was small and delicate; the array plate in the palm of one's hand resembled a small, exquisite round mirror. After Daoist Yuehua infused it with spiritual power, the array plate began to rotate slowly, emitting a faint white halo that enveloped the two of them.

The extremely faint human aura emanating from the two was suppressed once again, as if it had vanished into thin air.

After finishing this task, the two continued southward.

More and more magical beasts began to appear on the ground. In addition to the magical beasts, some high-level demons that the two had never seen before also appeared.

After traveling 1,200 miles south, the two Nascent Soul stage cultivators were shocked by the scene before them.

God, it’s broken!

A dark crack appeared in the gray sky, from which a continuous stream of demonic energy poured out, looking like a waterfall hanging down from the heavens.

Below this "waterfall" is a towering black pillar, crawling with countless monstrous beasts that make one feel nauseous at first glance.

"It seems that the demonic cultivator who escaped from Fellow Daoist Qingyin earlier went to the lower realm through this rift." Daoist Yuehua said in a deep voice, the white-haired immortal looking at the demonic gathering place located below the rift.

It was a strangely shaped mountain peak, emanating a terrifying demonic aura, like a giant hand supporting the Apocalypse Pillar.

"If this Heavenly Revelation Pillar is truly, as that young fellow Daoist said, a bargaining chip for the resurrection of the Demon God..." The Peacock Lord's voice carried a hint of worry as she looked at the Moonflower Daoist beside her: "Fellow Daoist Moonflower, upon returning to Clear Water Terrace this time, I fear I will have to go back to Jidu to report to Yu Jun and several fellow Daoists of the Demon Clan."

Daoist Yuehua nodded in understanding. The demon race has the right to know that such a huge secret is hidden deep in the desolate region.

She sighed, "I didn't expect the barrier between the two worlds to have weakened to this extent."

The peacock king, his aged yet sharp gaze fixed on the southeast, spoke with an extremely heavy tone:

"It seems that something has happened to the legendary sacred tree, Fusang."

The night was dark and desolate in the Qingshuitai camp.

This was the last day Xue Lan taught the disciples of the War Puppet Mansion, Luo Shengzi, and the changes he made.

The girl's voice sounded like it came from another world in the dimly lit cave.

Xue Tong had already taken a few naps at the small table to the side, and when she woke up, her hair was a little disheveled.

Half-asleep, he saw Xue Lan still talking, with the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map, which had a crack, floating beside him, its images constantly changing.

Xue Tong felt nauseous looking at it.

The girl turned her face to the low table, preparing to continue sleeping.

She wasn't like this before.

She had never seen Xue Lan interact with other cultivators before, only when she was taking care of children. She assumed that Xue Lan was teaching children in the same way this time, and had brought a notebook early on to learn some advanced knowledge of the cultivation world.

She started feeling sleepy on the first night, but she kept trying to stay awake.

The next evening, she realized a fact...

She previously thought she was a genius because she had some talent in the art of weapon crafting.

It was all thanks to Xue Lan coaxing her.

Without Xue Lan, who would treat her like a child anymore?

The girl was about to begin her fourth short nap when she heard Xue Lan's voice, but then she heard the voice of a disciple of the War Puppet Mansion.

The voice was like the wind and snow of the Great Qian Dynasty, cold yet carrying a hint of heroism: "We have all understood what Senior Sister Xue taught us. Thank you for clearing up our doubts, Senior Sister."

She's that exceptionally spirited female disciple from the War Puppet Mansion, and her handsome older sister.

To see the handsome older sister, Xue Tong forced herself to open her eyes.

She really didn't understand why she felt so sleepy in the classroom atmosphere, even though she didn't need to sleep.

Xue Lan cupped his hands in greeting to the female disciple named He Qian: "Xue Lan can't fight on the front lines like other fellow cultivators, but only uses his brain from the rear. Fellow Daoist He is too kind."

He Qian looked at Xue Lan in front of him.

Under the dim candlelight in the cave, Xue Lan, dressed in black, stood calmly, his expression open and fearless.

This man was so open and honest about his acts of saving the world that he seemed to have never taken them to heart.

Xue Lan spoke softly again: "Tonight is the last time I will explain the art of weapon crafting to you all. I have a few words I'd like to share with you all..."

Upon hearing Xue Lan's words, several disciples who were originally sitting all stood up and faced Xue Lan in the dimly lit cave.

Xue Lan spoke softly: "When sharpening a knife and forging a sword, and when you are tempering it a thousand times, do not forget to hone your original aspirations."

He Qian's body trembled slightly, and he took the lead in bowing to Xue Lan: "I will follow Senior Sister's teachings."

After saying that, Xue Tong knew that everything was over.

The girl estimated the time, got up, walked to the entrance of the cave, and pushed open the door.

The sky outside was already bright, and a hazy, beautiful orange glow appeared on the horizon.

Xue Tong turned to look at the group of people in the cave and said in a light tone, "It's almost dawn."

He Qian looked at Xue Lan and said sincerely, "Senior Sister Xue, may we meet again someday."

Until we meet again...

Xue Lan silently recited these four words in her heart.

The land is scattered and broken; who knows when we will meet again?

But no matter when, at this moment, in Qingshuitai, in this dimly lit cave.

To be called a fellow Daoist and to face death together is already an immense bond.

Xue Lan nodded gently: "Until we meet again!"

Watching the disciples of the War Puppet Palace pass through the array Xue Lan had set up beforehand and disappear around the corner of the Clear Water Platform, Xue Tong turned to look at Xue Lan, who was still in the cave.

The girl retorted, "Just pretending is fine, but you really can't stand the light of day."

Xue Lan covered her eyes: "A little!"

Xue Lan rolled her eyes at her: "Give me a break!"

The girl came in, tugged at her sleeve, and pulled the man out of the cave. With a flick of her sleeve, she had already placed a rattan chair at the cave entrance.

"You're going to stay here and get some sun all day!" the girl said fiercely, pressing Xue Lan down onto a chair.

"You smell like an old person!"

Xue Lan: "Oh, my temper..."

The girl, who had already turned away, looked at her and asked, "What?"

Xue Lan hurriedly blurted out nonsense: "I said the sun hasn't even risen yet, and I haven't had breakfast. Where did you get a rattan chair from your storage bag?"

"You're asking too many questions, I refuse to answer!"

The girl left those words and returned to her cave.

Xue Lan: ……

After a moment of silence, Xue Lan didn't dare to get up from the rattan chair.

Although it was autumn in the desolate region, the weather wasn't very cool. The morning breeze felt incredibly pleasant on my face.

Xue Lan sat at the entrance of the cave with her eyes closed, feeling the breeze and waiting for the sun to rise.

Suddenly, Xue Lan opened her eyes.

The inner demon, which hadn't spoken for half a month, slowly opened its mouth: "You felt it too?"

Xue Lan nodded, her gray-white eyes looking towards the front of the Clear Water Platform, a glint of icy blue light flashing within them.

"Demon aura, Nascent Soul stage, not the Peacock Lord." The inner demon's voice was tinged with schadenfreude.

"The High Priest of the Skyfish Clan has arrived with the Sacred Book of the Demon Clan!"

"Do you think you can still run away?"

Xue Lan sighed.