NABC Chapter 288 Two Empresses, Oppressing and Pleading for Peace
Chapter 288 Two Empresses, Oppressing and Pleading for Peace
Chapter 288 Two Empresses, Oppressing and Pleading for Peace
In recent years, Chen Yi has slowed down his research into supernatural powers and techniques, and has devoted more of his energy to honing his foundation.
The refinement of the nascent soul, the purity of the crystal marrow, and the resonance with the power of heaven and earth with every breath.
These unseen skills are the true, painstaking practice required to reach the Nascent Soul stage.
Inside the body, the Thunder Crystal Marrow Fluid flowed slowly deep within the bones, emitting a deep, muffled sound like thunder.
The quantity is still too small.
The second level of Marrow Refinement corresponds to the mid-stage of the fourth rank of Body Refinement.
The threshold has been crossed, and the road has been paved, but the only thing missing is "oil".
The five hundred strands of lightning crystal marrow in his body may seem like a lot, but if he were to use them to promote the physical evolution of a mid-stage fourth-order cultivator, it would be a drop in the ocean.
The lack of Thunder Spirit energy prevented the Crystal Marrow Liquid from increasing in strength, making cultivation progress as slow as a snail's pace.
Chen Yi tapped his fingers lightly on his knee.
Not urgent.
The opportunity from back then hasn't been fully unearthed yet on the other side of Leifeng Pagoda.
Once Ning Bu'er's situation stabilizes, we'll go there again. There's a large amount of lightning power there, enough to sustain him until the late stage of Body Refinement Level 4, and even enough to supply the lightning spirits of Bu'er and his aunt, both Demon Flame cultivators.
As for the division of the soul into yin and yang, and the golden marrow, even the most skilled cook cannot cook without rice; there are no resources at hand, and there's no use in being anxious.
On the contrary, something else gave him a pleasant surprise.
Chen Yi flipped his hand over, and a dusty gray bead appeared in his palm.
【The eyeball of the Void Beast】.
This was the reward that Ji Wuchen gave him back then.
After reaching the Nascent Soul stage, the system seemed to have unlocked a layer of shackles, allowing for deeper levels of devouring and analysis.
Gradually, Chen Yi realized that the Spirit Eye he had previously mastered was only a superficial understanding.
Now, by absorbing the deeper essence within this eyeball, the world Chen Yi sees begins to change.
He tried to use his divine sense to enter this special eyeball and observe the world through it, but his vision was instantly distorted.
The spiritual energy floating in the air was no longer misty, but had turned into clear threads. You could even see another dark and chaotic space faintly overlapping behind these threads.
That is the essence of things.
Chen Yi's heart pounded.
If one can fully comprehend the rules within these eyes, perhaps one can cultivate the legendary "Void-Penetrating" Dharma Eye.
Seeing through illusions, one directly points to the source.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to him.
Back when I received the inheritance at the Thunder Soul Sect, the space where the Thunder Talisman was located, with its oppressive feeling that was so out of place with the real world, now I think that it must have been the Void Realm.
In ancient books from Zhongzhou, some people call it the Spirit Realm, while others call it the Void Interlayer.
A line of text was annotated in the book with blood-red cinnabar: "Those who are not transformed into gods will surely die if they enter the Void Realm."
Chen Yi lowered his eyes, a hint of apprehension flashing in them.
He can't go to places like that right now.
Two years is merely the time it takes for a Nascent Soul cultivator to go into seclusion.
Inside the enclosed, warm room, steam rose in the air.
Ning Bu'er lay on the white jade bed, his smooth back covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of hair clung to the side of his neck, rising and falling with his rapid breathing.
"Bear with it, this lightning crystal core needs to be implanted at the Dazhui acupoint," the location is crucial, it will hurt a little.
Chen Yi's voice rang out from above, revealing little emotional fluctuation, but his hand movements were extremely steady.
A blinding burst of lightning gathered at his fingertips, which he forcefully pressed into an acupoint on the back of Ning Bu'er's neck.
"Ugh—!"
Ning Bu'er bit her lower lip tightly, her ten pearl-like toes gripping the brocade quilt beneath her. Her arches were white and her veins were prominent, making her delicate feet appear even more slender.
The feeling was like a red-hot nail being driven into the bone marrow, then exploding into countless tiny electric currents that frantically tore at the meridians.
The pain was excruciating, piercing to the bone.
But then, a warm, large hand covered it.
Chen Yi's palms massaged down her spine to her buttocks and legs, his fingertips applying just the right amount of force to gradually break down the violent thunderous power and guide it into her limbs and bones.
Even Chen Yi's own crystal marrow power was carefully transferred through him, like a clear spring that instantly soothed the burning pain.
Ning Bu'er's tense body slowly relaxed.
This massage should be performed daily.
Each of the 360 acupoints must be infused with a lightning crystal core, which is then dissolved using techniques.
This is a slow and meticulous process, and even more so, a torturous one.
It's not just pain.
Chen Yi's palms were broad and strong, and every time they touched a patch of skin, it felt like setting it on fire.
That tingling sensation traveled up the spine and straight to the top of the head, making one tremble even more than if struck by lightning.
Ning Bu'er turned her face to the side, her eyes still bearing traces of tears, but her eyes seemed to be filled with spring water as she gazed dreamily at Chen Yi's focused profile.
This piece of wood only gets this close to her at times like this.
Chen Yi just withdrew his hand and was about to take the next crystal core.
Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around him, carrying the warmth of her body and the unique fragrance of a woman. Ning Bu'er snuggled into his arms like a snake and leaned back to kiss him.
Moist, soft, and with an unbridled passion.
Chen Yi's body stiffened for a moment.
He didn't push her away, letting Ning Bu'er take what she wanted from his lips and teeth, but he didn't make any further moves. His hands only gently stroked her smooth back, without touching places he shouldn't.
After a long while, Ning Bu'er released him breathlessly, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes were full of reproach and grievance.
"Are you made of stone?" she gritted her teeth and punched his chest angrily.
Chen Yi grabbed her wrist, sighed helplessly, and helped her pull up her slipping clothes.
"Your body is not fully recovered yet. Your Thunder Spirit Body Refinement has only reached the late stage of the third level. Your Nascent Soul Divine Power has not yet recovered, and your foundation is not stable."
His tone was calm, as if stating a truth: "Losing one's virginity at this time, with the leakage of vital essence, will render thirty percent of all previous efforts useless. Moreover—"
Chen Yi paused, looking at her earnestly: "We'll find a top-tier dual cultivation technique later. We'll cultivate that first, then engage in dual cultivation; otherwise, we'll be wasting this nascent soul essence, which would be such a pity."
Ning Bu'er was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes inwardly.
Excuse!
What kind of cultivation method is this? What a waste! This precious time is wasted on cultivation!
Really!
"it is good."
Ning Bu'er agreed nonchalantly and obediently, but inwardly she was grinding her teeth in frustration.
[Hmph, I have to wait! How many years have I been waiting? It's driving me crazy!]
Seeing her frustrated expression, Chen Yi smiled faintly and reached out to rub her head.
More than a year later, at the end of the year, Chen Yi turned 124 years old.
The three of them were nearing the end of their training and had almost finished preparing everything. They were planning to set off for the Monster Mountain Range.
Outside Qingfeng Ridge, the sky suddenly changed color.
The once clear sky was suddenly obscured by a crimson fire cloud and a thick, earthy yellow halo.
The air became thick and heavy, as if a tremendous burden was pressing down on my heart.
Three beams of light tore through the clouds, carrying an undisguised, terrifying pressure as they hurtled towards us.
Chen Yi and the other two appeared outside the cave in an instant, their expressions all darkening.
The three streaks of light stopped outside the mountain gate formation of Qingfeng Ridge. They did not make a move immediately, but the feeling of looking down from above was extremely uncomfortable.
The timid figure at the very back was all too familiar to Chen Yi and his companions.
Lin Yunsheng.
This old bastard actually dared to come over on his own initiative.
And those two auras in front—
Chen Yi's pupils contracted slightly.
The person on the left was surrounded by crimson-gold flames, which even slightly distorted the surrounding space. His aura was violent and scorching, like an active volcano about to erupt.
The man on the right was not tall, but he was incredibly strong. Standing there, he was like an unshakeable mountain, exuding a suffocating sense of weight.
Each of them possessed an aura no weaker than that of the Xuan Yin True Lord in his prime.
Two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators!
If this lineup were to actually fight, Xuan Yin Zhenjun might be able to escape with his life using the ancient demonic secret technique, but he and Ning Bu'er would likely be in grave danger.
"Mysterious Yin Fairy, your ancient demon lineage has been settled in my Central Continent for decades. Why, when we old friends come here, don't you even come out to greet us?"
A voice as loud as a bell resounded, causing the protective array of Qingfeng Ridge to vibrate and ripple outwards.
The one who spoke was the cultivator surrounded by fiery spiritual light.
Yanhuo Zhenjun, a great cultivator of Yanshan Cave Heaven.
This person cultivates the True Fire of the Sun lineage, which is extremely domineering and best at suppressing evil spirits and ghosts. He is a natural nemesis of the Nine Yin Demon Flame of the Profound Yin True Lord.
The other burly man, who remained silent throughout, exuded an even stronger sense of oppression, though he didn't utter a word.
Shiyan Peak, the Stubborn Rock True Lord.
As his name suggests, this man is like a stubborn rock between heaven and earth. No matter how time changes him, he remains steadfast and unmoved.
It is said that this person's petrification ability has reached a state of perfection, and his physical defense is also among the top among late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Ordinary magic weapons cannot even leave a white mark on him.
Chen Yi clenched his fist slightly, his Thunder Crystal Marrow Fluid circulating wildly within his body, ready to fight desperately at any moment.
The visitor is not good.
Lin Yunsheng nearly emptied the Lin family's savings accumulated over hundreds of years in order to persuade these two powerful figures to come.
Three years ago, Chen Yi, covered in blood, quietly appeared in Snake King Valley, carrying Ning Bu'er, whose fate was unknown.
That night, a tremendous tremor resounded from the depths of Snake King Valley, followed by a deathly silence.
The Black Serpent True Lord has fallen.
A powerful figure in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm couldn't even escape the Nascent Soul stage and died instantly.
If this had happened under normal circumstances, the Enforcement Hall of Qingyun Cave Heaven would have mobilized all its forces, even if it meant scraping the ground clean, to find the culprit, extract his soul, and refine his spirit to uphold the laws of the cave heaven.
The death of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is like losing a pillar of a grotto-heaven; it's a momentous event.
However, this time, Qingyun Peak was as quiet as a dead grave.
The Qingyun Ancestor of the Cave Heaven was in seclusion in his ancestral land, clinging to the last breath of his nascent soul essence, and had no time to care about the affairs outside.
And Lin Yunsheng—
He was already terrified by the miserable state of his ancestor after being beaten by the Nascent Soul True Monarch. Ever since he heard the news of the Black Serpent's death, he had locked himself in his cave and dared not even open a crack in the mountain-protecting formation.
Where would they dare send anyone out to investigate?
He fears.
He feared that the madwoman, Fairy Xuanyin, might really disregard everything and unleash a demonic fire upon Qingyun Cave, burning his old bones to ashes.
Especially after Yu Chen Zhenjun went to Qingfeng Ridge as an intermediary but returned empty-handed, Lin Yunsheng knew that this feud had been completely formed.
That kid Chen Yi not only successfully formed his Nascent Soul, but also killed the black snake in the process.
This rapid growth made it impossible for Lin Yunsheng to calm his mind even when meditating at night; his neck would feel cold as soon as he closed his eyes.
The old ancestor is beyond saving and may pass away at any time.
If he wants to go further and take over the reins of Qingyun Cave Heaven in a stable and secure manner, he must resolve the hidden dangers posed by Chen Yi and Xuan Yin Zhenjun.
Otherwise, with two fierce tigers sleeping soundly beside his bed in Qingyun Cave, he would have no peace of mind.
He could clearly feel the undisguised desire for revenge emanating from the direction of Qingfeng Ridge.
It was like a sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.
So, over the past two years, he gritted his teeth and asked the ancestor to use the last bit of incense offerings he owed from back then.
They also unearthed two top-grade magic treasures from the family treasury, along with countless rare and precious spiritual items.
It took a tremendous amount of money, enough to make any Nascent Soul cultivator wince, to invite two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators who were willing to lend their support.
Today, we have come to Qingfeng Ridge to settle matters.
Xuan Yin Fairy sensed the presence outside and her expression suddenly turned serious.
She and Chen Yi exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, the two of them blurred into two streaks of light, breaking through the cave's restrictions.
The two of them took off into the air, one after the other.
In the blink of an eye, they had passed through the great array of light above Qingfeng Ridge and stood amidst the towering clouds.
A strong wind howled, making the robes flutter loudly.
Chen Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly fixed on the distance ahead.
A hundred feet away opposite them, three figures stood in mid-air, their powerful aura undisguised, stirring the surrounding clouds.
Surge.
In the middle is an old acquaintance, Lin Yunsheng, who is trying to appear calm.
The two people beside him possessed auras that were deep and imposing, unfathomable.
"Hmph! I wondered who it was; I could smell a nauseating sulfurous odor from a great distance."
Xuan Yin Zhenjun's gaze swept over the old man on the left, who was wearing a crimson Taoist robe and whose surrounding air was slightly distorted. A mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"So he's a descendant of the Flamefire lineage!"
Xuan Yin Zhenjun looked displeased when he saw Yan Huo Zhenjun.
The two sides have been fighting for thousands of years without a clear winner.
More than a thousand years ago, when the Nine Yin lineage was driven to the remote and impoverished Monster Mountain Range, the previous generation of True Lord Flamefire made great efforts.
They could be described as sworn enemies.
As for the other one—
Fairy Xuan Yin shifted her gaze to the right.
There stood a burly man with grayish-brown skin, who was like a silent, stubborn rock, without any expression or unnecessary movement.
He was a taciturn and unassuming Stone True Lord.
Xuan Yin Fairy frowned slightly after just one glance.
She could clearly sense the heavy, mountain-like defensive aura emanating from the other party.
Its defensive capabilities have definitely reached the top level of the fourth tier.
Given her current state, her proud demonic flames might not be able to burn through this tough nut.
A divine thought silently entered Chen Yi's sea of consciousness, and Xuan Yin secretly transmitted his voice:
The newcomer is quite strong. My cultivation has not fully recovered; it is not advisable to fight to the death today.
[If a fight really breaks out, those two new late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, the old ghost who plays with fire is my equal, but that rock-headed fellow is a natural counter to my demonic arts.]
I may not be able to protect you.
Just listen to what they say for now.
Chen Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he only replied with one word in his mind:
【it is good. 】
He stood above the clouds, his robes fluttering in the wind, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the three people opposite him, waiting to see what they really wanted.
"Mysterious Yin Fellow, Chen Dao Fellow."
Seeing the tension between the two sides, Lin Yun steeled himself and stepped forward a few steps, cupping his hands in greeting.
He put on his usual warm smile, as if nothing had happened.
"Two years ago, True Monarch Yu Chen came to invite you two, but you refused to see me. Today, I had no choice but to come in person."
He turned to the side and pointed to the two great cultivators beside him, his tone carrying a hint of reliance: "These two great cultivators, Flamefire and Stubborn Stone, are titans of the cultivation world. We have specially invited them here today to bear witness."
What are we witnessing?
Did he witness Lin Yunsheng bringing thugs to demonstrate?
Chen Yi didn't say anything, but just watched him perform quietly.
Seeing that the other party did not respond, Lin Yunsheng coughed and continued, "Several years ago, when Fellow Daoist Chen was forming his Nascent Soul, I made some inappropriate moves. But that was directed at Fellow Daoist Chen, who was still in the Core Formation stage at the time."
He paused, then emphasized his words, trying to make this robber's logic seem reasonable.
"Now that Fellow Daoist Chen has successfully formed his Nascent Soul, he is now a fellow Daoist of our generation. Times have changed, and circumstances have altered. We hope that Fellow Daoist Chen can set aside past grievances."
"I believe that for the sake of the cultivation world's overall environment, and for the stability of the billions of living beings within the jurisdiction of our Qingyun Cave Heaven, Fellow Daoist Chen and Fairy Xuanyin are reasonable people and will not make an excessive fuss over my previous minor inappropriate action."
He put on that big hat with practiced ease.
At this point, Lin Shengyun caught a glimpse of Xuan Yin Fairy's pale face out of the corner of his eye, with even faint signs of demonic energy surging within her.
His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly changed the subject.
"Of course, I, Lin, am not a shameless person and will not come here without making empty promises."
As he spoke, he flipped his hand, and two exquisite brocade boxes appeared out of thin air, slowly floating forward.
The brocade box was opened, revealing a dazzling array of precious gems.
"Today, I, Lin, have brought two top-grade magic treasures, one for Fairy Xuan Yin and one for Fellow Daoist Xiao Chen."
Consider it an apology for this matter.
"What are your intentions?"
After speaking with a smile, Lin Shengyun looked at the person opposite him with anticipation.
however.
The scene was deathly quiet.
The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.
Neither Chen Yi nor Xuan Yin Zhenjun answered, nor did they even glance at the two magical treasures.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun crossed his arms, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain as he looked at the other party, as if he were watching a monkey putting on a show.
Chen Yi couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Could you possibly have any more shame?
The matter of Nascent Soul formation is so significant; it's a matter of life and death!
You interfered, bringing so many people and such a large entourage; you're here to kill me!
[Are you just going to let this slide with a few "inappropriate behaviors"?]
Although a high-grade magic weapon is quite good, it is enough to cause countless Golden Core cultivators and even early Nascent Soul cultivators to fight over it if it is placed outside.
But that applies to ordinary cultivators.
For a true prodigy like Chen Yi, who had just formed his Nascent Soul and already possessed several supernatural abilities and whose combat strength was approaching that of a mid-stage cultivator, even top-grade magic treasures were nothing special.
Every method he possesses is far superior to this top-grade magic weapon.
Of course, these are two different things.
Even if the other party offered him a quasi-spiritual treasure, or even a true heaven-reaching spiritual treasure, Chen Yi would not agree to it.
His attempt to form a nascent soul was thwarted, but that's really not a big deal.
In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak; if you're not skilled enough, you'll be surrounded and killed—that's what he accepts.
If the other party is truly sincere in apologizing, for example, by offering a genuine spiritual treasure or ceding a huge amount of benefits, Chen Yi is not incapable of compromising for the sake of profit.
but.
Ning Bu'er's injuries were something Chen Yi could not forgive.
The woman who risked her life to block an attack for him, her meridians shattered and her nascent soul nearly destroyed.
She nearly died.
Even if he didn't die, it was at a tremendous cost, requiring countless sacrifices, that Chen Yi managed to pull him back from the brink of death. In the process, Tutu doubled the intensity of Chen Yi's tribulation lightning, nearly causing him to perish.
Even now, Ning Bu'er has lost all his supernatural powers, his cultivation level has plummeted, and his combat strength is inferior to that of an ordinary low-grade Nascent Soul cultivator.
This kind of harm cannot be resolved by any apology.
It's something that no treasure can make up for.
If he really had to apologize, Chen Yi would only accept one.
That would be to bring the heads of Lin Shengyun and that bald monk Xuan Gang to apologize.
Chen Yi stared coldly at the other party without saying a word.
Seeing the awkward situation, the silent pressure made Lin Yunsheng break out in a cold sweat.
If the other party doesn't respond, it means they don't want a peaceful resolution.
Lin Shengyun gave Yan Huo Zhenjun a look, signaling him to put in a good word for them, since they had both received 0 appearance fees for the same high-grade magic weapon.
"cough--"
A slightly deliberate cough broke the dead silence of the standoff.
In mid-air, the heatwave rolled silently, distorting and deforming the surrounding clouds.
The Flame Lord, his crimson robes fluttering, was surrounded by faint sparks. He took a half step forward, and a visible ripple spread through the void beneath his feet.
"Mysterious Yin Fairy, I think that's good enough."
The voice of True Lord Yanhuo was deep and resonant, carrying an unquestionable air of authority.
He didn't make a move immediately, but instead looked down at the woman in the black dress, his brows furrowed in deep frown.
"It wasn't easy for your Ancient Demon lineage to leave the Monster Beast Mountain Range."
He slowed his tone, as if an elder were admonishing an ignorant young man: "Over the past few decades, do you know how many forces have been watching your reactions?"
Those old monsters in Zhongzhou, aren't they all keeping their eyes peeled, just waiting for you to make one wrong move?
A hot wind swept across the hillside, causing Chen Yi's clothes to flutter loudly.
He squinted at the True Lord, who was known for his fiery temper, but now he was putting on a patient and earnest act.
"Fortunately, you cultivate in a low-key manner and have a small population, so you haven't caused any trouble."
"Otherwise, if the chaos caused by the demons a thousand years ago were to reappear, do you think our fellow cultivators in Zhongzhou would send you back again?"
At this point, his tone suddenly turned cold, "But this time, you've gone too far!"
"You and Fellow Daoist Qingyun were just sparring, why did you fight so fiercely to the death, injuring him like that? That was a severe injury that damaged his very essence!"
Yan Huo Zhenjun raised his finger and pointed to the Qingyun Mountain Range beneath his feet, his tone heavy with sorrow: "You know the current environment of heaven and earth. Every cave-heaven spiritual vein where a major power in the late Nascent Soul stage resides plays a vital role in stabilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
This is not only the foundation of a family business, but also the key to suppressing the local geomantic energy.
If something were to happen to Qingyun Cave Heaven, causing the earth's veins to shift and the spiritual energy to become chaotic, what would become of this world? What would become of these tens of thousands of cultivators?
He paused, his gaze sweeping over several strange phenomena faintly appearing on the distant horizon. His voice lowered further, carrying a chilling undertone: "Moreover, so-called secret realms have appeared in many places throughout the Great Qing cultivation world."
That secret realm is only an opportunity for those below. For us, who doesn't know that these are all signs that other realms are about to attack?
The boundary wall is loosening, and turbulent currents are flowing back into the void—this is an omen of great chaos!
Yan Huo Zhenjun stared at Xuan Yin's cold and beautiful face, and said slowly and deliberately, "At a time like this, we cannot fight among ourselves."
At least at our level, we can no longer afford to fight to the death.
Losing a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is like cutting off an arm. Therefore, some things are best left unsaid.
These words were righteous and awe-inspiring, standing at the height of heaven and earth and all living beings, as if Xuan Yin would be a sinner if he did not agree.
However, he was met with a cold laugh filled with utter sarcasm.
"Oh."
A cold smile curved the corners of Xuan Yin Fairy's lips, and her previously calm eyes suddenly turned dark.
"Bullshit about the environment, the common people, and the greater good of heaven and earth."
She abruptly looked up, her long black hair dancing wildly without wind, and demonic flames blazing around her: "This world can't function without a few Nascent Soul cultivators? Has the sky collapsed? Has the earth caved in?"
She stretched out her pale finger, pointed to her own cave dwelling at her feet, then to Chen Yi, and finally to the sanctimonious Lin Yunsheng opposite her: "My disciple was injured like this, and his foundation was almost completely destroyed!"
My junior, who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage, was targeted by those three shameless mid-Nascent Soul cultivators, who even used the Spirit Locking Array!
At this time, why don't you speak of the greater good of the universe? Why don't you talk about the crisis in the realm?
Xuan Yin took a step forward, and black demonic energy spread outwards like tentacles, rivaling the heat waves of Yan Huo Zhen Jun.
"Now let us go, but where's your face? Flamefire, has your skin been tempered by your True Sun Fire? It's so thick!"
"As for what happens to my demonic sect, that's none of your business!"
"Our Demonic Sect values only loyalty and righteousness, not the nonsense about the world and all living beings that you spout!"
Moreover, those so-called common people and rogue cultivators, though they claim to be protected by you, aren't they actually being kept under your control and used as sustenance?!
"Don't even mention how my ancestor, a thousand years ago, fought a valiant battle for love, turning the Central Plains into a river of blood!"
Xuan Yin's eyes blazed with murderous intent, and demonic flames surged around him like a tidal wave: "Even now, if any core disciple, beloved relative, or friend of my Nine Yin lineage is humiliated, I, Xuan Yin, will risk my life to seek justice!"
Although reason told her that it was not the right time to start a war, as the enemy was well-prepared and had a strong force.
However, Xuan Yin cultivates the demonic path, which emphasizes the clarity of thought.
If you retreat now, if you endure now, then this demonic energy will stagnate in your heart, clouding your Daoist heart, making it difficult to make any further progress in this life.