In the dark secret room, seven or eight sound-transmitting jade slips were suspended in the air, fading and brightening.
In the center, on a specially made futon, Duan Ziqian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
He was recovering from his injuries, which were caused by the destruction of his clone puppet at the hands of the Sky-Shaking Halberd Spirit in the battle of the Xuanyin Sea twenty-three years ago.
The soul is shaken, and medicine and stone are difficult to cure.
It has been sixteen years since the day he went into seclusion for recuperation. Countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures have been refined by him, but it is still difficult to regain the peak cultivation level at the early stage of the eighth realm of the Half-Saint.
This made Duan Ziqian feel irritated, but he had nothing to do.
The soul is different from the physical body. Even if there is a slight loss, there is nothing that can be done in this world.
Fortunately, his soul was only shaken and not damaged as a result.
But even so, if he wanted his soul to remain intact, he would have to spend at least a hundred years of meditation and healing.
A hundred years is just a blink of an eye for a practitioner.
Duan Ziqian asked himself whether he could afford to wait, and he didn't care about this temporary decline in his realm.
Because he won and was truly the one who had the last laugh.
A clone puppet had hidden the truth and not only got rid of Suning, whom he regarded as a thorn in his side, but also indirectly buried Dao Huo'er, the descendant of the demon world, and Ling Xi, who was carrying the ancestral dragon's dharma.
The new generation of emperors and princes in the Three Realms were almost completely wiped out, and no one was left alive due to his perfect calculation.
And all he had to pay was more than a hundred years of retreat and healing, nothing more.
No matter which angle you look at it, Duan Ziqian is the winner.
He controls the eight hundred immortal worlds to his heart's content and plays with the two worlds of demons and demons.
I am so dissatisfied that all the agencies have been exhausted.
"Buzz."
White light suddenly appeared, and another sound-transmitting jade slip appeared out of thin air, illuminating the entire secret room.
After a flash, the statue-like figure on the futon moved.
His eyelids were rolled up, and his right hand, which was flat on his kneecap, was stretched out.
"Uh-huh."
The jade slip was held between his fingers and quickly placed between his eyebrows.
"Is there someone in the Immortal World who aspires to become a Half-Saint? In the Shuiyun Immortal World?"
With his eyes half closed, Duan Ziqian pondered for a moment.
After a while, he waved his sleeves, stood up seriously and said: "If it is a monk in the immortal world, 90% of the time it is Jiang Changnian."
"Tianshu is not good enough, and Wu Xuanchi is also half as good."
"Only Jiang Changnian, who is pregnant with the Nine-Legged Ice Luan, must be talented and knowledgeable."
"But why doesn't she break through the Phoenix Realm and insist on going to Qiao Wantang's Shuiyun Fairy Realm?"
"Is it because the woman from the Qiao family holds Jiang Lin'an's ultimate trump card in her hands?"
"Tsk, that's interesting."
Stepping forward, Duan Ziqian's heart was constantly released.
He wanted to determine the identity of the other party, who became the fifth Half-Saint in the Three Realms after Xiao Buchong.
"Hey, it's not in Shuiyun Immortal Realm, but in Ziyao Waste Star Realm?"
After careful investigation, Duan Ziqian quickly discovered that the source of the strange phenomenon came from the abandoned star realm under the jurisdiction of Shuiyun Fairy Realm.
This made him feel an ominous feeling out of thin air, and he somehow felt that the person breaking the situation might not be the Jiang Changnian he had guessed.
"No, this smell..."
His pupils dilated, Duan Ziqian's heart trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It's not fairy power, it's demon power."
"The person who aspires to reach the threshold of Half-Saint is actually a monk from the demon world? Who could it be?"
"Tuque?"
"Clang."
The door to the secret room opened without any wind, and Duan Ziqian disappeared in place.
At the same time, thousands of jade slips for sound transmission were thrown out by him, instantly turning into meteors and scattering in all directions.
"Everyone, there is an intruder from the demon world. Hurry to the Ziyao Abandoned Star Realm."
