et me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!For some reason, when he saw this senior brother's face, his heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.Is he afraid that he might become li...Ten years later.

Peach Blossom Valley.

Qin Sang was meditating in his cave dwelling, and the cave's restrictions were activated.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, with a sweet fragrance filling the valley. It is a peaceful and tranquil scene.

At the entrance of Taohua Valley, there is a simple cave dwelling carved into the rock. In front of the cave opening, on a flat stone, lies a white cat lazily basking in the sun.

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Time flows peacefully.

The white cat had clear and beautiful eyebrows, its fur smooth as silk. It lay in a lazy pose, as if half asleep.

After Qingjun left, Qin Sang secluded herself in Taohua Valley and called the white cat over.

The white cat was naturally delighted.

The fat chicken is a descendant of a demon, with its own mother's personal training and a Shi Hua Blood Pearl waiting for it to break through. Its hope for transformation in the future is greatest.

The crane came from a poor family, but she found a good partner.

After Qin Sang and the Serpent King made peace, the two birds often went back and forth between Qianshan Bamboo Sea and Hualong Mountain to pay their respects to the Serpent King, who was very pleased with them.

Only the white cat devoted itself to cultivation, changing its practice to *Heavenly Demon Refining Form*, and in Peach Blossom Valley, it could readily seek guidance from Qin Sang.

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The effects of the top-tier skill are immediately apparent.

Its aura is far superior to the past, about to break through the mid-stage of the demonic pill.

She seemed asleep, but in reality, she never relaxed. Her spine would rise and fall occasionally, as if a small snake were moving through her meridians.

Breath in spiritual energy, cultivate your techniques.

The white cat stayed outside the cave today because it was an extremely important day. She was afraid that she would get lost in her cultivation and miss something important.

After one week.

The white cat's tail twitched, its eyes snapped open, and it rolled over to stand, peering cautiously outside Peach Blossom Valley.

Then, changing to a respectful expression, he opened the entrance restriction.

"Greetings, seniors."

'Whoosh!'

A silver light flashed, and Jingyu landed in front of the white cat. Looking inside, he said, "Tomorrow is the grand opening ceremony of Qingyangguan, with guests from all directions arriving. Your master is so calm, not even coming out yet"

"Reporting to the seniors, the master wants to refine a treasure for the sect, saying that it will be finished by tonight at the latest," the white cat said respectfully.

"Oh"

Jingyu showed a curious expression, "A few years ago, he refined the Beast King Banner using the soul of the cloud beast. Its power was quite extraordinary, able to protect the Qingyang Guan's Taoist lineage. It could barely be considered a treasure of the sect. What other brilliant ideas did he have"

The white cat only knows not.

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Jīngyǔ didn't seem surprised. He flashed into the pavilion in the peach grove to wait for Qín Sāng, calling the white cat over and giving it some instructions.

It is now.

Inside the cave dwelling.

Qin Sang sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion.

The ebony sword hovered before him, in his hand he grasped the charred wood containing Yun Youzi's true spirit.

On Jianhen Mountain, Qin Sang collected the South Ming's departure fire. In the way of refining weapons, Qin Sang had new insights, and he didn't start until he fully understood it to ensure there would be no mistakes.

The ebony sword was forged with the true spirit of Cloud Wanderer, but it would take an unknown amount of time to stabilize. However, he didn't hesitate at all.

'Buzz buzz...'

The ebony sword kept vibrating, the amplitude growing larger and larger.

Gradually, the ebony sword almost became a ball of light.

At that moment, Qin Sang raised his hand and gently threw the burning wood toward the obsidian sword. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the light cluster.

From beginning to end, the light sphere remained very stable.

Qin Sang stared at the light sphere, hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowed as black flames surged forth. A fire lotus seed flew out, oozing a trace of demonic fire, slowly approaching the light sphere.

The ebony sword is forged from the essence of burning wood, and doesn't require external force, as it might actually lead to failure.

However, the magic fire of the lotus has been refined by Qin Sang, and they are very close. With the cooperation of Qin Sang's mastery of several secret arts, the chance of success can be increased.

These are the results of Qin Sang's careful research and consideration.

Inside the light sphere.

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The ebony sword hung suspended, pointing directly at the charred wood.

Blades of light descended, like strands of silk dancing in the wind, appearing incredibly soft. They gradually enveloped the charred wood. The demonic flames also transformed into runes, merging into the sword light, and almost no trace of the inherent frenzy of the demonic fire could be felt.

Qin Sang's expression was solemn, not daring to be the slightest bit careless. One after another, complex talismans surged towards the light ball like a tide, making it dazzling.

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As time goes by.

The ebony blade gradually began to 'melt'.

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Jiao Mu was originally Qingfu Zhengzhu, but in a thunderstorm he was almost destroyed. Sword light and demonic fire separated layer by layer of 'impurities', ultimately integrating Yun Youzi's true spirit into the Wumu sword.

"Ugh..."

Qin Sang let out a long breath, and the tension in her heart eased slightly.

This is the only hope for Yún Yóu Zi's resurrection, it cannot be missed. Luckily, his preparations were extremely thorough, and the refining process went very smoothly. He succeeded!

'Whoosh!'

The sword light converged, and in mid-air hung a blade embryo as pure as jade.

Qin Sang could clearly sense that Yun Youzi's true spirit was within the sword embryo, still extremely fragile.

The sword embryo, like a fetus, nurtures the true spirit.

He reached out and gently touched the sword embryo, not daring to use force. His eyes were complex, as if reminiscing about the past and full of hope. Finally, he murmured a sentence.

“This sword is named Yun You!”

After gazing at it for a long time, Qin Sang put the sword embryo into his primordial spirit to nourish it. Fragments of his encounter with Yun Youzi flashed through his mind.

Then, I remembered Bai and Qingjun who were still in danger.

Thinking back to the scene of Ziwu Palace's ascension ten years ago.

The celestial palace ascended, and Qingjun, Bai, and Ye Lao Mo followed it into the heavenly cave.

The remaining disciples saw the outer hall begin to crumble; they were powerless to stop it, and could only watch in horror as the platform of ascension turned into ruins before fleeing for their lives.

Qin Sang watched Qing Jun disappear before setting off himself, but he was one of the first to leave.

After escaping the outer hall, everyone was still shaken. They turned back to look.

Only billowing smoke could be seen.

The Reception Platform, the Fairy Tombs, the Stone Mountains, and even the outermost golden palace, all turned to ashes, leaving not a single piece behind.

The Purple Microcosmic Palace Secret Realm has vanished from the mortal world!

The aftershocks of the ascension to the immortal palace lasted for a full day and night before finally showing signs of weakening.

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The location of the Purple Micro Palace is a gigantic vortex of wind and clouds.

This space was once very stable, but now it's more dangerous than any other place in the ancient fairy battlefield. The spatial storm is gradually dissipating, but its aftereffects constantly influence this place.

The storm clouds dissipated, the hurricane howled, space shattered, and spatial cracks appeared everywhere.

The young one of the myriad realms waited for a long time, especially paying attention to the sky above.

The heavenly hole is filled.

After finally deciding that there was no possibility of any further change, we decided to leave.

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After this battle.

Beichen Realm's most trusted confidant, the treacherous Ye Lao Mo, has 'ascended'.

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Though few died at the hands of Ye Lao Mo and Yu Gu, several perished in the Immortal Palace due to their greed. Many more were injured, with the Feather King suffering the worst injuries. Even transformed into a human form, his weakness was still evident.

Besides that, the Tianxing League and Qin Sang suffered the greatest losses.

The true Daoist Master's life and death are unknown. The Heavenly Alliance lacks a leader, with only the twin warriors capable of replacing the true Daoist Master.

Qin Sang was missing his senior sister and Bai, two good teachers and friends. He also lost a corpse king-level corpse refinement, but fortunately, the demonic fire and Yuanying talisman puppet were still there, otherwise his status would have plummeted.

To Qin Sang's dismay, the Jianji Hall and the ancient teleportation array also ascended with the Immortal Palace, cutting off his path to Canglang Sea.

All the previous plans concerning Canglang Sea are now useless.

>Master, it's best not to trust them. Besides, there are some senior cultivators with extremely high cultivation levels. If the Daoist Master joins their team, it would naturally be very safe, but...”T...