it his phone, holding me into the coffin with both hands.I used my phone as a light and descended into the secret tomb beneath the coffin.The air here is stifling. The grandfather moved everything ou...Jiang Qiyun seemed not to hear, with a cold and frosty attitude, repeatedly killing and destroying.

I wanted to run over, but a gust of sword wind grazed my face. Luckily, Mu Wanchen pulled me back.

"Who is he" Mu Wanchen stared at Jiang Qiyun with a deep gaze, every bone in his body tensed in alertness.

The little ancestor in my belly seemed to sense something, churning and writhing incessantly, leaving me feeling flustered and burning with anxiety.

He was...mine—" I glanced at Jiang Qiyun from afar, feeling a sense of powerlessness and despair in my heart.

How can I persuade him Even if I reach out with all my might, I cannot touch his arm.

Jiang Qiyun's side profile was as cold as frost, he stood on the boulder, looking down at the fallen corpses one by one.

In his eyes, reflected the crimson flames of karmic retribution. In his hands, he severed one life after another.

Mu Wanchen suddenly moved.

I don't know how powerful the Shaman King is. Legend has it that the Shaman King is the mortal closest to a god. Isn't he afraid of being accidentally injured by Jiang Qiyun

The Warchief appeared before the terrified reanimated corpses, barring the way of several women clutching their children. He slashed at the ground, a fissure opening up and Rivercloud's chains snaked out to bind the necks of those present. However, the wind whipped up by the blades was stopped by the chasm.

Jiang Qiyun lifted his eyes, the fire in his black eyes burning brightly.

"...Grand Shaman Is there such a person..." he said coldly.

Mu Wanchen pressed against his mask, bowed slightly to Jiang Qiyun, and said in a low voice, "Between god and demon, you should stop."

Qingluan suddenly appeared beside me, pulling me out of the water: "Little Madam, if you had stayed in the village, it would have been alright! Your Majesty wouldn't even have burned the village! He learned that we found you, and immediately burned the entire village along with the people and corpses!"

Her voice was laced with fear: “I don't know what happened to the Emperor, either. If it was just to save you, after learning you were safe, he immediately burned this place down... Could it be that he wants to completely eliminate all traces”

"Such a terrifying Emperor! He wouldn't casually kill before, even when eradicating evil, this method of extermination is a major taboo among immortals!"

The more I listened, the more uncomfortable I became. Why was Jiang Qiyun so angry Was it really because of me

I'm not running around randomly, I just stand there honestly and get schemed against anyway. What should I do

Since Si Tu Lin can gather these Corpse Cultivators under his command, there's no guarantee he won't also take in other demonic and heretical practitioners. It's simply too difficult to defend against.

The Shaman King was still blocking Jiang Qiyun's blade, stubbornly stating, "You are a god, you should know to respect Heaven and the Ancestors! Even if you are eradicating evil, you shouldn't use methods that seal off all doors. These living souls have all been reduced to ashes, don't you fear the wrath of Heaven"

"...They deserved to be wiped out. This is the consequence of their actions, but I did it myself." Jiang Qiyun's voice remained emotionless.

Arise, clouds...

Don't do that.

My heart is extremely distressed.

He now seems like he won't listen to any advice.

"...Let these children go." Mu Wanchen spoke. "Their wickedness is still very little."

Jiang Qiyun coldly smiled and said, "You are preoccupied with yourself, still harboring kindness for these demonic children They were born with the resentment of their mothers and the chaotic energy of lust. Their souls are already tainted, and you expect them to atone for their ancestors How laughable."

Mu Wanchen silently looked at the few children behind him: "… You are a deity, you don't understand how important the continuation of life is to mortals. Even if there are karmic obstacles, let them eliminate them themselves."

His words seemed to touch Jiang Qiyun. He lowered his sword-holding hand and withdrew the enormous dharma form.

"Qiyun!" I couldn't help but call out his name again.

This time, he looked back at me.

I ran towards him, stepping on the loose stones along the shore, one foot deep and one shallow. He lightly jumped down from a giant boulder and I caught him in my arms.

It's okay, it's okay...

Still within reach.

"Why must you do this yourself These people, even if they deserve punishment, can be sent to the underworld and suffer for eternity in the twenty-four hells before being utterly obliterated. Why must you personally intervene—"

I was quick to blame him.

Actually, I don't hold any resentment towards him in my heart. I'm just afraid that this might add to his karmic burden.

Jiang Qiyun lowered his eyes and looked at me, saying lightly: "Don't you remember Mingzhang is now missing. If it falls into the hands of someone with ill intentions, these ghosts might be able to escape. They are very persistent about you, so... it's best to eliminate the evil."

There was a twinge of fear in my heart. It turned out that the evil he spoke of wasn't the kind that harms the world, like necromancy or dark magic. He meant something far more sinister – something that could still harm me.

When personal desires outweigh great compassion, what kind of karmic burden would that be for a deity with divine authority

Jiang Qiyun lowered his head slightly and sniffed me, asking softly, "What kind of person is this Shaman King I smell his scent on you."

"Yesterday he saved me, took me out of the zombie village..."

"Is that so" Jiang Qiyun leaned slightly closer to my earlobe, as if wanting to take a bite.

A bird resembling a crane suddenly flew down from the black hole in the sky. This large bird didn't seem afraid of the fire, and it flew straight into the raging inferno on Mount Taohuo.

Jiang Qiyun narrowed her eyes and murmured, "...Mind your own business."

"What's that" I asked curiously.

He didn't answer, instead turning his head to instruct Qingluan: "Go and inform the earth spirits and soldiers to return to their positions. Also, tell Mu Yunfan that Xiao Qiao is here with me."

I didn't have time to ask before he turned and pulled me into a swirl of light.

Is this a magic circle to return to my room

I could feel the fierce wind raging in my ears, surrounded by emptiness. The scenery around me seemed to be constantly shifting.

"Qiyun, what kind of bird is that Why are you leaving"

That's Bi Fang, the essence of fire. It can devour flames and was sent by the old man Ziwei to clean up the mess.

"Then… where do we go" This doesn't look like the way to my room!

He looked at me coldly, then suddenly broke into a somewhat sinister smile.

Laugh What was he thinking

"Go to...the Pure Land of Bliss."

》》》

Thirty-three days outside the sky, nine heavens and clouds outside there are immortals.

A verse that has haunted the world's dreams.

It is said that the places where immortals reside are mostly pure and tranquil lands, manifested by their boundless magical powers as boundless and magnificent scenery, revered fairy realms.

I don't know where other immortals live. I imagine they reside in ethereal realms with picturesque mountains and rivers, surrounded by auspicious clouds and magnificent palaces.

Jiang Qiyun's Pure Bliss Heavenly Paradise, was his own magic manifested. However...

The style is somewhat indescribable.

I saw dark mountains in the distance, like shadowy hills stretching endlessly. Closer by, there were fields of crimson spider lilies. But these weren't anything special to him; after all, he had witnessed these sights day after day for thousands of years.

However, what about that three-story detached house with a courtyard on Culture Street, and the lakeside park just around the corner from my house

Cross-border mix and match

"You... don't you think the decorating style is a bit strange"

"It's fine, I'll just manifest what comes to mind." He seemed content as long as he had a roof over his head.

What else is missing

I sincerely asked him, wanting to help brainstorm together.

His eyes dimmed, he bowed his head slightly, the depths within them holding a turbulent undercurrent.

"...you."s small village" I asked.The old man let out a few dry, cackling laughs without replying.My brother scoffed and said, “What’s there to pretend about His master must be a female ghost! At least four hu...