Are There Only Demonesses Left in the Cultivation Realm?

Jiang Jiayi was a little curious.

She didn’t understand such things. All she knew was how to swing her sword and cut down everything she saw.

"Almost nothing in this world can transcend time. Logically, since you’ve cultivated your Dao to the Yao Guang level, you should be the strongest in the world. So why have the past few years been..."

"Because there was no need. Besides, this Dao has too many restrictions."

Xia Lianxue smiled faintly. She couldn’t be bothered to mention that after spending a century stabilizing the situation in Miao Yu Palace, the only times she used her Great Dao were basically to search for Lu Changyuan.

"Besides, many things exist outside the scope of time. Against a Yao Guang of equal standing, the ’reversal’ effect is limited."

Jiang Jiayi nodded, still not quite understanding what Xia Lianxue meant by "reversal."

The Little Fairy in a White Skirt continued, "And there are many things that are not under time’s jurisdiction."

’There are things in this world that are not under time’s jurisdiction?’

The Red-clothed Sword Immortal pondered for a long while but couldn’t think of anything.

"Take your True Sword Dao, for example. Now that you’ve reached your current level, it’s very difficult for me to reverse your swordsmanship back to a state before you even drew your sword."

Xia Lianxue paused. "Then there’s the Young Master’s sword, Taiyi, and things like that. They’re just too far beyond reason! I have no idea how the Young Master even cultivated them."

Jiang Jiayi could only offer a small smile.

But the Little Fairy lifted the lid of her teacup with her hand, gently stroking the bowl. "There are many others. For example, death. Death also exists outside of time."

"What do you mean?"

"Death represents slumber. Eternal slumber."

In death, eternity and an instant are the same concept. In such a state, time has already lost all meaning.

For death, time, space—everything loses its meaning, leaving only eternal rest.

That was why Xia Lianxue said that death exists outside of time.

CLANG.

The sound of a sword falling to the ground came from not far away.

Jiang Jiayi and Xia Lianxue turned their heads at the same time, only to see Qiu Yuehan staring coldly at the sky.

Her immortal bearing was exceptional, beautiful as a pure lotus, cold as the winter moon.

In the middle of their conversation, Qiu Yuehan seemed to have been distracted by something. She was just standing there in a daze, having even dropped the sword from her hand.

Of course, that was only what someone unfamiliar with her would have seen.

Xia Lianxue, however, could tell that her senior sister was spacing out.

So, she prepared another cup of tea, looked toward Qiu Yuehan, and said gently, "Senior Sister?"

Hearing Xia Lianxue’s call, Qiu Yuehan finally snapped out of it. She picked up her sword, rubbed her forehead, and walked over.

"What is it, Junior Sister?"

"You should rest for a while. There’s no rush to practice your swordsmanship."

Qiu Yuehan nodded and sat down, but she was still clearly distracted.

The Red-clothed Sword Immortal said, "Little Junior Sister, since she is not here, I am temporarily the acting Sect Leader. I’m afraid I can’t take you to the Spirit Race like I said I would."

With the Daoist Sect Master absent, the Red-clothed Sword Immortal had to stay behind to hold down the fort.

Qiu Yuehan nodded. "It’s fine. It’s not urgent."

She now knew her mother was Feng Xianlong, but who was her father?

The question inexplicably surfaced again. Qiu Yuehan couldn’t help but think about it carefully. That strange feeling from just now... it was... indescribable.

’Why is my Demon Pattern heating up again?’

’Does that Old Monster really have the nerve to strengthen the Demon Pattern?’

’He’s so awful!’

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A comfortable smile spread across Lu Changyuan’s face.

Ah.

That felt good.

To personally shatter the scheme of a thousand-year-old enemy and heavily injure it... how could one even describe such a feeling?

It was like watching the clouds drift by on a clear day, sitting on a grassy lawn by the coast, with the sound of the rising and falling tide in your ears.

No, that’s not quite right.

Perhaps it was more like the taste of that first sip of wine after a thousand-mile night raid, having just cut off your father’s murderer’s head as the night wind blows past?

It was probably indescribable.

In any case, his Dao Heart was clearer than ever.

Although, he still couldn’t kill that damn Desire Demon.

After all, to completely kill the Desire Demon, one would probably have to kill every cultivator in the world below the Yao Guang level.

That wasn’t realistic.

So, the current outcome was already the best possible result.

Having lost half of its body, the Desire Demon would probably have a hard time causing trouble for the next few years.

Lu Changyuan stretched his limbs slightly and returned to his own body, feeling a lightness he had never experienced before.

"Fourth Realm."

He was still in the Fourth Realm.

But the path to the Fifth Realm was already crystal clear, just as it had been for Su Youwan when she went to Upper Jade Capital back then.

When Lu Changyuan’s Five Desires and Six Dust Heart Transformation Technique broke through to the Fifth Realm, he would naturally reach the Fifth Realm Jade Balance.

There was no need to rush.

Power was linked to difficulty.

The slow pace of cultivation only proved how strong this thing was!

Lu Changyuan got up and walked onto the Path of Death.

The surrounding Nether Qi couldn’t really corrupt him. He had already walked this long and desolate Path of Death once before.

This time, the journey was much easier than before. None of those black hands appeared along the way to try and drag him down.

The last time he came, those black wrists had wrapped tightly around his legs, trying to pull him into the Netherworld on either side.

The colorless darkness on both sides was actually the Nether Monarch’s Path of Death. To fall in meant certain doom.

Not only that, but the Nether Qi here was extremely lethal to the living. If one was too deeply corrupted by it, they would lose their sanity.

Lu Changyuan carefully recalled the past.

"It was only after leaving the Path of Death that I began preparing to walk the path of the Red Dust again."

That was all a long, long time ago.

Lu Changyuan shook his head, pushing the distant memories from his mind. He focused instead on figuring out how to leave the Path of Death.

The Path of Death was a road with no visible end. It would wear down a person’s patience to the extreme. Surrounded by a cramped space, if one stayed too long, they would lose their sense of time. The feeling of empty loneliness could eventually drive a person mad.