Driven by a sense of crisis that she had never experienced before, Su Yilin pointed to the map she had found and said loudly, “The Divine Weapon is here. Everyone, trust me.”

Su Yilin’s amazing luck was undeniable. On the day they all ascended the Holy Mountain for training, her senior brothers and sisters had all gained their own opportunities.

Now that the junior sister was so confident, it meant that one of the three small sacred artifacts, the Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword, will be in the possession of the Sword Saint in no time. The injury to the Golden Winged Spirit Eagle did not diminish its strength and status. The admiration of everyone present grew.

Li Cangyan smiled gently as well.

Even if the Golden Winged Spirit Eagle was injured, he possessed the bloodline power of Ji Yao, as well as the blessing of the Divine Sword. He was already invincible in the entire Spirit Continent.

“I truly envy the Sword Saint.”

“He became famous at a young age and possesses extraordinary luck. He is truly the future of our righteous path.”

“It must be thrilling to use it to slaughter those demons.”

Li Cangyan looked at the map with a faint smile. “Open it.”

Everyone was ready to be amazed, witnessing the descent of divine weapons.

“Wow.”

“Wow!”

Li Cangyan confidently glanced sideways, but his smile suddenly froze on his lips.

Inside the Dragon Burial Mound where the Divine Sword is stored, the originally sealed bronze stone platform had been opened by someone. Inside, there was nothing left, no trace of divine weapons. The inner walls were engraved with crooked characters resembling a child’s handwriting.

“Been here, done that.”

The writing was fresh, clearly just written.

Li Cangyan didn’t even have time to be angry, but his heart was filled with immense shock and curiosity about who this mysterious person was.

To be able to enter the Dragon Burial Mound unnoticed and take away the Divine Sword right in front of him, it brought about a faint fear within him that he had never felt before.

Who could this sacred being possibly be?

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“Hahaha.”

Yao Yao hugged the Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword, happily leaving her mark in that spot.

In this world, every spiritual artifact is unique. By obtaining it, she proved that the original location of the item no longer had it.

Thanks to her chest store, she was able to leave a trace in the original spot.

The Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword was an intricate bronze long blade as sharp as frost. It had a heavy and ancient body, exuding an indescribable sense of solemnity and holiness.

In the past, when Yao Yao was in the hospital, her parents were afraid she would hurt herself or become devastated by the pain of treatment. They didn’t even let her touch a pair of scissors. Now, she could wield such a massive weapon.

She had truly grown up.

The beginner quests from the online store were very user-friendly. Knowing that her spiritual power cultivation was still weak, Yao Yao struggled to climb the hundred-meter ladder and was rewarded with a blood spirit pearl.

Perfect, she had collected seven of them now.

Yao Yao successfully exchanged for a super divine item for the first time and even obtained a special character card.

Now, she and Chong Yan had increased their combat power.

However, working at such heights was indeed dangerous. Yao Yao never dared to look down and quickly put away the Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword and the card into her spiritual sea. She looked up, curious about how high the ladder went.

But at this moment, she heard a sound behind her, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

The ancient demon stood silently at the bottom of the cliff.

His silver hair, like ice, fluttered in the wind, flowing and then falling.

Startled, she instinctively turned her head, but a sudden dizziness from the height made her lose her balance. She staggered backward, her hand trembling, and unexpectedly, she fell.

Terrified, she instinctively closed her eyes and desperately tried to summon the Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword in her mind, hoping it would support her despite her lack of proficiency.

But in the next moment, something cold and heavy wrapped around her waist.

“Ah!”

In an instant, that thing pulled her down and they both fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

She was carefully placed on the ground, and it took her a moment before she dared to open her eyes.

Several meters away, Chong Yan silently watched her.

His heterochromatic eyes revealed no emotions, but it seemed as if a snowstorm had covered the entire mountain.

An indescribable sense of emptiness filled the air.

As she regained her senses, Yao Yao noticed that Chong Yan had changed his clothes.

He wore a pitch-black straight-collared gown with a rare silver border, which showed slight signs of age through faint creases. Nevertheless, he looked exceptionally handsome, like a cold wooden sculpture on a snowy mountain, with exquisitely carved features. A slight shadow fell beneath his eyebrows, giving him a detached and desolate aura.

Yao Yao stared at him, dumbfounded.

Then, belatedly, she noticed that Chong Yan seemed to have just finished bathing.

His hair was still slightly damp, and the remaining moisture had frozen into ice, coldly hanging on his pale forehead. He looked so clean, as if he didn’t belong to this world, just like the first time Yao Yao saw him.

Yao Yao nervously tugged at the edge of his skirt, “Chong Yan…”

The ancient demon slowly put down what he was holding.

He had tried hard for a long time, but could only manage to find these few things.

Chong Yan didn’t directly burn the ladder, unwilling to trap her in such a way.

It’s possible that her family was searching for her.

Therefore, he cannot make the decision for her whether to leave or not.

From birth to adulthood, to being broken, the immortal demon has lived a long and painful life, and no one has ever chosen him.

But if it’s her, the one who has been with him for thirty thousand years, the one who said she would plant roses for him, can she choose him once?

However, when he returned with his hunt, he saw that she had chosen to leave.

The fish demon at Chong Yan’s feet was still struggling in its dying moments, then gradually stopped flapping and turned into silence.

“You can go” he said slowly.

Go back to the Spirit Continent.

Go find your family.

Live a good life.

No need to pity him anymore.

Yao Yao stared at him blankly.

But Chong Yan lowered his gaze, turned around, and walked towards the cave.

After taking a few steps, unable to bear it, he stopped.

He turned his head sideways and glanced back.

The girl was bowing her head, searching for something.

Before Yao Yao looked up, Chong Yan turned around once again, his profile tense like ice.

But soon, she caught up to him and grabbed his sleeve.

Chong Yan didn’t dare to turn around.

“But didn’t you say,” Yao Yao’s clear and gentle voice sounded, like a soft and warm breeze.

The tall ancient demon asked in a gruff voice, “Say what?”

Yao Yao held the seed he had placed in her hand and held onto his hand.

“Say, stay.”