Because the rules of this expedition to Mount Suru had changed, and the number of people entering had increased,
within Mount Suru, conflicts continuously arose among cultivators. With thousands entering, in just a short day, due to encounters with demonic beasts and fratricide, already more than five hundred cultivators had fallen.
All were unaware that when these cultivators fell, their True Spirits, after drifting out of Mount Suru, were not absorbed by the Reincarnation Land but instead floated towards the directions of the eight Ghost Peaks where they had originally lived.
Following the entry of these True Spirits into the Ghost Peaks, the leaves of the locust trees in front of the mountain peaks also began to transform. The originally lush, green leaves and branches, as if tainted with fresh blood, gradually turned blood-red.
At the sa ti, many cultivators and Supre Saint Experts also failed to notice that beneath the eight sacred mountains and this plain, wisps of black mist were entwining. This ribbon-like black fog under the earth connected the eight Ghost Peaks, slowly rging into one.
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On the second day of the expedition to Mount Suru, Ji Huo'er spent it in contemplative cultivation.
After an entire day, the colorful glow and Buddhist rune light circulating around Ji Huo'er gradually dimd, and the Great Dao Laws surged around her.
Ji Huo'er abruptly opened her eyes, her gaze as sharp as lightning, sparkling with keen brilliance.
"Dragon Transformation Realm Interdiate Stage, reached!"
The effect of this Sacred Fruit really was trendous, not only strengthening her Soul but also allowing her to refine a portion of the Divine Fragnts remaining within her Sea of Consciousness.
The powerful Divine Power and the dicinal strength of the Sacred Fruit resonated within her body, enabling her to break through one major and one minor realm in succession.
Qinchuan and Ji Huo'er were unaware that just as they were making their breakthrough, an event that shook everyone had occurred in Mount Suru.
That day, within the space of Mount Suru, a golden portal appeared above everyone's heads. To the left and right of the portal, golden and black mists rose, creating an air of mystery and eeriness.
The portal stood aloft in the void, and every cultivator on the ground, be they of the ridian Opening Realm or Supre Saint Experts, saw the huge portal above their heads.
People went through the portal and arrived directly at that utopian space.
Originally, Fu Hu, with great care and planning, hoped to separate the experts of different levels. However, after people went through the portal, they started to gather in the sa space.
And all this was still unknown to Ji Huo'er.
After getting up, Ji Huo'er returned to that utopian space established by the Demon Fox.
"Oh?"
"Why have so many people suddenly co?"
Ji Huo'er passed through the stone wall and appeared in this Mustard Seed Space.
She imdiately realized that the original silent and vast valley was now incredibly lively.
Countless cultivators descended upon this world, searching for fortunes and treasures of heaven and earth, plucking the grasses and plants in the valley clean, devastating the tranquil and beautiful valley like a swarm of locusts passing through.
In the distance, cultivators bombarded the continuous mountain ranges, seemingly trying to break them open to see if treasures were buried within.
"This fresh and shallow mound of dirt must surely have sothing buried here!"
Just then, a middle-aged man in the late stage of the Dragon Transformation Realm discovered the mound of earth where Ji Huo'er had buried the Demon Fox the day before and exclaid with joy.
"Quick, dig it up and see!"
Two cultivators carrying Spirit Swords, clearly disciples of the Heavenly Sword Gate, approached eagerly.
As they spoke, one of the Heavenly Sword Gate disciples ford swords with his fingers, unleashing Daoist Divine Abilities at the burial mound.
"Chichi—" The demon fox lay in Ji Huo'er's arms, and seeing this scene, it cried out anxiously.
Ji Huo'er was also extrely angry at the actions of these cultivators.
From her mouth, she spat out a ball of Divine Fire, the flas fierce and splendid, rushing towards the three, shattering the Heavenly Sword Gate disciple's divine skills in an instant.
"Hmm?"
The intense flas released a brilliant light, and the trendous energy exploded, blasting the three cultivators who had gathered together to dig up the grave into an awkward retreat.
"Who is it? Are you courting death?"
The three cultivators, singed by Ji Huo'er's ball of Divine Fire, had several large holes burned into their clothing and singed hair, looked over in fury.
"Where did this little girl with yellow hair co from, daring to strike at us?"
Their eyes glinted fiercely as they gave up on digging up the grave in front of them and instead surrounded Ji Huo'er.
"Can't you see that this is a grave?"
Ji Huo'er stood tall and proud, her gaze steady and defiant as she puffingly asked.
"Hmph, so what if it's a grave?" The Heavenly Sword Gate disciple who had taken action snorted coldly, "Not to ntion so naless grave, even if it were the Great Emperor's Tomb, we'd enter if we wanted. What's it to you?"
"Hehe, girl, I see you're quite worked up. Could it be that soone you know is buried inside this tomb?" said another cultivator with a laugh.
"To , it seems like this grave was prepared for her," the first cultivator who had taken action said coldly.
"Let's all go together and take care of this girl who doesn't know her place first."
No sooner had he spoken than the last one said, "Wait, I rember who she is now. She's from the main sect."
"Hmm? This girl is from the main sect?" The two who were about to take action looked at the last person, confused.
They were not Zhou Duo, and they didn't have such a strong aversion to the main sect, nor were they willing to commit fratricide.
"This girl is a maid from the side of that waste Thirteenth Prince from the main sect!" The last disciple explained, having seen Ji Huo'er from a distance before.
"She's one of those four infamous waste cultivators of the Chen Grade Level?"
Hearing this, the other two cultivators exchanged glances, their anger sowhat diminished, a smile forcing its way onto their faces.
They were all too familiar with the Thirteenth Prince and his three underlings.
"Nevertheless, she's just a maid. The Thirteenth Prince's reputation took a dive after his trip to Mount Suru, and surely the main sect won't devote much effort to cultivate him in the future, so killing his maid would hardly matter."
The two cultivators, who had hesitated a little earlier out of caution for a fellow sect mber, spoke up again and approached Ji Huo'er.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ji Huo'er, standing with her head held high, said stubbornly, "I was wrong to act hastily when I saw you digging that grave earlier, I can give you an Elixir to heal your injuries."
Ji Huo'er was lively and loved moving around, enjoyed hunting fierce beasts, and was keen on sparring, but she did not like killing people.
She could tell that these people had murder in their eyes and once a fight started, it would be hard to avoid casualties. Moreover, since she had no grudges with them, she was not keen on fighting.
However, her words only made the three of them think that she was showing fear.
"Hmph, you realize you're scared now? Too late!" The middle-aged man in the Interdiate Stage of Dragon Transformation glared fiercely.
Because he was the first to dig at the grave, Ji Huo'er's Divine Fire had exploded on him, and half of his hair was burned, igniting a blazing rage in his heart.
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