(Yu Ji.)

“…?”

Hearing an archaic voice that is filled with both powerlessness and affection calling out to her, Yu Ji raises her head.

(I… Leave the decision up to you. Summon out your Relic.)

“…Un.”

Despite being unsure of who this person was, something inside of her told Yu Ji to do as advised.

Momentarily, her bow appears in her grip, along with the quiver.

And among the arrows that are inside the quiver, one in particular is giving off a golden glow—prompting Yu Ji to retrieve it.

(This arrow contains a portion of my strength as a practitioner. You can either use it to shoot down that weapon, or… You can also choose to do nothing.)

“…”

Holding the arrow in her left hand, Yu Ji blinks her eyes with an expression of confusion.

If she chooses to perform the first option, she will no doubt be branded a traitor by Dainsfield. However, if she chooses to do nothing—that would mean losing Li.

Ever since she was conscious of her surroundings, Yu Ji has always felt an extreme sense of love for her little sister, as if the latter was the one who completed her.

In Wen Qing’s eyes, this couldn’t be anything but normal—for the two were originally a single individual.

However, due to the laws of the Leng Bing Realm—in its effort to force “Yu Ji” to forget about the existence of the real world, the original whole was split into two halves.

“…”

Raising her bow, Yu Ji takes aim at the Heaven’s Blade, to which, Ye Chen frowns, and—

“…Yu Ji, you…-?”

“Captain, vice-captain, you mind turning a blind eye to this?”

Towards Yu Ji’s question, Ye Chen replies—

“…You’re sure that your little sister is in that?”

“Positive.”

Taking out a domino mask, Li Xue passes it to Yu Ji.

“Vice-captain?”

“Theme item from my part-time job. If you’re going to do something outrageous, at least try to keep your face covered.”

Considering how unique her Relic is, Yu Ji felt like this won’t be very effective, but she nevertheless accepts it, and replies—

The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

“Thank you.”

………

Far above the altitude that the Heaven’s Blade is positioned at, the three practitioners of the Ling Yuan family look down at their feet—

“The hell is that?”

Seeing a colossal portion of the third mountain sliding off towards the seas like a block of tofu, Ling Yu Heng can’t help but frown.

With an odd look on his face, Qing Ming Yang remarks—

“Is this the weapon spirits’ attempt to mimic a divine art?”

Regardless of how powerful the Heaven’s Blade is as a weapon, it is incapable of cutting through the entirety of the third mountain in a single run through.

Not to mention, the magma—produced by the scorching heat, will eventually cool; hence, the need to make multiple cuts through the mountain before the entirety of its peak can be sliced off.

Given how long the entire process will take, there is a high likelihood of Li dying partway through.

………

*Guuuuuuuuu!!!* as the room trembles violently from what is happening on the outside, Long Hua maintains an expression of composure on his face, as he walks around the room in an attempt to look for anything unusual.

The fact that he cannot peer into this room from the outside—via his divine senses, means that there must be something special about it.

However, even after an entire day of examinations—

“Hmm. Anything on your end?”

Pressing sections of the walls at random, Tian Cheng reports—

“None, master.”

(Why don’t you just take the entire statue with you? I really don’t think there’s anything too special about the room on its own.)

In response to the Tai Xuan Emperor’s remark, Long Hua looks back at the headless statue.

“…”

Narrowing his eyes, Long Hua places a hand to his chin with a smile of amusement on his face. Due to the constant tremors, cracks have appeared on the statue’s body.

“Seems like you were right, Tai Xuan Emperor.”

(Uh?)

Taking out the statue’s head, Long Hua looks between it and the statue itself.

However, compared to the statue, the head isn’t giving off a pale white glow, as if to say that the head had never been a part of the statue to begin with.

Momentarily—

*Boom!* Long Hua strikes the air, and the shockwave generated by this punch hits the statue, causing it to collapse.

(Oh? Is this the part where you obtain a magic treasure or an ancient legacy that is reserved for a Chosen Child of the Heaven?)

Towards the Tai Xuan Emperor’s remark, Long Hua replies—

“I didn’t have a chance to say this before, but the last time you mentioned this, we ran into that unpleasant bastard.”

(Ah that’s… Well, *-laoban, you still came out of that encounter with plenty of stuff, didn’t you?)

“…”

As the dust cloud settles, Long Hua sees something giving off a pale white glow, and reaches his hand out towards it—

“Hm?”

Before he can even see what the object is, it immediately merges with his body, causing Long Hua to take three steps back.

Following this—

I wish to grow up sooner.

I wish to keep everyone safe.

I wish the Immortals would never find us.

I wish to have a peaceful retirement.

I wish to marry her with their blessings.

I wish this child to live happily.

I wish to live up to everyone’s expectations.

I wish for our side to emerge victorious in this war.

Here and now, we plead for Lord Tian She Zi to grant us your blessings. Spare us what you can—to prolong Dì Jūn’s (地君) movement.

Voices of varying ages and genders go off in Long Hua’s head, causing him to think—

(Prayers? Are all these the prayers that this statue had been made to hear over the passage of time? And this Di Jun? What is it?)

“Master.”

Being shaken by Tian Cheng, Long Hua abruptly recovers from his trance, as he drops the statue’s head near his feet, while the former asks—

“What happened?”

Pressing a hand to his chest, Long Hua doesn’t feel anything off about his body. In terms of cultivation base, there’s been no changes.

“…”

Maintaining silence, a blurry image appears within Long Hua’s head.

Within this image, a giant of some kind seems to be fighting several practitioners all at once.

Narrowing his eyes, Long Hua says—

“Waste of time coming here, that’s all I can say.”

(What? You’re telling me you didn’t get anything out of that just now? You’re joking, right?)

“I heard a bunch of worthless prayers. Nothing interesting.”