Whoosh—

A streak of dark red light shot straight at Dark Stream Annihilation. Dark Stream Annihilation hurriedly dodged; after evading seven or eight times in a row, he was still caught off guard and got gored once by Qiongqi's horn.

With that blow from Qiongqi, Dark Stream Annihilation fell from the sky like a meteor into a stretch of ruins, smashing out a gigantic crater, a shocking sight.

Watching from afar, Wen Ping couldn't help sighing, "It really is a Qiongqi that has cultivated for 599 years—its power doubled in an instant. What a pity you're still under a debuff."

While there was still a bit of time left, Dark Stream Annihilation turned into a Black Shadow, shuttling through the sky. The Black Scythe was raised once again; he simply did not fear Qiongqi's attacks, looking like he was ready to perish together with it.

Boom!

The two collided again. Dark Stream Annihilation was sent flying once more, and Qiongqi's body was again sliced open by Dark Stream Annihilation, a huge gash tearing across it, dark red blood instantly dyeing most of its body red.

After being wounded once again, Qiongqi became even more enraged.

It started relentlessly pursuing Dark Stream Annihilation, and Dark Stream Annihilation, under Wen Ping's command, kept trading life for life with Qiongqi. Wen Ping, meanwhile, kept seizing opportunities to slap a weakening BUFF on Qiongqi.

Halving its defense—this was no joke.

Just like that, they fought for three days and three nights straight.

Everything within a hundred miles around had been devastated beyond recognition. High mountains were leveled; rivers were shattered and cut off, turning into countless streams; plains were pounded into basins, with peaks on both sides that used to be flat land.

After three days and three nights, the wounds on Qiongqi's body had grown more and more numerous. Hundreds of wounds were still oozing blood; every time Qiongqi launched an attack, a bloody rain would fall, dyeing the ground dark red.

Yet Qiongqi's blood seemed inexhaustible. It had been flowing for three days and three nights in succession and still continued to flow.

However, Qiongqi was slowly becoming weaker, while Dark Stream Annihilation, thanks to Death Qi constantly restoring its body, had only actually "died" twice despite taking Qiongqi's attacks head-on all this time.

"Let's see how much longer you can keep this up." As long as Qiongqi wasn't dead, Wen Ping had no intention of leaving.

Just then, Qiongqi suddenly threw back its head and let out a long howl at the sky, its voice full of grief.

There was a bit of a death-cry feel to it.

But the sound was far too overwhelming, rumbling like Celestial Thunder, which made Wen Ping feel that something was off.

Then he saw Qiongqi suddenly change direction, no longer throwing itself desperately at Dark Stream Annihilation, but instead charging toward the depths of the Final Forbidden Area.

Wen Ping immediately realized, "It's trying to run!"

He instantly ordered Dark Stream Annihilation to pursue. Like a starving wolf, it pounced, and once it caught up the two tangled together again. But Qiongqi still showed no sign of stopping; while grappling and tearing at Dark Stream Annihilation, it continued to fly toward the depths of the Final Forbidden Area.

Wen Ping shouted inwardly, "Kill it faster, don't let it reach the depths of the Final Forbidden Area!"

What lay within the Final Forbidden Area was completely beyond Wen Ping's imagination.

If Qiongqi had helpers in there, then what?

Without another word, Wen Ping issued a death order.

Dark Stream Annihilation immediately used its Split Skill, turning into Black Shadow and merging into Qiongqi's body. From afar, Qiongqi looked shrouded by wisps of black smoke as it frantically fled. Just a few breaths later, a Dark Moon suddenly appeared in the sky; the Black Scythe pierced through Qiongqi's body from its flank, running straight through it, as if cleaving Qiongqi's entire body in two.

Pfft—

When the Dark Moon reached Perfection, Dark Stream Annihilation burst out of Qiongqi's body, and Qiongqi's fleeing form came to an abrupt halt. Then it split into two halves, while blood poured down like a waterfall.

At this moment, Wen Ping's gaze fixed on that golden, gleaming Demon Pill. He immediately wrapped it with his Spiritual Power and retrieved it into his hand. A 599-year Demon Pill, the size of a head, a bit too big to hold with one hand. The Demon Qi it released was not much weaker than that of a Demon Immortal's Demon Pill.

Just then, a deep voice boomed from the distant sky, "Who is so bold as to dare hunt down my Demon Servant?"

The voice seemed to come from above the Ninth Heaven itself, carrying a powerful, innate pressure.

Wen Ping heard it, and his expression shifted a little. "Looks like something at the Celestial Unrestricted level has appeared."

With that, Wen Ping hastily flew off into the air.

Of course, leaving the Final Forbidden Area was out of the question.

He'd at most change locations.

Reputation was hard-earned; he couldn't let it go to waste!

Half a stick of incense after Wen Ping left the site of Qiongqi's death, a colossal Demon Beast a thousand zhang long, capable of churning the Sea of Clouds, appeared there. Its whole body was cyan, with four limbs, each limb bearing five claws. When it stepped on the ground, those five claws sank deep into the earth—this was a Cyan Dragon!

The Cyan Dragon halted in front of Qiongqi's corpse, lifted its head to the sky in fury, and let out peal after peal of dragon roars that echoed for a thousand miles.

At that very moment, many Demon Beasts that had been resting peacefully deep in the mountains suddenly rose, then soared into the air, beginning to scour their territories for traces of intruders.

Each of them possessed power on par with Qiongqi. In other words, the Cyan Dragon's power surpassed them all.

It was an existence on the level of a Demon Ancestor!

Wen Ping, however, knew none of this, because after flying a hundred or two hundred miles away, he had already resumed sweeping up Demon Pills.

Then he suddenly saw that on the cliff face of a sheer precipice there was actually a poem inscribed—"The Great Dao is like Qing Tian, I alone cannot get out."

"Is this cursive script?"

"Semi-cursive?"

Wen Ping recognized the characters, and he had seen this style of script before. He also seemed to have seen this line of verse somewhere.

"How come there's someone who carved a poem in semi-cursive on the rock wall?" Wen Ping's heart was full of curiosity.

Then he hurriedly asked the system, "System, was this Final Forbidden Area of Fa Yuan Valley created by you, or what?"

"Fa Yuan Valley is a corner of another world, belonging to a truly existing world."

"So this is an actual Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

"You could put it that way. However, there are no humans here; everyone was relocated before Fa Yuan Valley was constructed."

"Then what's this?"

Wen Ping pointed at the line of verse on the stone wall.

And the semi-cursive script!

The system did not answer.

Wen Ping understood—the system didn't know either.

He immediately started looking around, and then his gaze landed on the character "alone," because there was a hole in it.

When Wen Ping sent his Spiritual Power probing inside, he unexpectedly found that his Spiritual Power was actually bounced back out.

This was the first time Wen Ping had encountered such a situation—something that could repel his Spiritual Power.

"I have to go take a look!"

Wen Ping at once flew toward that stone cave, landing at the opening that was about the height of a person. He had only walked a few steps inside when he saw the ground littered with shattered and intact wine jars, as well as wine pots and wine cups.

It was clear that someone who was addicted to wine had once lived here; whether the poem on the stone wall had been left by him was unknown.

Just as Wen Ping continued deeper, after walking roughly a dozen meters into the cave, he saw the wooden plaque described by the system—Cyan Lotus Sword Trial Land.

"So I've actually found a Trial Land." Wen Ping continued reading the plaque, which did indeed contain detailed explanations.

In simple terms, the Cyan Lotus Sword was created by someone called the Wine Sword Immortal. The stronger the Spiritual Power, the stronger the Cyan Lotus Sword. It was similar in principle to the Sword Control Skill, but it was far more powerful than Sword Control Skill.

Because for all its lofty talk, Sword Control Skill in truth was only a beginner's Swordsmanship in the Immortal World.

Truly powerful Swordsmanship was like this Cyan Lotus Sword. It had Sword Techniques, could give rise to Sword Intent, and the Sword Intent produced by the Sword Techniques could even surpass the Sword Techniques themselves. This was nothing rare.

What was worth noting was that this turned out to be a one-time-use Trial Land.

In other words, as long as Wen Ping took the Trial's reward, this Trial Land would be directly scrapped.

The system suddenly reminded him, "Host, not only this one; all the Trial Lands within Fa Yuan Valley are unique. First come, first served."

Wen Ping suddenly saw the light.

So that's how it is!

"System, what Grade would this Cyan Lotus Sword be considered?" Seeing that the plaque didn't specify, Wen Ping asked directly.

"It has no Grade, same as Sword Control Skill. The stronger the host's Spiritual Power, the stronger the Cyan Lotus Sword."

"Another one with no Grade."

Wen Ping was delighted.

This was exactly the kind he liked.