My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 1321 - 1240: Daring to Advance and Retreat Together with You

The barrier breaks, and the Black Desert finally reveals its true face.

Qin Liuxi looks at those few multicolored beams of light reaching the sky, with Qi Fortune endlessly surging inside. As it reaches some point in the Void, it seems blocked and falls in some direction.

That is the God Formation.

Qin Liuxi’s eyes half-close, and she snorts coldly. Though this Qi Fortune is all Golden Auspicious Qi, it’s too mixed. If one were to absorb it, without being careful, they might suffer a backlash.

She withdraws her gaze, again looking at the panorama before her. Unlike the world outside with its vast white snow covering everything in silver, this piece of land encircled by the barrier, perhaps due to the influence of Spiritual Energy, is lush with green mountains and forests, jagged rocks, pristine waters, and green grasses without a trace of snow.

Here, it seems like a small separate world.

"Is this the Realm of Nothingness? A Secret Realm left by ancient powers?" Feng Xiu scoffs a bit: "Isn’t it a bit too small-time?"

Qin Liuxi says: "There’s an Array."

"Hmm?"

Qin Liuxi closes her eyes for a moment and opens them again. Her bright eyes seem like the Eyes of Golden Flame, quickly discerning the distinct aspects: "It’s the Mysterious Formation."

Feng Xiu’s mouth twitches: "There’s a big barrier outside, and a Mysterious Formation here. He’s not so confident after all; isn’t he afraid we’ll ruin his great plan?"

"Stop jesting, he isn’t simple. After spending so many years arranging things, it’s not merely amusement, playing tricks on us," Qin Liuxi shakes her head and says: "Especially when success is just a step away, naturally he’ll be more cautious. The path to become a god can be attempted once or twice, but not thrice. He doesn’t want to fail."

A third time might not have the patience to wait for another opportunity; after all, watching the passage of time and the changing of dynasties can be quite lonely.

"I’ll break the array first." Qin Liuxi charges ahead.

Despite the difficulty of each hurdle, no matter his myriad tricks, she breaks through each one, determined to overcome them.

Given Qin Liuxi’s current cultivation, breaking a Mysterious Formation is easy. She quickly identifies the Array Eye, showing no mercy, directly shattering it into pieces. The entire premises tremble violently, and birds fly away in urgency.

With the Mysterious Formation broken, the scene changes as if into another painting. A majestic and verdant mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, mountain flowers in full bloom, emerald green birds soaring low, emitting pleasant calls.

Green Lake Immortal Trace, uniquely infused with Spiritual Energy.

Qin Liuxi looks at everything before her without any emotional fluctuation, even feeling disgusted.

Because this Spiritual Energy is spawned from many people’s lives and Qi Fortune, burdened with karma and sin.

Feng Xiu steps forward, says: "Now there’s something worth seeing."

He looks towards the most concentrated center of Spiritual Energy, his gaze sharp.

Is that place destined to be their burial ground?

Their action is just commencing, when hearing a commotion from the Void, turning they see the Qingping Temple’s people and monks from the adjacent Wuxiang Temple arriving, including Master Hui Neng.

Qin Liuxi steps forward, Teng Zhao and others salute her, Qing Yuan says: "Except for the old Taoist who isn’t able to move, all who can come are here. Although we aren’t much help, smashing a talisman is always possible."

Qin Liuxi helplessly says: "Zhaozhao, look after your Qing Yuan uncle and the temple’s disciples."

"Yes."

Qin Liuxi then walks to Master Hui Neng, who is smiling at her, and salutes him as a junior.

Master Hui Neng says: "I said before, you wouldn’t be alone."

As he speaks, more arrive: Qinglan Temple, Baohua Temple, Jinhua Temple, Yufu Temple, etc., in groups, some wearing monk robes, some in tattered Daoist robes, each with the determination to face death.

There are many independent sects or loose cultivators never met before, but judging by the Spiritual Power flowing from them, it’s clear they are people who practiced in seclusion in deep mountains.

The White Witch Si Lengyue, along with the Wu Family’s clan members, the Miao Witch Meng Lu, and Taoists from Maoshan Sect also come, all salute her.

Qin Liuxi’s eyes warm slightly, and she salutes all: "The willingness of Daoists to come guard the Dao and help all living things, this is indeed the fortune of the world’s beings."

"True Monarch, there’s no need to be so polite. Slaying evil and saving the world, it’s our responsibility to relieve the suffering of all living things."

Master Fan Kong and a little monk emerge from the woods, seeing this scene, both pause, looking somewhat hesitant and awkward.

Both are donned in golden-red kasaya, holding magic wands, heads capped with dharma hats, very ceremonious.

"Why did Master Fan Kong come from over there?"

Master Fan Kong quite calmly: "Lost."

Everyone: "?"

Qin Liuxi’s mouth twitches, then looks toward the young monk beside him: "Why did little master come too?"

This is the little monk from Penglai Ancient Temple with the dharma name Jingning.