In all its long years, Soup Valley had never witnessed such an event. A member of the Human Clan had dared to sever a branch of the Fusang Tree, causing the Demon Sealing Epic and the Hanging Ancient City to completely vanish from this world. Then, he departed, vanishing into the distance. The most shocked were the members of the Golden Raven Clan. Because throughout this process, the Fusang Tree never awoke. Nearly two years had passed since Soup Valley fell into the Heaven Martial realm. Many cultivators who entered had found their own opportunities, their cultivation realms advancing by leaps and bounds. Others, less fortunate, met their demise here. The Fairy Valley Elders opened the passage once again. Guang Xiaoyu and Zi Ji, along with Bai Yisheng and the others, left this place and set foot in the Nine Heavens realm. As for Chen Shixian and the monkey, they gradually drifted further away, disappearing into the depths of Soup Valley. Liu Changqing, Alan, and Diwu Qingrou also left Soup Valley one after another. 「Several months later.」 The entire Soup Valley began to shake violently. Terrifying waves of energy surged out, and the cultivators within revealed looks of horror and began to flee. The process was not very long. Some were lucky enough to escape, while the unlucky perished along with Soup Valley’s disappearance. 「Atop a high mountain.」 Chen Pingping held a Heavenly Book in one hand and a fragmented ancient sheepskin scroll in the other, carefully examining them. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽 He suspected that this page from the Heavenly Book might very well be a part of the Immortality Realm. Of course, it wasn’t complete. Chen Pingping stored away both items. As if remembering something, he looked towards a nearby spot. "Ni’er, let’s go!" "Oh..." Jiang Ni’er trotted over. The Emperor Spirit thoughtfully placed her on its shoulder, and they followed Chen Pingping away from the area. He arrived at the imperial city of Stone Country and, in a few strides, entered the Yuan Martial Academy. Inside a pavilion, the academy’s headmaster, a man appearing to be in his fifties, sensed the terrifying fluctuations in aura and abruptly raised his head... In a blink of an eye, Chen Pingping had arrived. "Ah... such a formidable younger generation!" the headmaster exclaimed with nostalgia. He recalled how, in the past, this young man had been despised by many as lazy and good-for-nothing, capable only of herding cattle and raising dogs. He idled his days away without cultivating. It seemed Wen Yuqing had brought him back to the Wuji Sect for nothing. But little did anyone know, Chen Pingping was profoundly capable, remaining silent only to astound everyone when he finally acted. Chen Pingping smiled. "Senior, you jest." The headmaster shrugged, unconcerned, then said, "Your sudden visit can’t just be to chat with this old man, can it?" Chen Pingping spoke up, "Could I borrow the Heavenly Book for a look?" "Oh?" The headmaster paused, then replied, "That girl Chen Shixian took the Heavenly Book with her." Chen Pingping was rendered speechless. He had left Soup Valley nearly two years prior and had spent the better part of a third year lingering in the vicinity, gathering much information from passersby. For instance, Chen Shixian was also in Soup Valley. Yet, despite waiting until now, he hadn’t seen any sign of her. Instead, Liu Changqing and his gang of scoundrels had emerged. If the Heavenly Book was with Chen Shixian, he guessed it would be a while before he could see it. "Young man, are you infatuated— Eh? Where did he go?" Before the headmaster could finish his sentence, Chen Pingping had already vanished from sight. Reflecting on Chen Pingping’s earlier inquiry, he couldn’t help but smile. "Well, with your talent and extraordinary capabilities, you are indeed worthy of the Divine Body. Make good use of it!" Three years had passed since his return to the Wuji Sect. Hongxiu had brought him many pleasant surprises. The number of disciples in the Sect had grown to about 1,500, and the count of strong cultivators was also increasing rapidly, though they still couldn’t compare to those in the Central Continent. But Chen Pingping believed that, given more time, the Wuji Sect would inevitably become a colossal entity. "Among the new disciples recently, there are a few promising ones. Are you interested?" Hongxiu asked with a smile. Chen Pingping had been constantly on the move over the years, seemingly without a fixed abode. The Wuji Sect appeared to have faded from his concerns. If this continued, he would leave sooner or later. Unwilling to lose such strong support, Hongxiu wanted to bind him to the Sect by having him take on disciples. Chen Pingping smiled. "You’ve worked hard these past few years." Hongxiu said nothing. "I still have many things to do; taking on disciples isn’t suitable for me," Chen Pingping declined. "Besides... can you do me a favor?" "Check if there are any passages to the Nine Heavens on the Heaven Martial Continent," he said with a serious expression. "You want to go to the Nine Heavens?" Hongxiu was surprised. She had anticipated Chen Pingping would leave the Wuji Sect, but not that he would be so eager to depart. "No..." Chen Pingping shook his head. "Not urgently. You can take your time searching." If he had been in a hurry to go to the Nine Heavens, he would have traveled with Xiaoyu and the others. The primary reason he remained was that he still had things to do; secondly, there was the matter of his own cultivation realm. Hongxiu said, "Alright!" Chen Pingping looked at her and suddenly asked, "Do you want to go?" "Hm?" Hongxiu was startled. "Me?" She glanced back at the Sect, then shook her head. "I can’t go." "What I mean is, the entire Wuji Sect..." As he mentioned this, Chen Pingping’s gaze grew increasingly fervent. His grand ambition was to create a powerful force in the Nine Heavens, to establish a formidable Sect. He wanted to give Wen Yuqing a foundation, to shock and awe everyone, so that no one would ever dare to bully Wen Yuqing again. Hearing these words, Hongxiu was deeply shaken and stared intently at him. The entire Wuji Sect... going to the Nine Heavens! That was a complete, vast world where, it was said, Spirit Qi was extremely rich, the Tao was complete, and Divine Kings were commonplace. Hongxiu took a deep breath. The ambition deep within her heart seemed to awaken, her blood boiled, and she subconsciously clenched her fists, struggling to maintain her composure as she asked, "Is that possible?" She wanted to. But she dared not. After all, they would be strangers in a strange land, without the support of powerful beings, without cultivation resources, and without promising new seeds. Relying solely on the current strength of Wuji Sect and those young, fledgling talents, it would be impossible to sustain a Sect in the lands of the Nine Heavens. But if she had Chen Pingping’s promise, the outcome would be different. She believed in Chen Pingping. "It’s possible..." Chen Pingping nodded. "However, this matter must remain confidential." "I still need time, perhaps three to five years, or maybe eight to ten. During that time, matters concerning the passage and the Sect will be your responsibility," Chen Pingping said, then brought out a large cache of cultivation resources. Spirit Stones, Spirit Pills, Spiritual Medicine, Divine Weapons, cultivation methods, offensive techniques, various skills, and more... Regardless of their level, he brought out everything he had. Now that the decision was made, it was time for thorough preparations. He would use this period to enhance the Sect’s overall strength so they wouldn’t be bullied upon entering the Nine Heavens. Hongxiu’s heart was stirred. Without ceremony, she collected all these cultivation resources. Then she asked, "Are you sure you don’t want to take a disciple?" "Don’t like the new ones?" Hongxiu blinked. "Do you find it too tiring to teach them from scratch? Or perhaps... what about Li Qi?" Chen Pingping was rendered speechless.