After returning to Little Spirit Peak, the familiar small courtyard came into view, and the old hen was already waiting at the door. It tilted its head and stared unblinkingly at the entrance, as if it had long anticipated Zhou Qing’s return. Seeing this familiar scene, a wave of warmth surged in Zhou Qing’s heart. For some reason, when he looked at the old hen again, he felt that the blank look in its eyes seemed to have lessened, revealing a hint of a different kind of liveliness, even a touch of humanity. Zhou Qing quickly rubbed his eyes, and everything seemed unchanged. "Could it be that it ate too much spirit stone powder and is about to evolve significantly?" Zhou Qing chuckled self-deprecatingly. He promptly carried it inside the room. His gaze fell upon two spirit eggs on the ground, and he couldn’t help but smile before crushing three mid-grade spirit stones for it. It started pecking at the spirit stone powder again with little footsteps. One had to admit, its eyesight seemed to have genuinely improved a lot, at least it wasn’t pecking to the side anymore; each peck landed precisely on the spirit stone powder. However, Zhou Qing couldn’t care less at the moment. The days of traveling and battles had left him utterly exhausted. He lay down on the bed, his eyes involuntarily closing as consciousness blurred, quickly drifting into a dreamland. In the dream, he saw the Taiqing Sect restored to its former prosperity, disciples laughing and cultivating among the Spirit Peaks, while the old hen leisurely strolled with a flock of fluffy chicks in the courtyard... Seven days later, at a certain spot on Little Spirit Peak, an oppressive force suddenly surged, even the scant spiritual power in the air became violent in an instant. In a flash, the wind raged and clouds swirled. Soon, these spiritual powers began madly converging towards the center of the oppression, like a mighty army charging into battle, creating ripples in the space wherever they passed. Zhou Qing, Yan Xiaohu, Mo Xingjian, and even people from other peaks felt this phenomenon and emerged one after another. Cao Zhengyang looked pleased, gently stroking his beard, saying, "Brother Mo truly taught some excellent disciples." His gaze was full of admiration, from the Ghost Mastiff before, to now Luo Lingling, and not to mention Zhou Qing. Who knows where Li Daoxuan went, and whether he has found his own realm by now? Down the mountain, White Crane, originally chatting with Elder Wuzhu in a tent, sprang up with joy filling her eyes. "Second Senior Sister, finally about to undergo Divinity Transformation!" Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu embraced tightly, spinning around in excitement. Mo Xingjian was equally thrilled, his eyes brimming with tears. Only he knew how difficult the journey had been for the second girl, especially her childhood...but never mind, some things are better left in the past. Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Dark clouds rolled, and thunder roared. Soon, a cyan beam of light shot up into the sky, piercing through the clouds. At the core of the light beam, Luo Lingling’s figure hovered, enveloped by spiritual power, emanating an indescribable radiance. Everyone could clearly see cyan veins emerging faintly under her skin, shimmering with a formidable aura that inspired awe. "Master, what type of Heavenly Dao Qi did Second Senior Sister refine back then?" Zhou Qing approached Mo Xingjian, curiously asking. Mo Xingjian sighed, saying, "Lingxi, ranked eighteenth among the Heavenly Dao Qi!" Zhou Qing was surprised, not expecting the ranking to be so high. "What about Senior Brother?" Zhou Qing asked promptly. Mo Xingjian smiled faintly, "Zhen Yue, ranked thirteenth!" Hearing Mo Xingjian’s casual reply, Zhou Qing felt a complex mix of emotions besides the shock. Back then, the master must have faced unimaginable life-and-death crises to obtain these strands of Heavenly Dao Qi of such rank. "Hey, can you keep it down and consider my feelings?" Yan Xiaohu grumbled from the side. Zhou Qing and Mo Xingjian exchanged glances, coughing awkwardly, then immediately looked up at Luo Lingling in the sky. As time passed, the oppressive force reached its peak, distorting the entire heavens and earth under its influence. Suddenly, a loud boom shattered the sky, and a light flashed across Luo Lingling’s brow. Her nascent soul shot towards the clouds, and shortly, a massive Primordial Spirit Dharma Aspect began to manifest. The Primordial Spirit Dharma Aspect was gigantic and towering, spanning hundreds of feet, radiating cyan light. Its appearance mirrored Luo Lingling’s, yet possessed a transcendent aura. Then, under the excited gaze of everyone, the Primordial Spirit Dharma Aspect’s eyes slowly opened, emitting two beams of cyan light, surveying the world like a divine presence. Wherever it looked, everything was enveloped, as if under its scrutiny nothing could escape. When Zhou Qing and others met this gaze, their hearts instinctively trembled, as if subdued by an invisible force. Soon, the Primordial Spirit Dharma Aspect gradually dissipated, celestial phenomena returned to normal, and everything fell back to calm. At that moment, countless disciples on Little Spirit Peak erupted into cheers. "Let’s go!" Mo Xingjian’s voice revealed uncontrollable excitement and joy. Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu quickly followed. Shortly, the three appeared at Luo Lingling’s retreat. As the stone door slowly opened, it emitted a deep rumble. Luo Lingling emerged, smiling warmly at the trio. "Hello everyone, long time no see!" Soon, peak masters from various peaks brought their disciples to offer congratulations. The source of this content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 After this series of battles, the sect’s morale was low; Luo Lingling’s breakthrough at this moment undoubtedly lifted everyone’s spirits.