In a mysterious space, a faint white mist pervades.

A seven-colored vortex appears, descending a column of light out of thin air, and Nangong Jade in red appears in the mist.

"Cough, cough..." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

She coughs up blood heavily, her whole body covered in blood, and her originally crystalline skin is now covered with a strange green tinge.

"You’re injured!"

From deep within the mist, the void gently ripples, and a woman’s voice drifts over.

"The Calamity Blood Crocodile is not dead. The damned spirits set up a deadly ambush to kill us..."

Nangong Jade wipes the blood from the corner of her mouth and says coldly.

"This trap has been laid out for millions of years; these old bastards are truly ruthless!"

The woman says with a voice laced with indescribable resentment.

"What are you holding in your hand?"

The woman asks.

"Today’s deadly ambush was divided into two parts: Yin and Yang.

The Nine Undead Stone Clans set up a Nine-star Demon Killing Formation, openly attacking us, plus there was another powerful assassin, always hidden in the lake.

When the White Clad Sword Cultivator was helping me deal with the Immortal Stone Tribe, the assassin launched a deadly strike unexpectedly, shattering my heart and planting some mysterious poison in me..."

Nangong Jade coughs again, her breath becoming increasingly urgent.

She raises the exquisite Eight Treasures Liuli Bottle in her hand and smiles bitterly: "This was given to me by the White Clad Sword Cultivator, maybe it’s some kind of antidote?"

"What kind of poison is this?"

A faint silhouette appears out of thin air in the mist. She extends her fingers, shooting a few beams of ghostly light into Nangong Jade’s body.

A moment later.

The light retracts once more.

Nangong Jade, wavering unsteadily, asks expectantly: "Can you tell what kind of poison it is?"

"I can’t tell, it seems to be a newly developed poison specifically targeting the Ancient Clan, in less than an incense stick’s time, your soul will be completely obliterated..."

The woman’s voice says somberly.

"Your painstaking efforts go to waste, my puppet body, cultivated on the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path, was still destroyed by those cursed spirits..."

A fierce red appears on Nangong Jade’s pale face, creating an extremely terrifying impression. She touches her face, letting out a bitter laugh.

"So close to success, yet my plan delayed once again..."

The woman also sighs.

It seems in her eyes, the poison Nangong Jade was afflicted with is incurable.

All she can do is wait for death.

"Goddess, I’m happy to have blocked this deadly encounter for you, but I’ll never meet that White Clad Sword Cultivator again, so this gratitude can only be repaid by you in the future..."

Nangong Jade says softly.

Unconsciously, in her downcast state, she opens the Eight Treasures Liuli Bottle, as if driven by some hidden compulsion.

A unique aroma sprays out from the bottle’s mouth.

"This is..."

Nangong Jade is stunned. As soon as she inhales the scent, it seems her body is filled with newfound vitality.

"Is this the supreme Sacred Healing Medicine?"

In the mist, the woman who had been speaking with Nangong Jade suddenly appears before her.

This woman looks exactly like Nangong Jade.

Even their clothing is identical.

The two of them look as if they were carved from the same mold.

However, the woman’s face noticeably lacks the cold look.

"Hurry, quickly take the medicine and try it!"

The woman urges anxiously.

Nangong Jade doesn’t hesitate, lifting the Eight Treasures Liuli Bottle, pouring a little into her mouth.

The liquid from the bottle emits a tri-colored glow.

The mixed colors of the light are magnificent and mysterious, as if they combined the essences of sunlight, moonlight, and starlight.

Just by inhaling a whiff earlier, Nangong Jade felt significantly better internally, so she cautiously only drank a small amount.

This small amount of liquid entering her body, Nangong Jade is shocked to find her injuries rapidly healing.

Her previously shattered heart grows anew, sprouting a new heart.

And the mysterious green poison infecting her body’s tissues is quickly dissolved and disappears under the attack of the tri-colored liquid.

In just a few breaths of time.

Nangong Jade returns to normal.

"What... exactly is this medicine?"

The woman looks at the restored Nangong Jade in astonishment, unable to speak.

This healing medicine has shattered her understanding.

She is the Goddess of Ancient, known for her extensive lifespan and unparalleled knowledge, yet even she has never seen such divine medicine before.

"I don’t know."

Nangong Jade shakes her head, her expression complex.

A chance encounter with the White Clad Sword Cultivator not only helped her defeat the Nine Undead Stone Clans’ formation but also gave her a bottle of life-saving sacred medicine in her moment of life and death.

This kindness is difficult to repay even if she were to die a hundred times.

For her, and for her true self, it’s the same.

"With this kind of medicine, we will have more assurance in dealing with the spirits of the Divine Land in the future..."

The woman’s eyes flicker as she speaks with determination.

After a few seconds, she looks toward a place and says calmly: "It seems I’ll have to find a way to thank him..."

"Indeed."

Nangong Jade says softly, handing the Eight Treasures Liuli Bottle to the woman, then walks toward the depth of the mist.

In the depths of this mist.

There are ninety-nine semi-transparent beads distributed.

In each bead, there sits a person identical to her.

These are all puppet avatars.

Each avatar has cultivated a certain technique of the Ancient Clan.

And she is merely one of ninety-nine.

Nangong Jade enters a bead, sitting cross-legged, closing her eyes, entering some state of cultivation.

"Who on earth is this person?"

In the mist, the red-clad woman holding the Eight Treasures Liuli Bottle frowns slightly.

"Currently, the Divine Land is too dangerous, and puppet avatars cannot be sent out easily. Who knows what strange deadly traps those cunning spirits will set up?"

The woman mutters to herself.

As the Goddess of Ancient, her strength is now very weak.

If she wants to launch a counterattack against the spirits of the Divine Land and reclaim everything of the past, she will need time to accumulate strength.

...

Above Blood Abyss Lake.

Ye Yun stands in the void, gazing coldly into the distance.

Seeing the Silver Sword relentlessly pursuing the semi-transparent gray silhouette, Ye Yun’s brows also furrow.

In an instant.

He tosses the Heaven-Slaying Sword once more.

Rumbling...

Another seven-colored vortex suddenly appears out of thin air overhead.

A light column descends.

Each of the Calamity Blood Crocodiles is enveloped in these lights, then disappears into the vortex.

Ye Yun’s body moves, flying toward the light column.

He wants to meet Nangong Jade.

However, the seven-colored light column ignores him, not absorbing him into the vortex at all.

"Not an Ancient Clan member, this formation is exclusive, seems I can’t transport through the void..."

Ye Yun sighs, stepping out of the light column.

He gave Nangong Jade an Eight Treasures Liuli Bottle containing the Three Lights Divine Water, believing the young girl wouldn’t be in any life-threatening danger.

As for the future.

Ye Yun believes there will be another chance for them to meet.