In an instant, the trees were covered with a layer of ice, and the leaves on the ground turned into ice leaves. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The image of a dragon and elephant in the air suddenly solidified, transforming into a glistening ice sculpture which crashed heavily to the ground.

Prajna’s entire body was frozen to the ground, with a layer of snowy debris on his eyelashes.

"I see you have the heart to exorcise demons, so I’ll spare your lives."

"You must know that today’s Tianyong Mountain is no longer the Tianyong Mountain of the past."

Wang Ye left those words behind, then withdrew his Spiritual Energy.

In an instant, the chill throughout Tianmo Valley dispersed, and only then did Luoye flutter down from mid-air.

However, the Sword Immortal, Qingfeng Zi, and Prajna collapsed heavily to the ground, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The three of them quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and began to channel their energy to heal their injuries.

Wang Ye left with a tranquil expression.

At night, Wang Ye lay on the bed in the pavilion, gazing at the stars outside the window, and began to reflect on the day.

"Time is limited. I must enhance my strength within this limited timeframe, as the Devil Sect has had thousands of years of foundation and is not short of masters."

Wang Ye reflected on his actions today.

In his view, the most meaningless thing he did today was fighting with that group of heroes.

"Fighting really is a waste of time. Tomorrow, I should spend more time on cultivating."

Wang Ye muttered to himself, then fell asleep.

In Tianmo Valley, after a day of cultivation, the other three had finally healed a small part of their internal injuries.

The Sword Immortal stood up from the grass.

"The strength of this small sect should not be underestimated."

Her face turned red; in her lifetime of roaming the world, when had she ever suffered such a setback?

Qingfeng Zi’s originally pale face gradually turned ruddy as well, and most of his wounds had healed.

Recalling the earlier battle, he still felt lingering fear.

"Is the Sect Master of Tianyong Mountain really this formidable? Thinking about what I said in front of Wang Ye before, I want to dig a hole and hide in it."

Qingfeng Zi was extremely remorseful; if it weren’t for Wang Ye’s mercy earlier, he would already be meeting the previous Sect Master by now.

Prajna exhaled a turbid breath and then muttered to himself.

"Truly, there are always people better than oneself and skies beyond the skies. Buddha, I was wrong. I will no longer judge people by their appearances in the future."

Prajna immediately began to repent.

Buddha said that making mistakes is unavoidable for everyone, but one cannot make the same mistake repeatedly.

At this moment, the Sword Immortal looked at the two of them and said.

"It seems that Wang Ye’s strength is the greatest. Since he is so powerful, he alone is enough to deal with the Devil Sect. We should just go home and rest."

She said this.

But the Sword Immortal was unwilling.

After all, she had waited here for a month.

Qingfeng Zi disagreed and said.

"Unity is strength. Although Wang Ye’s strength is formidable, it seems the best choice would be for us to assist him together."

"Yes, his strength alone is always limited."

Prajna nodded in great agreement.

The Sword Immortal glanced at the two.

"The demonic mist is about to disperse. We need to enhance and recover our strength as quickly as possible, and then charge into Tianmo Island. Next, we need to work hard on our cultivation."

With that, she transformed into a white light and rushed toward the pavilion.

Qingfeng Zi and Prajna quickly followed, leaving the area.

Soon, only traces of the battle remained here: fallen trees and the blood on them vividly testified to the battle’s ferocity.

For the next month, Tianmo Valley was exceptionally quiet.

Everyone was diligently cultivating.

In the pavilion, Ming Yue was helping Wang Ye with his meal and curiously asking.

"Master, recently Tianmo Valley has suddenly become quiet. The Sword Immortal practices swordplay day and night, while Prajna recites scriptures daily, and Qingfeng Zi practices Sword Qi daily. Everyone is very busy."

"It seems they must have been stimulated by something."

Ming Yue said this with a tinge of curiosity in her eyes.

Wang Ye heard this and smiled lightly.

"Yes, they were surely stimulated. In three days, the demonic mist will clear, and I must go to the Tianmo Way. You must take care of yourself."

Upon hearing this, Ming Yue’s eyes flickered with a trace of reluctance.

But knowing that Wang Ye had to go to the Tianmo Way, she said no more.

"Master, you must come back alive. They say that no one who enters the Tianmo Way has ever returned. I believe you will be an exception."

Ming Yue placed her hands over her chest, silently praying for Wang Ye’s safe return.

Time swiftly passed by two more days.

The Sword Immortal stood by the lake, observing that most of the mist over the lake had dissipated.

"We’ll set off tomorrow."

The Sword Immortal stretched lazily; the month of rigorous cultivation had significantly improved her skills.

Looking back at this place, she felt a sense of nostalgia.

Meanwhile, Qingfeng Zi had already launched the large ship anchored at the shore into the water, then used a great iron chain to secure it to a large tree.

"Is this large ship sturdy?"

The Sword Immortal suddenly appeared on the ship, looking at Qingfeng Zi and asked.

Qingfeng Zi smiled at her inquiry.

"Don’t worry, Sword Immortal, this ship is robust."

At this moment, Prajna sat cross-legged on the shore, watching the wooden fish and the sunset.

"This Prajna has become much quieter recently, not speaking for a month."

Qingfeng Zi looked at Prajna and smiled.

The Sword Immortal glanced at Prajna.

"That’s right, he hasn’t spoken even when begging for alms recently. He used to love to chatter."

Upon hearing them discussing him, Prajna quickly stopped knocking on the wooden fish and immediately boarded the ship.

"Prajna, you go notify Sect Master Wang."

Qingfeng Zi scratched his head and said.

Prajna was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Why should I go? I was beaten the worst by Sect Master Wang."

Qingfeng Zi snorted, folding his arms.

"Who could be worse off than me? Look, I still have a few scars on my arm."

The Sword Immortal, seeing neither of them willing to invite Wang Ye, smiled calmly and said.

"We know you are great heroes and can’t lower yourselves. I’ll invite him."

"No need to invite, I am already here."

At this moment, Wang Ye appeared on the shore.

Ming Yue followed behind him.

"Master, the bundle contains dry food and snacks, don’t let yourself go hungry."

Ming Yue handed over the bundle, her eyes slightly reddened.

Seeing this, Qingfeng Zi scratched his forehead, filled with envy. Having someone to care for you is truly wonderful.

Prajna also felt a bit of a stinging sensation in his eyes. After this mission to destroy the Devil Sect, I, Prajna, shall return to lay life.

The Sword Immortal looked toward the sunset, her white long hair fluttering in the wind, her expression somewhat desolate.

"Don’t worry, little girl."

Wang Ye took the bundle, immediately leaping aboard the ship.

As the ship moved away from the shore and became smaller until it disappeared, Ming Yue turned back toward the pavilion.

The ship traveled for a day on the Tianmo Sea, the atmosphere on board a bit tense.

Qingfeng Zi was the first to break the silence, looking at Prajna.

"Prajna, aren’t you afraid? The path ahead is full of danger."

At this moment, Prajna was bathed in golden sunlight. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his face full of sunshine.

"With Buddha in my heart, what is there to fear?"