After trying for half the night, Xiao Chen finally gave up. Yun Chuan, where Hundred Flowers Valley was located, was located south of the Central Plains of Xianyuan. It was more than 108,000 kilometers away from here, so there was probably no way for spiritual information to be transmitted.

In the second half of the night, the surroundings gradually became quiet. The wind passed silently. Under the silence of everything, even time seemed to slow down.

Today, Meng Xian’er had recovered nearly 70% of her strength. At this moment, she was sitting quietly under the tree. However, Xiao Chen was unable to calm down and meditate on the good fortune of the world. Sometimes, he thought about what had happened back then, and sometimes, he thought about the current situation.

I wonder if Dingfeng City has recovered from his injuries. I wonder if Shen Jing has returned from there. I wonder how Fallen Butterfly is now in the Eastern Continent. I wonder if Daoist Lonely Lamp and Lingluan of the Extreme Heaven Pagoda are all fine. I wonder where they went after parting ways.

Whenever he thought of the people he knew in the mortal world, Xiao Chen would never be able to calm down and continue cultivating. Perhaps this was the mortal restraint that Master had mentioned back then.

Immortal cultivators should cut off the fetters of the mortal world, but he was unable to do so. Perhaps this was an obstacle to his Soul Formation.

It was even harder to imagine that the legends of those extraordinary saints in the past had all cut off their seven emotions and six desires. Is there no longer any mortal restraint? No wonder there was a sage in the world who said that if he wanted to become a saint, how could he not forget his feelings?

“There are too many obstacles in your heart. No wonder your cultivation is hindered.”

At some point, Meng Xian’er had already opened her eyes and was looking at him. However, looking at her expression at this moment, it seemed that she had recovered 10% of her strength.

“Could it be that Fairy Out of the Dust doesn’t have a single obstacle in her heart?” Xiao Chen also opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Are you stuck?”

Meng Xian’er looked at the gloomy night outside the forest. Suddenly, she was absent-minded. Her beautiful eyes seemed to ripple. At this moment, she was like a merciless Nine Heavens Fairy. However, her heart moved and she instantly fell into the mortal world.

However, only in this short moment did she recover, returning to the peerless fairy who had never eaten anything in the world before.

“A sage forgets love. He is at the very least inferior to love. However, the bell of love is right in front of us …”

Meng Xian’er said slowly. Xiao Chen sat under the tree and looked at her quietly. At this moment, how could she look like someone from the Devil Religion? However, she was one of the leaders of the Four Great Devil Sects, and flipping her palm could alert the wind and clouds.

Meng Xian’er didn’t know that he was still thinking about the difference between the Righteous and the Demonic. She continued to say to him, “Do you know how difficult it is for a person to become a Saint? You have to go through 33 tribulations. These 33 tribulations are called the Three Thousand Tribulations of the Mortal Dust …”

At this point, she paused for a moment and continued, “In the eyes of most people, the Ruined Heaven Realm is the peak. Who can defeat a thousand-year-old Dao Cultivator?” “Who knows, the Ruined Heavens Realm is only the beginning of becoming a Saint. If you succeed in crossing the tribulation, you can smoothly enter the Harmonious Stage. After the Harmonious Stage, it will be the True Cave Stage, then the Transcendental Stage, and finally the Saint Stage. If any of the 33 tribulations fail, then all your previous efforts will be wasted …”

Xiao Chen listened to her slowly. He did not expect that the path of cultivation would be so endless. He had never told his master before about the Heavenly Harmony Stage and the True Cave Stage. It turned out that not only did his master ascend to the Ascension Stage, he had also said that he would ascend to the Transcendence Stage.

Meng Xian’er continued, “For the past ten thousand years, A person who became a saint in the ancient lands of Xianyuan, There are no more than ten recorded in the book. Even if it was a tribulation every hundred years, it would still take more than 3,000 years to become a Saint … But, did you know that many years ago, there was a person who had gone through 33 tribulations with great difficulty. He was about to reach the Great Perfection stage, but in the end, he gave up on becoming a Saint for a single word of love … ”

At this moment, Xiao Chen sat under the tree and listened to her like he was listening to a story. However, for some reason, when he heard her say that he had given up on becoming a Saint, his heart suddenly ached. Some strange and familiar scenes suddenly flashed through his mind, as if he was remembering a dream from the past.

“One day, will Young Master Xiao also give up becoming a Saint for the sake of the word’love ‘, and become a mortal from then on, and die of illness and old age …”

Suddenly, Meng Xian’er looked at him. Xiao Chen slowly regained his senses and sat quietly under the tree. His figure did not move at all. At this moment, there was only one person in his mind. It was not Wei Yang. That person had nothing to do with love, but it was the greatest constraint in his life.

…

It was early in the morning when dawn fell, and a large number of people suddenly approached from outside the forest. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t difficult to discover that it was Yu Qixuan Ji who had brought over 200 disciples from the Dream Immortal Sect.

“This subordinate greets Sect Master!”

When they arrived in the forest, Yu Qixuan Ji immediately brought people to pay their respects to Meng Xian’er.

Meng Xian’er glanced at the two hundred disciples and said, “At most two days, the people from the Devil Celestial Sect, Xiaoyao Tower, and White Cloud Pavilion should also arrive. Spread out and report back as soon as you hear anything.”

“Yes!”

Yucha Xuanji immediately took his men out and waited for two days. This afternoon, three powerful auras came from three different directions. Meng Xian’er’s expression immediately froze. “They’re coming.”

Xiao Chen also became vigilant. Although he had put down a lot of vigilance against Meng Xian’er, the other three were the three great devils who had caused blood to flow from the Central Plains of Xianyuan more than three hundred years ago and had a deep enmity with his master. How could he not be vigilant?

Right at this moment, a black mist suddenly swept over from the east, causing the originally clear horizon to turn dark and cloudy.

The black mist suddenly arrived and instantly transformed into a figure that landed in the forest. However, looking at this person’s white hair, he did not have any immortal aura. Instead, he looked like a demonic fiend. Such a demonic aura made Xiao Chen feel suffocated even thirty to fifty feet away.

This person was the sect master of the Demonic Celestial Sect. He was known as the Demonic Celestial Ancestor. He could be said to be the most prestigious person in the Demonic Celestial Sect today. He could summon wind and rain, and was omnipotent.

Back then, when several great devil sects invaded the Central Plains, this person’s devil palm covered the sky. Everywhere he passed, blood would flow into rivers and corpses would accumulate like mountains. In the end, he was heavily injured by Daoist Qingxuan’s sword strike. I wonder if more than three hundred years have passed, and whether his injuries have recovered now.

“I haven’t seen you in a hundred years. Senior Mo Tian, your demeanor is still the same.”

At this moment, Meng Xian’er walked over with a smile. Of the four great Devil Sect leaders, Old Ancestor Demon Heaven had the highest score. He was a senior figure of the Devil Dao, followed by Secluded Monarch Dark Underworld and Pavilion Master White Cloud, while she was considered a junior.

“Mm … Fairy Chu Chen, you’re fine.”

Patriarch Devil Heaven nodded slightly. Finally, he slowly noticed Xiao Chen on the other side. At this moment, an extremely heavy killing intent flashed in his eyes. “People from the Xuanqing Sect?”

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his palm and an extremely powerful palm force immediately surged towards Xiao Chen, turning all the plants, trees, flowers, and stones along the way into powder.

As for Xiao Chen, he had already made all his preparations. The moment his palm strike arrived, Ling Xian took a step forward, leaving only an afterimage on the spot. His original body had instantly moved dozens of feet away.

“Boom!”

With a loud explosion, Patriarch Devil Heaven’s palm struck down, immediately destroying half of the forest. At this moment, the killing intent in his eyes became even heavier, “Ling Xianbu … is Ling Yin’s disciple!”