When he came to the Fusang Tree, Han Jue noticed that Murong Qi had returned. He sat under the tree and thought hard.

The Black Hell Chicken was napping on a tree and cultivating during the winter. Xun Chang'an sat at the edge of the cliff and looked at the sky. It was unknown what he was thinking, but his back was covered with the aura of worry.

Han Jue looked up. There were still three suns in the sky.

The two little Golden Crows couldn't enter but were unwilling to leave. They were truly persistent.

When Murong Qi saw him walking over, he hurriedly stood up and bowed.

Han Jue nodded slightly.

Murong Qi came up and asked nervously, "Grandmaster, can I ask you for guidance?"

"What is it?"

"Of all the Daos in the world, which is the strongest? The Dao of the Sword?"

"There's no strongest Dao, only the strongest martial cultivator."

"Grandmaster, I feel like I'm not suited for the Dao of the Sword."

Murong Qi looked worried. Recently, he often went out on missions. He discovered that his combat ability could not be compared to the legendary prodigies. He even felt that he was mediocre.

Han Jue asked calmly, "Then, what Dao do you think you are suitable for?"

"I'm not sure."

"Then go and learn. There are various spells in the Jade Pure Sect. When you find one that suits you, come to me. I'll guide you personally."

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Murong Qi was pleasantly surprised. He quickly bowed and left.

Han Jue looked at the Fusang Tree. The tree was already very tall. The Earth Immortal Gourd Vine on the tree was also not bad, but he didn't know when it would blossom.

After watching for a while, Han Jue returned to the cave abode and started cultivating the ninth level of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique!

…

A year later.

In the huge, spacious prison hall, tens of thousands of righteous cultivators were still cultivating.

The hall was filled with a demonic aura that constantly ate away at their spirit energy. The cultivators could only cultivate and resist tenaciously. They were suffering.

Xing Hongxuan and Fairy Xi Xuan were also cultivating.

Most of the time, the cultivators didn't communicate, as if they were in seclusion.

Boom!

The door to the hall suddenly opened and a burly figure appeared. It was none other than Fiendish Arhat.

Fiendish Arhat swept his gaze across the cultivators in the hall and slowly said, "You still have half a year. If you're willing to join the demonic path, you can report to the fiendish cultivators outside the hall at any time. In half a year, the Devil Welcoming Ceremony will begin. Anyone unwilling to surrender will become a sacrifice for the True Devil!"

With that, he turned around.

"Wait! I'm willing to become a fiendish cultivator!" A middle-aged man shouted and stood up.

The surrounding cultivators looked at him angrily.

One of them drew his sword and wanted to kill him.

A stream of demonic Qi appeared out of nowhere and blocked the sword before wrapping around the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was pleasantly surprised.

The other cultivators were unable to restrain themselves when they saw this.

"I'm also willing to join the demonic path!"

"Me, too!"

"Senior, please protect us!"

"I don't want to die. Sorry, everyone!"

"Fellow Daoists, we've tried our best. We really can't resist!"

More and more cultivators stood up.

The disciples of the Jade Pure Sacred Sect were also restless.

Daoist Nine Cauldrons said in a deep voice, "The disciples of the Jade Pure Sacred Sect can only die fair and square. We can't submit to the demons!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples looked at each other. In the end, none of them stood up.

Xing Hongxuan called into her storage ring, but Han Jue didn't answer. She could only sigh.

In the current situation, Han Jue couldn't help them.

Even if he came personally, he couldn't cross mountains and seas in a short period of time.

It had taken them decades to reach this place.

…

Five months later.

Murong Qi visited Han Jue and said that he had found a suitable Dao for himself.

Han Jue walked out of the cave abode and brought him to sit under the Fusang Tree.

Dao Comprehension Sword also joined in the fun.

The Black Hell Chicken opened its eyes and looked at them curiously.

"Grandmaster, I think that the weapon of my Dao is a spear, or a long weapon. However, cultivators rarely use long weapons. Long weapons are more suitable for battles in the mortal world."

Han Jue wasn't surprised. He was indeed the War God of the Divine Palace.

Most of the War Gods used long weapons, both in myths and in the mortal world.

Han Jue waved his hand and cut off a branch of the Fusang Tree. He used his spirit energy to cut it into a wooden spear and handed it to Murong Qi, saying, "From now on, this is your spear."

After catching it, Murong Qi was stunned. He did not mind, but he was very surprised.

The Fusang Tree was Han Jue's most precious treasure. It even attracted two suns. This tree was definitely divine. Han Jue actually cut off a branch for him…

No one else had such treatment!

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"Grandmaster, this…" Murong Qi hesitated.

Xun Chang'an hurriedly said, "Master, you can't do that!"

Han Jue glared at him and said, "Are you going to help me reattach the branch now?"

Xun Chang'an was embarrassed and could only give up.

"Today, I will preach the true meaning of heaven and earth to you guys. Let's see if you can comprehend your own Mystical Power or Dao technique."

Han Jue continued speaking as Yang Tiandong quickly sat down.

A Mahayana cultivator was giving them a lesson. Such treatment was not something even the elites of the Heavenly Immortal Manor had!

Han Jue began to speak. His voice was unfathomable, causing Murong Qi and the others to quickly enter a state of comprehension and contemplation.

They didn't hear what he said clearly, but Han Jue's voice had such a force that could allow them to enter a meditative state quickly and even increase their comprehension!

…

Boom—

The doors of the hall opened and fiendish cultivators rushed in. The voice of Fiendish Arhat rang out, "Send them to the Devil Welcoming Sacrificial Altar. Kill anyone who resists!"

The righteous cultivators panicked.

Huang Jihao was the first to stand up. He coldly snorted. "I want to see if you can laugh until the end!"

He was the first to step out, not allowing the fiendish cultivators to touch him.

The others stood up. Daoist Nine Cauldrons, Xing Hongxuan, and Fairy Xi Xuan did the same.

Daoist Nine Cauldrons laughed as he walked.

"The disciples of the Jade Pure Sacred Sect are all good!"

His words wiped away the fear of the disciples of the Jade Pure Sacred Sect.

Everyone felt their blood boiling.

Death was nothing to fear!

Xing Hongxuan noticed that many of the surrounding fiendish cultivators were cultivators from the righteous path who had previously surrendered. She couldn't help but look down on them.

She sighed. "Husband, we'll be husband and wife in the next life."

"Your husband is Elder Han?" Fairy Xi Xuan asked.

Xing Hongxuan also lived on the Cultivate Diligently Become Immortal Mountain, but the two of them did not have much interaction.

Xing Hongxuan replied, "Yes."

"There might be no hope in the next life. When you reincarnate, he might have already become an immortal."

"…"

Xing Hongxuan felt depressed.

Fairy Xi Xuan's lips curled up slightly. Her smile was very subtle.

Guan Yougang walked over and said, "Junior, before I die, I have something to say that I've been holding back for a long time…"

"Not listening."

"I…"

"Senior Brother, if fate comes in the next life, I'll be your Senior Sister. I'll protect you and return the care you've shown me in this life."

"…"

At this moment, nearly twenty thousand righteous cultivators walked out of the hall.