"Exactly," Zi Luo glanced at Mo Qi, "You can be mistaken too, letting all sorts of people into your circle. Aren't you afraid she'll stab you in the back one day?"
Mo Qi smiled faintly, "She won't."
Zhu Yan was furious, pointing at Zi Luo, "Don't you dare slander me. If you spout any more nonsense, I'll slap you."
"Try it," Zi Luo stood up, unafraid, "If you dare to do it, why are you afraid of others talking about it?"
Zhu Yan was about to make a move, but Mo Qi roared, "Stop arguing, Zhu Yan. You made a mistake by deserting your post. Now, I'll allow you to redeem yourself. Go to the Earth Star World and the Dark World and summon some people. There are two conditions for selecting them: first, they must not fear death and dare to be the first; second, their cultivation must be above Jin Sheng."
"Go redeem yourself, I'm not going. You go if you want to," Zhu Yan said angrily.
Mo Qi suddenly smiled again, "It's not about redeeming yourself. I like you, I value you, that's why I'm letting you go."
"That's more like it," Zhu Yan smiled slightly and said, "It's not that I don't want to go, but this action has more disadvantages than advantages. The more people come, the more concerns there will be later. Not only should they not come, but even they," she pointed at Long Ji and Murong Yanran, "they should all leave."
Long Ji and Murong Yanran looked at Mo Qi, "We're not leaving."
Mo Qi, however, was seriously considering Zhu Yan's words, as if there was some truth to what she said.
The Saintess suddenly interjected, "Forget it, let's not dwell on this. Let's focus on cultivation. Every moment is precious now. Don't waste it. If the Great Enemy arrives later, you'll regret it."
"Alright, let's cultivate first then," Mo Qi said, "If Wuliang Old Ancestor doesn't come for a long time, we'll go summon people then."
Thus, everyone continued to cultivate.
Not long after, Wuliang Old Ancestor indeed arrived, accompanied by several peak masters: Hei Jun, Huang Jun, Zi Jun, Lü Jun, and Lan Jun.
Wuliang Old Ancestor was a young man, which surprised Mo Qi. He had a handsome face, which seemed to be within reason.
Everyone stood up, as if facing a great enemy.
Wuliang Old Ancestor and his entourage were silent, but the aura and pressure they brought were as if people saw a flood breaking through a dike and they were standing beneath it.
Wuliang Old Ancestor had a disdainful expression, as if even glancing at Mo Qi seemed superfluous.
Mo Qi felt a powerful deterrence pressing down on him. Although he tried his best to remain calm, he couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness.
Wuliang Old Ancestor pointed his hand, and the scene around Mo Qi and the others immediately changed. They found themselves in a vast sea of fire. Everyone panicked and began to struggle fiercely.
After struggling for a while, they found themselves in a mountain of knives, in a narrow alley filled with swords and blades. They were trapped within, afraid to move, lest they be cut into countless pieces.
The Saintess cried out in alarm, "Don't be afraid, it's an illusion."
Mo Qi said, "It's not an illusion, we've been truly transported."
What should they do then?
Everyone panicked. The surroundings turned into ice caves again, and they sank deeper and deeper into them. The icy coldness intensified with each passing moment, making it unbearable, and everyone felt like committing suicide from the cold.
At this moment, Mo Qi said, "Let's just treat it as an illusion. As long as we think this way, we'll immediately return to our original positions."
"You're thinking too much," Wuliang Old Ancestor chuckled, "This is spatial manipulation. I have mastered it to the extreme, and no one can break it. If you think you can break it with mere thoughts, I don't think my technique is even necessary."
Mo Qi said calmly, "Take another look, are we still in our original place?"
Wuliang Old Ancestor looked around and saw Zhu Yan and the others accompanying Mo Qi back to the pond.
"You know spatial manipulation, and coincidentally, so do I," Mo Qi said with a smile.
Wuliang Old Ancestor pondered for a moment and said, "You do have some strength, I admire you. How about this, now that Hongjun is dead, you take his place and manage the entire peak."
"Is there such a good thing?" Mo Qi could hardly believe his ears. If it could be done without bloodshed, it would be the best outcome.
"But I have one condition. You take over his position, but you must also continue his unfinished business and restart the Galaxy World."
"I knew it. There's no such thing as a free lunch in the world. It all comes at a price," Mo Qi scoffed.
"What price? The world restarts, and you won't die," Wuliang Old Ancestor glared at him.
"Everyone's life is a price. They have flesh and blood, and thoughts. They are not like the stones on the mountain that can be rearranged at will. Stones don't grieve, but people do," Mo Qi said loudly.
"You truly refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I see no need to waste any more words with him. Master, let me go, I'll kill him," Lü Jun said.
Wuliang Old Ancestor glanced at him, "Alright, you go. Don't underestimate your opponent."
Lü Jun stepped forward.
Mo Qi, however, turned his gaze to the Saintess. After the recent period of cultivation, everyone had gained something, and the Saintess had also made significant progress. It was estimated that she could deal with Lü Jun.
Lü Jun had been immersed in his own pond for a long time, but he might not have encountered the situation in the Galaxy World, where ten thousand stars were destroyed, countless cultivators perished, and spiritual energy was unprecedentedly dense.
He might have also experienced world restarts, but he would never dare to hide anything and would have to offer this spiritual energy to Wuliang Old Ancestor.
Therefore, his progress was accumulated over time.
As for himself and the Saintess and the others, their progress was like that of nouveau riche, which was incomparable to them.
He could also deal with Lü Jun.
But what about after dealing with him? There were still Hei Jun, Zi Jun...
And then there was Wuliang Old Ancestor, who would make a grand appearance at the end.
Not to mention fighting from a position of advantage, if he revealed his hand beforehand, Wuliang Old Ancestor would surely be prepared.
Perhaps he was just waiting to see his true strength, so Mo Qi decided not to let him have his way and to let others test their strength first.
The Saintess understood his intentions from his gaze and stepped forward, saying to Lü Jun, "I will learn your superior skills."
Lü Jun's face twitched, "Are you insulting me?"
Regardless, it's best to strike first. I'll make my move. I don't believe you won't retaliate.
Thus, Lü Jun attacked Mo Qi.
With a wave of his long sword, a divine light surged towards Mo Qi.
The divine light exploded in the air like popcorn, spreading infinitely and rushing towards Mo Qi.
Mo Qi remained motionless. The Saintess formed a hand seal and pointed her finger. The phantom image of the Creation Divine Leaf floated out, drifting leisurely. It grew in the air, instantly connecting heaven and earth, becoming boundless. Then, with a gentle sway, it shattered the sword light into pieces.
The phantom image of the Creation Divine Leaf was struck and drifted back leisurely.
The Saintess flew up and pointed her finger in the air. The light intensified, like the sun bursting forth, magma erupting. The entire space was filled with dazzling light.
As the overwhelming divine light surged forward, Lü Jun was greatly shocked. He never expected such a formidable aura to come from a mere insect.
Without daring to delay, Lü Jun brushed his finger across the sword, and a wisp of crimson appeared, expanding infinitely on the sword. The light flared, like countless flowers blooming across the mountains and plains, a brilliant spectacle.
Lü Jun swung his sword again, the light surging forward.
The next moment, as expected, the two forces collided. The phantom image of the Creation Divine Leaf flickered, almost dissipating, but the sword light shattered first. With a loud bang, the divine light broke apart, and fragments scattered and spread, while the Creation Divine Leaf lit up again and continued to strike at Lü Jun.
Lü Jun was helpless. He forced himself to swing his sword again, and another sword light surged forward, striking at his opponent. However, just as the aura was about to build up, the phantom image of the Creation Divine Leaf crashed into it. With a loud bang, it shattered the sword light, fragments scattering in all directions, gradually dissipating in the air.
Lü Jun's body was sent flying backward amidst the fragments, falling to the ground in a sorry state, unconscious.
The Saintess, however, remained standing in her original position as if nothing had happened, exuding an invincible aura.
Zi Jun, Hei Jun, and the others exchanged glances, showing a hint of apprehension.
Wuliang Old Ancestor sighed, "Useless. I have to personally deal with a few mere insects."