For mortals, the Western Continent was a barren land, full of ferocious beasts, not a suitable place to live. Naturally, it was also not a good place to play. Moreover, it was barren, so even merchants would not come here.
For cultivators, there were no excellent spiritual veins in the Western Continent, let alone heavenly treasures, spirit beasts, and spirit grasses. Therefore, unless they were looking for some strange things, they would not set foot in the Western Continent.
But these things weren't important to Mo Tiange.
Sitting on the top of this desolate mountain in the Western Continent, feeling the biting cold wind blowing, the vast and distant aura blowing on his face.
For hundreds of thousands of years, other than a small number of barbarians, there were no traces of other people here. It still maintained the ancient style, and her thoughts easily entered it.
She sat cross-legged and closed her eyes, feeling the howling wind blowing past her ears, as well as the distant cave dwellings and the melodious chants of the barbarians.
I might as well go into seclusion here.
A thought popped up in her mind.
Although there were no spirit veins here, she had the Virtual Sky World, so it wouldn't be a problem.
With this thought in mind, he decided to meditate on the spot.
Doing this couldn't increase her spiritual aura, but the gains in her mental state were far from what she gained in the Virtual Sky World.
The wind of the Western Continent was rough, just like the Imperial Sky and the Queen of Earth here, vast and distant, as if it came from the ancient times, without the noise of the mortal world, and without the competition of interests.
Gradually, his heart melted with the wind, drifting with the wind towards the ancient world …
The Golden Crow descended, the Jade Rabbit rose from the East, day and night alternated.
Time passed day by day. The wind swept up the yellow soil and gradually buried the person sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop.
This meditation lasted for half a month.
Mo Tiange woke up from her meditative state and stared at the yellow soil piled on her body. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
If she continued to meditate for a few more months, when she woke up, she was afraid that others would think of her as a desolate grave.
Fortunately, this was not a problem for cultivators.
She gently shook her sleeves, and the yellow soil was blown away by the wind. Her clothes were as good as new, and there was not a speck of dust on her face.
She sat down cross-legged at the top of the mountain with a smile on her face. She felt extremely relaxed.
In this half a month, her mental state once again had some insights. These insights allowed her to have a deeper understanding of Mo Yaoqing's cultivation experience.
If that's the case, it wouldn't be a problem for him to reach the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Of course, if he wanted to go into seclusion, there were still many things that he had to resolve.
For example, stabilizing one's realm, guarding one's state of mind, as well as various medicinal pills that could stimulate one's advancement, as well as some protective measures.
Forming one's Nascent Soul was different from forming one's Core. If one's Core shattered and failed to form one's Nascent Soul, one's cultivation would be crippled.
Therefore, if something went wrong, she had to end her Nascent Soul formation before her Golden Core broke. Once her Golden Core broke, she had to succeed in her Nascent Soul formation — she didn't want to cultivate from the beginning; that would be much more difficult than what she was doing now.
After sitting for a while, she took out a sword from her Qiankun Bag.
This sword was simple, heavy, and had a restrained brilliance. The sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard, but there was a strand of devilish qi that couldn't be dispersed coiled around it.
Mo Tiange sighed as she stared at the sword.
This was the Fusheng Sword that made "Qin Wei" the target that every cultivator in Yunzhong wanted to kill in recent years.
All these years, it wasn't that she didn't want to uncover the secret of the Fusheng Sword, but no matter how much she pondered, the Fusheng Sword remained the same.
She didn't know what material this sword was made of. Not only was it incomparably tough, but even divine sense couldn't penetrate its interior. Therefore, she couldn't figure out to what extent this sword had been corroded by the devilish qi.
Although the ancient records of the Virtual Sky World said that the Spirit Quenching Water could wash away all devilish qi and impurities, this thing was hard to find in the world, and there were no clues about it.
However, in the past few years, she heard a lot of rumors. Among them, there was one that most Core Formation cultivators agreed on.
The so-called five holy objects — their power as magic weapons wasn't important. What was important was that they were the keys to the secret hidden in the Sea of Returning Ruins.
Among these Core Formation cultivators, there were many disciples from big cultivation groups. Mo Tiange pondered. Now that the five holy objects were widely known in Yunzhong, this rumor was very likely to be true.
But the problem was, even if it was true, how could she use this Fusheng Sword?
These five holy objects were the keys to a certain secret place in the Sea of Returning Ruins. Did this mean that the five holy objects had to be combined into one to become the real key?
If that was the case, in order to solve this secret, either the five holy objects belonged to one force, or the five people with the holy objects were like the five Saints in the past — they had equal strength and chose to cooperate.
"So troublesome …" She looked at the Fusheng Sword and sighed.
The first one was needless to say. She was just a small Core Formation cultivator — how could she get all five holy objects?
She'd probably be killed by a Nascent Soul cultivator as soon as she showed up.
As for the second option, if they were in the Celestial Pole, it would be completely feasible. She had Xuanqing School backing her up, so no one could underestimate her. However, this was Yunzhong. She had no roots or foundation here, so what right did she have to occupy a position of cooperation?
Unless … Unless Master and Senior Martial Brother were here …
Once this thought emerged, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.
In this current situation, she couldn't even go back, so how could they appear?
What a pity! If she had two Nascent Soul cultivators as her backing, she could definitely stand out and ask for a share of the loot. Now, however, she could only hide to avoid being killed and robbed.
But she was absolutely unwilling to hand over the Fusheng Sword.
She obtained the Fusheng Sword from someone else in a dignified manner, so why should she hand it over?
These people couldn't solve the secret of the Sea of Returning Ruins, and she wouldn't lose anything.
En … In that case, she'd take the Fusheng Sword back to the Celestial Pole and concentrate on cultivating. When she was strong enough, she'd come to Yunzhong again. At that time, she'd have the power to fight.
Just like that, she calmly made a decision.
She'd take the Fusheng Sword back to the Celestial Pole and let these cultivators fight to the death in Yunzhong. It wouldn't matter to her even if they died.
Perhaps, when her cultivation base improved greatly, when she came to Yunzhong again, the strength of the high-level cultivators in Yunzhong would be greatly reduced due to the internal strife. At that time, she could openly share a piece of the pie with them and even occupy more benefits.
With that thought in mind, she reached out and touched the sharp blade of the Fusheng Sword. A magic weapon from nearly 100,000 years ago, which had been corroded in the Devil Domain for so many years, still had this kind of momentum. Fu Yao Zi's tool-refining technique was really amazing.
Not to mention restoring the Fusheng Sword's former glory, if she could learn a little bit of Fu Yao Zi's tool-refining technique and refine her magic weapon, the power of her magic weapon would definitely be greatly improved.
Unfortunately, her current cultivation level wasn't enough to find the secret of the Fusheng Sword.
After thinking about these things, she was about to put the Fusheng Sword away when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest as if a needle had been ruthlessly stabbed into her heart, almost making her lose consciousness in a split second.
"Ugh …" She covered her chest and explored her heart meridian with her spiritual aura, only to find that her heart meridian was completely normal. There was no problem at all.
Then, she felt another sharp pain. This time, she even fainted for several breaths before she recovered.
What's going on?
In a trance, she suddenly realized what had happened.
The one who was injured wasn't her but Qin Xi!
There was a blood oath between them, so they could sense each other's condition. When they were fine, this kind of feeling was very weak, but if there was a strong feeling, it meant one of them was seriously injured!
She panicked as she realized this.
Such a strong feeling actually made her faint for a moment even though she was thousands of miles away. What kind of injury did Qin Xi suffer?
Would his life be in danger?
Strange. He'd already advanced into the Nascent Soul realm and his divine power was powerful. What kind of danger did he encounter that made him seriously injured?
She tried hard to breathe and calm herself down.
Mo Tiange closed her eyes and continued to sense Qin Xi's condition.
Although it wasn't as painful as before, the feeling of pain came in waves and didn't stop.
What was he doing?
Was he fighting with someone or a demonic beast?
Where's Master?
Did he go to some dangerous place again?
Her mind was in a mess, and she almost couldn't suppress her fear. After being separated for 50 years, she was looking forward to reuniting with him, but now … another burst of pain came. Mo Tiange covered her chest, feeling that her blood and Qi were surging. She couldn't suppress it.
Originally, the feeling of the blood oath wasn't this strong, but she was panicking now, which caused her blood and Qi to become unstable.
After enduring for a while, she finally felt a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood came up.
Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth and dripped on the Fusheng Sword in her hand.
The shiny sword suddenly shone with a dazzling light.
Mo Tiange was stunned. Before she could react, the Fusheng Sword shone brightly and swallowed her whole body.
"This is …" She seemed to be hit hard in the head, and she fainted.
Her surroundings were gray, and her divine sense was lost.
She felt like she was dead, but she also felt like she was alive.
Senior Martial Brother … She recalled the strange scene before she fainted and the reason she vomited blood. She couldn't help but feel anxious. Was he still alive?
She sensed that the blood oath didn't seem to be broken. In other words, he should still be alive?
Thinking of this, she calmed down.
As long as he was alive, it was fine. He would definitely find a way to escape.
The problem now was that she seemed to be in trouble herself.
She wasn't unfamiliar with this feeling. In fact, this kind of coma was caused by her divine sense being sucked into her sea of consciousness.
But the problem was why?
Her blood was absorbed by the Fusheng Sword, and then her divine sense was sucked in.
Could it be that the Fusheng Sword was hiding some secret?
Just as she thought about this, she suddenly heard a soft sigh coming from the gray space.
Immediately, her hair stood on end.
This was her sea of consciousness, and every corner of it was under her control. How could there be someone else's sigh?!
"Who?" She was on guard.
Although she was in the weakest sea of consciousness, she had cultivated the Soul-Refining Art to a certain level, so she had the power to fight back.
However, the sea of consciousness was fragile. This person could sneak into her sea of consciousness without a sound, so his strength must be extraordinary.
She calmed down and said, "Who are you?
Why are you in my sea of consciousness? "
"Alas!" Another soft sigh sounded, but it was clearer than the last time.
As if sensing her hostility, this person finally spoke. "You actually have the Spiritual Roots of the Origin, and you even cultivated the Body of the Origin. It seems you're indeed my fated person."
Mo Tiange was stunned.
There was no hostility in this person's words; there was even a sense of affection.
The Fusheng Sword, the fated person.
She was shocked. "You're Fu Yao Zi?"
In the gray space, the person chuckled softly. "You're really smart, baby.
Yes, I'm Fu Yao Zi. "