368: Qi Dade's Pagoda Base

"Fellow Daoist Qing Ruo, this place is quite strange. The material is very peculiar; I have never seen it before. Do you know what this is?"

Within the corridor illuminated by firelight.

Two slender shadows were stretched long by the firelight.

The owner of one of these shadows had a slender figure, a handsome and ethereal face, and an extraordinary way of speaking.

Elder Beihai pointed to the gem embedded in the wall that was emitting a faint fluorescent glow and asked the cold female Cultivator beside him.

"Since even someone as knowledgeable as Fellow Daoist Beihai cannot determine it, I naturally do not know either."

The Cangyue Sect female Cultivator, Qing Ruo, smiled, looked in the direction Elder Beihai was pointing, and realized she did not recognize it either.

"Not at all, not at all."

"Fairy Qing Ruo, your Wisdom Eye is like a torch; I have benefited greatly."

Upon receiving this compliment, Elder Beihai's face became slightly awkward and embarrassed.

He waved his hands repeatedly at Qing Ruo.

"Pfft~"

Qing Ruo covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

She had finally figured it out.

This handsomely sculpted Elder Beihai beside her had absolutely no experience interacting with female Cultivators.

He was likely still a virgin of several hundred years...

Thinking of this, Qing Ruo's face flushed slightly.

She scolded herself a few times in her heart.

Why was she so lewd?

But the more she thought this, the more her heart raced as she looked at Elder Beihai's profile.

She had kept herself pure for so many years, focusing solely on cultivation. Being able to meet Elder Beihai here must be fate.

Qing Ruo's gaze became unfocused, her thoughts drifting further and further away, and her face became even more flushed.

Under the illumination of the firelight, the enchanting blush creeping onto Qing Ruo's face was reflected in Elder Beihai's heart, making him feel a bit dry-mouthed.

"If even Fellow Daoist Qing Ruo does not know, this gem must be extraordinary. It is just a pity that it cannot be removed."

Elder Beihai averted his gaze, trying to distract himself by talking.

"Yes, indeed..."

Qing Ruo had snapped out of it by now and cursed herself silently. Seeing that Elder Beihai did not seem to notice her unusual behavior, she breathed a small sigh of relief.

The two walked forward side by side.

They chatted with each other and explored their surroundings, appearing quite relaxed.

Suddenly, Elder Beihai's expression changed drastically.

"Fellow Daoist Qing Ruo, do you feel like something is missing?"

Fellow Daoist Beihai turned his head and asked Qing Ruo, whose face was still slightly flushed and looked extremely bright and beautiful.

"Fellow Daoist Qi!"

Qing Ruo exclaimed.

She finally remembered that Qi Dade seemed to have disappeared.

...

An unknown location.

The white-robed, jade-faced figure holding a folding fan looked bewildered.

Qi Dade was speechless. He had only seen an arcane pattern within the light and had fallen a few steps behind Elder Beihai and Qing Ruo.

He had wanted to get closer to see what it was.

Who knew that as soon as he approached, everything went black before his eyes.

Afterwards, when he woke up, he had arrived in this unknown place.

The figures of Elder Beihai and Qing Ruo were no longer by his side.

Behind him, there was no wall or pattern either.

After a long while.

Qi Dade did not sense any danger.

Following his inner intuition, he randomly chose a direction to go.

Tap, tap~

Footsteps sounded out of thin air.

The jade-faced, white-robed Qi Dade stopped in his tracks.

Ahead.

There was a building that looked like an altar.

It just looked a bit dilapidated.

The altar was not tall, with a diameter of only ten to twenty zhang.

Qi Dade's eyes lit up.

Any change meant there might be a way out.

He extended his Divine Sense, and after finding no danger, he stepped up.

He arrived on the altar.

In the center of the altar.

There was a stone pillar.

On top of it sat an object that looked like an octagonal disk.

It seemed to have shattered into many pieces, which had been forcibly pieced back together and placed there.

Qi Dade stroked his chin.

Although this octagonal disk was dilapidated and showed no power.

But following his inner choice, he slowly reached out his hand.

And grasped the only object on the altar.

At the same time.

Xutuo Ancient Realm, in a magnificent space.

A child with double buns, who had been leaning against an ancient book and sitting on a small nine-story pagoda while watching various scenes, suddenly jumped up.

"My pagoda base!"

The child shrieked.

He waved his hand, and an image appeared.

In it, a jade-faced, white-robed Cultivator reached out and grasped a dilapidated octagonal disk.

The child's expression changed, and he was about to reach out to do something, but suddenly paused.

He cast his gaze toward the Void Realm, and a moment later, the child lowered his short arms.

"Sigh..."

The child sighed.

In the end, he waved his hand to disperse the image.

That was the base of his true form, the xumi pagoda.

It had just been broken by a powerful figure from the Lower Realm during that battle long ago.

The pagoda body and the pagoda base had been separated ever since.

And the pagoda base had shattered into eight pieces.

He had placed the pagoda base in that space, originally intending to use the power of this ancient realm to repair it.

But it was still far from enough.

It had only barely coalesced into a whole piece.

But its power had not recovered at all.

The child with double buns sighed and sat back down on the ancient pagoda.

He turned his head and continued to watch the figures in the various scenes.

Seemingly selecting something.

...

Xutuo Ancient Realm, Earth Domain.

Sky Peak.

Below the summit.

Two figures were colliding crazily.

One purple figure held two treasure hammers, with streaks of lightning compressing and condensing on its body, making the purple-gold treasure hammers in its hands appear increasingly heavy.

The other figure was like a man and like a dragon.

It had a hideous green poisonous dragon head, a human body, hands turned into dragon claws, and a dragon tail covered in deep green scales on its back; it looked bizarre.

However, this figure was not in a good state, looking at the purple figure with some terror.

"Trash, you dare to provoke me with this little strength!"

The purple figure's words were cold and bone-piercing.

Stinging the dragon-headed, human-bodied Dragon Ao Tian, who gritted his teeth tightly.

"Kill!"

Dragon Ao Tian's eyes widened in anger. He stomped his feet and charged toward Zhou Xiutong, bearing the immense pressure.

A moment later, he arrived not far in front of Zhou Xiutong, raised his claws, and swiped down, releasing enormous energy.

"Boom!"

Zhou Xiutong raised her hammer with her left hand to block.

The two clashed, Zhou Xiutong's figure sank, and she swung the treasure hammer in her right hand, fiercely striking toward Dragon Ao Tian's body.

Boom!

The purple-gold treasure hammer struck the already dragon-transformed Dragon Ao Tian.

Despite the dense scales resisting it.

The immense force transmitted from the purple-gold treasure hammer still sent him flying.

"Cough, cough~"

Dragon Ao Tian's figure was like a cannonball, crashing into the mountain, embedding himself inside, and blood kept coughing out from the corner of his mouth.

"Trash is trash!"

Zhou Xiutong's tone was disdainful.

In the outside world, this Dragon Ao Tian might not necessarily be her match.

Let alone in this place where he could not transform into a dragon to fly, and she had obtained that incomplete technique, greatly increasing her strength.

After only a few exchanges, Dragon Ao Tian had fallen into a disadvantage.

"Ao Tian!"

At this moment, an angry voice rang out.

The leader of the Poison Dragon clan, who was in the lead, had cold eyes.

Before he could act, several figures watched him silently, as if they would besiege him if he dared to intervene.

These figures were none other than the Cultivators from the Demon God Hall, Blade God Sect, and Sun Palace who had followed closely behind.

Those who dared to come here to compete were all powerful Cultivators.

"You all!"

Long Ao Jue's face turned livid.

These people were just wary of him.

That was why they wanted to use the hands of that Zhou Family member to eliminate his wings.

To make him lose his advantage in the subsequent competition.

Zhou Xiutong glanced at Long Ao Jue and the three figures.

She did not attack Dragon Ao Tian, who had been smashed into the mountain, again.

Those three were dying for her to kill Dragon Ao Tian, as that would certainly make Long Ao Jue disregard everything to cause her trouble.

In this way, it would be killing two birds with one stone, eliminating two competitors in advance.

Zhou Xiutong naturally would not let them have their way.

"I will spare your life for now."

Zhou Xiutong turned and dashed toward the summit.

The three figures saw this and were a bit disappointed, but they did not care too much.

One by one, they dispersed and headed toward the summit.

Long Ao Jue glanced at Dragon Ao Tian, who was struggling to crawl out, ignored him, and also headed toward the summit.

After the five of them left.

Dragon Ao Tian looked dejected, his eyes gray and defeated; he clearly could not accept his failure.

At this moment, a young figure wearing a cloud-patterned dharma robe and holding a strange disk arrived at this location.

Pausing for a moment, Yun Chen nodded at the rather disheveled Dragon Ao Tian and chuckled.

"Fellow Daoist, you have quite an elegant interest."