The teleportation skill of the Evil Mirror Demon Clan, known as Mirror Flower Moon, at the River Grade, has a maximum range of 100 kilometers.

Lu Ran opened the landing mirror several times, bringing Deng Yuxiang to the edge of the Snow Forest.

Standing atop the mountain, looking north, it was a vast expanse of white snow.

Looking south, the white gradually transitioned into green forests and mountains.

"Let's stay nearby; we're already far from the Night Charm Clan's territory," Lu Ran suggested.

"Okay." Deng Yuxiang glanced around, recognizing this peak.

Previously, as they traveled northward, the two had stood on this Boundary Ridge, gazing south and north.

Returning here was no coincidence.

Lu Ran had retraced their path, and the destination chosen by using the teleportation Evil Technique·Mirror Flower Moon wasn't random.

Within a hundred kilometers, he could reach places he could see or areas where he had previously opened maps and recorded spatial coordinates.

Lu Ran looked at the woman, "Should we wait for a snowy day?"

Inadvertently, he noticed the beautiful curvature of her abs.

Not long ago, she had been pierced by a Night Charm Blade through her waist and abdomen, leaving her clothes in tatters.

This revealed her aesthetically pleasing waistline.

Lu Ran quickly turned his head, pretending to observe the surroundings.

But as soon as he turned his head, he scolded himself inwardly. Why feel guilty?

Even if she exposed her waist, what of it?

In this day and age, of course both men and women can show their alluring... cough, cough... their health and vitality!

Yes, that's right!

"Hmm, it's best to wait for one," Deng Yuxiang was deep in thought, unaware of anything unusual.

Advancing in rank really was a tricky matter!

Once she began her advancement, it would surely cause quite a stir.

In the perilous Holy Spirit Mountain, there would surely be opportunists ready to take advantage!

If she was attacked by enemies during her advancement...

Survival aside, if Deng Yuxiang got disturbed during her advancement, it might be impossible to regroup and breakthrough again!

"Let's go, down the mountain," Lu Ran's feet rose as a black cloud formed beneath him, "We need to head into the deep forest, find a secluded spot."

"Okay!"

The two flew down the peak, plunging straight into the forest.

For this advancement, the two from the Ran Sect had specifically opened up a hidden cave, a long tunnel extending deep into the mountain.

The two patiently waited for several days, finally getting a stormy, snowy night.

In the pitch-black silent cave, Deng Yuxiang sat cross-legged, holding a dozen energy-filled Divine Power Pearls.

The glow from the beads illuminated her face, which wore a grave expression.

"Nightmare," Lu Ran suddenly spoke.

"Here."

"Whatever happens, focus on advancing," Lu Ran's voice was particularly stern, "This concerns not just your future, but the Ran Sect's future as well."

Deng Yuxiang remained silent, nodding gently.

She was fully aware of the gravity of the situation; on this upward journey, a single misstep could lead her plunging into an abyss.

Lu Ran picked up the Blazing Phoenix Pattern Gourd, sighing inwardly, "If only Little Blazing Phoenix could absorb life to let Nightmare advance in the gourd, that would be great..."

"Buzz~"

The gourd lightly trembled, the golden phoenix pattern gradually lighting up.

Though Lu Ran didn't hear the Artifact Spirit's words, he felt Little Blazing Phoenix's intention.

He smiled, fingers brushing over the golden phoenix pattern, "Alright, let's work hard. But for now, let's focus on helping her advance."

The phoenix pattern shone brightly, radiant.

Lu Ran sent it forward with one hand, the Blazing Phoenix Pattern Gourd slowly floating into Deng Yuxiang's embrace.

"I'll go stand guard," Lu Ran turned to leave, but paused at the tunnel's entrance, "Remember, no matter what happens outside, do not lose focus!"

"Yes."

"That's an order." Lu Ran emphasized firmly.

"Yes!" Deng Yuxiang bowed slightly, clutching the dozen Divine Power Pearls tightly in her hands.

Lu Ran began walking, traversing the long tunnel, turning corner after corner, before finally reaching the cave entrance.

The entrance was inconspicuous, more like a crack, barely enough to allow a person to pass sideways.

Before the entrance was a dense forest, further concealed by a large snow-covered pine.

"Wooo~~~"

In the pitch-black night, the wind howled, frost and snow swirling.

Listening to the ghostly wailing wind, Lu Ran strangely felt a bit more at ease.

Observing for a moment, he squeezed back into the crack, advancing several meters before leaning the tunnel wall and closing his eyes.

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, a resounding noise penetrated the fury of the howling wind and snow.

Lu Ran jumped in fright!

His face turned grim, rubbing his ears with both hands, nearly stomping and cursing.

For vigilance, he had maxed out the Evil Technique·Evil Recognition, focusing intently!

"Damn." Lu Ran cursed, reluctantly lowering the grade of his Evil Recognition.

Only after quite some time, sensing the increasing richness of divine energy in the air, did his mood improve.

Could it be that Nightmare had broken through the bottleneck and begun advancing?

Back against the tunnel wall, eyes closed, Lu Ran envisioned a bright future.

If she successfully advanced this time, she would become a Jiang Realm·Fourth Rank great power of the Human Clan.

With the abundant divine energy in the Holy Spirit Mountain realm, ideal for cultivation, Deng Yuxiang needed just one more minor rank to reach the Jiang Realm Peak!

Once at this height, it was only a matter of insight.

Could the Sea Realm be far behind?

Looking back, Deng Yuxiang had undergone a major life change.

Fortunately, with Lu Ran's careful support, this radiant camellia's Mental Realm remained relatively stable.

Her goals were clear and unwavering, neither lost nor dejected.

However, compared to her insight while breaking through from the River Realm, her path to godhood had surely changed by now?

She had already bonded with the Night Charm Evil Sculpture, aiming for the position of an Evil God!

Lu Ran fell into contemplation.

Deng Yuxiang was undoubtedly a shattered and reassembled person.

It was only because of Lu Ran's presence that her reassembly process was quite swift, almost seamless.

She had just plummeted into an abyss and shattered, only to be pieced back together by Lu Ran, leading her down this path.

So, could it be that her insight, in the big picture, was set?

To replace the Night Charm, embodying the Evil God, and vanquishing the calamities of the human world?

"Hmm." The more Lu Ran thought about it, the more it seemed plausible.

Once she reached the Jiang Realm·Fifth Rank, he could discuss it with her.

Perhaps it could drastically shorten her insight and advancement time!

Oh, the thought of personally nurturing a Sea Realm great power...

"Boom!!"

Lu Ran jumped in shock, his face turning ashen.

What the hell *&...%￥&!!!

This pack of dogs!

One day, I'll go up there and cut them all to shreds!

Lu Ran cursed inwardly, helpless against the ones above, forced to endure in silence.

The night swiftly passed.

Lu Ran had no intention of searching for Holy Spirit Energy; at such a crucial moment, it was best not to complicate matters.

By the next day, the sky was swirling with clouds, the forest still caught in a snowstorm, putting Lu Ran at ease.

However, a Jiang Realm great power's advancement would take at least two or three days, and he had to stay alert.

By the third morning, the sky still hadn't cleared, and the storm raged on!

Lu Ran was overjoyed, his heart fixated on one word—steady!

"This round is so secure~"

Lu Ran, standing sideways in the narrow tunnel, peered through the crack a few meters away, gazing at the snowy scene outside.

Truly heaven-sent!

Blow harder!

The stronger the wind, the thicker the snow, the more... huh?

Lu Ran's heart sank, hastily closing his eyes to listen.

Did he faintly hear the flapping of wings?

It was...

Meanwhile, in the swirling snowstorm.

A man with icy-blue butterfly wings flew around the mountain with his eyes closed.

Evidently, he was a believer under the Fifth-class God, Ice Butterfly.

"Brother Chen." A middle-aged woman, also with butterfly wings, came fluttering up and said urgently, "This person seems to be in the mountain! The frost and snow don't touch them, so we can't detect their presence."

Chen opened his eyes, looked coldly at the woman, "Did I need you to point that out?"

The woman pouted, feeling wronged, but dared not retort.

Seeing her about to argue, Chen snorted coldly, "Fine, you go report to the higher-ups then."

"Ah? I... I go?" The woman's face changed, eyes showing a hint of fear.

"Aren't you worried the master will be anxious? Go!" Chen said coldly, flying away.

The middle-aged woman's face turned pale as she looked skyward.

In the snow, a white-clad woman stood atop a flying sword.

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a long time, struggling internally, before finally forcing herself to fly upward.

"Mas... Master," the middle-aged woman said shakily.

One could feel the fear from her very core, even the rhythm of the wings on her back was off.

Yet, the one she feared to this extent was a young and beautiful woman.

Only mid-twenties, with long black hair and a flowing white dress.

The young woman stood on a flying sword, confirming her identity—a Sword One Disciple.

"Speak," the Sword One Disciple said, eyes fixed on the mountain below.

The Ice Butterfly's disciple, head lowered and trembling, reported nervously, "We've circled the mountain many times, felt no living being, no ambushes in the forest. The per... person should be advancing inside the mountain."

The Sword One Disciple looked down, her icy gaze meeting the Ice Butterfly Disciple.

The energies of heaven and earth gathered toward this mountain, who wouldn't know someone was advancing inside?

"Ma... Master..." The middle-aged woman shivered, bowing even lower.

It's hard to imagine such an aged Ice Butterfly disciple addressing a young Sword One Disciple like this.

In the Holy Spirit Mountain realm, there was no law.

The weak had no dignity.

The Sword One Disciple spoke slowly, her flat voice carrying boundless pressure:

"What follower are they of, how many people, exact location."

While speaking, she laid a hand on the head of the Ice Butterfly woman, feeling the trembling servant under her palm: "I'll give you three more minutes."

"Yes!" The Ice Butterfly woman replied shakily, urgently flying downward.

"Xiaojin." Suddenly, a clear voice called from afar.

The Sword One Disciple turned to look, her face immediately softening, "The sisters are here."

Over the sky in the northwest, three Sword One Disciples flew over on their swords...

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