"Limitless Heaven and Earth, Qiankun Borrowing Technique, Release!"

Fang Zhou channeled his cultivation technique, infusing True Qi into his fingertips, and pointed at the Sword Box.

He could clearly feel the True Qi uncontrollably rushing out from his fingertips and flowing into the Sword Box.

The entire Sword Box instantly fragmented into numerous rectangular pieces, like a Lego toy disassembling.

This scene thrilled Fang Zhou immensely; after all this effort, he had finally managed to unlock the Sword Box.

Aya and Ming Aoshuang, who were observing from the side, were also overjoyed because Fang Zhou had already explained to them that their only hope now lay in the Sword Box.

Numerous square pieces swiftly reassembled into a bamboo slip filled with tiny script.

Fang Zhou eagerly lowered his head to examine it, only to embarrassingly realize that he couldn't understand.

It wasn't just that he couldn't comprehend what it was saying; he couldn't even recognize the characters. It was probably a long-lost or seldom-known ancient script.

Fang Zhou could only beckon to Ming Aoshuang, "Come over and help me decipher it."

Ming Aoshuang approached, somewhat hesitant, "Is it alright for me to look at this?"

Fang Zhou had mentioned that this was his sect's treasured artifact, and as an outsider, she wasn't really supposed to see it.

"These formalities aren't important now; the most crucial thing is to escape," Fang Zhou replied, grasping Ming Aoshuang's hand with a resolute look, "I trust your character!"

Ming Aoshuang was deeply moved. She and Fang Zhou had been enemies before, yet he trusted her enough to let her see the sect's treasure.

"Rest assured, I can swear by the heavens that I won't reveal a single word, or may I die a horrible death!" Ming Aoshuang promised Fang Zhou solemnly before turning to look at the characters on the bamboo slip.

Upon seeing it, she exclaimed, "This is the long-lost Ji Word script; I only saw it once in a rare copy collected by the sect."

Seeing that Ming Aoshuang recognized it, Fang Zhou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The prerequisite for the Saint Mode is being able to understand the script. If he couldn't even read the characters, there would be no way to learn from it.

"Can you understand it?"

"I'll give it a try."

Ming Aoshuang read it word by word, then interpreted the meaning for Fang Zhou.

She had studied it out of curiosity long ago with an elder from her sect, never expecting this incidental learning would become useful after so many years.

The bamboo slip contained tens of thousands of words, with more emerging after reading, making it impossible to know just how many words there were.

Ming Aoshuang found it rather arduous; she didn't recognize some characters and could only make educated guesses.

Apart from the characters, she couldn't understand the content on the bamboo slip at all—it was too vast and profound for her current level to grasp.

This was a huge task; Ming Aoshuang also had to teach Fang Zhou the characters so he could understand them too.

Accomplishing this in a short time wasn't feasible; the three settled near a spring as their base, beginning to decipher the Ji Word script on the bamboo slip.

...

The seasons changed, day after day.

The three spent nearly three years in the Abyss Ancient Battlefield.

Over these two years, Fang Zhou and Ming Aoshuang worked together, finally fully decoding and understanding the Ji Word script on the bamboo slip.

The Qimen Dunjia was incredibly profound; Fang Zhou relied on the Saint Mode to forcefully grasp it, progressing slowly.

Especially the Escape Technique involving time, it was like a struggling student solving math problems, painstakingly grinding through it with the Saint Mode.

Over the three years, the relationship among the three gradually became harmonious and close.

Particularly between Fang Zhou and Ming Aoshuang, due to the aftereffects of the Saint Mode, Ming Aoshuang had to try everything possible to help Fang Zhou resolve them.

Sometimes she couldn't handle it alone, and even Aya had to set aside her reservations to help.

After all, Fang Zhou was their hope of leaving; nothing should happen to him.

In the face of such a significant matter, consuming a little protein seemed insignificant.

Fang Zhou never imagined that his dream of having the happiness of the "Qiren" would come true under these circumstances.

However, this was a special situation created by a unique environment; once they left this place, Fang Zhou's fortune would come to an end.

Outside, neither Aya nor Ming Aoshuang would sustain this unequal relationship.

During these three years, aside from decoding the Ji Word script, Fang Zhou often used the Saint Mode for cultivation, progressing his realm to the Core Formation Stage, just a step away from Golden Core.

Additionally, the three frequently ventured out to hunt Abyssal monsters, accumulating over seventy thousand experience points for Fang Zhou.

...

Coming out of the Super Enlightenment State, Fang Zhou slowly opened his eyes.

Aya and Ming Aoshuang watched him nervously.

Fang Zhou's cultivation of Qimen Dunjia had reached a crucial point; success hinged on this enlightenment.

Seeing Fang Zhou open his eyes, Ming Aoshuang couldn't wait to ask, "Did you succeed?"

Fang Zhou seemed pained, hanging his head, "I'm sorry!"

Aya and Ming Aoshuang's hearts sank.

But Fang Zhou's look of pain and self-blame still made Ming Aoshuang feel sorry for him.

She quickly pulled Fang Zhou's head into her embrace, softly comforting, "Don't rush; we have plenty of time. It's not your fault, you've worked really hard."

Anyone who knew Ming Aoshuang would be astonished to see this scene.

The once cold and heartless ice goddess had such a gentle side.

Aya also reached out to pat Fang Zhou's shoulder, offering comfort.

Fang Zhou enjoyed the solace, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I succeeded!"

Ming Aoshuang: (*￣︿￣)

Aya: (*￣ー￣)

Suddenly, Fang Zhou burst into laughter, "Hahaha, surprised? Unexpected? I succeeded hahaha!"

Ming Aoshuang angrily pushed Fang Zhou away, feeling her comfort wasted.

But she couldn't hold her expression for long, breaking into a smile, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Three years!!

The three were trapped in this cursed place for three whole years, finally seeing hope to leave.

Just as Fang Zhou was about to speak, his skin suddenly flushed red, temperature soaring.

Clearly, the aftereffects of the Saint Mode were manifesting again.

The three were so familiar with this occurrence that they couldn't be more familiar; Fang Zhou adeptly stripped and jumped into the spring to cool down.

Ming Aoshuang walked forward, casually discarding garments as she went, standing nude at the water's edge.

She looked back at Aya, still standing there, puzzled, "Aya?"

Fang Zhou's aftereffects worsened over time; initially, Ming Aoshuang alone could resolve them, but later she couldn't handle it, forcing Aya to join in.

Now, whenever Fang Zhou's aftereffects flared up, it took both women to personally help resolve them.

Aya was slightly lost, recalling the scene when she was first compelled to assist.

Her feelings for Fang Zhou were complex; love was out of the question, she despised his erratic romantic behavior.

Yet fate was so ironic, with Fang Zhou as the prophesied Savior, becoming the most important person to Aya now.

Trapped here, she involuntarily found herself entangled in Fang Zhou's messy affairs.

Every time she thought about it, Aya couldn't help but feel a headache, wondering what sin she committed to deserve such treatment from fate.

With Ming Aoshuang urging, Aya could only smile wryly, undressing and joining her in the spring.

Well, let it be a trial from destiny.

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