Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 680 I'm Not Joking (Volume 3 Epilogue)

The tense atmosphere was broken by a few words between Xue Lan and Qun Zhi. Xue Lan found a stall by the roadside and sat down. A fat fish-headed man next to her immediately bought her a pot of wine.

The clear, pale blue liquid was served in a transparent crystal pot, reminding Xue Lan of someone's Star-Slaying Wine.

"I had some guesses when I was reading the sacred book, but I was still surprised to see Lord Changjun."

Qunzhi sat opposite Xue Lan, smiling gently and politely: "Lord Changjun has turned the Upper Realm upside down, but I didn't expect he would still have time to leave such a figure in the Lower Realm..."

The girl paused slightly, as if choosing her words carefully: "An avatar?"

"It's not an avatar." Xue Lan smiled, picked up her wine glass, swirled it, but didn't drink.

Qunzhi smiled, her eyes crinkling: "What's that?"

Xue Lan twitched the large ears on her head, and the red bead on her left ear swayed: "You'll have to know this eventually anyway, so I won't tell you now, fellow Daoist."

"I'll have to know this from now on?" Qunzhi asked with some doubt. "Does Lord Changjun intend to pass on this method to me?"

Xue Lan smiled but didn't say anything.

Lord Wolf: Even if I were willing to teach you, I'd have to see if you have the guts to learn.

Someone would admire the Wolf King for daring to commit suicide and split their soul.

"You'll find out eventually anyway."

Qunzhi didn't ask any more questions, but instead looked at Xue Lan's wine cup: "This is the immortal wine of my Sky Fish Clan, why don't you drink with me, sir?"

Xue Lan looked at the clear liquid in the crystal glass: "It is naturally good wine, but my wine is not here."

She was eager to return to the Upper Realm as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Xue Lan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Qun Zhi: "Fellow Daoist wants to see me just to confirm my identity?"

"Yes and no."

Qunzhi smiled and put down her wine cup, then looked at Xue Lan: "Confirming Changjun's identity is one thing, but the most important thing is to get a definite answer from you, sir."

The night was slightly cool, and Xue Lan heard the sound of the tide.

The pearls in Qunzhi's hair reflected the moonlight in the night, shining brightly.

Seeing her speak slowly, Xue Lan asked solemnly, "Does Your Excellency intend to break through to the Demon Lord level, ascend to the pinnacle of the Demon Clan, and become the Demon Emperor, a once-in-ten-thousand-years phenomenon?"

Demon Emperor?

Xue Lan silently repeated the title in her mind, then spoke:

“My cultivation level naturally needs to be higher. I’m sure you’ve heard about the coup in the Upper Realm. If my cultivation level isn’t high enough, there will be no place for me in the entire Yuanming Realm.”

"It's more than just having nowhere to live."

Qunzhi looked at Xue Lan and said quite sharply, "Your Majesty's accumulated power is too great, like a sword hanging over your neck. In some people's eyes, you are far more terrifying than the demons."

Xue Lan turned her head, deliberately teasing her: "And in your eyes, fellow Daoist?"

Qunzhi shook her head helplessly, the girl's expression calm: "Does the monarch of the Northern River of the Upper Realm really want to bother with a few small fish like me from the Southern Region of the Lower Realm?"

"A few small fish that possess the sacred book of the demon race?"

Xue Lan's large, white ears twitched incessantly. She stood up and waved her sleeve, saying, "Don't worry, I can't be the emperor."

The big white wolf looked down at Qunzhi:

"The Sky Fish Clan and Yandu have always had a good relationship. If you want to know anything, you can ask Lord Qingliu."

Will Lord Aoyagi tell me?

"I'm here to vouch for you!" Xue Lan raised her hand, and a pale blue willow leaf flew to Qun Zhi's front, containing extremely pure plant spiritual power.

"Take this to Lady Aoyagi, and she will tell you everything you want to know."

"Qiongzhi understands."

The priest put away the willow leaf and looked at Xue Lan: "You may now state your request."

Xue Lan smiled mischievously, and the inner demon flew out from her chest and landed beside Ling:

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to come with me for a stroll?"

Seeing the Nascent Soul stage demon in front of her, who was extremely wary, Ling smiled at Xue Lan and said, "Don't be afraid, this is my inner demon."

The woman laughed freely under the moonlight, raising her hand to her mouth in a shushing gesture:

“I have a deal to discuss with your priest.”

"Please excuse me, Fellow Daoist Ling."

Aya was about to say something when she saw Qunzhi shake her head at her.

"It's fine."

When Ling was taken away by her inner demon, she was still filled with resentment, looking back at Xue Lan every three steps.

It looked like it was about to bite her.

"My lord, please don't look anymore," Qunzhi called out to Xue Lan.

"Even a hundred or eighty silk ribbons cannot contend with you, sir. Please do not bully the juniors."

"A junior?" Xue Lan disagreed.

"Given my current status, I am the junior."

"Please don't joke with me, sir."

Qunzhi looked at Xue Lan quietly: "My lord, please tell me, what do you intend to do with the Demon Clan's Sacred Book?"

Xue Lan enjoys talking to intelligent people; it's effortless. Whatever she says, the other person understands.

Xue Lan revealed a bright smile: "I would like to ask you, fellow Daoist, to erase me from the sacred book of the demon race."

Qunzhi looked at Xue Lan in disbelief: "Are you serious, sir?"

"Of course I'm serious." Xue Lan's expression turned serious.

"I never lie or joke."

Qunzhi was somewhat skeptical, but she continued Xue Lan's question: "The Sacred Book of the Demon Clan is connected to the Yuanming Realm. I only have the ability to explore it, not to modify it."

"I know." Xue Lan nodded.

“Those below the Demon Lord level are ignorant of the fundamental principles of heaven and earth, so it is indeed unreasonable to force you to revise the sacred book.”

Moonlight streamed down, illuminating Xue Lan's clear, glass-like eyes, which held an unwavering resolve: "So I will help you."

"I will help you erase me from the sacred book of the demon race."

Qunzhi's breathing became heavier.

Because she knew that if the Demon Lord could do it, Xue Lan could do it too.

Not to mention how terrifying the power of the Demon Lord was, it was a miracle that the many beings of the Yuanming Realm had not seen in ten thousand years.

This Wolf King also practices the art of time and space.

Time flows endlessly, but no matter how powerful a cultivator is, they can only occupy a small portion of it.

The girl spoke softly:

"Using the art of time and space to reverse time and rewind the records about you in the sacred book of the demon race to a time before you were born, perhaps that is feasible."

Xue Lan shook her head:

"You're just lying. The art of time travel is like a nail; once the nail rusts, time will eventually return to its original state."

Lord Wolf looked up at the moon.

Besides, she no longer has the laws of space and time.

For Xue Lan, the act of forging the boundary was a complete and utter dissipation of his cultivation.

Transform the soul into the purest fuel to forge the entire Yuanming Realm.

Yuan Mingtu will be her swan song as a weapon refiner; everything she has will turn to ashes in this weapon refining process.

Lord Wolf shuddered, feeling truly great.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to worry." Xue Lan looked at Qun Zhi:

"I just want your promise; Xue Lan can handle everything else herself."

After all, her greatest strength lies in annihilation and severance.

Qunzhi pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"I agree to this, sir."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Although Xue Tong enjoys bullying Lu Feng, she is quite generous when it comes to spending money on her colleagues.

Especially when it's not your own money that's being spent.

When Xue Lan found the three of them, Lu Feng already had a large pile of healing medicines in his arms. Little Tong was rambling on about how even though they were the main characters, they could still get injured, and that the upper realm was not like the lower realm.

Holding a large seashell that shimmered with five-colored light, the spirit guide flew over to Xue Lan with a smile upon seeing her:

“My lord, I wish to have this sword sheath inlaid.”

Xue Lan glanced at the large seashell and forcibly suppressed her aesthetic sense:

"Our little soul chose the one that looks good. The emperor will make his move another day."

Xue Tong rolled her eyes.

"You're such a blind daughter-lover! Why don't you treat Lin Su like that?"

Lord Wolf is semi-automatically deaf, only listening to what he wants to hear.

"I knew it."

Xue Tong gritted her teeth and asked:

"Shouldn't we head to the Upper Realm now?"

"Yes!" Xue Lan's hearing had improved.

"have you eaten?"

"I didn't eat it." Xue Tong shook her head: "I told you there's a fish over there that's actually selling fish soup."

Xue Lan didn't know what to say, so she simply reached out her hand to Xue Tong.

"Give me the Sun-Tracing Mirror, we don't have enough time."

"What do you mean there's not enough time?" Xue Tong asked with some confusion as she handed the Sun-Tracing Mirror to Xue Lan, watching him activate all the runes on it.

"Of course...it's the time when the door opens."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the four of them transformed into streaks of light and flew towards the horizon, leaping and swimming, causing the surrounding space to tremble and fold.

Aya returned to Qunzhi's side and looked at the flowing light, speaking:

"Is this the art of time and space?"

Qunzhi nodded slowly:

"The upper realm is about to become completely unsafe."

With the Sun-Tracing Mirror activated, ten thousand miles were covered in an instant. Due to the extreme compression of space, Xue Lan and the others arrived at the South China Sea's extreme realm in just a quarter of an hour.

The moment they stopped, Xue Tong and Lu Feng started vomiting in the back.

"Luckily... I didn't eat anything beforehand."

Xue Tong patted his chest and looked up, immediately seeing a waterspout connecting heaven and earth in front of him.

Here, the world was compressed into an extreme blackness. There were no stars or moon in the sky, and the pitch-black seawater was sucked into the sky by the waterspout, stretching as far as the eye could see, which was incredibly awe-inspiring.

"Where is your door?" Xue Tong couldn't help but ask.

"There."

Xue Lan raised her finger and pointed to the huge waterspout in front of her. Two streams of water slowly fell down from it, floating in the air and turning into a black water ladder.

At the same time, a dark hole appeared above the waterspout at the other end of the water ladder.

Xue Lan stepped onto the water ladder first, then turned to look at Xue Tong and extended her hand to her:

"Let's go! Accompany me on a trip to the Upper Realm!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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