Watching the people from the Purgatory Holy Sect leave, the expressions of those from the other Imperial Rule Immortal Sects naturally soured.
The Dan Family and the Blood Nether Holy Sect also said a few words before departing.
On the Divine Sun Holy Sect’s side, the Red Crow Elder looked at Xu Zimei with a grave expression and said, "You should understand what the Five Spirit Beads are. Once this news spreads, I believe countless people will be interested."
"You better take care of yourself first," Xu Zimei replied indifferently.
The Red Crow Elder snorted coldly and then led the others into the void.
They all knew that just the Heavenly Curtain War God alone could battle all of them by himself.
If the Traveler and Heavenly Blade, two War Generals, were to return later, it would probably turn into a tragic battle.
Moreover, the Sect Foundations of their own Sects had been destroyed, and it would likely take a long time to rebuild.
And since only the Great Emperor could condense the Sect Foundation, theirs could only be imitations, ultimately inferior in effect.
Watching everyone leave, Sect Master Xiao eventually ordered the disbandment of the Sect Protection Array.
The Heavenly Curtain War God turned around, looked at Xu Zimei with a smile, and said, "You’ve done well."
Xu Zimei nodded slightly.
"If you ever need my help in the future, you can come directly to Heavenly Kirin Valley to find me," the Heavenly Curtain War God handed a token to Xu Zimei.
He added, "This is the key to the entrance of Heavenly Kirin Valley."
"Thank you, old ancestor," Xu Zimei expressed his gratitude.
Heavenly Kirin Valley was the Forbidden Land of the True Martial Holy Sect and the place where several of the Elders resided, inaccessible to other disciples.
Even the core Elders of the Sect weren’t qualified, and it was said that only each generation’s Sect Master could enter.
Now that the Heavenly Curtain War God had given the entrance token to Xu Zimei, it meant he truly recognized Xu Zimei as the Saint Heir.
"We also did not expect this incident. It was troublesome to have the old ancestor involved," Sect Master Xiao said from the side.
"If it weren’t to prevent turmoil in the Eastern Continent, we would have had to annihilate the Divine Sun Holy Sect this time," the Heavenly Curtain War God said, snorting coldly.
"Jueyun, you must remember, no one on Yuan Central Continent dares to bully us."
The Sect Master of the True Martial Holy Sect was named Xiao Jueyun.
Of course, this name was probably forgotten by many, as since he became the Sect Master, very few dared to address him as such.
Sect Master Xiao quickly nodded.
Eventually, the Heavenly Curtain War God disappeared into the void, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mo Er, are you okay?" Xu Qingshan immediately looked at Xu Zimei and asked.
"Nothing, they can’t harm me," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
"Tell me, what’s the deal with the Drowning Pearl?" Sect Master Xiao looked at Xu Zimei, thought for a while, and asked.
"I’ve explained before that they were vying for the Southern Heaven Four Demons, but I discovered and took it from them," Xu Zimei said.
"This matter is too connected to many things. Once the news spreads, it may even cause turmoil across the entire Yuan Central Continent," Sect Master Xiao said.
"You can choose to store it in the Sect, which would be safer for you."
"Thank you for your concern, Sect Master Xiao, but I think I can keep it safe," Xu Zimei shook his head and smiled.
"As you wish," Sect Master Xiao did not press further and eventually returned to the Sect Gate.
Probably the Sect would have to discuss the aftermath of this incident, Xu Zimei returned to Goose Southern Peak alone.
He decided to set off tomorrow, leaving the True Martial Holy Sect for the Old Land.
He didn’t want to think too much about other matters.
Ever since leaving Blood Slaughter City, Tan Jiulin headed back to the Ancient Desolate Forest where she had previously cultivated.
There, she had once followed her mentor, Sage, for a period of cultivation.
She knew that her mentor’s true body was not there but had left behind an avatar to help her.
When she returned to the Ancient Desolate Forest, it was already deep into the night.
The sky glittered with a profusion of stars, and the bright moon hung high.
The master was sitting atop a waterfall suspended above a mountain pond, devouring the essence of the stars and moon.
The strength of his astral projection weakened over time as it strayed from his corporeal form. To maintain its existence, he had to continually cultivate.
Of course, it was said that once the tenth Vein Gate was breached, one could split off their Divine Soul and create a true second astral projection.
"You’re back," the middle-aged man said to Tan Jiulin, smiling gently.
"How was your harvest this trip?" the middle-aged man continued to inquire.
"I encountered him," Tan Jiulin said, her mood falling as she recalled her previous defeat.
"Who?" the middle-aged man quickly asked.
"Does he know about you?" the middle-aged man frowned slightly.
"I am no match for him," Tan Jiulin nodded in response.
"It seems he has grown up," the middle-aged man sighed softly.
Then he said with a smile, "You needn’t be too upset. You have not yet reached the Divine Vein Realm.
Once you are at the same realm, you may not be weaker than him."
"Master, can I really beat him?" Tan Jiulin asked.
"You have to understand that you are not alone in this fight," the middle-aged man comforted.
"Fate tells me that what he faces is the entire Yuan Central Continent, and even Heaven Beyond Heavens."
"Not alone," Tan Jiulin murmured to herself.
Early the next day, Xu Zimei left Goose Southern Peak.
He went to take his leave from his parents at Azure Mountain Peak and eventually bid farewell to Lin Ruhu, Xiao Guizi, and Ji Baiyu as well.
The late autumn season was destined to end, with a downpour of pure white snow falling in the early morning.
The whole True Martial Holy Sect was engulfed in a thick white haze, with a lonely coldness swirling in the cold wind.
Perhaps the departure of autumn is for the arrival of a better spring.
Xu Zimei sat on the back of the Dark Heaven Tiger, his figure slowly vanishing under the imposing silhouette of the True Martial Holy Sect.
Atop Azure Mountain Peak, two people also slowly retracted their gaze.
Xu Qingshan said to Wenren Yun, "What did Mo Er say when he left?"
"He said that the next time he comes back, he’ll bring that girl to let us see," Wenren Yun replied.
"Good, good," Xu Qingshan repeated contentedly.
"A man’s ambition lies in all directions, his path adorned with thorns and flowers, and a future bright as silk!"
Sitting on the back of the Dark Heaven Tiger, Xu Zimei traveled slowly along the tree-lined path.
He allowed the falling snow to settle on his clothes, perhaps believing that parting is always sad.
The heavy snow lasted for three days, immersing the whole world in silent coldness.
At noon that day, the snow was still falling relentlessly.
Suddenly, the Dark Heaven Tiger halted its massive form.
Xu Zimei rubbed his bleary eyes and sat up to look ahead.
Out of nowhere, an inn had appeared right in front of him.
An inn that blocked the road, not particularly large and of a very ancient style.
There was no sign on the inn, only a flag planted beside it.
The flag bore the words "Good and Evil Inn" in bold characters.