[Time flies, and a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye.]


    [In the two hundred and fiftieth year, during these years, aside from cultivating, you spent most of your time collecting materials to refine Enlightenment Pills, desperately crafting them.]


    [Your cultivation level only improved slightly.]


    [But over these years, you have managed to refine and store 30 Enlightenment Pills.]


    [Don''t underestimate the number of 30 Enlightenment Pills.]


    [It''s all because the materials needed to refine Enlightenment Pills are extremely precious.]


    [You scoured the treasure vaults of the Celestial Verdant Sect and spent a century collecting materials from outside to gather enough for these Enlightenment Pills.]


    [But thinking about it, it''s understandable, as the effects of the Enlightenment Pill are truly extraordinary.]


    [Although it''s only a sixth-grade Immortal Pill, its real effects and practicality are even better than some ninth-grade Immortal Pills.][It is ssified as a sixth-grade Immortal Pill only because its refining difficulty isn''t that high, and a sixth-grade Immortal Pill Master can barely refine it.]


    [However, the real challenge of the Enlightenment Pill lies in collecting those precious materials.]


    [Of course, if the alchemist''s grade is higher, the effects of the refined Enlightenment Pills will be better.]


    [You look at the 30 Enlightenment Pills in your hand, choosing not to use them but storing them in a jade bottle.]


    [You know that now in the Eastern Regions, it''s already very difficult to gather materials for refining Enlightenment Pills.]


    [So, you stop refining pills.]


    [Instead, you begin to focus on cultivating formations.]


    [In the Dao of Formations, Bai Moyu is quite skilled.]


    [After all, the formations in the Southern Regions were all set up by Bai Moyu.]


    [So, you directly seek him out to learn from him.]


    [With only the peak of Tribtion Crossing, Bai Moyu naturally can''t teach you much.]


    [Thus, you are once again brought into the Bronze Gate.]


    [And apanying you, of course, is Little Peach.]


    [With Little Peach around, you have the confidence to negotiate with Bai Moyu!]


    [You sessfully receive guidance from Bai Moyu.]


    [In the three hundredth year, you sessfully break through to be a fourth-grade Immortal Formation Master in the Dao of Formations.]


    [In the three hundred and fiftieth year, Bai Moyu suddenly seems a bit lost.]


    [He murmurs, "It''s all in chaos, everything is in chaos!"]


    [You frown slightly, initially thinking he was referring to your chaotic cultivation in formations, not immediately grasping his meaning.]


    [But soon, you realize something is wrong.]


    [At this moment, Bai Moyu slightly raises his head, as if looking through the thick stone wall towards the outside world.]


    [You keep recalling previous simtions.]


    [What happened this year?]


    [After a long time, you remember that in previous simtions, you only survived to 350 years a few times.]


    [Except for the time affected by your Cmity Tribtion Body.]


    [This year, the only event was the blood rain falling in the Western Regions!]


    [In an instant, you understand, the battle of the Saints has begun.]


    [However, for now, it doesn''t seem to affect you.]


    [But, you start to wonder, in thest simtion, the world''s destruction, was it really just the influence of your Cmity Tribtion Body?]


    [Could it be that the battles of these Saint realm powerhouses inherently lead to the world''s destruction, and your Cmity Tribtion Body merely elerated the process?]


    [The more you think about it, the more likely it seems.]


    [Otherwise, for a world to go from intact toplete copse in just a few hundred years, the effect of your Cmity Tribtion Body seems too great.]


    [However, even if you realize this, there''s nothing you can do; your current strength can''t stop it.]


    [You can only strive to cultivate more diligently before the world is destroyed, to improve as much as possible.]


    [So, you stop overthinking and focus on cultivating even harder.]


    [In the four hundredth year, you finally reach the level of a fifth-grade Immortal Formation Master.]


    [In the four hundred and thirtieth year, while teaching you, Bai Moyu''s expression suddenly changes.]


    [Then, his entire aura turns murderous.]


    [He murmurs, "Everyone thinks I''m timid and afraid of trouble, living in hiding, but little do they know I''m just waiting for the right moment!"]


    [His words seem like self-talk, yet also as if spoken for you to hear.]


    [Immediately after, Bai Moyuughs heartily, "The time hase, farewell, Young Friend!"]


    [As soon as he finishes speaking, Bai Moyu disappears from where he stood.]


    [What just happened?]


    [You recall for a moment and instantly understand.]


    [It seems the previous spection was correct.]


    [This year is the same year in one of the simtions when your father and mother fought against those in the Saint realm.]


    [It seems the possibility that the man and woman were your father and mother is now a hundred percent.]


    [And this Bai Moyu was also a piece they left behind.]


    [Now that the full-scale battle has begun, Bai Moyu should also be going to join the fight.]


    [However, you can''t get involved in any of this.]


    [You only think briefly before continuing to cultivate.]


    [In the blink of an eye, several decades pass.]


    [In the five hundredth year, your Formation Dao advances to the level of a sixth-grade Immortal Formation Master!]


    [Wanting to advance further in the Formation Dao, your cultivation level has be a hindrance.]


    [So, you begin to focus all your efforts on improving your cultivation level.]


    [In the blink of an eye, another thirty years pass.]


    [In the five hundred and thirtieth year, you suddenly feel a sense of foreboding.]


    ["Boom!" A loud noise, and the entire Eastern Regions begin to copse.]


    [Inside the Bronze Gate where you are, even with the formations left by Bai Moyu, cracks start to appear.]


    [And at this moment, Little Peach''s aura begins to change again.]


    [Seeing this, you feel reassured.]


    [Since Little Peach can still unleash her power, you should be able to avoid this cmity.]


    [After all, you know that when Little Peach fully unleashes her power, she can almost instantly defeat those in the Saint realm.]


    [But just a few secondster, Little Peach''s aura bes unstable.]


    [Her strength fluctuates, sometimes increasing, sometimes decreasing.]


    [From her eyes, you seem to see urgency.]


    [You are somewhat puzzled.]


    [After thinking carefully, you suspect that perhaps her previous outburst made it more difficult to cross time and space again.]


    [Or perhaps she encountered trouble in another time and space!]


    [But regardless of the reason, your current situation doesn''t seem good.]


    [At this moment, the space within the Bronze Gate where you arepletely copses.]


    [You see the outside world.]


    [At this moment, the outside world is already riddled with holes, with no intactnd in sight.]


    [In the void, you see Bai Moyu and several other Saint realm powerhouses engaged in battle.]


    ["Boom," a Saint-level spell heads towards you.]


    [Death is imminent!]


    [A sense of fatal crisis arises in your heart.]


    [This isn''t a deliberate attack on you, just the aftermath of the battle between those in the Saint realm.]


    [But even so, you can''t withstand it, nor can you dodge it!]


    [Just as the aftermath of the Saint-level spell is about to hit you, Little Peach suddenly appears in front of you.]


    [At this moment, she has only reached the Great Principal Golden Immortal level, not yet advancing to the Saint realm, but she still stands out without hesitation!]


    [She gently pushes you into the void, away from the battlefield of the Saints.]N?v(el)B\\jnn


    [And she herself perishespletely in the aftermath of the Saint battle.]