Some people look glamorous on the outside, a great villain who slaughters in all directions, but inside they are tattered, shattered into pieces.

It is like an old car—three of its tires are blown, only two liang of fuel left, the engine is scrap, the whole thing tottering on the verge of collapse; you worry that with one touch he will crack apart with a snap.

With such a wrecked body, after he killed Yu Fenji he still felt it was not enough, and even destroyed the God-Slaying Array.

The God-Slaying Array that had not been destroyed in the previous two thousand-year calamities was actually shattered with a single sword this time. Shu Tiantian guessed it was probably related to Yu Fenji, but even so… to destroy the array required immense power.

How was that any different from a broken-down antique car drag racing with a race car on the main road, and even crashing into countless eighteen-wheel trucks…?

Yet he actually won.

When he collapsed onto her shoulder, his long hair made her cheeks itch. Shu Tiantian could not quite describe what she was feeling, only that she wanted a little to reach out and touch him, and so she really did just that.

Only when Shu Tiantian let out a sigh and lowered her head did she discover that the little black dragon had also fallen into slumber, and blood was seeping once more from the wound that had just healed.

Well then, this time the big pitiful and the little pitiful were both complete, plus a Dragon Bone Sword whose sword spirit had also fallen into dormancy.

At that time, Shu Tiantian could not very well carry a demonic overlord who had just slaughtered in all directions and leave openly and grandly, so she stuffed the person into the Medicine God Bell, picked up the Dragon Bone Sword, tucked the little black dragon against her, and snuck all the way back to Dongwu City.

She had been extremely nervous then, afraid that the Eight Great Sects would discover that Void Abyss Ancestor had been playing tricks and come back for a return strike. Hugging the Dragon Bone Sword, she did not dare loosen her grip the whole way.

Who would have thought that when Shu Tiantian returned to Dongwu City, she found the city empty. The speed at which the Eight Great Sects packed up and fled was comparable to France’s surrender.

They had truly been badly frightened by the enormous commotion of the God-Slaying Array being destroyed. Let alone coming back for a return strike, they did not even dare come back to pick up anything they had dropped.

The grand spectacle of the God-Slaying Array shattering had been seen by countless people. One had to know that it was the last God-Slaying Array; once it was gone, it was truly gone. Who would dare run into a thousand-year ferocious beast released from its cage?

Even the evil cultivators of Dongwu City had shouldered their bundles and fled one after another.

Shu Tiantian was utterly confused. She reached out and randomly grabbed someone on the road to ask what had happened, and obtained the answer—

The general idea was: Void Abyss Ancestor’s seal had been lifted; he was about to begin a great massacre and take the cultivation world as drinking snacks. If they did not run, were they waiting to die?

Shu Tiantian, tucking away the big pitiful: =口=

In just that brief time of questioning, the remaining people in Dongwu City had also vanished without a trace. The place was empty like a ghost city. Shu Tiantian could only swallow the rest of her words back down.

Fewer people was fine too. Safer.

With great ease, she spent some high-grade spirit stones and bought a small medical clinic in Dongwu City as a temporary foothold.

The next day, Shu Tiantian went to find Song Shao to inquire about news.

Cousin had solid character and needed Shu Tiantian’s Jingsha Pill to extend his life, but last time at the auction house Song Shao had been badly frightened by the Ancestor, and then he had gone through the thousand-year calamity. Presumably Song Shao’s attitude might change; before coming, Shu Tiantian had been a little worried.

Who knew that when she found Song Shao, he was taking advantage of the empty city to aggressively engage in land consolidation, monopolizing Dongwu City’s real estate. When he saw Shu Tiantian, not only had his attitude not changed, he had somehow learned that she was carrying a huge sum of money, and very attentively invited her to join him.

Shu Tiantian was moved by his composure in the face of danger and single-minded pursuit of making money, and then refused, stating her purpose for coming—to ask him about the current movements of the Eight Great Sects.

The child had never done a bad thing in two lifetimes; it was her first time being the enemy of the whole world. She felt rather guilty inside. If the Ancestor and she both became wanted criminals, she could at least prepare herself mentally.

Who would have thought that what Song Shao told her made Shu Tiantian fall silent once again.

Because the current situation greatly exceeded Shu Tiantian’s expectations—

Several days had already passed since the thousand-year calamity, yet she and the Ancestor had not become the righteous path’s targets, not become wanted criminals of the Eight Great Sects… Instead, the Eight Great Sects were very afraid that Void Abyss Ancestor would put out warrants for them.

As though Void Abyss Ancestor held a little notebook in his hand, and whoever’s name was written down would be finished the next day.

After the disastrous defeat in the thousand-year calamity, it was a little embarrassing, but the Eight Great Sects were all people of status. The way people of status covered up embarrassment was to hold the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly as usual and pretend nothing had happened.

Of course, the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly had another purpose: they were preparing to huddle together for warmth, to avoid being picked off one by one by Void Abyss Ancestor, lest one man put out warrants for them across the whole world;

And since the people from the Upper Realm had all died, and no news had yet been sent back to their own side for the time being, there would be no major moves for now.

In short, although Void Abyss Ancestor was now a broken big pitiful, his lingering might…

His lingering might dominated the entire Lower Realm.

By the time she drifted back to the small medical clinic on unsteady steps, Shu Tiantian still could not come back to her senses. At that moment she had only one thought—that with this terrifying lingering might, it should not be difficult for the big pitiful and her to muddle along for a thousand years.

The Gouming Sect, hope of continuation!

After discovering that bringing along the great villain meant she was temporarily not in mortal danger, Shu Tiantian completely relaxed.

She began wholeheartedly treating and healing the big pitiful and the little pitiful, and at the same time consolidated the cultivation that had been rising rapidly during this period.

The large hole in the little black dragon, slowly repaired by the Great Creation Pill, had split open again after the thousand-year calamity. That was manageable—refining more Great Creation Pills would solve it; but Void Abyss Ancestor’s damaged soul was much more serious. After thinking it over again and again, Shu Tiantian found that only the Spring of Vitality could cure it.

The Spring of Vitality was a fortunate encounter the female lead Ling Ruoshui stumbled upon by chance on her way to the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly, and it was a powerful remedy for repairing damaged souls.

It was said that the Spring of Vitality could restore souls and allow treasured artifacts to develop spiritual awareness; it was an exceedingly rare supreme treasure.

However, the Spring of Vitality was a rare heavenly treasure with its own spirit. Even Ling Ruoshui in the novel, blessed with immense fortune, had only taken away a single bottle before the spring disappeared on its own. So Shu Tiantian might not encounter it either, but such a treasure could only be met by chance, not sought. Shu Tiantian still decided to try her luck when the time came.

What if? Even one bottle would be good!

But Void Abyss Ancestor was still unconscious at present. Shu Tiantian planned to wait until his condition improved, at least until he regained consciousness, before setting out.

For now, Shu Tiantian used the clumsy method she had once used to repair her own soul, trying to stitch the Ancestor together temporarily. Though patching things up piecemeal treated only the symptoms and not the root, it was still better than doing nothing.

This time, the person, the dragon, and the sword all remained unconscious.

Every day Shu Tiantian stitched up the Ancestor, fed the little black dragon Great Creation Pills, and in the middle remembered to commission a dragon’s nest, going out once. Unfortunately, the shop owner had also packed up and fled, so Shu Tiantian could only pick up the remaining half-finished goods and make it by hand herself.

Shu Tiantian accidentally discovered that perhaps because she had refined a batch of earth-tier pills last time, the Medicine God Cauldron had gradually become transparent. It was no longer black and gleaming, but seemed to be slowly shedding its ugly outer skin, gradually revealing its true form.

And the fluffy artifact spirit she had casually pinned onto her hair had cracks that grew smaller day by day. Shu Tiantian felt that before long, the Medicine God Cauldron would be awakened again.

Shu Tiantian always felt that the Medicine God Cauldron’s artifact spirit was somewhat unusual, but she was not in a hurry. She let everything take its natural course, continuing her daily routine step by step, and did not pay too much additional attention to the Medicine God Cauldron.

Instead, perhaps because she was not staring at it every day, the little fluffball became more and more spirited.

So much so that Shu Tiantian gradually discovered that the little fluffball’s function might not be limited to just being a hairpin.

One day while stitching the Ancestor, Shu Tiantian accidentally embroidered several small flowers along the gaps in his soul. The artifact spirit fluffball suddenly gave off a crisp ringing sound, and Shu Tiantian saw that the little flowers… actually began to grow on their own!

Shu Tiantian blinked, thinking it was her imagination, but accompanied by the tinkling ringing, the little flowers truly grew more and more—

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Ji Wushu’s soul had fallen into slumber within his sea of consciousness.

What could destroy the God-Slaying Array was not spiritual power, but divine power. Unfortunately, the growth of divine power was extremely slow, especially for a god whose faith had been severed and who no longer had worshippers. And once divine power was exhausted, one would fall into slumber. Last time, Ji Wushu had slept for twenty years.

If no one awakened him this time, he might sleep even longer.

His sea of consciousness was a shattered expanse of scorched earth, dried until it cracked, and the black dragon lay asleep upon that scorched land.

But during this period of slumber, suddenly, from within those cracked fissures of parched earth, one little flower after another sprouted up.

The little flowers grew crooked and askew, yet it was as though they could grow on their own, gradually filling in those cracks. At first there were only one or two tiny blossoms, but later they gradually spread into a whole patch.

…

Shu Tiantian observed them curiously for a while and discovered that the little flowers would automatically mend the cracks. Apart from that, there seemed to be no side effects, so she stopped worrying.

She simply treated it as a new function of the artifact spirit.

Shu Tiantian only knew that the artifact spirit made the little flowers grow on their own, but she did not know what kind of impact this had on Ji Wushu’s sea of consciousness.

Seeing that the dragon’s nest was almost finished, that stitching up the Ancestor could not be rushed, and that the little flowers were growing automatically, Shu Tiantian became idle.

During the day she braided the dragon whiskers into plaits; at night she plucked the Ancestor’s hair; occasionally she practiced some self-defense techniques. Life was quite leisurely.

So when Song Shao came looking for her, Shu Tiantian—so bored she had begun thinking of further refining the little flowers on the Ancestor’s soul—agreed immediately.

Song Shao failed to persuade her to join his real estate venture, but he did not lose heart. Before long he brought the medical cultivators from the Song Clan Auction House and asked Shu Tiantian to give them some guidance.

Shu Tiantian greatly enjoyed exchanging medical knowledge with others. Especially since she had been in Void Abyss for quite some time, yet because the medical cultivators were all fierce and grim, she had not managed to secretly learn any true Void Abyss techniques. She had only vaguely heard the names of things like the decapitation life-saving method and the seven-step ascension therapy, but had never learned them!

The medical cultivators of Void Abyss did not disappoint Shu Tiantian either. Through mutual teaching and learning, everyone made great progress.

Shu Tiantian’s path as a medical cultivator could already be seen from that great work of hers back then—the masterpiece that gathered all the world’s fake medicines. It already carried a certain… unorthodox flavor. Now, after exchanging knowledge with the medical cultivators of Void Abyss, it was like attaining enlightenment at Longchang. If before she had been only slightly unorthodox, then with her daily progress, her level had simply advanced by leaps and bounds to that of an unorthodox grandmaster.

So much so that when the Dragon Bone Sword, the first to awaken, scampered along to observe once, it quietly slipped away, only wanting to shake its sleeping master awake:

If this damn dog of a master doesn’t wake up soon, your title as great demonic overlord is going to be stolen by the little medical cultivator!

While Shu Tiantian exchanged knowledge with the medical cultivators of Void Abyss, because they frequently discussed things like how to bury people after poisoning them to death, she suddenly gained a bit of inspiration.

After that day ended, Shu Tiantian went to the only shop in Dongwu City that sold ritual offerings and spent a high price to move all the sacrificial items in the shop back into the small medical clinic.

Among these offerings were paper houses, spirit money, paper figures—everything one could think of. Only the designs… were not very good-looking. Shu Tiantian pondered for a long time and decided to modify them herself.

Three times a day she offered incense and burned offerings, hoping this method would work.

Whether it was the little black dragon or the Ancestor, at least one of them had to wake up, right?

Thus, in Ji Wushu’s sea of consciousness, at first, only the freely growing little flowers kept spreading, soon covering the scorched earth; later, at some unknown time, a luxurious residence appeared—no, it should be called a luxurious grand villa, cut by Shu Tiantian according to the design of the mansion in her dreams.

Then came sunshine beaches, European-style gardens…

At this time, Void Abyss Ancestor had not yet awakened, so he did not know that his territory had already been occupied.

Until this day, Shu Tiantian cut a great many small paper figures and burned an entire thick stack at once. Only, at that time, Shu Tiantian did not know that the paper figures of Void Abyss were rather unorthodox; she even happily made them all in her own likeness.

So when the long-haired young man opened his eyes, he saw more than eighty miniature versions of Shu Tiantian, all staring at him eagerly with round apricot eyes.

Seeing him awake, the little paper figures ran over happily, climbing onto his long hair, the hem of his robes, and even onto his head.

Each one chattered and repeated Shu Tiantian’s incantation once: “Big pitiful, wake up!”

Then after speaking, one by one they lined up obediently and with a smack dove headfirst into the long-haired young man’s palm, turning into thin sheets of paper.

Void Abyss Ancestor: …..