Tuoba Qingying glared at Zheng Yi, "Moreover, I am a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, just one step away from mid-stage Foundation Establishment. In this vast world, where can I not go?"

The two argued fiercely, neither willing to yield.

In the end, Zheng Yi sighed helplessly and compromised, "Fine, I agree to let you go out."

"Really?"

"Alas... even if I don’t agree, can I really stop you from leaving?"

"It’s good that you know~ If it weren’t for notifying you, I would have left long ago~"

Tuoba Qingying snorted coquettishly; back then, she wanted to go out for experience from the Tuoba Family, and also left home secretly.

No one in the family knew, what could they do?

Now, the only reason she sought out Zheng Yi was that she couldn’t put her mind at ease.

As they spoke, the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Zheng Yi stood up, holding Tuoba Qingying’s delicate hand, "Beloved consort, who knows how long it will be before you return, what should I do if I miss you?"

"Miss me?"

Tuoba Qingying said indifferently, "Your Majesty’s harem is filled with beauties, countless as three thousand, being a bridegroom every night, what am I worth?"

"Though I have a harem of three thousand, my favorite is still you, my beloved consort~"

"Liar!"

"Does my true heart, my beloved consort still not know?"

Speaking, he placed Tuoba Qingying’s delicate hand below.

"You, you... rogue!"

"Beloved consort... today’s farewell, who knows when we shall meet again, how I shall long for you~"

"Ah...!"

Unknowingly, the two fell onto the dragon bed, the curtain gently swayed, red candles flickered, utterly comforting.

After a passionate affair, Zheng Yi embraced Tuoba Qingying and said seriously, "Qingying, though I agree for you to travel, there are three conditions."

Tuoba Qingying, blushing and reminiscing, said, "Your Majesty, please speak~"

"First, you must send a Flying Sword Communication each month, detailing your observations, insights, and current situation;"

"Second, don’t easily trust others, always be vigilant;"

"Third, if you encounter danger, don’t cling to fighting, return to the palace swiftly."

Tuoba Qingying thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

For Tuoba Qingying’s safety, Zheng Yi bestowed numerous treasures.

All these were what he had long prepared for her journey.

"Your Majesty? What is this?"

"These are what I specifically prepared for your journey, Spiritual Artifacts, Talisman Treasures, Elixirs, and some Spirit Stones, for any emergency needs during your travels."

Seeing the storage bag Zheng Yi specially prepared for her, Tuoba Qingying’s eyes reddened, "You prepared all this long ago?"

"Since my beloved consort wanted to go, how could I stop you... but, be careful in everything!"

"Rest assured, Your Majesty!"

Tuoba Qingying solemnly said, "On this journey, I will cherish myself, stay away from danger, and return as soon as possible."

"If so... that’s good!"

Zheng Yi nodded and immediately pulled Tuoba Qingying into his arms again.

"Who knows how long you’ll be gone, let me savor your essence once more~~"

"Ah... Your Majesty!"

For over ten days straight, the two indulged together, almost day and night in bliss.

The Dual Cultivation Technique of the Imperial Physician combined with the Hehuan Sect’s Dual Cultivation Technique made them relish endlessly.

Eventually, even though Tuoba Qingying was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, she found it hard to endure.

In the end, Tuoba Qingying reluctantly climbed off Zheng Yi and quietly left.

Gazing at the departing figure of Tuoba Qingying, Zheng Yi also exhaled deeply.

He wasn’t concerned about Tuoba Qingying’s safety.

With Foundation Establishment cultivation, not to mention in Great Yu, even at Star Island or the entire Profound Cyan Realm, she was absolutely safe.

The world is now settled, and the Great Yu Cultivation Realm, under the sweep of Feng Yunzi, Xu Fengxiong, and others, will eventually come to allegiance.

Now, he finally has time to retreat into cultivation.

And to deal with matters of the Canglan Realm.

After all.

He remembered well that his Power of Time was almost full.

...

In the mountains without the calendar, winter passed unknowingly over the years.

In this quiet cultivation, time seemed unknown.

In the deep secret chamber, silence prevailed.

Zheng Yi sat cross-legged, eyes closed, his expression solemn.

The walls of the chamber, built of special stone, emitted a faint fluctuation of Spiritual Power, able to isolate outside interference.

Zheng Yi slowly adjusted his breath, allowing his state of mind to gradually calm down.

He began to circulate the Spiritual Power within his body, flowing along specific meridian routes.

The Spiritual Power surged within him like a raging river.

With each circulation, his body felt a warm strength, continuously fortifying his meridians and flesh.

As the Spiritual Power circulated, a vortex gradually formed around Zheng Yi.

This vortex constantly absorbed the Spiritual Qi within the chamber, converting it into pure Spiritual Power, which was then injected into Zheng Yi’s body.

Zheng Yi’s body seemed to become a bottomless pit, greedily absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Power.

Beneath these Spiritual Power vortexes were droplets of liquid Magical Power, completely composed of Spiritual Power.

Each droplet of liquid Magical Power contained an abundant amount of pure Spiritual Qi.

Under the nourishment of the Spiritual Power, Zheng Yi’s body gradually grew stronger.

His skin shimmered with a subtle glow, resembling jade.

His aura became more stable, as immovable as a mountain.

Thick, stable breaths slowly emerged from within him.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of divine light glimmered in his gaze, like two sharp swords capable of piercing through anything.

"Mid-stage Foundation Establishment... I wonder how much time has passed."

Zheng Yi said softly.

He cultivated with a focused heart, unaware of the time outside.

Yet, with the qualification of a Water Attribute Celestial Spirit Root, he was confident that not much time had passed.

The bottleneck at the middle-stage Qi Cultivation flowed by smoothly, with no obstruction.

Next, Zheng Yi began to sacrifice the Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting.

He took out the Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting from his Storage Ring, which radiated mysterious light and was marked with various strange patterns.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and infused his Spiritual Power into the Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting. The Spiritual Power seeped into the painting like fine threads.

As the Spiritual Power entered, the Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting began to change. The patterns on it seemed to come alive, constantly flashing with light.

Zheng Yi attentively sensed the transformation of the Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting, continuously adjusting his Spiritual Power output.

He knew that sacrificing a Magical Treasure required patience and care, without any negligence. Only by perfectly merging his Spiritual Power with the Magical Treasure could he unleash its maximum power.

The Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting’s grade was unknown, yet it could be activated by someone at the Foundation Establishment stage, so it likely wasn’t just a Magical Treasure.

It was probably a Spiritual Artifact.

As the Spiritual Power was infused, the restrictions in the Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting were rapidly unraveled.

And his control over the Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting became increasingly adept.

During this process of sacrifice, time slipped away like water.

After an unknown period, Zheng Yi brought out the Thunderfire Sword.

The Thunderfire Sword’s blade flickered with blue lightning and red flames, exuding a powerful aura.

He began to use his Spiritual Power to unleash the Thunderfire Sword’s power.

Injecting Spiritual Power into the Thunderfire Sword, the lightning and flames on the blade became more intense.

The blue lightning danced like a Flood Dragon around the sword; the red flames blazed like a Phoenix on the blade.

Zheng Yi wielded the Thunderfire Sword, displaying a set of swordsmanship within the chamber.

The swordsmanship was extremely fierce, with sword momentum like thunder and fire, intimidating all who witnessed it.

With each swing of the Thunderfire Sword, he could release mighty powers of lightning and fire, seemingly capable of destroying everything.

In the process of sacrificing the Thunderfire Sword, Zheng Yi continuously adjusted his swordsmanship and Spiritual Power output, striving to maximize the Thunderfire Sword’s power.

After sacrificing the Thunderfire Sword, Zheng Yi began the blood ritual for the Snake Demon Serpent Egg.

Taking the serpent egg from his storage bag, it emitted a slight Demon Qi, its surface covered with mysterious patterns.

Zheng Yi sliced open his palm, letting his blood drip onto the serpent egg. Once the blood touched the egg, it was immediately absorbed.

With the continuous influx of blood, the serpent egg began to change. The patterns on the surface became clearer, and the emitted Demon Qi grew thicker.

He had performed this blood ritual for the Snake Demon Serpent Egg many times, doing it with great skill.

The life aura within the serpent egg grew more apparent and lively.

Perhaps in the next moment, this Snake Demon would hatch.

Then, he would possess a powerful pet!

Time continued to pass, and amid his sacrifice of the egg, Zheng Yi’s Divine Thought suddenly stirred.

From beneath Celestial Longevity Mountain, a strange fluctuation of Spiritual Qi echoed!