As the divine weapon emerged, this place was filled with radiant light, and the divine weapon’s return of nature’s spiritual energy also became abundant, attracting numerous creatures who quickly rushed toward it, hoping to be nourished by the spiritual energy. Some cultivators felt something, pinched their fingers to calculate, and were amazed by the appearance of a treasure.

Having endured the heavenly tribulation, Qin Liuxi, who could no longer be called human, had already become a bloodied figure, but after the thunderclouds dispersed, spiritual energy swirled around her like a small whirlwind, transformed into spirit rain falling on her, filling the spiritual energy within her Dantian, then converting into spiritual liquid, flowing into her limbs.

Her meridians expanded, flesh, bones, and blood vessels were reborn, organs that were shattered reassembled into place, and her heart almost burst. Qin Liuxi trembled as she took out an elixir to swallow, easing the pain, allowing her to relax completely.

The thunder tribulation drawn by the divine weapon was far more powerful than what she had attracted when upgrading through alchemy. The so-called heavenly tribulation was nothing more than that.

The pain was excruciating!

Fortunately, she passed through it.

With the last strand of hair grown out, Qin Liuxi lay back, gasping for air, but when she saw the divine weapon suspended above her head, her bright eyes leaped with excitement.

She took out new clothes from her Qiankun Bag and dressed, raising her hand to catch the divine weapon that had dropped into her hand.

The divine weapon was strikingly black, with golden-red runes shimmering within, a golden light flitting by, transmitting boundless energy from the sword, its divine power intimidating.

This divine weapon was re-forged using the Black Gold Lion Divine Beast. The Suan Ni possessed both divinity and Buddhist nature, already immensely powerful, now reforged into the Changjia Sword using Black Gold Liquid, and tempered with the Red Lotus Karma Fire that could incinerate all sins, carrying an aura of extreme yang and evil spirit. Its sword soul was an exceedingly fierce Resentful Spirit, its artifact soul fierce and bloody after tempering and heavenly tribulation, its power formidable.

Qin Liuxi had imprinted her Soul Consciousness onto it, their minds connected, and now she twirled the sword in her hand, melding seamlessly with the weapon.

Crash.

The divine weapon split the iceberg with a thunderous roar.

Fan Kong suddenly opened his eyes, his face darkened, looking at the person and the sword, the person’s hair covering her still face, her green dress mingled with an air of disdain, imparting a subtle evil aura.

He looked at the iceberg split in two and the creatures scurrying around, his head aching.

"Did it obstruct your view or what, why did you slash it?" Fan Kong silently chanted a Buddhist phrase for the creatures beneath the iceberg.

Qin Liuxi recalled the divine weapon, held it, her eyes sparkling, saying, "I was just testing its power, whether it can slay that old ghost Si Luo."

"What did the Qinglan Temple Master say?"

Qin Liuxi’s smile froze, her high spirits instantly doused like a cold shower.

The Qinglan Temple Master merely stated the divine weapon was useful but hadn’t slain Si Luo; otherwise, she wouldn’t have had a role to play.

Fan Kong observed her deflated demeanor and said, "Calmed down now?"

"You’re really good at pouring cold water." Qin Liuxi muttered listlessly.

"I feared you might get carried away and split the entire Heavenly Mountain, causing calamity for all the creatures here." Fan Kong finished and recited another Buddhist phrase.

Amitabha Buddha, he’d lost his temper, having developed a stronger temperament since returning from the Yufu Temple; he should enter seclusion soon.

Qin Liuxi sheepishly looked at the creatures hiding in the shadows, terrified, and with a flick of her sleeve, she pushed spiritual energy toward them, along with a bit of cultivation Taoism from herself as compensation for their fortune.

Fan Kong noticed she seemed hurt as if he had done wrong and said, "You’re really impressive; you’ve forged a divine weapon—why not name it?"

Qin Liuxi regained interest, brandished the divine weapon, saying, "I almost forgot, what should it be called?"

Fan Kong said, "Its previous form was refined by your Qingping Temple ancestors through soul sacrifice, thus named after them, but you..."

"Liu Xi Sword?" Qin Liuxi shook her head, "There’s no need; refashioned to slay Si Luo, let’s call it Mieluo Sword."

Fan Kong: "..."

As long as you’re happy.

Si Luo might well laugh, with her giving such a tribute.

"Hey, your eyes are healed?" Qin Liuxi noticed the cloth binding Fan Kong’s eyes was gone, those transparent eyes of his, clear as a beryl.

Fan Kong calmly said, "With the completion of the divine weapon, the heavens sent a spirit rain, naturally allowing me to benefit from it, repairing my body."

Moreover, the ginseng pill she had force-fed him earlier had opened his organs; how would he not be healed?

"You see, so giving me the Black Gold Lion paid off, didn’t it?" Qin Liuxi straightened his expression, saying, "Matters here are done; we mustn’t delay; shall we head to Shengjing?"

Fan Kong nodded, inadvertently glancing, his expression changing: "The Emperor Star shifts, Ziwei is unlit. This forebodes great danger."

Ziwei Emperor Star dim, disempowering the Emperor, fearing divine punishment.

Qin Liuxi said, "The national treasury is depleted, there’s warfare in the West, the Far North is frozen, yet the Saint still insists on going to the Holy Altar to worship heaven, squandering efforts on public ceremony, divine punishment would be justified."

"You knew this all along?"

Qin Liuxi nodded, "I’ve been saying we have little time; once chaos comes, more will die, dead souls stranded, with all things desolated, and the Heavenly Dao collapsing, unable to hold him back."

"You..." Fan Kong was somewhat surprised.

"Receiving the heavens’ spiritual energy, not only you; during the heavenly tribulation, I had a sudden insight." Qin Liuxi fiddled with the divine weapon.

During the lightning strikes, in meditative insight, I recalled Si Luo once said, his ambition to ascend to godhood was not allowed by Heavenly Dao or Buddhist Path. Today, in his eyes, Buddhist and Taoist paths are no longer formidable; only Heavenly Dao remains.

If Heavenly Dao collapses, starting the grand array, with spiritual energy rebirthing, worshiping the heavens with all living creatures as sacrifice, who can stop him?

Thus, chaos must ensue.

And the nation’s fortune intertwined with the Emperor; weak fortune leads to unrest, Emperor Star shifting is quite common.

"Temple Master, with chaos, people suffer—Saint’s heaven worship must be prevented."

Qin Liuxi watched him silently, Fan Kong furrowing his brow, contemplating without speaking.

"Is destiny unavoidable?" Fan Kong spoke after a long pause.

Qin Liuxi replied, "Once fate reaches its limit, reversing destiny bears a high cost, let alone aiding the Emperor against heaven. Monk, compared to shifting national fortune, preserving all living creatures is more crucial. The Emperor can be replaced, but bearing karma heavily drains us, leaving us little to fend off Si Luo. The best I can do is prolong his lifespan slightly, allowing capable people to restore order quickly and revive the land."

Fan Kong clasped his hands, somewhat ashamed, saying, "Amitabha Buddha, it was my attachment."

"Let’s go; we should proceed."

Fan Kong nodded, and as they were about to move, the Void shifted wildly, revealing the aura of a powerful cultivator.

Qin Liuxi squinted, well, someone came drawn by the aroma of treasure?