Burn the Incense for Help! . . .
Cha Eun Xiao remained unaware of the astonishing transformation taking place within Bing-Er, and Bing-Er herself had no inkling of her true identity. In reality, she was the esteemed elder Xuan Bing of the Misty Cloud Palace, a figure who had lived and cultivated for an unknown duration. Her recent serious injuries had caused her to descend to the mortal world, resulting in temporary memory loss. Despite her amnesia, her physical condition remained supreme. Her years of cultivation had elevated her to the pinnacle, granting her an extraordinary physique.
However, her protracted battles had left her with underlying physical impairments and a significant depletion of life essence. Although it appeared as if her life essence had increased over time, it was merely a compensation for prior losses, creating the illusion of growth.
The Creation Agerasia Dan bead, however, had the power to instantly restore all of the life essence she had previously lost, rectifying her body and even healing latent injuries. All adverse effects on her body were eradicated, rendering her in a state of unparalleled strength.
Bing-Er's body was on the verge of fully awakening her memory, but she subconsciously resisted the recall, as she had come to cherish her current life. Nevertheless, her memories would eventually resurface.
The following morning, when Cha Eun Xiao laid eyes on Bing-Er, he was left in awe. He had grown accustomed to being astonished recently, but the sight before him was nothing short of breathtaking. Bing-Er's already stunning beauty had transcended into an even more enchanting and alluring form. Her eyes were pools of clarity, her eyebrows formed elegant crescents, and her figure was like a painting of ethereal beauty. Words could hardly describe the exquisite transformation she had undergone, and her pure charm was now graced with an additional layer of aesthetic appeal.
Cha Eun Xiao was left speechless, and the sight of her was so captivating that she seemed almost surreal. Bing-Er, noticing his fixation, blushed and asked if he was all right. In response, he invited her to his room.
Bing-Er appeared confused as she entered the room, but she soon realized his intentions as he began undressing her. Cha Eun Xiao, eager to examine the extent of her transformation, checked her physique closely, leaving Bing-Er with little time to react.
Amused by his curiosity, Bing-Er quipped, "You're quite persistent, Master."
Far away from their secluded space, within the Sunlight Sect's base, a group of Sky Origin Stage cultivators awaited an important event. As they burned incense in a solemn manner, one of them expressed concern about whether their ancestral masters would send assistance to them.
In their desperate circumstances, two distinct sects found themselves resorting to the same last-ditch effort to stave off the looming threat of Feng Zhiling. Feng's notoriety had grown exponentially, leaving both sects shaken and in disarray. The first group of men, within the confines of one sect, was left with no alternative but to implore their ancestral masters to intervene and dispatch powerful individuals who could confront Feng Zhiling. In the face of their current weakness, attempting to confront him directly would lead to their untimely demise. As one of them voiced their hope that their plea would be heard, another emphasized that this was their sole method of communication with the masters residing in Qing-Yun Realm. It was their only recourse to reach out to the revered ancestral masters who could offer assistance.
Likewise, within another great sect, an identical scenario was unfolding. The Lunisolar Glory group, comprising twenty-eight individuals, had ventured into combat against Feng Zhiling. Half of their number did not survive the encounter and returned to their respective sects to report the harrowing experience. The response within both sects was one of shock and disbelief at the overwhelming might of the Ling-Bao Hall Monarch. Feng Zhiling had proven invulnerable to their combined efforts, even with the might of two great sects arrayed against him. These sects now found themselves confronted by a formidable adversary they were ill-equipped to handle.
Hence, their only recourse was to initiate a solemn ritual of burning incense and prayer. The menacing shadow cast by Feng Zhiling and the array of assassins under his command left them with little choice. The delicate balance of power had shifted dramatically in his favor. Consequently, the two great sects deemed it imperative to implore their ancestral masters to expedite their intervention, in the hope that they could address the rising threat posed by Feng Zhiling.
The sentiments among their members were fraught with trepidation, for they understood the inevitable consequences of retribution from Feng Zhiling. In this precarious standoff, negotiations were no longer viable. With Ling-Bao Hall's Monarch bearing a deep grudge against them, revenge seemed imminent, leaving no room for reconciliation.
These two great sects were living in fear, knowing that their only hope lay in the swift arrival of their powerful forebears, who could counter the impending threat. They clung to the wish that their deliverance would arrive in the next minute, their fervent prayers expressed through burning incense and solemn supplication. They faced a perilous predicament, well aware that Feng Zhiling's arrival would herald their impending doom.
For these sects, the present times were fraught with anxiety, a dark cloud hanging over their existence. The need to act swiftly was imperative, and the prayers served as their final lifeline, a cry for salvation amidst the impending storm.
In the Sunlight Sect, their plea appeared to bear fruit. As the incense smoke wafted and the statue of their Grand Ancestral Master came alight, a small cloth bag materialized with a note inside. The inscription on the note compelled them to respond, leaving the people of Sunlight Sect on the brink of tears as they realized that their entreaty had been heard at last.