The Holy Land Secret Realm in the far north, on Qiu Tian Dao.
Deep in the vast barren sea, above an abyss without a bottom, three Abyss Sky Locks, thousands of miles long, confined Qiu Tian Dao.
Ji Qingqing sat in front of a thatched hut, holding a stone and gently etching messy figures on the ground.
Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, not knowing why she had felt somewhat restless these past days.
Her family had judged her, imprisoned her on Qiu Tian Dao, but she wasn't worried about herself, after all, her uncle and aunt looked after her. Aside from being unable to cultivate and only being able to pass the days in tedious boredom, there was nothing uncomfortable.
Life here was tough, but she had followed Li Tian Gang in the military, fighting battles, and had experienced many hard times, to which she had long since adapted.
"Originally, I told him not to come unless he broke the Four Stands Realm, he should listen..."
"After all, he has always prioritized the family..."
