(Part 1)

"Jing Zhao, go grab the Taicang Spear. Now, the god weapon has no master. As long as you drop your blood into it, it probably will recognize you as its master."

A white light flashed across Jing Jian's hand as he shouted to Jing Zhao. The long, white sword flew straight towards the kirin but was stopped midair by a long red whip.

With long flaming hair without wind, Feng Ran suddenly appeared in the air and raised her eyebrows, "Jing Jian, your opponent is me."

Jing Jian froze. Seeing the familiar eyes, he sighed. The long sword's light rose sharply, and he went up to greet her.

Feeling the huge immortal power that burst in an instant, Feng Ran's complexion changed, her expression becoming more solemn. Jing Jian's spiritual power was not lower than hers at all, and she even had a feeling that Jing Jian didn't use his entire strength. Feng Ran looked at the gentle young man in front of her with a complex expression, a streak of light flashing across her eyes quickly.

At the same time that Feng Ran appeared, Jing Zhao turned the Yuhua Umbrella in her hand into a ten-foot version and threw it towards Qing Mu. The strong immortal power completely wrapped around Qing Mu and Hou Chi. She turned herself into a stream of light and flew towards the Taicang Spear in the air...Seeing this scene, the kirin that was struggling against Jing Yang roared. The waves of fire tumbling in the air became fiercer, but it was difficult to break the balance that Jing Yang had maintained.

A meter away from the Taicang Spear, a golden halo suddenly appeared around it, firmly blocking Jing Zhao outside.

Qing Mu looked at the suddenly appearing golden halo, his expression freezing. His hand holding Hou Chi stiffened. The golden light gave him a sense of origin.

Jing Zhao's face changed, and she glanced at the chaotic fighting around her. Her eyes fell on the snow-white between Qing Mu's arms, and she bit her lip, her pair of hands forming a complicated symbol.

A loud sound formed from a dragon's ring and a phoenix's call suddenly sounded in the Liaowang Mountain range. The crowd shuddered and hurriedly looked into the air. A streak of a golden dragon and a rainbow phoenix appeared outside the Taicang Spear, heading towards the golden halo.

The spiritual hallucinations of the Heavenly Emperor and Empress! Looking at the slowly shattering golden halo, they felt the powerful pressure, and all the immortals were stunned. They didn't expect Princess Jing Zhao to have the Heavenly Emperor and Empress's spiritual power protection. No wonder she dared to be so unscrupulous.

At the same time, a slow sigh came from the Nine Heavens Heavenly Palace that held a little helplessness. Deeper in, a white-robed woman with closed eyes, who was cultivating, suddenly opened her eyes, and a vast spiritual power quickly went to explore the Three Realms.

"Strange, Zhao'er is not in any danger. Why did she use the protection imprint I prepared for her? What happened in the Three Realms?"

Because of the formation left by True God Bai Jue, the search flashed by the Liaowang Mountain range in an instant without stopping. But outside Liaowang Mountain, in the Three Realms, everyone felt the coercion and power of this majestic spiritual power.

"It seems like I should go out as well..." accompanied with a soft sigh, the white-robed woman slowly closed her eyes.

With a crisp sound, the golden halo was pierced. Jing Zhao approached the Taicang Spear and cut across her fingertip. Blood filled with spiritual power fell straight towards the Taicang Spear...

The kirin watched this scene with a trace of sorrow in his eyes. If he didn't even keep the Taicang Spear, then the imprint that True God Bai Jue left in the world would no longer exist at all. He guarded it for sixty thousand years with a remnant of his soul, but in the end, it still...

There was a nonstop battle going on in the air, and the rich immortal power around them exploded. But Qing Mu didn't have time to take care of everything happening. He looked at the gradually shattering golden light and sorrowful glow of the Taicang Spear encased in the golden light, and suddenly felt a sense of endless sadness and frustration inside.

The far away and lonely ancient gods, the sleeping kirin, the long-lasting Liaowang Mountain Range, and...the mysterious white figure at the top of the sky that pushed the Taicang Spear into the bottom of the mountain...

"Hong Ri, from today on, you will guard the mountain for me and wait for her to return."

It seemed that the real scene suddenly appeared in his mind like a hallucination, chaotic and heavy...it was unbearable loneliness and despair.

A deep sigh sounded as if the ancient sky was slashed open. Qing Mu's closed eyes suddenly opened, a golden mark appearing under his eyes as if it was substantial. A dazzling golden light flowed from him and was even more majestic than the one that filled the Taicang Spear just now. The Yuhua Umbrella shrouded above the two of them was also dispersed by this spiritual power.

The kirin, who was fighting in the air, also suddenly stopped. This aura was...disbelief and surprise flashed across his eyes, and he stopped his attacks and looked toward Qing Mu.

At the same time, the Taicang Spear that was about to be tainted with Jing Zhao's blood also exploded with a majestic aura. The Taicang Spear, which had been still, gave out a cheerful call, turning into a dazzling light that broke through Jing Zhao's shackles, and flew straight towards Qing Mu.

Seeing this spectacle, everyone, who had been fighting, stopped. Even Feng Ran and Jing Jian looked towards Qing Mu with amazement.

Under everyone's eyes, the Taicang Spear that quickly flew away from Jing Zhao spun around Qing Mu a few times, then quickly shrunk. It stayed in front of Qing Mu, and the burning feeling around it slowly disappeared

(Part 2)

As if the spiritual power had a personality and nature, everyone could feel the trembling joy originating from its soul.

A god weapon indeed chooses its master! Looking at the situation, anyone with a discerning eye knew that the Taicang Spear had chosen Qing Mu as its next master.

Everyone looked at Jing Zhao, who was in the air with a yearning face, not knowing what she did wrong, and sighed. The highnesses struggled for half a day, but in the end, their hands were still empty and they obtained nothing.

Qing Mu looked at the Taicang Spear in front of him complicatedly and felt the urgency of its joy. After pondering for a while, he reached out his hand to grab the Taicang Spear–Suddenly, the Taicang Spear's ink-like color fell off inch by inch, and the red body appeared in front of the crowd, the red so intricate that pure energy spurted out from the top. The huge spiritual power enveloped Qing Mu, and the entire mountain range started to vibrate. Even the mountain-protecting formation laid by True God Bai Jue was gradually broken.

Many immortal and demon lords involuntarily bowed to the fiery red light. Everyone was panicking. It was just a ritual to recognize a master, but it could cause such a scary effect.

After choosing its master, the Taicang Spear looked obviously several times stronger than it just was. Without guessing, everyone knew that after the Taicang Spear and Qing Mu's spiritual powers were completely fused together, Qing Mu would probably become an incomparable existence in the world besides the three gods.

Among the stunned people full of admiration, only the kirin looked at Qing Mu when he was wrapped in the red light, with overwhelming surprise and nostalgia in his eyes. Its huge eyes gradually moistened. He looked at the girl in Qing Mu's arms who was not affected by the Taicang Spear's heat at all and seemed to have understood something.

But it's a pity...I can't do anything more for you guys...this is my limit, welcome back, my...

There was a touch of regret in his expression, and the last trace of clarity in the kirin's eyes also slowly dissipated as a faint thread of remaining soul escaping from the kirin's head. It slowly drifted towards Qing Mu, then melted into the Taicang Spear, and the huge body of the kirin also slowly dissipated. The scorching fire at the top of Liaowang Mountain disappeared in an instant.

"Hong Ri..." A deep sigh slowly sounded. The person in the red light slowly opened his eyes, the golden eyes containing sadness and guilt that he himself could hardly detect.

With the disappearance of the kirin's body, the red light that shrouded Qing Mu's body gradually dissipated. He appeared in front of everyone holding Hou Chi, the Taicang Spear held in one hand, quiet and silent. He lowered his head to look at the Taicang Spear in his hand, his expression indistinguishable.

This unexpected situation caused the crowd to look at each other. The god weapon had already chosen its master, so there wasn't much meaning for them to stay here. But even though the protection formation was opened, it would still be difficult for them to leave.

In mid-air, Jing Zhao looked at the Taicang Spear-holding Qing Mu complicatedly. Her expression was somber. She sighed, then flew towards Jing Jian. Only Jing Yang looked towards Qing Mu with a silent expression. He snorted coldly but didn't attack him.

"Congratulations, Lord Qing Mu. As the Taicang Spear has chosen its master, we won't force anything anymore. We shall leave now." Jing Jian arched his hands to Qing Mu and put away the long sword in his hand. Everyone knew that a god weapon wouldn't recognize the next master unless its master fell. Unless they kill Qing Mu, it would be useless to take the Taicang Spear. As for the formation still surrounding the mountains, with the strength of the three of them, breaking the formation shouldn't be a problem.

The young man in the sky was still silent with lowered eyes. Jing Jian froze, then looked at Hou Chi in Qing Mu's arms. Seeing that she was also looking up at Qing Mu with a puzzled face, he stabilized his uneasy heart and glanced at Feng Ran, who was behind Qing Mu, then led Jing Zhao away, preparing to leave.

"Breaking into my place of cultivation, hurting my mountain-protecting magical beast, do you guys really think that you can leave this easily?"

Endless coercion emerged from the young man with a lowered head, his majestic god power completely shattering the surrounding mountain-protection formation. The vast aura spread to every corner of the Three Realms, and even the Nine Heavens Heavenly Palace and the Third Heaven of the Demon Realm could clearly feel it.

Surrender, absolute surrender, unstoppable coercion...The person's anger swept away everyone's minds.

Hearing these incredible words, Jing Jian raised his head and looked at Qing Mu, a thick layer of ridiculousness under his eyes. Even Jing Zhao stopped her footsteps, her figure freezing.

Place of cultivation, the mountain-protecting magical beast...The only person in the Three Realms qualified to say this had already fallen sixty thousand years ago and turned to dust.

Hou Chi looked at Qing Mu, her small hand that was holding his tightening. What was happening? She could feel a familiar and disturbing aura from Qing Mu...the dark pupils in Hou Chi's eyes turned as deep as ink, stained with a little majesty and vastness.

Under the wide robes, where no one could see, the stone bracelets tied on their wrists gave out a faint glow.

In the suffocating silence, the young hanging in the air slowly raised his head, the golden mark in his pupils as ancient as the past. The desolate ancient atmosphere slowly spread, and he raised his eyes to look at Jing Zhao and the other two not far away with a cold and majestic expression.

"How dare you make Hong Ri disappear from the world, wait...for your punishment!"

The indifferent voice resounded through the Liaowang Mountain range. Jing Jian and the other two stared at Qing Mu, who was hanging in the air, in a daze, and felt his overwhelming intent to kill them. A trace of belated fear gradually permeated from the three of them.