Four guardians followed Qi Xinyue, standing vigilantly at her sides.
If it weren’t for the clarity he saw in her eyes, Ding Huan would even suspect that the person in front of him wasn’t Qi Xinyue.
When they had parted, they had agreed that she would wait for Ding Huan to come to her.
Now, there was no surprise in her eyes, no shock, nor any other emotion.
"Ding Huan..." Only after a long while did Qi Xinyue call out.
No longer "husband," nor "Xiao Tu," just Ding Huan.
Ding Huan stared coldly at Qi Xinyue:
"You are not Qi Xinyue. Tell me, what has happened to Xinyue? If you don’t tell me the truth, today I will crush all the ants of the God tribe."
Qi Xinyue remained calm:
"I am merely no longer the Qi Xinyue from before, as my master and my mother are both here waiting for me. I am not just Qi Xinyue; I am also a member of the God tribe."
"You’ve changed your Cultivation Technique?" Ding Huan could see clearly that Qi Xinyue was no longer cultivating the Luo Shijin he had taught her.
"I am a cultivator of the God tribe, so naturally, I cultivate the Cultivation Techniques of the God tribe." Qi Xinyue’s answer was still very calm.
It wasn’t just the lack of joy of a reunion after a long separation; even strangers wouldn’t talk with such a lack of warmth.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman before him, the relationship between him and Qi Xinyue wasn’t one of sworn lifelong commitments, nor was it a love that developed imperceptibly over time.
Instead, it was a soul resonance in a desperate situation, the only companion in a lonely journey.
Throughout the vast and boundless cosmos, where everything was imbued with an icy chill, only they depended on each other to survive.
When cultivation could no longer advance, a deep-seated loneliness and isolation made it impossible for them to dispel.
So they had chosen to become companions, unaware of what the next day or even the next moment might bring.
If they had found the Four-direction Star Land just a little later, they would already be husband and wife, married amidst the vast and boundless starry sky.
Taking a deep breath, Ding Huan asked slowly, "Do you remember what you said before?"
Qi Xinyue replied indifferently, "What I said before? Those were just the words of a naive child. How could they be taken seriously?"
With a flick of his hand, the Separation Spear appeared in Ding Huan’s palm:
"If you don’t hand over Qi Xinyue today, or tell me the truth of the matter, the God tribe ends here."
Killing intent, following Ding Huan’s gesture with the Separation Spear, instantly swept through the space.
Ding Huan was certain that the Qi Xinyue before him was not the Qi Xinyue who called him her husband.
Even if they had become companions in isolation, Qi Xinyue wouldn’t be so emotionless.
He had been with Qi Xinyue for a long time and knew her to be a woman who may seem calm on the outside, but once determined, was incredibly resolute at heart.
Yet there was something eerie about this, the feeling that the body of the Qi Xinyue before him was still the Qi Xinyue he knew.
In his predictions, Qi Xinyue hadn’t been possessed, which added to the strangeness he felt.
"Ding Huan, Xinyue is my daughter. How would I not know if she stands before you?" The beautiful woman who came with Qi Xinyue couldn’t help but step forward.
Ding Huan ignored her, speaking to those behind him: "Wipe out the God tribe, spare none."
Having said this, Ding Huan’s Separation Spear had already lashed out.
"Pfft! Pfft!" Four sprays of blood mist exploded, and the four female guardians around Qi Xinyue were all killed.
Even Qi Xinyue was blasted away by the killing force of Ding Huan’s Separation Spear. He had not intended to kill her; otherwise, she would have been slain just like the female guardians.
Fu Qijian and the others also summoned their Magical Treasures.
"Sect Master Ding, please hold on. I’ll tell you everything," the middle-aged beauty said in panic.
Ding Huan stopped, staring at the middle-aged woman coldly: "You have one more chance."
"Ding Huan, have you no gratitude left for me?" Qi Xinyue finally showed a trace of sorrow.
Ding Huan looked at Qi Xinyue with disdain: "You can’t even play the part well, and you dare to impersonate Xinyue? Pah, trash."
Hearing Ding Huan call her trash, a flash of anger in Qi Xinyue’s eyes quickly flickered out, but she suppressed it quickly.
Qi Xinyue’s mother hurriedly intervened, pleadingly saying to Ding Huan:
"Xinyue has not changed; she is right before you. Xinyue has always been the Holy Daughter of my God tribe. Back then when we were being hunted by the people of the Zhan Shen Continent, we had no choice but to seal away Xinyue’s Primordial Spirit and take her with us..."
Ding Huan’s eyes turned icy, and his killing intent surged.
The woman hastily continued:
"Ding Huan, don’t misunderstand. Xinyue has always been the Holy Daughter of our God tribe. The Holy Daughter of the God tribe needs to undergo seven reincarnations before she can cultivate the tribe’s foremost divine scripture, the Seven-Turned Divine Skill.
It just so happened that during her sixth reincarnation, when my tribe faced calamity, I carried Xinyue as I fled, and we eventually ended up on the Blooming Divine Star.
Without the Divine Mist Pond of the God tribe, the sacred fetus was contaminated, and when Xinyue was born, she inherited an additional Divine Soul..."
At this point, the woman didn’t wish to continue, but catching Ding Huan’s murderous gaze, she had to keep speaking:
"When we could no longer remain on the Zhan Shen Continent, neither I nor Xinyue’s master had the capability to take her with us. We had no choice but to employ a forbidden technique of the God tribe to take away the true Divine Soul of Xinyue’s sixth reincarnation..."
Without needing the woman to continue, Ding Huan already understood.
No wonder Qi Xinyue said that when she emerged from the valley of cultivation, neither her master nor her mother had sought her out.
The Holy Daughter Qi Xinyue, wholeheartedly devoted to cultivation, naturally wouldn’t leave her master and mother’s side.
When it was time for Qi Xinyue’s master and mother to flee, they couldn’t take Qi Xinyue with them, so they could only take away her Six-Life Reincarnation Soul by separation.
The Qi Xinyue left behind was another divine soul.
Originally, Qi Xinyue’s master and mother had intended to let Qi Xinyue fend for herself, but unexpectedly, Ding Huan had brought Qi Xinyue to the Triple Heaven Star Land, back to their side once more.
Thus, they fused the Six-Life Reincarnation Soul back into Qi Xinyue.
Clearly, it was the Six-Life Reincarnation Soul that now dominated, hence its deep aversion to him.
Ding Huan’s gaze fell on this old lady that was Qi Xinyue, his eyes filled with contempt.
This woman really epitomized shamelessness to the utmost.
If it weren’t for his mastery of the Big Calculation Skill, he might have really believed that it was because this woman left the Divine Mist Pond that Qi Xinyue’s soul became split.
In fact, this woman, while carrying the Godly Holy Daughter, couldn’t stand the loneliness and got involved with another man.
This was the real culprit behind Qi Xinyue’s split soul.
"I’m sparing your God race this one time if you take away the Six-Life Reincarnation Soul you’ve fused into her," said Ding Huan sternly to the beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman’s complexion turned pale as she shook her head,
"If it were possible, I would certainly do it instantly. But such a forbidden soul separation and fusion technique can only be performed once. To do it again would mean the complete destruction of Xinyue’s divine soul, leaving her no chance of survival."
Ding Huan clenched his fists, knowing that what the other party said was true.
If possible, he would slay this Holy Daughter a thousand times over, but he could not.
To kill her would be to kill the real Qi Xinyue.
Ding Huan looked at the Holy Daughter Qi Xinyue, who had been swept aside by him, and slowly walked over.
Fear gleamed in the Holy Daughter’s eyes, worried that Ding Huan might kill her.
The cultivation of the Seven-Turned Divine Skill did not mean reincarnation after death, but reincarnation within the course of cultivation.
She had one more reincarnation before she could truly step into the seventh turn of the Seven-Turned Divine Skill.
Once she entered the seventh turn, her future would be as boundless as the starry sea, unhindered by anything.
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Ding Huan came to Qi Xinyue’s front, suddenly raised his hand, and pressed it against her chest.
A drop of pure Heart Blood was drawn out by Ding Huan, then sealed and placed into his Star House.
The clasp of this Star House was woven by Qi Xinyue with an amulet for him. Today, he took a drop of Qi Xinyue’s Heart Blood, which might be useful to him one day.
Seeing that Ding Huan did not kill their Holy Daughter, both Three-eyed Kusen and the beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief.
After taking Qi Xinyue’s Heart Blood, Ding Huan glared at her for several minutes before finally turning his head to Three-eyed Kusen and spoke coldly,
"Provide sufficient compensation, or no one from your God race will leave. Remember, I’m giving you only one chance, and if the compensation fails to satisfy me, I won’t let you compensate a second time, for I’ll take it myself."
Three-eyed Kusen could feel the strong intent to kill emanating from Ding Huan’s core, as if only by eradicating his God race would Ding Huan rest easy.
He suspected that Ding Huan’s demand for compensation was just a pretext.
With even a tiny shortfall, Ding Huan would launch a massacre.
How he had killed nearly all of their Earth Immortals and Immortals without batting an eye was proof enough.
Taking a deep breath, Three-eyed Kusen handed over a small wooden stick the length of a finger that hung around his neck to Ding Huan,
"Sect Master Ding, this represents all the savings of my God race. If you’re still not satisfied, we have no choice but to let you kill us."
Ding Huan grabbed the stick, his Divine Will swiftly breaking its prohibitions.
Feeling his own Prohibition crumble in mere moments under Ding Huan’s touch, Three-eyed Kusen’s heart skipped a beat once more.
As Ding Huan’s Divine Will perceived the contents and the space within the stick, he, too, gasped in astonishment.
In that moment, he could only lament that the poor could never imagine what true wealth was.
Supreme Spirit Veins, superior Spirit Veins, Star Sky Spiritual Veins—all amassed in piles like small mountains.
And regarding the Earth Fire Veins, he saw two, one of which was a supreme Earth Fire Vein.
Ding Huan betrayed no expression, merely pocketed the stick, and while looking at the uneasy Three-eyed Kusen, said,
"Now take all your people and get out of the Triple Heaven Star Land, you have two hours. Any longer and I’ll show no mercy."
"Sect Master Ding, my God race has twenty or thirty thousand people, how can we possibly…"
Three-eyed Kusen found he couldn’t finish his sentence before Ding Huan turned and left.
He knew Ding Huan truly intended to kill all of his God race, or he wouldn’t have used such a pretext.
Ding Huan wasn’t actually looking for a pretext. During his calculations, he surmised that the God race had a way to leave the Triple Heaven Star Land in the shortest time.
Indeed, upon seeing Ding Huan turn to leave, Three-eyed Kusen immediately rushed back to open a sealed Array space with an Array Flag.
When he saw the contents within the space, it wasn’t only Ding Huan who was shocked.
All those around Ding Huan too were astounded by the sight.
Before them appeared a colossal battleship.