Shen Yi, now barely able to ensure his own safety, had reached his limits just by taking care of the nine prefectures.

As for other matters, he couldn't manage much else.

The youth in black robes stood with his hands hanging by his sides in the middle of the long street, closing his eyes to carefully inspect the Dao Fruit and Fruit Position within him, as well as the Immortal Seal within the finger ring.

It seemed that only these items could provide him with a semblance of security.

Just as his spiritual consciousness swept over the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Fruit Position once again, Shen Yi suddenly paused. Initially, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva had left behind a dazzling speck of light that merged into this amber sphere and then disappeared, transforming into the four additional arms on the Arhat Golden Body.

But at this moment, he detected a subtle trace.

Within the amber sphere, Shen Yi found a discordant presence, clearly the very thing that had been forcefully integrated before.

His spiritual consciousness quickly pursued it.

Finally, inside the bead, he located a Golden Thread as fine as a cow's hair.

"That's it!"

Shen Yi abruptly opened his eyes.

Consistent with the breath of Tribulation Power but not exactly the same, it was likely the difference between Fourth Grade and Third Grade.

If he could figure out what this was, his own life might just be saved.

...

In the Great Nan Continent, within a picturesque valley and clear hills.

In front of a crystal-clear pool, a woman in a blue shirt and white skirt crouched down, scooping the icy spring water to casually wash her face.

Logically speaking, those who dare to roam such desolate wilderness are usually hermits with some Cultivation, but this casual behavior seemed to have nothing to do with cultivators.

After all, with just a bit of Boundary, why would one need to use mortal realm's waters to cleanse one's face?

She smoothed her slightly damp hair, revealing an exquisite and indescribable face; her moist eyes looked around with a hint of novelty, curious but without continuing to move, as if waiting for something.

Soon, a Jin Guang suddenly descended from the sky, such thick Immortal Power was unmistakably the aura of the Celestial Court.

The visitor clad in exquisite Armor held a distinguished status, having stepped beyond the ranks of ordinary Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, he was quite evidently an Immortal General.

However, the very moment he landed, he sheathed his weapon and respectfully bowed to the young lady, with a demeanor more akin to addressing an elder.

"Tian Dong Sister, you have come down the mountain after your seclusion."

"Ah! It's Little Hong Jing."

Tian Dong Fairy unveiled a smile, like a millennium-old green lily suddenly blossoming.

She reached out to pat the back of the head of the Immortal General: "I have been in seclusion for many years, have you grown taller?"

"Um..."

Hong Jing laughed sheepishly: "Sister, I was already a Heavenly Immortal last time you saw me."

Both beings whose Lifespan Years were counted in calamities, yet the counterpart still regarded him with an attitude befitting a child.

"Then why are you still just a Taiyi Immortal?" Tian Dong Fairy blinked, clearly without malice, just simply confused.

"I..." Hong Jing felt a bitter taste in his mouth. What did she mean by 'just a Taiyi Immortal'? Was Fifth Grade so low? Many people can't even reach this Boundary in their lifetimes.

However, facing his Sister, he dared not show the slightest discontent: "Serving in the Immortal Court is busy, thus neglecting Cultivation."

Hong Jing intended to draw attention to his Fifth Grade Immortal Record.

But unexpectedly, Tian Dong Fairy just nodded thoughtfully before advising: "To forge iron, one must be strong themselves. You need to work a bit harder... Anyway, I shouldn't nag right after meeting you."

"Master said there is a calamity rising in the world, and commanded me to descend the mountain to save it. Where lies the disaster?"

"..."

Listening to Tian Dong Sister's words, Hong Jing quietly sighed. This was why he had previously chosen to cling to the outsider Qingluan's thigh, without considering his own Sister.

Until now, she still genuinely believed that the Jade Pond Immortal Sect truly sent her down to save the world.

With such a temperament, she was not as straightforward as that naive Qingluan.

But even the master did not elucidate, and Hong Jing wasn't in a position to say much, casually pointing towards the direction of the Divine Dynasty: "Sister, follow me."

The sect had already arranged the stages in all directions for her.

With the main character taking the stage, it was time to start the play.