What a Big Altar.

After taking a bath, Yi Feng lay down directly.

He slept very comfortably that night.

He dreamed that he had successfully come to the Central Continent and luckily met a blind person from a sect who took him in as a disciple.

After returning to Pingjiang City, he successfully obtained the qualifications to establish a sect and successfully completed the system's tasks, embarking on the path of cultivation since then.

Making love with beautiful women from country-toppling kingdoms who dual cultivated with him...

The sky had just brightened when Yi Feng tidied up and set off.

However, when he opened the door, intending to bid White Piaopiao farewell, he discovered a graceful figure standing quietly there, gazing at the distance without moving...

Seeming to hear the sound, she shifted her eyes over, revealing her exquisite face - it was White Piaopiao.

"Is the young master leaving so soon?" White Piaopiao asked softly.

"Yes, Miss Bai. You're up this early too!" Yi Feng smiled.

But up close, seeing the translucent, crystal-clear dewdrops in White Piaopiao’s hair that looked like crystals, he was surprised and said, "Miss Bai, you haven't slept yet?"

White Piaopiao smiled without explaining, but raised her expectant eyes and asked, "Young Master, you really won't stay a few more days?"

"No, I really have something to do." Yi Feng smiled.

White Piaopiao was silent for a long time and nodded.

"Let me send you off!"

"Okay."

The two walked side by side towards the door.

Along the way, apart from simple greetings, there was not much substantial conversation.

Finally.

Yi Feng stopped and softly thanked, "Thank you, Miss Bai. Please go back. I’ll come to see you next time when I have time."

White Piaopiao pursed her red lips, seeming to want to say something but ultimately did not speak, only nodding.

Yi Feng left.

White Piaopiao watched his back for a long time without moving until Yi Feng disappeared from sight before she returned to the courtyard.

Although the parting was sad, Yi Feng's arrival also fulfilled a wish she had before her awakening.

Not bad either!

At the courtyard gate, Yun Lan and others were waiting for her.

"Guardian Yun Lan, next I will concentrate on cultivating and try to awaken as soon as possible." White Piaopiao said expressionlessly.

After speaking, White Piaopiao sat back by the waterfall and soon entered a silent state.

"You guys come over."

After glancing at White Piaopiao, Yun Lan beckoned.

"Yes."

The subordinates lowered their heads.

"Hurry up and prepare, immediately rearrange the formation."

Yun Lan ordered, "But to avoid the same problem happening again, I will personally preside over the arrangement of the formation this time."

The subordinates' eyes lit up and they quickly said, "Since you are personally presiding over the arrangement, the resulting formation must be foolproof!"

"Of course, otherwise would I let a mere mortal walk in like you idiots?"

Yun Lan snorted heavily and went to prepare the arrangement of the formation as well.

After leaving, Yi Feng headed west all the way.

Because he was in Dongsheng and the Central Continent was just west of him.

At this time.

A thick layer of clouds covered Dongsheng's sky, looking like they were gilded, all golden and shiny.

Most people paid no attention to these gold clouds, but many places in the Immortal River Continent were unable to remain calm.

"It's the calamity of the Witch Demon, the calamity of the Witch Demon has descended!"

"The Immortal River Continent is about to be stormy. Countless old monsters will resurrect and there will be countless awakenings. I didn't expect the calamity of the Witch Demon from the last era to descend again."

"The descent of such a heavenly treasure is bound to trigger a great battle for it!"

"Judging from the momentum of this sign, it should be in Dongsheng!"

Huge waves rolled in the Black Sea.

Surging torrents rolled in the lava.

The icebergs rumbled and cracked layer by layer.

Countless other places also caused extraordinary disturbances.

"Go and bring me back the Calamity of the Witch Demon."

"No matter the cost, the Calamity of the Witch Demon must fall into my hands."

"The Calamity of the Witch Demon must not fall into anyone else's hands. Whoever gets it can seize the advantage. I must seize it."

"Remember, the Calamity of the Witch Demon was once the artifact of the Witch Demon clan in the previous era, enshrined on the altar. Go to Dongsheng, find the altar, and bring it to me from the altar."

At once, countless orders were issued from the dark and countless forces and masters set out simultaneously for Dongsheng from all directions of the Immortal River Continent.

"An earthquake?"

Walking in the mountains, Yi Feng vaguely felt the earth shake.

But it came and went quickly.

Yi Feng was slightly puzzled but did not care further, continuing on his way.

A day passed in the blink of an eye...

Yi Feng was still walking through the woods.

But at this moment, Yi Feng suddenly noticed that the view ahead had opened up.

"What a huge altar!"

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