"Hmph!"
Ziqing let out a cold snort, cutting off the conversation with Chen Yuan.
Thereafter, the two continued as before, with no further communication, and Ziqing's treatment of Chen Yuan became increasingly colder.
The three of them headed towards the deeper parts of the secret realm, with Ziqing cutting down anything in her path, be it gods or Buddhas, as if she were a deity herself.
The deeper they went, the more abundant the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, spirit grass, and spirit pills became.
Of course, the demon beasts accompanying these treasures also grew stronger.
Every time they encountered a demon beast, Ziqing always took action first.
After all, in her eyes, Chen Yuan was unreliable.
And for Chen Yuan, the journey was a rare respite.
All along the way, with every step he took, he contemplated the various prohibitions and arrays between heaven and earth.
