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Hong Yuan’s reputation as a Sword Body continued to spread far and wide.

On this day, the name Bo Qing became well-known among the Human Race and even the Demon Clan.

Although his renown didn’t surpass "Xuan Guangqiao" at the top of the Human Race’s Demon Slaying List, the Great Saints and Quasi-Emperors of the Demon Clan also took the name "Bo Qing" to heart.

「Dragon God Sacred Land.」

「Mysterious Space.」

The Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon, Great Moon Spirit, and Sky-connecting Tower Spirit watched the watery curtain above.

On the watery curtain was the very scene of Hong Yuan pursuing his godfather, the Black Dragon Demon Saint, to kill him.

"The Human Race is truly favored by fortune. They’ve produced a Sword Saint who inherited the true meaning of the Azure Lotus Heaven Lord! It’s just a pity our spies failed to capture the vision manifested in the Great Emperor Dreamland," the Sky-connecting Tower Spirit commented, pouting her cherry lips.

The Great Moon Spirit lowered her gaze, her clear, bright eyes thoughtful, and said in a distant tone, "The Azure Lotus Heaven Lord’s inheritance is indeed impressive. However, compared to ’him,’ what do you think?"

The ’him’ the Great Moon Spirit referred to was none other than Hong Yuan’s Demonic Body, Xuan Guangqiao. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

For various reasons, the Great Moon Spirit always used ’him’ to refer to this entity.

The Great Moon Spirit neither acknowledged Hong Yuan’s Demonic Body as "Xuan Guangqiao" nor as "Han Jiuming."

The Sky-connecting Tower Spirit and the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon naturally understood whom the Great Moon Spirit meant by ’him’.

The Sky-connecting Tower Spirit shook her head, her expression serious. "Bo Qing does possess the ability to challenge those of higher echelons, and his potential is extraordinary. But compared to ’him,’ that would be seeking humiliation. Even Father, in the same realm, couldn’t surpass ’him’."

The Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon smiled but said nothing.

In truth, they all knew the ultimate outcome. This question was merely for reassurance.

His eyes like deep, tranquil pools, the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon thought, An ordinary Heavenly Talent, blessed by a dream’s Creation, might hope to rival an Ancient Emperor. Xuan Guangqiao—no, Great Saint—the Great Dream Emperor, your adversary in this life... just how terrifying will he be?

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「Ji Clan, Colorful Butterfly Garden.」

Flowers bloomed vibrantly, filling the garden with the essence of spring.

Two peerless beauties, one tall and one petite, stood there, their smiles radiant.

The taller was the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint. She moved with delicate grace, her slender wrists visible through light gauze sleeves. Her eyes, like clear spring pools, held a captivating charm, a jade dragon-phoenix hairpin slanted elegantly in her hair. Her fingers were like freshly cut scallions, her lips like crimson Cinnabar; every frown and smile could stir the soul.

The smaller was Hua Menghuang. Nearing fifteen, she had already blossomed into a statuesque beauty.

Perhaps due to the ethereal nature of Dream Tao and the sharpness of Sword Tao, Hua Menghuang possessed a peerless grace, like the Moon Fairy descended to the mortal realm. With skin of ice and bones of jade, she was a beauty beyond compare, her complexion as white and crystalline as ivory.

"Great Master, Second Master is so amazing..." Hua Menghuang’s beautiful eyes rippled, a captivating smile on her face.

"HMPH." The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint arched her delicate brows. Though clearly delighted, she admonished, "Be not arrogant in victory, nor discouraged in defeat. We have only gained an initial advantage in the Battle of Destiny. We absolutely must not become conceited."

"Yes, yes, I know," Hua Menghuang chuckled. "But Second Master is still so impressive. It’s incredible that he managed to obtain the true meaning of a figure like the Azure Lotus Heaven Lord!"

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint lowered her gaze to her Colorful Butterfly Sword. She seemed to recall the "Water Dragon Fire Phoenix" scene on the painted pleasure boat that day, the tips of her ears turning slightly red.

With a sigh, she mused, "It is incredible, yet not entirely beyond comprehension."