On the northernmost ice plains, if spirit treasures like ice lotus could be nurtured, naturally, so could others.

It was just that these kinds of treasures were mostly collected by prestigious families and great sects.

Everything in the world came with gains and losses.

But gains and losses weren't determined by humans, but by Heaven.

The so-called 'humans conquering Heaven' was perhaps about seizing the gains and losses of Heaven and Earth, turning them into one's own increase and decrease.

Ye Chuxiao didn't take the handkerchief, wiping his face with his sleeve instead. "I saw wrong. There's just a lot of dew here."

The girl blankly retracted the handkerchief in her hand. Then, looking around, she found a seemingly decent spot, set out some tools in mid-air, and began to paint.

Ye Chuxiao didn't pay much attention to the girl, turning his face away to continue observing.

Witnessing the lives of others was a different kind of accumulation. Ye Chuxiao didn't know if he would have the time and opportunity to come again after this departure, so he might as well see enough in one go.

Time quietly passed.

The present and the past seemed no different.

But for Ye Chuxiao, he felt as if he had experienced thousands of reincarnations in the passage of time.

Watching the pasts of others and directly gazing at the afterglow of their souls, although he was an onlooker, he often felt empathy.

"Um... have you seen 'Bei Qiuye'?" It was the same girl from before. She came closer again and whispered to Ye Chuxiao.

Ye Chuxiao nodded. "I saw her earlier, a little to the northwest, near that ribbon-like aurora. You can try looking there."

"Oh! Okay! Thank you!"

"I plan to use a total of twelve paintings to collect and organize Bei Qiuye's life."

"She is the first recorded female Sword God. Her 'Thousand Threads Entangling the Lamp Swordplay' was once invincible, but not much has been passed down about her specific past. Even her swordplay has been split into many lesser sword techniques because no one can grasp its true form, losing much of its original quality."

"Because of this, some people think she doesn't deserve the title of Sword God, that she's just been overhyped. I want to use my paintings to present the past of a female Sword God and restore her reputation," the girl said to herself.

Ye Chuxiao listened but didn't reply.

In his opinion, Bei Qiuye's life, although slightly turbulent, was still considered passable.

She lost her parents at a young age but accidentally became a disciple of an expert. She became famous at a young age and was sought after by martial world heroes. She was one of the most famous heroines. At this stage, Bei Qiuye was not much different from ordinary female cultivators from famous families who were beautiful, had some cultivation, but were not particularly profound. She was often the 'fated' confidante of some so-called young heroes, a medal of honor for some so-called martial world heroes.

The real turning point in her fate was at the age of thirty-eight. That year, her husband died in a duel with a Demonic Sect cultivator, and her two sons and a daughter also died tragically due to conspiracies. She drew her sword and left Bishui Mountain, starting to sharpen her sword and fight against the heroes, and this battle lasted for fifty years.

Fifty years later, Bei Qiuye was already a peak Intent Realm expert, and her swordplay was even more superb. At that time, in the martial world, no one could surpass her in terms of swordplay.

It was just a pity that after a hundred years, they had all passed away.

"Thousand Threads Entangling the Silver Lamp, the name sounds beautiful, but her swordplay is not beautiful at all."

"Heaven and earth may have an end, but this regret will last forever. This is the true meaning of her swordplay. Without the endless hatred and resentment entangled like infinite threads, the true power of the Thousand Threads Entangling the Silver Lamp Swordplay cannot be used."

"This is normal. Techniques are ultimately just the carrier of the heart and will. It's just that some grandmasters have broad minds, and the methods they create can carry more people's thoughts," Ye Chuxiao said.

Being in the aurora and seeing so many so-called magnificent lives, Ye Chuxiao was no longer surprised.

Those who seemed to have taken away infinite light in decades were often as small as a grain of sand in the vast river of history.

Sometimes, the length of time and the breadth of space could indeed shatter people's so-called persistence.

"Only by rising above narrow time and not being recorded in such a place can one be a true hero," Ye Chuxiao said with emotion.

The girl listened, seeming to understand, and gave Ye Chuxiao a polite smile before going to find Bei Qiuye on her own.

Watching the other party's departing figure, Ye Chuxiao chuckled, unable to help shaking his head and lamenting his affectation.

"Thinking I am unmoved by the eight winds, but in fact, isn't this self-righteousness a kind of wavering?"

"On the contrary, it is not as good as this girl's clear state of mind!" Ye Chuxiao restrained his mind and adjusted his state before continuing to observe.

Several days passed, and the girl seemed to have made a few paintings, but the expression on her face was not very satisfied.

After saying hello to Ye Chuxiao, she left the aurora land.

From beginning to end, they never exchanged names.

A month after the girl left, Ye Chuxiao had the intention to leave.

Continuing to watch would still have benefits, but not many.

What he needed next was to digest it and knead together the shattered 'self' from what he had seen. Only in this way could he 'see himself' and break through to the Wisdom Realm.

A leaf carrying a young cultivator floated into the aurora.

He was coming for Ye Chuxiao.

"Leaving?" the young man asked Ye Chuxiao.

Ye Chuxiao nodded without replying.

"Fight once before you leave!" The young man casually revealed a pair of swords, a set of flying sword sheaths, a formation plate, and a talisman brush.

Obviously, he was good at these four methods, and how to fight was entirely up to Ye Chuxiao, his opponent, to choose.

"Did you deliberately come to find me?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

The young man was stunned, then shook his head and said, "Not really! It's just a coincidence to meet in this kind of place, and I haven't fought you before. I think we can fight."

This answer stunned Ye Chuxiao, and then he realized that this was the characteristic of the Desolate Battle Realm.

"You don't want to fight?" the young man asked in surprise.

"Fighting is a good thing. Seeing that you should have passed the Transformation Realm, entering the Wisdom Realm from the Transformation Realm requires refining the true self. There is nothing easier than finding the true self in battle!" the young man said with fiery eyes.

Ye Chuxiao said, "Okay!"

Then, he glanced at the weapons and tools that the young man had laid out in front of him: "You can use any means you want. I won't hold back."

The young man smiled and said, "Exactly! Neither will I!"

After saying that, he first took off his twin swords and slashed over like a gust of wind.

The man and the sword completely turned into an arc, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

The long sword pierced into the air, and wisps of sword energy detonated the space, making dull explosions.

A series of sonic booms, earlier than the sword energy, earlier than the sword light, earlier than the long sword itself, were transmitted to Ye Chuxiao.

"Good swordsmanship!" Ye Chuxiao gave a comment.

Such a tone and attitude were inexplicably annoying.

The young man's emotions were provoked, and the sword energy became even more intense.

Ye Chuxiao's body retreated backward plainly, like one wave rising after another. Just as he retreated to a certain extent, his body suddenly rushed forward faster.

Facing the young man's lightning-like sword, Ye Chuxiao's body naturally flew up, and the Yuanyang Saber transformed into a gradually rising curve in mid-air, flying through the air.

At this time, both of them drew arcs, one rising and the other falling.

But they met in this particularly brilliant aurora.

The only onlookers were those remnants of souls that had long since died and only had fragmented memories left, looping here.

The saber and sword faced each other up and down, cold light flashing, and Ye Chuxiao's eyes were as calm as water.

From the force transmitted from the twin swords, he had already figured out some of the young man's details.

He was a Transformation Realm cultivator, but his accumulation was far less profound than his own.

If he intended to overwhelm people with force, then he could end the battle within three moves.

However, sparring with this young man was also a bit interesting, at least it could help Ye Chuxiao familiarize himself with the fighting style and rhythm of this world, so Ye Chuxiao didn't need to immediately break skill with force.

Obviously, the young man also realized that he couldn't compare to Ye Chuxiao in terms of accumulation, but not only did he not retreat, but his fighting spirit became even higher.

Wielding the twin swords, he displayed two different sets of swordplay in coordination.

The two sword techniques interlocked with each other, forming a more complete whole.

"Good fellow, is this the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Swordplay?" Ye Chuxiao thought to himself, but his hands didn't stop. He used the nine styles of the Saber Master at will, especially the Wind and Snow styles, which were like an antelope hanging its horns, without leaving a trace.

Often, a seemingly ordinary saber strike just happened to hit the most critical force-relieving point, forcing the young man to turn back and defend.

The two exchanged dozens of moves. Ye Chuxiao didn't use his full strength, but the young man only used the close combat methods of a martial cultivator.

"My name is 'Guan Ao', people in the martial world call me 'Little Eastern Marquis'," the young man took two steps back and finally introduced himself.

He said that people in the martial world called him Little Eastern Marquis because there was once a Sword Saint Eastern Marquis who was good at using twin swords and was also named Guan.

"Xiao Ye!" Ye Chuxiao's alt account name came out.

Traveling the martial world, using an alt account name, need I say more?

These days, there were so many methods of cursing and casting spells, and Ye Chuxiao couldn't be sure if there was anyone who could directly use a name to cast a spell, so it was good to be cautious.

"Your saber technique is very good. Among the people I've seen, only Lutenfei of the Wave-Breaking Saber has your level," Guan Ao said.

Ye Chuxiao stood in place with his long saber, determining, "He is not as good as me!"

Guan Ao had a sentence he didn't say, that fighting was a kind of cultivation that forced people to be extremely focused.

If Ye Chuxiao had a lot of time to squander, then there would be many other ways and methods for him to break through to the Wisdom Realm, but if time was limited, then the method of using battle to nourish battle, stealing the secrets of heaven, was the most suitable.

Therefore, a proud, war-provoking persona was quite necessary.

At least, once this sentence of his spread, Lutenfei, whom Guan Ao mentioned, would definitely come to find him for a fight.

"If you win against me, I will admit that he is not as good as you!"

"This time, I'm going to change my methods!" Guan Ao said. Although his hands were still holding twin swords, he shook his body, and two energy arms appeared behind him.

These two energy arms, one holding a talisman brush, quickly drew talismans in the air, and the other holding a formation plate, had already begun to set up a formation.

Ye Chuxiao also practiced multiple arts, but at this moment, he didn't think about dealing with it with equally complicated methods.

Instead, he became more 'pure'.

Among the nine styles of the Saber Master, the other moves were temporarily abandoned, and only the 'Snow' style was used to deal with it.

This was the style that Ye Chuxiao had the deepest understanding of, and it was also the saber technique that Ye Chuxiao had refined the most of himself.

When the saber light splashed, in the fragmented snow-colored ice light reflected, Ye Chuxiao saw his own shadow.

The sword energy shattered, the formation and talisman light dissipated. Ye Chuxiao only used one saber, repeatedly cutting, but it made Guan Ao retreat steadily, unable to resist at all.

With the last saber strike, Guan Ao was shaken out of the area covered by the aurora, and his twin swords flew out of his hands, falling into the sky.

"I... I lost!" Guan Ao looked at his hands in disbelief.

Ye Chuxiao said coldly, "Little Eastern Marquis, are you?"

Guan Ao lowered his head dejectedly: "No!"

After saying that, he was ashamed and angry, and drove his magical treasure to transform into a streamer and leave.

"That's it?"

"I haven't finished speaking yet!" Ye Chuxiao said.

"You've completely scraped off his face, what else can he do if he doesn't leave?" A girl's voice sounded from the side.

It was the girl who had come here to paint Bei Qiuye, whom he had met before.

"I was completely out of good intentions."

"He said he wanted to find himself in battle, but he claimed to be the 'Little Eastern Marquis' and was complacent about it. How could he find himself like this?" Ye Chuxiao said.

The girl said, "You won, so you're right."

"By the way! I didn't say hello last time, my name is Wen Tingting, from Wenjia Mountain City."

"Xiao Ye!" Ye Chuxiao said.

"Xiao Ye! I haven't heard of this name... but it will soon become famous in the martial world."

"Guan Ao is a very petty person. He will definitely advertise to the world that you have a natural treasure. Why don't you come with me to Wenjia Mountain City to avoid it?" the girl, Wen Tingting, said.

Ye Chuxiao smiled and said, "Guess why I let him go?"

Hearing this, the girl wrinkled her delicate little nose: "Oh! So that's how it is. You're really cunning, deliberately letting him make you famous and attracting people to challenge you."

"You're right, but I'm also afraid of too much trouble."

"So, Wenjia Mountain City... do I still have a chance to go?" Ye Chuxiao asked the girl.

The girl had been in contact with him for a while, and had already seen the ice lotus under his feet, but afterwards, he had not been attacked.

In any case, it at least showed that the girl was worthy of some trust.

"You want to set up a stage in our Wenjia Mountain City?" the girl asked.

Ye Chuxiao said, "Isn't this also good for you?"

Wen Tingting said, "It seems you planned it all along. Your heart is really dirty. I regret inviting you!"

Ye Chuxiao said, "But words spoken are like water spilled."

"You shouldn't go back on your word, right!"

Wen Tingting said, "Of course not, but the people of my Wenjia Mountain City will also challenge you. You can't refuse."

Ye Chuxiao smiled and said, "I couldn't ask for more!"

The two of them, one in front and one behind, drew two brilliant auroras, cutting through the sky, crossing the towering northern mountains, and passing through the desolate border city, heading straight for the heart of the Central Plains.

As they walked south, the air became warmer and warmer.

And the energy filling the heaven and earth was no longer just a fierce and resolute chill, but began to become diverse and more dense and abundant.

Without such a dense and abundant environment of heaven and earth energy, even if the rules were different, it would be difficult for cultivators to complete the cultivation path that cultivators in other worlds needed hundreds of years to complete in just a few decades.