If his guess was correct, and if the owner of that great tomb was an ancient Qi Refiner, then Zi Ji would be able to enter the realm, emerge unscathed, and begin her cultivation here.
"You lead Lao Huang," Chen Pingping said.
"No matter what happens, do not leave its side."
"Keep walking!"
"This Spiritual Milk Jade is for you..."
"The method of cultivation, I have already told you, do you remember?"
Zi Ji nodded. She had probably guessed Chen Pingping's intentions but was puzzled. Why start cultivating here?
The gazes of countless people were fixed on her, watching her gradually receding figure, until she finally stepped into the realm.
There was no slaughter, only peace.
Chen Pingping smiled.
Everyone was moved.
A great tomb appeared in Zi Ji's vision, and there was a woman like a Fairy, shrouded in rosy light, her true face obscured.
Even as Zi Ji entered, the woman did not turn around; her gaze remained fixated on the great tomb.
There was no tombstone.
