"Qi'er, won't you listen to me?" Ming Ya tried to stop her.
Chen Buqi shook her head. Ming Ya could only step aside. He knew Chen Buqi's temper; she was obedient when calm, but even immortals couldn't stop her when provoked.
The Chen Family—
An elder with a long white beard, Chen Huai Tian, sat in his grand armchair, reading a bamboo slip. Upon seeing his visitor, he exclaimed with joy, "Qiqi? What brings you to visit your grandpa?"
Chen Buqi forced a fleeting smile, like the setting sun. "Grandpa, I've come to ask for your help."
Chen Huai Tian gently put down the bamboo slip. Seeing her solemn expression, he knew the matter was serious. "What is it?"
Chen Buqi said, "My grandson was murdered. I want you to seek justice for him."
Chen Huai Tian asked, "Who is the culprit? Can't Ming Ya handle it?"
Chen Buqi replied, "If Ming Ya could handle it, I wouldn't be here. It's from Bo Li Pavilion."
Chen Huai Tian's pupils widened. "The Eastern Sea Li Shang Zhen Hai?"
"Yes, Grandpa. You must agree," Chen Buqi said, her expression unwavering and earnest.
Chen Huai Tian stated, "I'm not sure I can..."
"Please," Chen Buqi almost knelt before him.
Chen Huai Tian waved his hand, supporting her. "We're family, what are you doing? I'll be back soon."
Watching Chen Huai Tian's receding back, tears welled up in Chen Buqi's eyes. "I beg you. It's my own inadequacy that forces me to use Grandpa's connections to put pressure on Bo Li Pavilion. This is the only thing Mother can do for you..."
...
Chen Huai Tian, at the peak of the tenth stage of the Divine Luo realm, enlisted the help of his old friends, the Four Heroes of Lan Shan and the Five Proud Ones of Qu Wu, a total of ten people. They went to Bo Li Pavilion, but returned gravely injured...
...
Divine Martial Continent!
Hua Gu Prefecture—
Ming Zhi Tian was teleported here, enduring a passage through immensely distorted spatial turbulence. Had it not been for the divine essence within his powerful physique, he would have been torn to shreds.
He surveyed his surroundings: an oasis with a long river, beautiful scenery, and a resurgence of spiritual energy that was invigorating.
The sky and water merged into one, vast and boundless like the ocean.
Ming Zhi Tian felt as if he were on an immortal mountain, looking down upon nature, gazing at the Milky Way and nine rivers, traveling along a wondrous path unknown, his heart lost in the lake's reflection.
His eyes welled up, but he held back the tears of blood, unwilling to let them fall. He was heartbroken by his own powerlessness and wished he could slap himself. He resented heaven for its injustice, for targeting all his beloved women instead of coming for him directly.
He pondered endlessly but could never have imagined Bo Li Pavilion to be so formidable. With a single individual, they had annihilated the entire Divine Sect. Moreover, even Mo Li Divine Venerable, a former Divine Power user with numerous skills, had perished here.
He finally acknowledged his own weakness. Ming Zhi Tian touched his storage bag; the golden tome 'Shu Jian Lu' was still there, bringing him a sigh of relief.
He encouraged himself, "Fortunately, 'Shu Jian Lu' is still with me. At least I have a chance to turn the tide. Once I am powerful enough to fully unleash the one hundred and three Dragon-grade magic swords, I will have a fighting chance against Bo Li Pavilion."
"To become stronger, I must first understand where I am, whether this place is friend or foe, and how strength is categorized. These are all indispensable factors."
As he was thinking, a stone tripped him. Ming Zhi Tian kicked at it, muttering, "Even you are becoming a stumbling block on my path to success?"
Suddenly, the stone slab cracked, instantly shattering into gravel. Ming Zhi Tian fell with them...