Cheng Yuan naturally couldn't guess that there were so many things behind him, and at this time, he was just concentrating on hunting the sixth-level sea beast on Shengwen Island, and then taking out its fangs to complete his task.

After staying on the island of St. Wen's Island for more than a year, he finally collected the number required by the mission, and then returned to the sect.

During this period, Chu Tianbi would always find something to do from time to time, so that he was overwhelmed and in a hurry.

Coupled with the long-term battle with the sea beasts, he has become more and more experienced in the enemy, and his skills are even better, and he also has the strength to fight in the face of monks of the same level, even monks in the middle stage of the Yudan.

After returning to the sect to recuperate for a while, Cheng Yuan began to take on a new task and go to another place to train.

Danger and opportunity coexist in the cultivation realm, and Cheng Yuan got benefits from it, took over various tasks, and then quietly left.

However, no matter how careful he is, there will always be someone who will quietly follow him, create some trouble for him, and then stand by and do nothing.

From the helplessness at the beginning, to the anger later, and then to the later blindness, Cheng Yuan's state of mind was tempered by them like a pool of clear water, and he was not shocked.

But his heart, in the constant struggle with them, slowly grew, more and more tenacious, more and more sleek, more and more ...... Black belly!

In this way, Cheng Yuan was running around, and a hundred years had passed, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the middle stage of the Yudan, and the task assigned by the sect was finally completely over.

In the past hundred years, Ye Xiaoman has already been in the space, thoroughly studying the formation jade slip left by Gu Yiming.

Of course, most of what Gu Yiming left behind was relevant information about the transformation of the small world, she only needed to understand these thoroughly, she didn't need to be a formation attainment, she must reach a high enough level.

The politics and law have been understood, the materials have been prepared, and everything is ready, Ye Xiaoman did not hesitate to step into the small world again and began to transform it.

Although they have all understood, it is not an overnight thing to lay out such a complex array.

Even if Ye Manman was completely prepared, it took more than forty years to completely deploy the large array.

A brand-new secret realm of Yunqing Sect was finally born in her hands, and even Ye Xiaoman, who had no sorrow or joy in the face of many things, couldn't help but get excited.

This may be the last big thing that can be done for the sect in this realm.

The secret realm has been divided into several areas, and low-level disciples, high-level cultivators, and those ancestors like her, who are in the eyes of everyone, each have their own territory and do not interfere with each other.

After a long period of deliberation, the sect finally made a resolution and promulgated the time, place, and method of selecting disciples for each entry into the secret realm.

And the growth zone of the Immortal Grass was also circled by Ye Xiaoman with a formation, and at the same time solemnly demanded that if the cultivation of the Mahayana period was not reached, no one should approach, and the living area of the Immortal Grass would not be too collected, so as not to collect too much, and in the end, he could only sigh at the Immortal Realm.

At this point, the matter came to an end, and Ye Xiaoman could finally immerse himself in cultivation.

There are no years of cultivation, time is like a gap, more than three hundred years pass in the blink of an eye, Ye Xiaoman finally felt the spiritual power in his body, and began to flow outward irrepressibly, and his body began to flutter.

She knew that the day she had been waiting for was finally coming!