After the detour, Qi Xuansu and Qi Jiaoyao returned to the proper path toward Lingshan, though the road remained difficult. In Qi Xuansu’s eyes, Elder Yao resembled a careless craftsman who had left tools, raw materials, finished goods, half-finished experiments, and scraps scattered everywhere without tidying up. Anyone other than the craftsman herself would inevitably stumble upon entering.0

The Lingshan Paradise was like a workshop. Not only were there battlefield remnants from the great war between the Ancient Witches and the Heavenly Sect, but also various creations left behind by Elder Yao. The closer one got to Lingshan, the more creations appeared, many bearing the early stylistic hallmarks of the creation project, primarily focused on corpse refinement.0

According to Qi Jiaoyao, when she first came here, these creations were still dormant, and one only needed to avoid waking them. But now, things were different. Perhaps due to the collapse of the underground city, Lingshan’s defensive mechanisms...0