This time, her travels took her not only to the forests but to various cities and provinces across the continent, where she found many rare treasures to prolong her parents' lives.
Mortal lives are fleeting; she must ensure they live well, and spend more years with her, even more, otherwise, what's the point of her existence?
One day, as she was just leaving a city and preparing to return, she was suddenly surrounded by countless cultivators.
The cultivators were all dressed in the magical robes of the Wuji Sect, brandishing spirit swords and attacking her.
Yingbao chuckled and slowly drew out her God Scythe.
Suddenly, an immense pressure fell upon her, immobilizing her.
She wanted to curse, but couldn't open her mouth. Even the God Scythe in her hand struggled forcefully, but, limited by its master's cultivation base, it was also suppressed by this immense pressure.
Yingbao felt as though her spine was being crushed and she lost consciousness as her vision faded to black.