1863 The Horrible Crone Qushan

Crone Qushan went to the ninth celestial river, sat cross-legged at the source of the stream, and thoughtfully pondered aboyut the precept of heaven and earth. A crimson-red glow with a six-winged sacred crow floating inside appeared above her head.

The source of the divine stream was right under a 70-foot-tall massive rock.

Black Phoenix and White Zhuque were sitting by the streamside, one on each side, trying to achieve enlightenment.

Black Phoenix and White Zhuque stopped their cultivation and rose to their feet when Zhang Ruochen and Fairy Tianchu arrived at the ninth celestial river.

"This is Mistress Qushan's place of cultivation. You two had better leave." A smile spread across Black Phoenix's face. 

"All of you really think Nine Carols Star is a sacred place of cultivation?" said Fairy Tianchu.

"No?"

Black Phoenix laid her eyes on Fairy Tianchu, carefully studying her.