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Clear spring water flowed down the mountains, and the gentle sound of the water echoed through the woods.

In a small building by the river that held many ancient texts, the leader of the Soul Predicting Pathsect opened his eyes and glanced at a jade talisman in his sleeve.

This Message Jade Talisman glowed faintly with a golden color and flickered slightly at that moment.

"The Boundary Breaking Communication Talisman… is there news from the Great World of Jiu Province?"

The leader of the Soul Predicting Pathsect held the jade talisman, and his previously calm expression began to ripple.

The Soul Predicting Path kept to itself and withdrew into a small world, but it did not leave without leaving a few hidden spies.

Just a moment ago, several spies had sent messages, speaking of the strange signs that had appeared in the Great World of Jiu Province…

"Is the time in this small world finally coming to an end?"

The leader of the Soul Predicting Path was filled with joy.

He stood up and transformed into a beam of rainbow light, bursting out from the window of the small building, heading straight up the hill.

At the foot of the hill, there was a small town that was quite lively. Many ordinary people walked there, but they mostly wore robes and had their hair tied up in buns.

"The leader went to see Patriarch Tianshu, is something happening?"

Someone in the town saw the shining rainbow light soaring into the sky and exclaimed happily.

"The Patriarch is not someone we can meet easily, not even the leader can request an audience. Today must be special; are we from the Soul Predicting Path going to return to the human world?"

The people wandering in the town were not ordinary; they were cultivators who had achieved success in the path of immortality.

However, the small world of the Soul Predicting Path was not large enough to accommodate too many cultivators, so only the best were chosen.

Those who can enter the small world are either exceptional disciples or high-level Nascent Soul cultivators.

Not only that, Patriarch Tianshu has ordered these sect cultivators not to practice or use spells; they must work like ordinary people every day to avoid disturbing the small world.

Even the sect leader of the Soul Changing Stage must be careful when using spells.

In the past six months, the incense-dedicated temple has been completely destroyed by the Qiao family members. Although these cultivators are not in the human world, their powers have naturally declined, and their magical energy has dispersed.

Is this troubled life coming to an end today…

…………..

"Don’t be anxious, you don’t need to worry. Let me be the one to hurry," smiled Ancestor Tianshu as he greeted the arriving leader of the Soul Predicting Path sect at the entrance of the mountaintop cave.

The leader of the Soul Predicting Path sect was taken aback; he hadn’t said anything yet and had only just taken out the Message Jade Talisman from his pocket.

"The ancestor is truly insightful; it seems he has already predicted the changes in the Great World of Jiu Province, so I don’t need to say much," the leader of the Soul Predicting Path sect admitted with a sigh.

"The chance to become an immortal has appeared. You are far from overcoming the tribulations to become one, so why are you in such a hurry? Let me go and take a look first," Patriarch Tianshu said with a smile.

The leader of the Soul Predicting Path nodded but asked curiously,

"The Sky Piercing River flows against the current. Is the chance to become an immortal that the ancestor spoke of related to this?"

"Do you want to guess where the Sky Piercing River comes from?" Patriarch Tianshu asked.

"From Tongtian Mountain in the Northwest Prefecture?"

Patriarch Tianshu smiled but did not say anything.

Usually, he was not known for having a good temper, but at this moment, seeing the chance to become an immortal finally appear, a long-held wish that he had waited many years for was about to come true, and he no longer needed to suffer in this Cave Heaven Small World.

Naturally, he felt very happy.

"Not just me; the other ancestors of the Immortal Gate at the Tao Achieving Stage and Mahayana Stage will likely be moved by this as well," Patriarch Tianshu said.

"I just noticed it before they did, but those who can reach the Tao Achieving Stage or higher are certainly not easy to deal with. Even if I keep it a secret, they will eventually notice something."

"So this time…" Patriarch Tianshu said in a deep voice:

"For those like me, who have been waiting in the small world since the great change of the world and the decline of spiritual energy, they will surely rush out to seize this opportunity to become an immortal."

"After countless ages, there is finally such an opportunity. Who would want to miss it…"

Patriarch Tianshu stood up straight, and under the gaze of the leader of the Soul Predicting Path Sect, he quickly flew away.

The opportunity to become an immortal has arrived. After waiting for who knows how many years to reach this day, he would not allow himself to be slow and miss this chance.

………………………….

"Old thief Qingzhuo, do you think you can escape?"

Elder Qingzhuo transformed into a rainbow light and fled, but while he was in the air, he heard a thunderous shout that sounded like thunder, causing his head to buzz.

His mind turned into mush, and his magical power slowed down, almost causing him to fall from the sky.

Immediately, the True strength beneath Founding Emperor Yan’s feet turned into a cloud, and his punch broke through the air.

With one punch, he sent Qingzhuo crashing to the ground, then stepped on his chest.

"The Emperor of Great Yan…" Elder Qingzhuo’s face turned pale.

Patriarch Lingyuan died, and the cultivators of Great Dao Sect had no reason to wait for death; at that moment, they all scattered and ran away.

Even if Qiao Mu did not take action.

The martial artists in this place were still many, and at this moment, they all stepped forward to block him, determined not to let the Great Dao Sect cultivator escape again.

Elder Qingzhuo was now restrained by Founding Emperor Yan, and he could barely lift his head to see countless cultivators’ lights falling from the sky, his heart sinking once again to the bottom.

Elder Qingzhuo had escaped death many times, but this time he feared he was truly going to die here….

He was feeling hopeless.

Suddenly, he saw the clouds in the sky turning into a thick whirlpool again, and from it, a figure in a robe stepped out amidst the roaring wind.

This person was different from Lingyuan.

This man looked older, his hair already white with age, appearing very steady, yet his presence was as strong as a deep valley and tall mountain.

"It’s Patriarch Lingxu! He’s still alive and has come!"

Although Founding Emperor Yan stood over him, Elder Qingzhuo felt a spark of hope for life.

Like Patriarch Lingyuan, Patriarch Lingxu’s portrait was also hung on the peak of the sect, where all the elders and the sect leader came to pay their respects. Elder Qingzhuo would surely know this.

"Our Great Dao Sect still has its foundation and strength, ah…"

Elder Qingzhuo’s hair was a mess, but he was still struggling fiercely under Founding Emperor Yan’s feet.

It was not just him; the other cultivators of the Great Dao Sect also recognized the visitor one after another.

"Patriarch Lingxu, if I remember correctly, he had already reached the Mahayana Stage before the great change in the world!"

"Even in the ancient human realm, where spiritual energy is rich, beings at the Mahayana Stage are the strongest."

"To advance further, one must undergo the trial of becoming an immortal, overcome the tribulation, and achieve True Immortal status."

"Ha, the Qiao family has other elders; our Great Dao Sect also has a second ancestor! And he is a Mahayana Stage ancestor, a supreme being in ancient times!"

The cultivators of the Great Dao Sect, who had just felt despair, now sensed relief and regained hope.

In the rise and fall, they were nearly driven mad; some were desperately calling for help, while others shouted loudly at Qiao Mu and the other martial artists.

However, they did not notice…

Patriarch Lingxu, who stepped out of the Cave Heaven Small World, merely glanced at the remains of Patriarch Lingyuan before looking up at the strange sight of chains crossing the sky.

"It is time." He sighed with satisfaction.

Just as Qiao Mu got up and tried to chase after him.

In an instant, he transformed into a beam of rainbow light, disappearing into the thick clouds, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Every moment a Mahayana cultivator stays in the mortal world, their power fades away, and if they stay too long, there is a risk of losing their level of mastery.

Now that he finally found the chance to become an immortal, how could he let it slip away?

As for staying here to save the Great Dao Sect’s legacy and to defeat the Qiao family members… he never even thought about that.

With the chance to become an immortal so close, everything else is just fleeting clouds; if he stayed too long in the mortal world and his skills became weaker, that would be the greatest regret.

Therefore, for Patriarch Lingxu, even the slightest hesitation at this moment would be a disrespect to the path of immortality.

"He went in the northwestern direction, and his escape light was incredibly fast."

Qiao Mu frowned.

He didn’t actually think the other person was scared of him and had run away without fighting.

First, it wasn’t necessary; staying hidden in a small world was much safer.

Second, the speed of Patriarch Lingxu’s escape was such that even if he used all his strength in Ex-human Transformation, which he had mastered to perfection, he might not be able to catch up.

"Is this the last realm before becoming immortal, the strongest cultivator of the ancient times, when spiritual energy was abundant?"

Qiao Mu’s brows furrowed more and more, and he felt a difficult emotion rising in his heart.

After six thousand years of the Long Life Dream, he focused on the nearing end, which is why he made this final effort.

Little did he know that there was another Mahayana Stage ancestor within the Great Dao Sect.

He looked up at the chain phenomenon that crossed the sky and was still not gone, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

The last chain of the Long Life Lock is covered in cracks, and this strange sight appears not only in dreams but also in the real world….

Clearly, this is something unusual.

Perhaps, when I die next time, the chains will completely break. At that time, Qiao Mu’s Long Life Dream might be extended many times over.

After spending decades in the Long Life Dream, then comes hundreds of years; after hundreds of years comparable to the lifespan of mortal kingdoms, there is a long dream that feels like thousands of years of civilization.

So, what if next time, it is tens of thousands of years?

……

In the distance, at the foot of Great Dao Sect.

Founding Emperor Yan lifted Elder Qingzhuo, who was lying at his feet, back up.

When Patriarch Lingxu turned into a light and disappeared, Elder Qingzhuo knew the situation was lost and had no chance to resist anymore, feeling utterly hopeless.

The Founding Emperor Yan held Elder Qingzhuo by the neck and couldn’t help but glance into the distance.

Looking east from the foot of the Great Dao Sect’s mountain, one could still see the land of Zhong Province, which appeared like a scar, a patch of yellow sand called the Hundred-mile Desert.

The Hundred-mile Desert was created by the Inhuman War forty years ago, which led to the terrible Inhuman Disaster caused by Great Dao Sect’s Qingzhuo and Elder Qingyi.

Elder Qingyi had already died in the Daoist temple of Zhong Province Imperial Capital, killed by Qiao Mu’s own hand.

And Qingzhuo…

"Qingzhuo, where is your ancestor this time?"

The Founding Emperor Yan raised his sword and brought it down, beheading Elder Qingzhuo.

Behind him, the sound of shouting and fighting echoed, as many Great Dao Sect cultivators fell to the swords of martial artists.

Qiao Mu didn’t interfere much; he only occasionally threw a punch in the air, striking down the escaping Nascent Soul Elder.

From this moment on.

The last Immortal Gate Great Dao Sect in the world has also perished. He has done everything he could do.

But now, in his heart, huge doubts have arisen.

"What exactly is the Long Life Lock? Why do the chains in my dreams appear in the real world?"

"The Patriarch Lingxu of the Great Dao Sect quickly fled towards the northwest. There must be a reason for it. What is drawing him away, so much that the destruction of his sect does not make him hesitate at all?"

"Could this… be connected to the Long Life Lock appearance in the sky?"

Qiao Mu walked through the ruins of the Great Dao Sect. If there was anything left on his mind, it was only to unravel these doubts.

The essence of the Long Life Lock is tied to Qiao Mu’s life and death and the length of the Long Life Dream.

In the coming days, he only wanted to understand these tangled mysteries.

Qiao Mu stood still in the ruins of the Great Dao Sect, looking a bit lonely.

At that moment, a tingling sensation came from the cut where his hand had been.

Patriarch Lingyuan’s Grey Frost Divine Blade was indeed extraordinary; even though it had lost some power, the grey frost mist spread uncontrollably.

The cut from his half-removed arm showed no blood but was already turning a grayish-white, like rotten wood.

Just when Qiao Mu was lost in thought, a fat cat had somehow crawled into his arms, licking the wound on his arm with its rough yet warm tongue.

"Don’t lick everywhere, little fatty."

Qiao Mu grabbed the scruff of the fat cat’s neck but was soon taken aback.

Because he had just felt the sensation from the cut of his arm.

As the grey frost mist entered his flesh, Qiao Mu naturally lost feeling in his palm and couldn’t control his energy to help the wound begin to heal.

But just now, he felt a rough sensation like sandpaper scraping against his skin, along with a faint pain awakening.

Looking down carefully, he saw a gray mist that could drain the life from his body, forcing him to lose an arm to survive. At this moment, as the fat cat kept licking, the mist slowly faded away, restoring the bright red color of his blood.

Not only was there a change in appearance, but his senses were also returning. Qiao Mu focused his thoughts and used his Shape Changing Skill to control his body, and then he saw the blood from his severed arm stop flowing, with tiny flesh buds beginning to emerge.

"Is the gray mist from the Grey Frost Divine Blade considered a type of dead energy? Is this part of this fat pig’s diet?"

Qiao Mu watched as the fat cat finished licking the wound on his arm, its eyes gradually becoming dreamy as if it still wanted more.

Then, it even picked up Qiao Mu’s severed hand holding the Grey Frost Divine Blade and licked every inch of it, inside and out.

The Grey Frost Divine Blade, which could kill Qiao Shuangtu, had its gray mist spreading out and swirling into the fat cat’s round belly like a long whale sipping water.

The fat cat’s appearance began to change; its fur gradually transformed into various shades of gray, as if it had been dyed in stylish "grandma gray."

The mist on the Grey Frost Divine Blade gradually receded, revealing the originally sharp blade and body…

But soon a painful creaking sound echoed again. This fat cat seemed to have swallowed its head and even gulped down the Grey Frost Divine Blade, which had lost its gray mist. It bit it into pieces and curled up in its mouth.

"Everything has its own fate; I should have known to use you, fat pig, to block the knife."

Qiao Mu poked the fat cat’s back with his finger, and suddenly the fat cat’s round body twitched and shook. Its eyes became dreamy and it fainted, its tongue hanging out, looking as if it had passed out from being overwhelmed.

Looking again at the severed hand that Qiao Mu had cut off himself, although it had shrunk as much as a dead branch, it now had a hint of color.

Qiao Mu thought for a moment and placed the severed hand back at the end of his arm. Soon, the flesh at the wound began to grow rapidly and reconnected.

The shrunken hand gradually healed, and the cracked bones started to mend little by little.

"This actually saved me a hundred years." Qiao Mu picked up the fat cat from the ground and held it close.

Though it was already unconscious, its soft and warm fur still brought an inexplicable sense of comfort, and his chaotic thoughts began to settle a bit.

…………………………

Bei Province, Qingxuan Road, desolate mountains.

This place used to be the famous location of the Qingxuan Road sect in Jiu Province, but it has been abandoned for more than six months.

This area has turned into ruins, long covered by thick white snow, with no one around and no one daring to come close.

Yet today, there walks a person with a face like a jade crown.

It is Ancestor Qingmu, the Supreme Elder of Qingxuan Road, who has just stepped out from the small world.

"The Qiao family member is indeed quick and decisive, leaving no path for the successors of Qingxuan Road."

Ancestor Qingmu wandered silently in this ruin for a moment, calculating with his hands, and then gazed toward the west.

"It’s a pity that I am still here."

Ancestor Qingmu’s eyes sparkled like bright stars as he transformed into a shooting rainbow, flying westward.

Qingxuan Road is the first Immortal Gate that produces the Incense Symbol of Divine Fire.

If we dig deeper, the first immortal position that appeared in Jiu Province is actually "Immortal Qingmu," the "Taoist Lord of Qingmu."

He is truly the source of the Incense Symbol of Divine Fire, but six months ago, he just stood by and watched the destruction of his sect.

"As long as I achieve immortality in this lifetime, not only can I rebuild Qingxuan Road, but I could also establish a new Immortal Gate in this world, serving as the founding ancestor; that is also possible."