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Suddenly, the floodgates of memory opened, and the past surged in like a tide, slowly merging with this life, becoming one with it.

One is the somewhat dull, routine of going to school until time travel; the other is a spectacular and dazzling entry into an extraordinary world.

But whether it's the former or the latter, it's still just an ordinary life.

Birth, aging, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness—even the rich and noble, heroes and great men, their lives are but a mere hundred years.

Even for ordinary cultivators, the length of their lives is only a limited continuation. In the end, they cannot escape the day when they will all return to the darkness along with countless others of the same kind.

But after advancing to the level of Yin God/Ghost Immortal, the stream of life completely veered in another direction.

Unlike the Golden Elixir Immortals who live to be 180 years old, the Yin Spirit can theoretically last for nearly a thousand years, even exceeding the scale of most civilizations.

Throughout history, those who reached this level and died either perished in battles or had their humanity worn away by time, their consciousness dissipating into the world. Those who truly died peacefully in their old age were extremely rare.

With this cheat code in hand, he will advance bravely and diligently to the Yang Shen realm, and even the Yuan Shen True Immortal realm. It's only a matter of time, and his lifespan will be immeasurable at that time.

This also means that he will have to witness the world change drastically, and all the familiar things and friends will one day disappear.

The thought of facing this unique experience filled Zhu Mingyao with a special feeling.

Perhaps centuries from now, he will still occasionally reminisce about the brief time he spent as a mortal.

After all, the joy and sorrow of that time, though simple, were pure, and every emotion was like the dew of early spring, crystal clear and without impurities.

In a daze, faces flew past him one after another, drifting away like smoke and gradually disappearing. His heart seemed to be missing piece by piece, becoming numb and empty...

"Snapped--!"

The sharp, sharp pain on his forehead felt like a bucket of icy water being poured over him, instantly pulling him back from his daze of despair.

Lin Xuansheng's smiling face rushed into view, and he said meaningfully, "What's wrong? Are you possessed?"

The words sounded like a question, yet they were full of certainty.

As if he could guess what the young man was thinking, he lightly flicked his sleeve, and a gentle breeze swept by, causing the surrounding flowers to sway and undulate. Petals of various colors reluctantly detached from their mother flower, fluttering down like a dream.

"Flowers bloom and wither, flowers wither and bloom; this is the natural order."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pale pink petal landed on the young man's shoulder, moistened by the morning dew and carrying a faint floral fragrance, like a gentle caress.

With a casual flick of his finger, Lin Xuansheng pointed out that the bare plant buds sprouted, and soon the fragrance returned, turning it into a riot of colors once more.

"Even if spring returns, the flowers will never be the same as before," Zhu Mingyao murmured dejectedly.

"Haha! We'll deal with the future later. The past isn't important, and the future isn't important either. What's important is to seize the present!"

Lin Xuansheng raised his eyebrows, burst into laughter, and patted the young man's shoulder heavily.

He looked up at the sky, gazing at the rolling white clouds.

"So-called spiritual practice and transcendence are the human beings' unwillingness to decay like grass and trees, to break free from the brevity of life, and to seek the miracle of eternity."

In the Taoist tradition, there's a saying that "even the chickens and dogs of a household can ascend to heaven!"

These bold words were truly inspiring, but when he turned around, he saw Zhu Mingyao's strangely twitching facial muscles.

"What have you been watching lately, Sect Leader? Your words have a distinctly Eastern shonen manga vibe to them."

"I only bothered to comfort you because you looked so anxious and indecisive! Do you think no one can see through your little scheme? You think you have a chance to live forever and you can't bear to give up this wonderful world!"

After a burst of energy, Zhu Mingyao regained his spirits and replied with a grin:

"It's because I can't bear to leave you, and there are so many relatives and friends..."

"Hmph, nonsense, you're just reluctant to part with one or more pretty girls, aren't you!" Lin Xuansheng laughed and kicked him.

"Get lost! This old Taoist priest needs to go into seclusion to properly digest what he's gained this time. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary!"

Watching the figure who had covered his head and was running away while chuckling, a hint of reminiscence seemed to flicker in his eyes, before he let out another soft laugh:

"To become an immortal is to turn the impossible into the possible. If you want to hold onto time and the people you care about, then keep going!"

The figure vanished into the distance, leaving him standing alone, gazing intently into the distance.

"You know, if I had made such rapid progress back then, I probably could have helped my father, and he wouldn't have left me, right?"

"Ahem." Zhang Shouzhong, who was wrapped in a thick cotton robe and had gained a lot of weight, turned around with a smile.

"What's gone cannot be retrieved, but what's to come can still be awaited... Isn't that the meaning of inheritance? How could my uncle be so confused?"

"Haha, you're right, you're right." Lin Xuansheng took out a gleaming silver Bagua mirror and examined the two dim, barely visible starlight spots on it.

"Those two demon gods are now on their last legs, and it seems there's no need to continue following up. The federal government has issued a formal note expressing its dissatisfaction with our unauthorized intervention across the border."

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"Why not?"

The man, exuding an aura of competence, said with an incredulous expression.

He waved his arms with barely concealed anger, his oversized suit stretched taut by his muscular build.

"Who cares which country's foreign aid they are, as long as they can help us get rid of these damn monsters!"

"If those guys from Asia aren't wrong, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to put those two evil gods into a deep sleep for at least a hundred years!"

"This is none of your business, sir." No matter how agitated he pleaded, the gray-haired official remained unmoved.

"We've coordinated with the Special Investigations Bureau headquarters, and we'll take over the rest of the work. If you're not satisfied, you can go find that old guy Davis."

Staring intently at Frank's old face, the superhuman combat team from the West Coast branch could only suppress their anger and call the members of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce to leave together.

Watching the other party leave, the old bureaucrat's face was hidden in the shadows. His former slick political charisma had vanished, leaving only a deep chill.

Chapter 502 Gradual Progress

"So you just withdrew like that?"

As the breaths swirled gently, the deep red embers flickered, and the nearly burnt-out cigarette butt trembled unconsciously with each bite. The charred ash fell indifferently into the ashtray, lying alongside its kind that had already piled up into a small mountain.

A bluish haze of smoke drifted through the office, the slightly pungent smell of tar and nicotine filling the space, just as it had for decades before.

The thick smoke was quite pungent, but it was nothing compared to the suffocating cold words coming from behind.

Fine wrinkles crisscrossed, mixed with a knot of anger squeezed between his brows. Davis slumped into the large chair, his gloomy gaze sweeping over his subordinates.

"You're a newbie on your first day with the Special Investigations Bureau? Do I have to teach you how to improvise?" He lowered his eyelids, picked up a pen, and tapped it lightly on the table, his dissatisfaction evident in his words.

Even though he felt a little uneasy under his piercing gaze, the man maintained the composure expected of an elite administrative officer, swallowing hard to moisten his dry throat.

“I’m sorry, Chief, he produced orders from his superiors.” The man’s voice was dry and broken. He paused, then added softly:

"There is also the relevant authorization from the Supreme Council."

"A bunch of... idiots!" Davis squeezed the pen in his hand until it crunched and deformed, as if only in this way could he vent his anger.

Remembering the despicable faces of those guys, the old agent managed to refrain from swearing, relying on his years of cultivated self-control.

Frustrated, he dismissed his subordinates and stared silently at the ceiling.

Although he hadn't received much information before the ambush, he immediately realized the rarity of the opportunity after it happened and tacitly dispatched all available forces to cooperate, all in order to seize the opportunity and expand the victory.

Everyone was well aware of the Federation's upper echelons' apprehension towards the East. But compared to those third-rate politicians whose minds were only on geopolitics, he, as a veteran who had experienced the Cold War, was still able to distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

Competition between nations, in essence, is merely an internal human issue that can be discussed and involved in the exchange of interests.

Faced with a group of former rulers who are trying to regain their dominion over the land, there is no possibility of compromise. This is the ultimate war concerning the continuation of race and civilization, and no one wants to return to the era of divine supremacy.

He was on the verge of completely eliminating the two enemy leaders, but then his incompetent teammates interfered, so how could he not feel resentful?

"Since things have come to this, there's no need to think too much about it." Steam rose gently from the gleaming bone china teacup as Assistant Chris carefully set down the tea tray.

The old lady blinked her light blue eyes, raised her eyebrows easily, and smiled:

"No matter what, the overall situation is ultimately moving in a positive direction." A gleaming little silver spoon dipped into the sugar jar and slowly stirred it.

"Based on the intelligence we have so far, the damage suffered by the Ocean Maiden and the Mirror Queen will not be able to be recovered for at least half a century without external assistance."

With a crisp tapping sound, deep cracks appeared on the two soft candy pieces, as if they would shatter into pieces at any moment.

"And the Serpent Marquis Valak has been defeated and fallen into a deep sleep. The villa in the woods is trying to use [that] to dye His remains. If successful, our ultimate trump card will be freed from the predicament of being unable to move."

The silver spoon pressed down harder, and a sugar cube instantly turned to dust.

"By then, all problems should no longer be problems!"

"Heh, how can the setting sun, about to sink, compare to the glorious, brand-new sunrise?"

The delicate, frosty powder poured refreshingly into the cup. She sipped the sweet flavor carefully and smiled knowingly.

"Therefore, in fact, that little bit of filth cannot overshadow the excellent overall situation."

To be honest, I feel like these consecutive victories have used up all the good luck I've ever had. Maybe after this job, we can finally retire... Didn't you say you wanted to spend the rest of your life on the beaches of Hawaii?

Looking at her lifelong partner, the sophisticated older lady smiled and gracefully raised her teacup in acknowledgment. It was as if she had traveled back in time from decades ago, adding a touch of youthful color to her eyes.

Inspired by the future she described, Davis's expression softened considerably, and he seemed to hear the gentle waves crashing on a summer beach.

"Perhaps you are right." After thinking it over, he shrugged with relief, acknowledging the other person's conclusion, and nonchalantly tilted his head back to drink the tea in one gulp.

"Cough cough..."

A strong bitter taste suddenly filled his mouth, making him gasp and gasp.

The old agent, realizing he'd forgotten to add sugar, scratched his silver hair and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"I'm really nearing retirement age, or perhaps..."

"...I've really used up all the luck I've ever had in my life lately."

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"I simply can't believe how lucky I am?"

White lab coats fluttered in the wind, and leather shoes clapped merrily on the floor.

The sound of stomping echoed as it struck the silver-white metal walls of the passageway.

An unsettlingly feverish expression transformed into a surge of blood and energy, manifesting as intense excitement on the middle-aged man's face.

Trembling, I opened the combination lock. Countless runes shifted and changed, and beams of light swept back and forth like airport security, detecting any possible hidden dangers.