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Meanwhile, on the other side...

Following the path he remembered, the old man in black robes arrived at a desolate and dilapidated ruin.

Despite the erosion of wind and rain, the three large characters "Luoxia Sect" on the dilapidated mountain gate are still faintly discernible.

This place was once an insignificant little immortal sect in the celestial realm. And its founder was the old man in black robes who was standing before these ruins at this moment.

Every time he passed through the area, he couldn't help but turn back to take a look.

He slowly stepped into the mountain gate, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated houses on both sides.

That was the residence of the disciples back then, but now only ruins remain.

Looking at these things, scenes from the past involuntarily surfaced before his eyes: young disciples exchanging magical techniques, laughing and talking noisily, arguing heatedly over a cultivation problem...

He continued walking deeper into the area and came to an empty square.

This was the place where he and several friends, sect elders, regularly held discussions to answer questions for their disciples.

In a daze, he seemed to see again the pairs of eager eyes below the stage, hear the students asking questions, and feel the satisfaction of being a teacher who imparts knowledge and teaches students.

The further he went, the heavier his steps became, and silence weighed on his heart like a cold stone. Before he knew it, two streams of turbid tears had quietly slid down his wrinkled cheeks.

Finally, he entered his former residence. The furnishings inside had long since vanished in the ravages of time and war, leaving nothing behind.

But through his teary eyes, he seemed to see those familiar objects again, and the figures of his Taoist companions and children who had once lived there...

They have been gone for a thousand years, but their voices and smiles remain as vivid as ever.

He slowly sat down on the stone steps in front of the door where he often sat, closed his eyes, and let the tide of memories overwhelm him.

About half an hour later, he raised his hand and vigorously wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white.

"Perhaps... you will all blame me, call me a sinner of the Three Realms..." His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an almost obsessive determination: "But... wait a little longer. I will definitely... bring you back to the mortal world."

He betrayed the Three Realms and plunged into chaos, with only one purpose—to bring back to this world everything that the Luoxia Sect once existed, and those vibrant lives.

When chaos first descended upon the Three Realms, the Luoxia Sect, due to its remote location, was not affected immediately.

However, as the Chaos Beasts spread rampantly, hundreds of Chaos Beasts at the Celestial Immortal level surged towards this inconspicuous little sect like a tidal wave.

Even though he had already cultivated to the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm and fought desperately, he was ultimately powerless to reverse the situation.

The entire sect, elders and disciples, fought a bloody battle, but in the end... only he remained, standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Alone, he struggled and fought for more than half a month in his now-ruined home until he was exhausted and on the verge of death.

The Heavenly Court's reinforcements arrived late.

He didn't hold a grudge at the time.

He knew that the heavens were engulfed in war, and the Heavenly Court was exhausted from dealing with the chaos.

After being rescued, he joined the Heavenly Court with a heart full of grief and anger and a thirst for revenge. He fought on the front lines in the most dangerous places for hundreds of years, both to avenge his fellow disciples and to prevent more similar tragedies from happening.

Until one day, he was severely wounded and on the verge of death. Just as his consciousness was fading, a voice resounded directly from the depths of his soul—it was the whisper of chaos.

Chaos told him that it had the power to bring back everything that had passed and to bring back everyone he missed.

At first, he scoffed at it, thinking it was just a trick by the enemy to bewitch people.

However, within his body, Chaos easily created a special little world completely independent of the rules of Heaven.

In that world, his Daoist companions, children, disciples, and fellow disciples whom he missed day and night all came back to life, their voices and smiles just as they had always been.

His resolve wavered.

In the end, Chaos made a promise: as long as you help it disrupt the rules of the Heavenly Dao and destroy the cycle of reincarnation, it can use the power of reversing the rules to truly pull everything it has lost back from nothingness to reality.

For this faint yet incredibly fervent hope, he ultimately surrendered his loyalty and became a traitor despised by the three realms.

sinner?

He no longer cares.

He would be willing to endure eternal damnation if it meant the revival of the Luoxia Sect.

Another mountain forest.

After successfully devouring the gray-robed youth and completely imprisoning his soul, Ye Hongli skillfully performed a soul search on him.

She quickly browsed and extracted all of the gray-robed youth's memories, like an open scroll.

These memories provided a great deal of valuable information: the composition of Bishop Hong's forces, their methods of communication, and a detailed plan for their sabotage operation in Lingye City.

As for the tragic past and helpless choices in the gray-robed youth's memory?

Ye Hongli glanced at it and then tossed it aside as if it were trash.

She had seen many similar stories before, including one that had devoured hundreds of Bishop Lü's men. More than half of the traitors had a tragic backstory worthy of being written into a novel.

But Ye Hongli remained unmoved.

She is an extreme egoist and has almost no capacity for empathy.

In her view, tragedy is a normal part of life; it's just that the weight it falls on each person is different.

If tragedy befalls her, her choices are always simple and brutal: either accept her fate or fight back by any means necessary, tearing the perpetrator of the tragedy to shreds.

There is no third way.

After digesting the intelligence, Ye Hongli had a thought and created an avatar that was exactly the same as the gray-robed youth in appearance and aura. She made it wait under the ancient tree, imitating the gray-robed youth's previous posture.

Her true form, however, quickly concealed her presence and quietly departed.

Now that a Chaos Beast with advanced intelligence has appeared, Ye Hongli no longer intends to use her true form to infiltrate the last traitor's stronghold for adventure.

If they are discovered and surrounded, even with the promise of life-saving protection from the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele, the risk is too great.

She never entrusts her safety entirely to others—even if the other party is an ancient being like the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele.

trust?

It's a luxury for her.

Ye Hongli's true form sped through the clouds, communicating with the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele in her mind as she flew away:

"Senior, could you... help me get a few more 'legal' identities?"

"Hmm?" The spirit of the Dharma Source Stele asked with a hint of doubt, "What are you planning to do now?"

"The 'rations' at one outpost aren't enough to feed us," Ye Hongli said with a hint of helplessness. "I plan to send a few clones to the main battlefield to 'hunt for food'."

Her original plan was to devour all the traitor strongholds one by one, using them as resources to quickly increase her strength.

Qin Le's specially made avatar triggered a series of chain reactions, resulting in heavy losses for the traitorous forces and a significant reduction in the amount of food she had anticipated.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

Since the traitors' supply was insufficient, she had no choice but to turn her attention to the inexhaustible public resource—the Chaos Beasts on the battlefield.

Although the individual nutrients may be inferior, the large quantity makes up for it and keeps you full.

"Sure, how many do you want? What strength do you need?" The spirit of the Dharma Source Stele answered crisply.

Creating several legitimate identities for Ye Hongli that could withstand scrutiny was not difficult for her and the Heavenly Court; all it took was a brief communication with the Jade Emperor.

Ye Hongli pondered for a moment: "Five. As for strength... let's set it at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm."

She can currently create three Golden Immortal-level clones with strength comparable to her main body, but she does not intend to send them to the battlefield.

The number of Golden Immortals in the Three Realms is limited, and their backgrounds are clear. If a stranger suddenly appears, it is too easy to arouse suspicion.

However, the Celestial Immortal Perfection is different.

There are a huge number of cultivators at this level in the Heavenly Realm. The appearance of a few unfamiliar faces will not attract any attention at all, which makes it easy for her clone to act discreetly and make a fortune in silence.