Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

"Alright, give me the basic information of your five clones, and I'll have the Jade Emperor register them."

The spirit of the Dharma Source Stele readily agreed, and it quite approved of Ye Hongli's plan to use clones, thinking it was very clever.

As for Ye Hongli's distrust of it?

The spirit of the Fayuan Stele didn't care at all.

When it chose Ye Hongli and guided her onto the path of demonic power, it clearly told her that this was a transaction of mutual exploitation.

It's normal for Ye Hongli not to trust someone who openly wants to exploit her existence.

Ye Hongli quickly transmitted the information of the five fictional identities, including their appearance, names, and general backgrounds, to the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele, and then continued on her way.

The main body needs to get to an absolutely safe and hidden hiding place as soon as possible.

More than half a month later, Ye Hongli arrived at her destination—the ruins of the Holy War.

This is the place where chaos first invaded the Three Realms, and where the sages and the true form of chaos waged an earth-shattering battle.

The protracted and fierce battle turned this place into a desolate wasteland.

The residual power of the Great Dao left by the sages and the corrosive power left by chaos intertwine and clash here, forming an extremely strange and dangerous environment.

Life is cut off, and the Dao is in chaos. For all living beings below the level of a sage, this place is a veritable forbidden zone and a dead end.

However, this was not an insurmountable obstacle for Ye Hongli. Choosing this place to hide was originally the suggestion of the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele, and it naturally had the means to protect her.

Upon reaching the edge of the ruins, Ye Hongli was enveloped in a faint golden halo, the protective power bestowed upon her by the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele.

She cautiously reached out and tentatively touched a wisp of Daoist principles remaining in the air in front of her.

I felt a slight burning sensation at my fingertips, but I wasn't injured.

After confirming that it was safe, she no longer hesitated and stepped into this death zone that even quasi-saints dared not easily set foot in.

Walking through the desolate, lifeless ruins, where terrifying energy fluctuations lingered everywhere, Ye Hongli suddenly stopped and asked herself:

"Senior, can I 'eat' this residual energy?"

Her gaze swept over the sacred principles that sometimes shone in the air and the chaotic currents that sometimes surged.

"You can try to refine and absorb the residual power of chaos." The voice of the spirit of the Law Source Stele resounded directly in her consciousness: "But don't touch the residual power of the Great Dao of the Sage right now, or you will die."

The spirit of the Dharma Source Stele was not surprised at all that Ye Hongli had the idea of ​​devouring everything.

One of the core characteristics of her exclusive cultivation technique is devouring and transformation; she can even forcibly refine the origin of chaos and make it her own.

However, the power of the Great Dao remaining from the battles between these sages was of too high a level and too domineering in nature.

For Ye Hongli to devour something with her current cultivation level would be tantamount to courting death.

If you want to try, you should at least wait until she reaches the Quasi-Saint realm.

"Alright then," Ye Hongli said, not insisting.

Although she did not completely trust the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele, she was also aware that she still had great value to it.

In matters of life and death, the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele had no reason to lie to her—the stronger she was, the more advantageous it would be for the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele.

Continuing deeper into the ruins, Ye Hongli chose a relatively flat area with slightly weaker surrounding energy turbulence.

The golden halo around him spread out, forming a spherical shield about ten miles in diameter, isolating the inside from the outside and creating a relatively stable and safe space.

Then, she took out a simple two-story building from her storage ring and gently placed it on the open ground.

We can't keep meditating in this godforsaken place forever. We need a shelter from the wind and rain, even though it's windless here, a place where we can lie down or sit.

Stepping into the small building, the interior decoration is extremely simple, even spacious.

Besides a huge, incredibly comfortable beanbag chair, the only other thing in the living room is a giant screen that takes up almost the entire wall.

Ye Hongli didn't linger in the living room. She went straight into the bedroom and changed into a loose, soft cotton loungewear set.

Then, she returned to the living room with a black laptop and an external hard drive.

Connecting her laptop to the giant screen on the wall with a data cable, Ye Hongli held the mouse and browsed through the carefully categorized folders on the portable hard drive, eventually selecting a classic science fiction movie.

The celestial realm doesn't have the convenient internet of the mortal world, so she made ample preparations before her ascension, filling dozens of ultra-large capacity external hard drives with movies, TV series, anime, music...

It's precisely to have something relaxing and entertaining during these periods of prolonged seclusion and mental strain.

Click play, and the opening music begins.

Ye Hongli leaned back and sank into the soft beanbag chair, her long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Her signature red eyes were fixed on the screen, and a bag of sunflower seeds had appeared in her hand at some point. She started cracking them open, her posture as languid as a cat sunbathing.

For the past decade, I've been constantly on edge, camouflaging, lurking, hunting, and devouring. I've hardly ever truly relaxed.

Now that his cultivation has stabilized at the Golden Immortal level, and he has an avatar out there foraging for food, while his main body hides in this desolate wasteland that even saints are too lazy to explore, he can finally give himself a proper vacation.

A palm-sized phantom of the Dharma Source Stele emerged from her shoulder. Looking at the flashing images on the screen and Ye Hongli's utterly disheveled state on the sofa, she spoke with a hint of surprise:

"So... you can relax like this too?"

Since it followed Ye Hongli, all it had seen and heard was scheming, killing, devouring and struggling. When had it ever seen her so relaxed, even a bit like a homebody?

Ye Hongli popped a melon seed into her mouth and rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Nonsense, I'm not made of iron, of course I get tired."

Unlike Qin Le and others who had a relatively easy student life in the mortal realm and only recently ascended to heaven, Ye Hongli had walked on thin ice every step of the way during her ten years in the celestial realm.

Disguised as a traitor, he escaped the Heavenly Court's sight, hunted Chaos Beasts to cultivate, managed to infiltrate the traitor's ranks, and carefully dismantled and devoured a stronghold from within...

Not long ago, he encountered a quasi-saint-level intelligent chaotic beast and only survived thanks to the power of the Dharma Source Stele.

Just as they caught their breath, they were chased by a group of intelligent chaotic beasts at the Golden Immortal level.

Even now, he still has to spare some attention to control his clones to infiltrate new strongholds.

She never truly relaxed for a moment.

Even when Qin Le and the others ascended, the atmosphere of the celestial realm they experienced was no longer the high-pressure, despairing environment she had once endured, where she was constantly brushing with death.

After all, that guy created the respawn point system, turning the brutal war into a game where you could reload infinitely.

The celestial warriors of today have a completely different mindset than before. If they can't win, they'll just self-destruct. Trading one for another is always a win, since they'll be heroes again tomorrow.

Ye Hongli never expected that Qin Le could turn the war into this mess.

can only say……

As expected of the toy she chose, it always manages to produce something unexpected.

Meanwhile, outside another frontline city—Luohe City—which is extremely far from the ruins of the Holy War.

A young man dressed in black with a cold expression walked to the city gate and, unsurprisingly, was stopped and questioned by the guards on duty.

"Name," the security guard asked, following procedure.

The boy in black gave a slightly reserved but still polite smile and replied, "Ye Hong. Ye as in leaf, Hong as in flood."

"Okay, just a moment."

The gatekeeper nodded, took out a golden register, and wrote the name Ye Hong on it.

A faint light flashed on the roster, and the corresponding information immediately appeared: a photo that was exactly the same as the boy in front of him, as well as basic records such as the time and place of ascension, everything was correct.

The gatekeeper finished checking and smiled, stepping aside to let people in: "Information confirmed, no problem. Go in. Things haven't been peaceful outside the city lately, be careful."

"Thank you." The young man, who called himself Ye Hong, bowed and thanked him, then walked steadily into Luohe City.

Upon entering the city, he seemingly casually surveyed the bustling yet orderly border town, but in his mind, he had already begun to make plans:

The first thing to do is to find a suitable place to settle down.