He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yun Yi closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The five leaves of the innate seed of enlightenment unfolded quietly in the sea of ​​consciousness—the first leaf signifies literacy, the second understanding principles, the third mastering martial arts, the fourth merging with the Dao, and the fifth returning to oneness.

The veins of the five leaves are connected to each other, weaving a fine net of light that captures all the profound mysteries of the 103,000 scrolls of secret manuals, the underlying structure of the 79 otherworldly cultivation techniques, and all his insights from three lifetimes and 15 years of cultivation.

He passed through the net and continued to sink.

It passed through the sea of ​​consciousness, through the dantian, through that incredibly hard golden core, and sank all the way to the deepest part.

There was no light, no sound, and nothing perceptible in that place.

He has been here many times.

Every time he relearns a skill, every time he breaks through a realm, every time he dissects a technique to its lowest level, he comes here.

This is where it all began.

Yunyi sat in "nothingness" for a long time.

The study door remained closed.

Shen Qingqing knocked on the door once, but no one answered, so she left the food box at the door and left.

Yun Wantong knocked on the door once, but no one answered. He stood at the door for a while, draped a thick coat over the door knocker, and then left quietly.

Qin didn't knock on the door—every evening she would place a bowl of ginseng soup on the stone steps outside the study, and then take the empty bowl away the next morning.

Yunyi drank the ginseng soup. He didn't need to eat, but he always finished it because it was his mother's gift.

On the evening of the ninth day, Yun Yi opened his eyes.

Everything in the study was as usual.

The setting sun shone through the west window, casting the shadows of locust tree branches on the wall, the light spots swaying gently in the breeze.

The tea on the table had long since dried up, and a layer of dark brown tea stains had formed at the bottom of the cup.

The jade slip was still blank, exactly the same as it was before he closed his eyes.

He reached out, picked up the jade slip, and placed it on his forehead.

No words need to be inscribed—because there are no words to describe this road.

He simply left what he had "seen" during those ten days deep within the jade slip in a way that transcended language.

Yun Yi placed the jade slip on the bookshelf, together with the 103,000 volumes of secret manuals collected by Old Jiang.

Then he pushed open the door and went out.

As dusk settled in the courtyard, the roses were in full bloom.

Shen Qingqing sat at the stone table with a pot of tea and two cups in front of her, as if she were waiting for someone.

Hearing the door open, she looked up and saw Yun Yi walking out of the study. She was stunned for a moment, and then something else appeared in her eyes.

"You're different now."

Yunyi sat down opposite her, picked up an empty cup, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"What's different?"

Shen Qingqing tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then shook her head.

I can't quite explain it.

"When you stood there before, I knew you were strong, but that kind of strength was measurable—like a glass full of water, I knew how full it was, and I knew how much the glass could hold."

"Now……"

She paused, as if searching for the right word, "Now that you're sitting in front of me, I can't feel anything."

"It's not about restraint, it's about 'absence'."

"It's like an empty cup, but the emptiness isn't real. It's like the water inside the cup and the air outside the cup have become the same thing. I can't tell where the cup is and where the world is."

Yunyi picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The tea was warm; Shen Qingqing must have waited a while after brewing it.

"A true god among men."

He said.

Shen Qingqing's eyebrows twitched.

"Martial arts?"

"A realm beyond terrestrial immortals and gods."

"You call this a true god on earth?"

"Just a random name."

Shen Qingqing silently recited the four words, then finished the tea in her cup and put it down.

"Now that you've broken through, that's perfect."

You should already know about Xu Youlan's matter.

Yun Yi nodded.

The memories transmitted back by the clone included the sound of Xu Youlan playing the zither in the elegant room of Chunfeng Tower, as well as all the details of how she remotely killed three reincarnators within half a month.

"The league has decided to take action against her."

Shen Qingqing said, "Xiao Yanzhi, Helian Rong, plus the other three reincarnators, plus myself, make a total of six people."

"Xiao Yanzhi needs half a month to set up the formation. Helian Rong will confront them head-on, Liu Xier will be responsible for spiritual defense, and the other two are good at ranged restraint and healing and status removal."

Yun Yi nodded after listening.

"The plan is very thorough, but one thing is missing." Shen Qingqing looked into his eyes.

"A card that can cover your losses."

Yun Yi remained silent.

Shen Qingqing didn't rush to continue.

The fragrance of roses grew stronger in the twilight, mixed with the bitter scent of locust leaves, carried by the evening breeze, swirling between the two.

"Xu Youlan's zither music shattered the consciousness of a Nascent Soul cultivator from afar."

Shen Qingqing's voice was not loud, and her speech was not fast, as if she were stating a fact that had been repeatedly confirmed: "Liu Xier's spiritual mastery is at the fifth level, and in terms of spiritual strength alone, it is indeed higher than that of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator at the same level."

"But Xu Youlan only cultivates the immortal path in all one hundred worlds, and no one knows how outrageous her Nascent Soul transformation is."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Xiao Yanzhi's formation is more than enough to trap an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator."

"But Xu Youlan is not."

"Xiao Yanzhi himself said that his formation could only trap her for a quarter of an hour at most."

"Can the six of us kill her within fifteen minutes if we join forces?"

Yunyi put down the teacup, the bottom of which tapped softly on the stone table.

"So you want me to go?"

Shen Qingqing shook her head.

"It's not you, it's your master."

Yun Yi looked at her.

Shen Qingqing did not avoid his gaze. There was no calculation or probing in her eyes, only a very direct honesty.

"If we were to face Xu Youlan, I've calculated that we only have a 70% chance of winning, which is too low."

"So I need someone who can provide a safety net, and that person can only be your mentor."

Yun Yi remained silent for a while.

"If I encounter a situation that I cannot resist, I will call my master."

Shen Qingqing nodded.

Yunyi picked up the teacup, finished the last sip of tea, and put the cup down.

"When do we leave?"

Shen Qingqing's lips curved slightly.

"Xiao Yanzhi needs half a month to set up the formation, and ten days have already passed."

Five days later, in the Great Song Dynasty, at Yan Hui Mountain.

Five days.

Yun Yi repeated the sentence in his mind, then nodded.

"it is good."

Shen Qingqing stood up, patted the petals off her skirt, took two steps, then stopped and turned back.

"By the way, you just said that your martial arts have reached the level of a terrestrial immortal, but I see that your immortality is still at the Golden Core stage."

"Do you need help? I have a few ways to break through, but they're a bit too risky."

Yun Yi shook his head.

"No."