Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The machine girl delivered the two devices. Lin Mo directly put the mind extractor into his space, held the fist-sized high-dimensional space intrusion device in his hand, and chose to activate it.

A very slight, almost imperceptible ripple swept across his body.

It was as if some invisible field had unfolded a very thin spatial boundary on the outside of his body, isolating him from his current dimensional perception.

At the same time, he felt his body float slightly, as if he were no longer bound by gravity, and there was no downward dragging sensation, as if his whole body was embedded in a spatial interlayer without direction.

He looked down at his hands.

The hand was still there, but he could no longer see it.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, without creating any air disturbance or leaving a shadow.

He lowered the coverage of the device, controlling it to just cover the edge of his entire body, and then, with a thought, disappeared from World One.

They reappeared in the warehouse of the pirate planet.

His body made a distinct contact with the surrounding air the instant he completed the traversal.

"It seems that time travel would temporarily halt the space intrusion device."

Lin Mo stood still, maintaining his invisibility for a while to confirm that there were no other changes, and then traveled through time again, arriving in World Number Three.

The place where I appeared was still the eighteenth level of hell, with gusts of cold wind and howling ghosts all around, but the oppressive atmosphere was much less intense than the last time I came.

The yin energy faded, and the crying became intermittent, as if it had been weakened by some force.

Lin Mo looked around, surrounded by ghostly energy, but he couldn't see the Queen Mother of the West.

Just as Lin Mo was about to search around, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura appear out of thin air, and the figure of the Queen Mother of the West appeared in his field of vision.

She was holding a chubby baby boy who was nursing in her arms. The child's little hands were clutching her clothes, and the features between his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Lin Mo's.

She stopped, looked around, and frowned slightly.

"Strange, I clearly sensed his presence just now, so why can't I feel it now?"

Lin Mo, who was invisible, stood still and looked her over carefully from head to toe.

The holy aura emanating from her had vanished, replaced by a dark, alluring, and oppressive presence that made him, even in the interdimensional space, subconsciously tense up.

The feeling was like standing on the edge of an abyss, making one subconsciously feel tense and fearful.

"Has he become a saint?"

Lin Mo watched as the Queen Mother of the West stood not far away, her gaze still searching around. She hadn't directly pinpointed his location, but it seemed as if she could still sense that Lin Mo was nearby.

She searched for a moment, then reluctantly withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, gently patted the child in her arms, and murmured:

"Your heartless, unfaithful father must be back, but he's too ashamed to see me. He's probably bewitched by that slut Chang'e. Don't end up like him!"

Lin Mo heard her muttering and looked at the child's profile.

You can indeed see some traces of him between the child's eyebrows; that sense of shared bloodline cannot be faked.

But Lin Mo still had a question that he couldn't suppress:

He has been gone for well over ten months; the timeline doesn't add up.

This child is clearly a newborn!

"Does it mean that it takes immortals a long time to give birth?"

Lin Mo thought of Nezha, who was also pregnant for a long time before being born.

The child in the Queen Mother of the West's womb seems to be some kind of primordial chaos body, which makes sense given the passage of time.

While they were pondering, the figure of the Queen Mother of the West holding the child had already disappeared from the spot.

The evil spirits in the eighteen levels of hell began to wail and howl again.

Lin Mo stood there for a while, and after confirming that she had gone far away, he began to search for the exit in the eighteenth level of hell.

The fact that the Queen Mother of the West could freely enter and exit inside does not mean that he could as well.

He walked along the passage for a while, passed through several forks, and turned back twice. He even went through the wall several times, but the scene in front of him didn't change much. It was as if every passage was repeating the same layout.

A cold wind, dim light, stone walls, and occasional low, hoarse sounds from afar, but no structure that looked like an "exit" could be seen.

He stopped and looked at the several forks in the road ahead that all looked pretty much the same:

"What am I looking for here? Chang'e definitely knows how to get out."

Chang'e had spent a long time in the underworld before, and as the former Ghost Emperor, she should know more about the eighteen levels of hell than anyone else.

With a thought, Lin Mo returned to World Number One.

Instead of canceling its stealth mode, it retained the operational status of the high-dimensional space intrusion device and, with a touch of wicked humor, headed straight for Chang'e's residence.

That detached villa was located on a high point along the coast of World One, not far from the sea. There were many villas built there, all inhabited by his women.

Lin Mo didn't go through the door, but went straight through the wall and found Chang'e in the bedroom on the second floor.

She was facing the doorway, with a holographic projection floating in front of her. The projection's figure and movements were highly consistent with her own, and it was repeating an action according to a certain predetermined rhythm.

She learned by watching and practicing.

"Damn, is it that addictive?"

Lin Mo curled his lips, then slowly approached her with a mischievous smile.

Then he suddenly deactivated his invisibility and took a step forward.

Chang'e instinctively pulled away, her face full of feigned anger.

He raised his palm, unleashing a full-force strike from a half-step saint, aimed directly at him.

However, the moment Chang'e's gaze fell on Lin Mo's face, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She then abruptly withdrew her strength, but the palm wind still grazed Lin Mo's ear and silently sank a shallow pit into the wall behind him.

Lin Mo stood there, not having had time to dodge, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"You scared me to death! You didn't have to overreact like that."

Chang'e's hand was still suspended in mid-air. Her gaze moved from his face to the indentation in the wall, then she lowered her hand, her tone carrying an barely suppressed eye roll and lingering anger:

"How could the reaction be small? I thought it was someone else."

Her gaze swept over him.

"Where did you get such a bizarre magical artifact?"

I, a near-saint, didn't even notice you.

"In the pirates' warehouse, there is equipment from a level four civilization."

Lin Mo was about to go inside when Chang'e stopped him, her gaze shifting from his face to his special skill, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"A Level 4 civilization is quite despicable; they must have been inspired by Japanese adult films."

As she spoke, she lifted one foot, which was wrapped in white silk, and gently tapped it with her toe:

"Don't rush, take it one step at a time."