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

"Wouldn't that mean ordinary aliens wouldn't be able to threaten Earth?"

Lin Mo stood high in the sky, looking down at the transparent light membrane that had just covered the entire blue planet.

As for those higher-level beings...

As a top individual in a fourth-level civilization, he really doesn't have any good solutions right now.

After giving a brief explanation to the Great Xia side, outlining the scope of the light membrane's function and precautions, he then used his thoughts to take the Queen Mother of the West back to World Three.

What he didn't notice was that the instant his figure disappeared, a tiny black dust particle slid out from the void and silently adhered to his shoulder.

The dust particle was smaller than a grain of salt, invisible to the naked eye. It adhered to the skin without any foreign body sensation and did not generate any energy fluctuations.

Deep in the universe, the silicon-based being stared at the projection in the void and murmured to himself once more:

"He always appears and leaves from the same place."

It seems his ability to travel through time isn't without its limitations.

The halo of light around his head slowly rotated once, and then he added another sentence.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing what other worlds are like."

The black dust that landed on Lin Mo's shoulder earlier was caused by him.

It is a silicon substrate made of pure silicon, capable of active signal transmission, and responsible for recording and sample collection.

It records all of Lin Mo's activities, environmental parameters, and material contact records, while also collecting samples of any substances that may exist around him.

As long as Lin Mo returns to the main world, it will be able to bring back data from other worlds.

The silicon-based being leaned against the gear-shaped seat, motionless, its halo slowly fading as it entered standby mode.

At this moment, Lin Mo was unaware that he had been fitted with a surveillance device from a Level 5 civilization.

He was standing with the Queen Mother of the West on a vast sea.

The water beneath my feet was calm and still, and a faint golden-purple glow hung in the distance on the horizon.

Not far in front of them, an island shrouded in ethereal mist floated in mid-air. The island's edges were shrouded in a thin layer of mist, obscuring its internal structure. Only the outlines of a few buildings with upturned eaves could be vaguely seen in the mist.

The entire island seems to have emerged from another dimension, quietly resting there, blending into the surrounding sea and sky.

This was the Penglai Immortal Island that Lin Mo had been waiting for for a long time.

"Stay close to me when we go inside, be careful, and don't cause any trouble."

The Queen Mother of the West whispered instructions to him.

"Many immortals live on this immortal island. I heard that they are extremely arrogant and xenophobic, and look down on cultivators from outside."

They would even attack outsiders like us at the slightest disagreement.

If you encounter them, avoid them.

"The Immortal Race? What are those?"

Lin Mo looked puzzled.

"They are cultivators whose parents and ancestors were all immortals."

Because of their immortal bloodline, they were born with a higher status than ordinary cultivators.

To distinguish themselves from ordinary cultivators and to highlight their arrogance, they all called themselves the Immortal Clan.

"Oh, he's just a rich kid."

Lin Mo curled his lip in disdain.

"More or less."

"Are they very strong?"

Are there saints?

"certainly.

Many immortal clans have been passed down for a long time, possibly tens of thousands of generations.

Isn't it normal to have a few saints?

"So many sages? Does Penglai Island have such abundant cultivation resources that it can support so many sages?"

Lin Mo was somewhat shocked. He had plundered most of the cultivation resources in the human realm, yet he had only increased his cultivation level by a small amount.

Are there really many saints on Penglai Immortal Island?

"I've heard that the spiritual veins of Penglai Immortal Island are the primordial veins of chaos, the origin of all things, capable of self-repair and regeneration, with inexhaustible immortal power."

"The Primordial Chaos Vein? The Beginning of All Things?"

"That's right. All cultivation resources in the Three Realms originate from here. Whether it's spiritual veins or rare and precious materials, they all originate from the primordial chaos veins."

"Now that you mention it, the Chaos Ancestral Vein is indeed amazing."

Lin Mo's eyes shone.

If he could get his hands on this ancestral vein, he would never have to worry about cultivation resources again.

As if seeing through his little scheme, the Queen Mother of the West smiled and spoke:

"Don't you dare try to take advantage of the spiritual veins."

Perhaps there's an old demon with the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao guarding it.

If we anger them, we won't even have a chance to be reincarnated.

Upon hearing that a Heavenly Dao entity was guarding the area, Lin Mo swallowed hard. It seemed he really shouldn't overthink it.

"Alright, let's go inside!"

The Queen Mother of the West reached out her jade hand and carefully led Lin Mo into the misty Penglai Island.

The moment he passed through the mist, Lin Mo's breathing became lighter than usual.

The concentration of celestial energy in the air was so high that the body would automatically begin to absorb it without needing to consciously practice any techniques.

He stood still and took a deep breath. The immortal energy flowed into his body through his nasal cavity, slowly circulating along his meridians. The immortal power in his dantian seemed to be gently stirred.

The surrounding mist floated slowly along the ground, its color shimmering with a pale golden light. With each step, one could feel ethereal energy gently swirling around one's ankles.

The vegetation on the entire island is much taller and denser than outside, with a very thin film of light covering the surface of the leaves. Occasionally, tiny particles of light can be seen seeping out from under the bark between the branches and slowly drifting into the air.

In the distance, several building complexes sit on the mountain ridge, with upturned eaves, green tiles and white walls. They look no different from the residences of cultivators outside, but all the buildings are covered with a faint golden halo, as if they have grown their own luster after being immersed in immortal energy for a long time.

Lin Mo and west Wangmu ventured deeper into the mountains along a relatively secluded mountain path.

As Lin Mo walked, he had the portable module of the main brain scan the surrounding environment, while simultaneously absorbing the free immortal energy in the air through the space.

The dense immortal energy formed a visible misty vortex around him, as if drawn by some gravitational force, converging on him from all directions and then penetrating his space layer by layer.

At the same time, Lin Mo also felt that his cultivation level was slowly increasing.

Without warning, a golden arrow flew out from the depths of the dense forest, its sharp, piercing sound cutting through the air, heading straight for Lin Mo's face.

Lin Mo didn't even have time to react. He only saw a flash of golden light before the arrow was already in front of him.

The Queen Mother of the West acted even faster beside him, deflecting the arrow to the side with a wave of her hand.

She slapped the arrow away, and it embedded itself in the rock behind her, blasting open a bottomless black hole the size of a bowl.

But as she struck the arrow, the edge grazed her finger, leaving a very thin bloodstain on her fair skin.

Lin Mo's pupils contracted sharply when he saw the drop of crimson seeping from the Queen Mother of the West's fingertip.

The fact that an arrow grazed the skin of a saint-level body means that the arrow's penetrating power had reached the saint's defensive limits.

If that arrow had been aimed at him, with his current cultivation level, he would have been seriously injured, if not killed.

"Wow, I never expected there to be a saint among the common folk in the lower realms. This is truly remarkable."

A disdainful voice came from the distant jungle, its tone languid.