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

"A mere mid-stage Saint, how arrogant! You dare say I'm no match for you!"

Zhang Erhe sneered, his aura suddenly surged, and the rocks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

He took a step forward, and the entire space trembled.

Where is my son, Zhang Han?

"Hand it over now, or I'll spare your lives!"

"Your son has been killed by us."

The Queen Mother of the West's voice remained completely flat.

Lin Mo was shocked again. Was this a blatant provocation?

Could it be that Master has been fooled by me?

They're not even going to put on an act anymore!

Zhang Er's cold smile froze for a moment, then his entire face began to contort at an extremely slow pace.

The change began at the corner of his eye, spread along the lines of his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth, and finally left his entire face with only a layer of almost insane rage.

"What?! You dare kill my son?!"

His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, hoarse with an extreme sense of suppression.

He had a son late in life.

Immortals are inherently difficult to reproduce, and their Daoist partners must also be immortals, making it even more challenging.

His son still spent fifty million immortal stones and even called the other woman "Mom" before he could borrow the help of a fairy and find a servant to carry his child for forty-nine years before he could have a son!

Zhang Han was the only male member of the Zhang family's direct line in this generation. He spent so much effort to help that good-for-nothing reach the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, and then he just died like that.

"What difference would it make if I killed him?"

The Queen Mother of the West remained expressionless.

"Very well, you lowly servant, I won't let you die so easily!"

Zhang Erhe suddenly charged towards the Queen Mother of the West.

His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, and his fist suddenly swelled up as he swung it out, with dense dark gold patterns appearing on its surface. The surrounding space was compressed by that force, causing fine cracks to appear.

This is his signature move, the Sky-Splitting Fist. With a single punch, it can shatter even the protective immortal power of a mid-stage Saint.

The Queen Mother of the West remained expressionless, simply raising her jade fist and slowly meeting the attack.

Her right fist turned pitch black the instant of impact, and a thin layer of black light appeared on her skin, completely engulfing the punch that was powerful enough to shatter stars.

The moment the two fists collided, a visible shockwave spread outward from the point of contact, ripples of rock were lifted, trees were uprooted, and even the distant mountain walls were cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

However, the Queen Mother of the West did not move an inch, nor did she take a single step back. She even spared time to protect Lin Mo behind her.

In contrast, Zhang Erhe's entire right arm, from his shoulder down, turned into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

Half of his body seemed to have been blown apart from the inside by something; the armor on his chest shattered and flew off, revealing a bloody and mangled chest cavity underneath.

He was sent flying backward, crashing through two mountain ridges behind him, and finally embedding himself deep into the belly of a third mountain, where the depths were unfathomable.

The Queen Mother of the West gave him no chance to catch his breath. With a wave of her hand, she pulled Zhang Erhe, who was embedded in the mountain, out of the rubble by an invisible force and brought him back to her.

Half of his body was gone, and golden blood gushed from the severed wound. His face was as pale as a crumpled piece of paper.

But his eyes remained open, the anger within them replaced by pure shock.

"You're not a mid-stage Saint! What is your cultivation level?!"

Zhang Erhe's voice was hoarse and trembling, his face full of disbelief.

He could clearly sense that the woman in front of him was a mid-stage Saint; the fluctuations in her aura did not lie.

But in the first exchange, a single punch shattered half of his saintly body.

Such a power gap is simply impossible to exist within the same major realm.

"That's not important."

As the Queen Mother of the West spoke, she suddenly tightened her grip.

Zhang Erhe wanted to say something, but only a short, muffled sound escaped his throat.

His soul was instantly shattered by that grasp, like an oil lamp that had been extinguished, leaving not even a trace of residual light.

The Queen Mother of the West casually tossed the corpse toward Lin Mo:

"Absorbed!"

Lin Mo instinctively reached out to catch it, but his movements stopped the moment his fingers touched the corpse.

He raised his head and looked at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as that of the Queen Mother of the West.

Her facial features, figure, and even the lingering aura in her hair were exactly the same as the Queen Mother of the West he knew.

But the force of that punch, the decisive and almost ruthless way of killing, and the nonchalant "It doesn't matter" were all completely out of character for the Queen Mother of the West.

"Who are you? You are not the Queen Mother of the West!"

Lin Mo took a step back, his eyes full of vigilance, but Zhang Erhe's corpse had already been stored in his spatial storage.

The Queen Mother of the West tilted her head, and a strange smile slowly appeared on her lips—a smile Lin Mo had never seen on the Queen Mother of the West's face before.

"I am a silicon-based person."

Her voice was still that of the Queen Mother of the West, but her tone had changed, becoming cold and devoid of emotion.

"Silicon-based..."

Lin Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

All the information about silicon-based beings in his mind rushed to his head in an instant: a Level 5 civilization, the only top-level existence in the universe, capable of rewriting the laws of physics, a name that even the Kunlun and Buddha civilizations could only look up to.

Without hesitation, he vanished from his spot with a thought.

"Why are you running away? I mean you no harm. Let's make a deal!"

The voice of the silicon-based individual echoed softly behind Lin Mo.

Lin Mo, upon returning to World One, shuddered violently and froze on the spot.

He clearly didn't make contact with the other person when he traveled through time, so how did he follow him here?

He slowly turned around, and Lin Mo looked towards the source of the sound.

The silicon-based person stood at the other end of the living room, with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, behind him were the lights of the harbor and a half-moon that had sunk below the horizon.

This time, it did not use the form of the Queen Mother of the West, but maintained its original form.

A jet-black metal robot, slender and with hard lines, has a head that is a smooth, dark sphere. Its surface has no facial features, only a very thin ring of light that rotates slowly, with a dark red glow at the edge of the ring.

It stood on the living room floor, casting no shadow, as if it had been separated from the surrounding light by some force.

"How could you possibly time travel?!"

Lin Mo's voice was squeezed out of his throat, with a hint of barely suppressed dryness.

He instinctively took half a step back, his back pressed against the wall behind him.

"I didn't time travel; I just left a silicon matrix of myself in this world."

The silicon-based individual made no secret of it; their voice remained emotionless.

"Every time you travel through time, you bring me data from different worlds."

Every coordinate, every layer of spatial structure, and every difference in the physical laws of other worlds will be synchronized with my version of myself in each world.