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

"It must have been made by silicon-based companies."

Lin Mo withdrew his hand from her wrist, feeling a wave of lingering fear.

To be able to make a saint fall asleep without any awareness, without even a moment's resistance left in her consciousness, the methods of a Level 5 civilization have indeed reached a level that he cannot currently comprehend.

"Silicon-based?"

The Queen Mother of the West narrowed her eyes slightly, and the drowsiness on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a layer of cold vigilance.

Lin Mo briefly recounted what had happened.

From the moment he took "Queen Mother of the West" to Penglai Island, to the moment the other party shattered Zhang Er's body and half of a saint's body with a single punch, to the moment he discovered that Queen Mother of the West's every move was strange, to the moment Zero personally admitted to possession, and to the transaction just now.

After hearing this, the Queen Mother of the West gripped Lin Mo's hand tightly, her voice lower than usual:

"This is too, too..."

She didn't say anything more. Having lived through countless eons and witnessed countless storms in the immortal realm, she did feel a genuine sense of fear at this moment.

The other party could make her lose consciousness without her noticing, could access her memories, could use her identity to do anything, and could even imitate her every move so well that Lin Mo couldn't tell at first glance.

This method has exceeded the boundaries of all her experience.

She is a saint.

Is this the difference between us and the Way of Heaven?

Seeing her fear, Lin Mo patted her beautiful back and comforted her:

"As it stands, it doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards us!"

He stood up, took Zhang Erhe's body out of his spatial storage, and laid it flat on the bedroom floor.

The mangled body still resembled the one half of its body shattered by a punch. The dark gold armor and trousers were mostly torn apart, and the exposed skin was covered with fine cracks. Black marks left by Zero's punch remained at the broken wound.

Lin Mo probed the corpse with his divine sense and began to scan it layer by layer.

"Is this the saint Zhang Erhe who was killed by silicon-based beings?"

The moment the Queen Mother of the West saw the corpse, the solemnity on her face was replaced by shock.

She recognized Zhang Erhe's cultivation level at a glance: mid-stage Saint, and his physical body was extremely well-tempered with a deep foundation.

An existence of this caliber would be unstoppable throughout the entire Three Realms, yet it was killed so easily by a silicon-based being and casually handed over to Lin Mo.

You should know that the corpses of saints are all valuable things.

Not only does it contain profound immortal energy, but it also possesses Daoist charm, which is extremely beneficial for cultivation and comprehension.

The reason why sages are sages is that they have been recognized by the Way of Heaven. Every inch of their skin and every bone is marked with the imprint of the laws of heaven and earth, and every trace of their remaining immortal power is a hundred times purer than that of ordinary immortals.

A complete corpse of a saint is priceless to any cultivator.

"right!"

Lin Mo responded and searched Zhang Erhe's body.

He first examined the tattered dark gold armor pants, but found nothing hidden in the gaps between the armor plates.

He touched the belt around his waist again; there was a small hidden pouch sewn inside, its opening sealed with magical power, but it was empty.

He even took off his boots and emptied them, but found nothing except a few pebbles and dried blood.

"Was the storage ring destroyed by the silicon-based beings? Or was it taken away?"

He frowned slightly.

Logically speaking, someone of Zhang Er's level shouldn't be without even a single storage ring.

He turned the entire corpse upside down, but couldn't find any trace of storage artifacts.

"He probably didn't use a storage ring, but rather a small world!"

The Queen Mother of the West spoke up from the side, her gaze falling on Zhang Er and the remaining half of his face.

"A small world?"

Lin Mo raised his head. Even a saint has a small world?

"Yes, it's a kind of spatial array!"

As she spoke, the Queen Mother of the West squatted down, her fingertips slowly sweeping across Zhang Er and the corpse, as if sensing something.

A moment later, she pointed to Zhang Er and his only remaining ear, her tone carrying a hint of understanding:

"There's a spatial array here!"

Lin Mo looked in the direction she was pointing.

Sure enough, there was a very fine array pattern on the inside of Zhang Er's left ear.

The array pattern was only the size of a fingernail, and the lines were so fine that they were almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. If it weren't for the Queen Mother of the West's reminder, he might not have noticed it even if he had scanned it ten more times with his divine sense.

The color of the array pattern is very close to that of the skin, and it should be deliberately hidden under normal circumstances. It will only be revealed when the owner loses control of the body and the immortal power dissipates.

Lin Mo moved closer, focusing his divine sense on the array pattern, and observed it carefully for a moment.

The array pattern was extremely complex, more intricate than any array he had ever seen in World Three.

Every line is perfectly placed, and every node carries a specific spatial principle, presenting an overall sense of natural beauty.

With the blessing of top-level comprehension, those intricate patterns were quickly disassembled, reassembled, and summarized in his eyes, like an opened book of celestial knowledge, each page automatically translated into a language he could understand.

A moment later, he had fully grasped the inscription of the array.

Lin Mo raised his right hand, and a tiny needle-like ray appeared at his fingertips.

The immortal energy condensed into a pinhead-sized point and rapidly traveled across the skin of his left arm.

Golden light seeped from his fingertips, spreading across the skin's surface along precise lines, each line perfectly matching the patterns on Zhang Er's ears, not a fraction more or less.

A moment later, a complete golden array took shape on his arm, the lines glowing slightly, like a newly engraved seal.

Lin Mo tried to probe the center of the array with his divine sense, and with a thought...

The scene before him suddenly changed. His divine sense, guided by the array patterns, passed through an extremely thin spatial barrier and landed in a completely independent space.

He sensed a small courtyard with two sections, blue bricks and gray tiles, with a regular layout, like a mansion that had been moved directly from an ancient city.

Several short pine trees grow in the front yard, and a stone table is placed under the trees. On the table is a teacup that has not been taken away. The tea has long since dried up, and a dark brown tea stain has formed on the bottom of the cup.

The backyard had a row of main houses and two side rooms, with all doors and windows intact, pillars in good condition, and even lanterns still hanging under the eaves, though the candles inside had long since gone out.

But what truly stunned Lin Mo was the contents of the house. Every room was crammed full, with rows of neat shelves embedded in the four walls, each shelf filled with all sorts of rare and precious materials and spirit stones.

Some rooms were filled with bundles of martial arts manuals, neatly tied with silk ropes, stacked in a corner like a low wall;

On the shelf next to it were dozens of porcelain bottles with seals on them. The names and grades of the pills were written on the bottles with cinnabar in neat handwriting.

The innermost main room is the largest, with a carved wooden bed by the window. The bed is fully equipped with bedding and even has a half-open dressing case, with pearl flowers and jade hairpins scattered out, gleaming with a warm luster in the ethereal light.

The air was filled with a dense, almost tangible, immortal energy. With each breath, one could feel the immortal power flowing into the meridians through the nasal cavity, and the immortal energy in the dantian circulated slightly faster.

Lin Mo continued to probe deeper with his divine sense and suddenly detected a presence on the bed in the east wing of the front yard.

He subconsciously focused his senses on the past, and his whole body froze instantly.

Lying on the bed was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure, wearing a moon-white gauze nightgown. The fabric clung to the curves of her body, and every line from her shoulders to her waist and the back of her legs was clearly visible.

She lay on her side, her long hair spread out on the pillow, revealing a section of her fair nape and rounded shoulders. Her breathing was even, indicating that she was still asleep and unaware of everything happening around her.