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When Luo Tian and his group returned to the valley, it was nearly dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun bathed every corner of the Fang family's home.

Xiao Jin was still sitting cross-legged by the well, holding a walnut in his hand. When he saw Luo Tian return, he immediately stood up, his dragon eyes filled with inquiry.

"Master, have you caught up?"

Xiao Jin asked in a low voice, but his gaze had already swept over Nannan and the others behind Luo Tian. Seeing that although everyone's breathing was slightly disordered, they were not injured, and he felt a little relieved.

Luo Tian nodded slightly, without saying much. He simply walked straight to the bluestone in the courtyard where medicinal herbs were usually dried, and with a flick of his sleeve, swept away all the dust on the bluestone.

He gestured for Nannan to come forward, and she understood. Crimson gold divine fire rose in her palm as she held the gray rune, which had been pulled from the Shadow Slave's body but still exuded a cold, lingering aura of reincarnation, in her palm.

"Xiao Xiao, protect the earth's veins and isolate the internal and external energies," Luo Tian instructed.

"Okay, Dad."

Xiao Xiao took a step forward, and the emerald green life force spread out like a tide, not only covering the entire courtyard but also seeping deep into the ground, completely isolating the Fang family's earth veins from any potential resonance with this rune.

"Qianqian, spread the net," Luo Tian continued.

"Yes, Master."

Qianqian's figure disappeared into the shadows, and an invisible illusionary spider web quietly unfolded, layer upon layer, covering a ten-zhang radius around the bluestone so tightly that any probe or fluctuation would be distorted and filtered by this illusionary network.

Qiqi hugged the pottery jar, hiding behind Xiaoxiao, her big eyes fixed on the scene, both nervous and curious.

Luo Tian then extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together. The fingertips did not contain spiritual power, but rather a highly refined will power belonging to the Great Emperor of War.

He slowly pointed to the rune in Nannan's palm.

"laugh……"

The moment the crimson divine fire came into contact with the gray runes, it emitted an extremely faint sound, like snow melting.

The rune trembled violently, and countless illusory cries of lingering souls emanated from within. However, under the burning of the Phoenix True Fire, those cries quickly weakened until they disappeared completely.

The gray surface of the runes began to peel away little by little, revealing a strange, dark gold color underneath that seemed to devour light.

"Jin Wuming's Reincarnation Mark is not purely a power of reincarnation, but rather a mixture of his 'Golden Fiend' from the Immortal Realm."

As Luo Tian guided Nannan's phoenix fire with his willpower, he explained calmly.

"This golden aura is a primordial substance formed from the killing energy he accumulated over many years of fighting in the Immortal Realm. It is extremely insidious and also extremely tough."

Ordinary flames are utterly ineffective against it, but Nannan's Phoenix True Fire, the nemesis of all evil, can refine and corrupt it.

As the refining process continued, the dark golden core gradually became translucent, no longer lifeless, but instead faintly exuding a rhythm that resonated with Luo Tian's will.

About an incense stick later, Luo Tian flicked his finger, and the dark gold crystal chip, which had been refined and shrunk tenfold, floated in his palm.

Inside the chip, the original golden aura that belonged to Jin Wuming has been completely corrupted and transformed. What flows now is the dual imprint of Luo Tian's will and the Phoenix True Fire.

"It's done."

Luo Tian looked at the chip in his palm, a cold glint in his eyes.

"This mark is now mine."

If Jin Wuming tries to locate me through it, he will receive false information, or even... my reversed 'greeting'."

He looked up at the northwest horizon, a cruel smile curving his lips:

"Old dog, if you want to play location-based games, then I'll play along with you to the very end."

This contaminated mark is like a "transfer station" under my control; any probes you send will be filtered by me.

And the messages I send will also reach your senses through it... though you may not be aware of them.

He put away the chip and glanced at everyone:

"This matter has come to a temporary end, but the existence of this mark is ultimately a variable."

In the next few days, you all need to consolidate your cultivation, especially Nian Nian. You need to carefully perceive the subtle connection between the Seven-Colored Illusionary Heart Orchid and this Cycle of Reincarnation.

Jin Wuming won't give up so easily. Now that he's played the "Seven-Colored Illusionary Orchid" card, he'll surely have even more powerful tricks up his sleeve.

"Yes, Master!" the divine beasts replied in unison.

"Yes, Dad!" Niannian and Xiaoxiao nodded obediently.

In the following days, the valley returned to a superficial calm, but an invisible sense of tension was quietly spreading.

Xiao Jin no longer lies on the roof to sunbathe, but often stands on the courtyard wall, his dragon might restrained yet always vigilant.

Nannan remained leaning against the pillar, but the crimson flame at her fingertips never went out, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Qianqian's illusion network operates around the clock, enveloping the entire Fang family compound like a maze.

Little One tirelessly nurtures the Tree of Life day and night, ensuring its essence is abundant and ready to respond to any potential shocks.

Every day, Nian Nian sits cross-legged under the window, the Chaotic Nine-Leaf Lotus slowly rotating within her body, and the Seven-Colored Illusionary Heart Orchid floats above her dantian. The wisp of the refined reincarnation aura is slowly merging with the seven-colored glow of the orchid.

She could feel that her sword intent had unknowingly gained an indescribable chill and deathly stillness, yet it was perfectly contained and assimilated by the Chaotic Dao Body. Instead of going out of control, it made the sword energy of the Morning Dew Sword more condensed and varied.

On the morning of the fifth day, just as dawn was breaking.

Luo Tian, ​​who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes.

The dark gold crystal in his palm, which had been refined, began to tremble violently without warning. A very faint but uniquely Jin Wuming-esque cyclical fluctuation was trying to seep out from the crystal!

Luo Tian's eyes narrowed, and he immediately exerted force with his fingertips, suppressing the fluctuations firmly inside the chip.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"They've arrived... This old dog is quite patient."

He did not immediately respond to the fluctuation, but slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the people and divine beasts in the courtyard who had already awakened and were looking at him. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination:

"Get ready, Jin Wuming's 'greeting' is coming."

However, it wasn't an attack, but rather an attempt at... a 'dialogue' across worlds.

Since he wants to talk, I'll chat with him for a bit.

He paused, then looked at Niannian:

"Niannian, hold the Morning Dew Sword and stand beside me. Xiaoxiao, protect Qiqi."

"Nannan, Xiaojin, Qianqian, the three of you, form the 'Three Talents Illusionary Killing Formation.' If the opponent intends to harm you, there's no need to hold back."

"Yes, Master!"

The divine beasts obeyed the command with awe, each channeling their spiritual power and their fighting spirit soaring.

Niannian also gripped the Morning Dew Sword tightly, her little face full of determination:

"Dad, I'm ready!"

Luo Tian then looked again at the violently trembling chip in his palm, a hint of reminiscence and indifference flashing in his eyes.

He slowly probed a wisp of divine thought into the chip.

A secret "dialogue" spanning the realms of immortals and cultivators, conducted through a corrupted mark of reincarnation, is about to unfold quietly in this secluded courtyard in a river valley.

The outcome of this dialogue may determine the dynamics of the power struggle between the two sides for a long time to come.