What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

Antarctic ice sheet.

A biting, cold wind howled and raged, turning the frozen snowfield into a vast, desolate wasteland.

A massive yeti, a calamity beast, had just crawled out from the depths of the earth and hadn't even had a chance to attack the group in front of it when a spear that came flying through the air pierced straight through its body.

Blood splattered, accompanied by a deafening roar of resentment, and the Yeti's massive body crashed backward, quickly turning into a blanket of white snow, leaving behind a seed of lamentation.

"Lady Cecilia is amazing! She didn't even need to transform; she just casually killed a four-star Calamity Beast!"

"As expected of Lady Cecilia, she is truly a chosen one... no, the strongest being in the world. Monsters of this level are not worth mentioning at all."

Witnessing this swift and decisive annihilation, the magical girls responsible for the reconnaissance all expressed their sincere admiration.

Cecilia recalled her spear, glanced at the crowd filled with adoration, and solemnly warned, "Be vigilant. This is the witch's stronghold, where a large number of monstrous beasts lurk in the shadows, and we could be attacked at any time. I don't want anyone to lose their life because of this rescue."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, and then continued searching the ice field.

Amidst the crowd, Yao Ri carefully searched an area but still found nothing. She sighed helplessly, "The Antarctic ice sheet is just too vast. Without precise location, this search and rescue operation is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I wonder how things are in Fangyuan City..."

"What's wrong, missing home?"

The person who spoke was a woman who looked to be about the same age as Yao Ri.

However, the two were very different in appearance and temperament. Yao Ri was charming and seductive, while she had a pure and elegant temperament, like a white lotus untouched by the dust of the world.

This person also came from the Jiangbei region. His name was Bai Ze, and he was not only a colleague of Yao Ri but also a close friend.

In response to Bai Ze's question, she smiled and said, "I don't mean I miss home. Going back home would mean dealing with a bunch of complicated matters every day. It's much more comfortable and relaxing to be on a business trip in the Ice Plains."

Bai Ze covered his mouth and smiled lightly: "Stop pretending. Don't I know you? Altai basically handles everything in Fangyuan City for you. You're just a hands-off manager."

Being exposed on the spot, Yao Ri was not embarrassed at all, and said frankly: "The capable should do more! If Altai's strength is not insufficient at present, I would like to hand over the captain position to her directly and then retire peacefully."

"Oh, is our Aunt Yaori getting ready to retire so soon?"

"Are you looking for a fight? Who's the auntie here? I'm not even thirty yet!"

"You said you wanted to retire, so don't blame me."

"I call this an exclamation, an exclamation, do you understand?"

After some banter, the two gradually felt much better, their emotions having been suppressed by the fruitless search.

Meanwhile, in the Witch's Space.

The number of witches remaining here has decreased significantly. Those who remain are all powerful and strong, and are key figures in the Central Continent witch camp.

The supreme commander of the Central Continent, "Arrogance," bowed respectfully towards the dark void and said, "The manpower has been deployed, and the attack can be launched tomorrow as ordered."

In the pitch-black, deathly silent space, wisps of black energy wriggled and intertwined, and an ethereal voice echoed from all directions: "Very good. This battle will surely cripple the Chinese nation. At that time, no country in the entire Central Continent will be able to contend with us, the Witch! The invasion plan can then be implemented more smoothly."

"Arrogance, you and your men hold off those magical girls on the Antarctic ice sheet. You absolutely cannot let them return to reinforce."

"Yes!"

"The rest of the witches must obey Arrogance's orders in every way. Anyone who disobeys will die!"

The witches were all forced to the ground, not daring to utter a single complaint, and quickly agreed.

The crisis is imminent, and China, caught completely off guard, is doomed.

Chapter 51 Childhood

"Mommy! Mommy! Look! I can fly!"

Young Zhong Hui, carrying a brightly colored kite on his back, stood wobbling on the edge of the balcony of a seven-story building.

His little face flushed red, his eyes filled with pure joy, and his childish shouts drifted towards his mother, who was engrossed in playing mahjong inside the house.

The woman ignored her, her eyes only on the mahjong tiles.

Zhong Hui looked at the ground with disappointment, and then said loudly, "The wind rises and the clouds fly, my might extends throughout the land, I return to my homeland!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her small body floated lightly and leaped straight downstairs.

The image shatters and rotates in an instant.

"Child, remember, one plus one equals two. This is the most basic knowledge, do you understand?"

The father lit cigarette after cigarette between his fingers, the swirling smoke obscuring his impatient face as he perfunctorily imparted the most basic mathematical knowledge to young Zhong Hui.

Xiao Zhong tilted his head, his big, bright black eyes full of seriousness, and asked in bewilderment, "Why? I read in the book that the Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, and Three gives birth to all things."

A childlike question instantly ignited the father's pent-up anger.

The middle-aged man, already frustrated by taking care of his child, slammed his fist on the table and roared, "What kind of nonsense is going on in your head all day? I'm teaching you math, arithmetic! Can't you just study properly?!"

Time flies by, and the scenes in my memory shift once again.

The house was filled with loud, jarring arguments.

"I took my child for a checkup today, and the doctor said it himself: he has a mental illness!"

"What does this have to do with me? I told you to smoke and drink less when we were trying to conceive, but you wouldn't listen! The child turned out like this, it's all your fault!"

"How much of an impact can smoking and drinking have? You're the one who stays home all day playing mahjong and never cares about the kids!"

Sharp arguments erupted one after another, every word filled with shirking responsibility and resentment.

The parents, their faces contorted with rage, blamed each other and shifted the blame onto one another, pushing all the faults onto the other. From beginning to end, neither of them was willing to look back at the child in the corner.

Young Zhong Hui huddled alone in the corner, watching his parents argue.

The screen then switched again.

In the noisy living room, the television screen flickered and danced.

Zhong Hui, who was watching TV alone, suddenly turned to look at her parents, who were engrossed in their own affairs, and softly asked the question she had noticed on TV: "Dad, Mom, what's beyond the sky? Where is the end of the universe? Are there other living beings beyond Earth?"

He was filled with sincerity and yearned for an answer.

His mother's eyes were only on the mahjong tiles, and she ignored his questions.

The father cursed loudly at the mobile game while puffing on his cigarette, having long regarded his child, who was labeled "mentally ill," as an unnecessary burden.

Countless fragments of childhood memories flashed through my mind, layer upon layer.

All the jumbled memories eventually settled on one unforgettable name: Aoyama Mental Hospital.

It was a day of continuous rain, the sky was overcast and gray, and the damp air was heavy and oppressive, making people feel irritable.

That day was also Zhong Hui's first birthday. His parents were by his side, and he ate cake. However, the gift he received was a car ride from his parents to the gate of Qingshan Mental Hospital.

The mother, who usually only had mahjong in her eyes, rarely showed any care and tenderness, and gently stroked the top of his head.

The father, reeking of cigarette smoke, stiffly raised his hand and patted his young shoulder, deliberately softening his cold tone.

"Child, you are sick. Be a good girl and get well in the hospital. When you get better, Mom and Dad will come to pick you up and take you home."

Xiao Zhong shook her head vigorously, her clear eyes filled with confusion and grievance, and whispered in protest, "But I'm not sick... Mom and Dad, did I eat too much birthday cake? I promise I won't celebrate my birthday anymore, and I won't eat cake anymore, please don't make me go to the hospital, okay?"

Faced with their child's humble yet aggrieved pleas, the couple stood silently by the car, their indifference frightening.

The medical staff who had been waiting at the door quickly stepped forward, reached out without saying a word, and forcefully pulled away the bewildered and helpless child, bringing him into this secluded courtyard.

From then on, Zhong Hui spent all his childhood years, from the age of ten onwards, in this noisy and monotonous courtyard.

At first, the parents would visit regularly.

But every time they met, their eyes held a kind of expectation that Zhong Hui couldn't understand. They would patiently ask him about his recent situation and ask him all sorts of questions.

But each time, he left with a heart full of disappointment.

The visits became less and less frequent, and the patience and expectations in the parents' eyes were worn away day by day, leaving only extreme annoyance and disgust in the end.

Until one day, the mother came again and her belly was noticeably protruding.

Since then, my parents have completely lost contact with me and have never appeared again.

No one visits, no one cares.

In the cold and empty hospital room, he was all alone, enduring the long years alone, slowly growing up.

The courtyard was filled with mad and noisy patients, while Zhong Hui, under the layers of suppression from the strange True Immortal and the Fallen Immortal King, took root and grew on his own.

While enduring endless confinement, he silently explored the myriad mysteries of the path of cultivation, eventually awakening his long-sealed memories of his past life, shedding his childishness, and growing into a young man.

"I am the Heavenly Emperor, and it is only natural that I sever all ties with this mortal world!"

"The strange events have not subsided, and the heavens are not yet at peace; how can we talk about returning home?"

"Speaking of which... today seems to be the day I come of age..."

Click!

The mirror of memories, sealed for many years, shattered inch by inch, scattering in all directions.

Zhong Hui suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, and quickly scanned his surroundings.

Daytime, a pure white ceiling, the smell of disinfectant, a soft hospital bed...

He found himself in a hospital room, lying comfortably in a hospital bed.

"What's going on... Could it be that I've been transported back to Green Mountain Mental Hospital again?!"

Zhong Hui's heart sank.

Qingshan Mental Hospital, that's a notorious forbidden place for all time!

The courtyard is filled with strangely corrupted entities, specifically designed to suppress supreme powerhouses who have reincarnated and rebuilt their cultivation paths across the heavens.

Even he, who once roamed freely across countless worlds, was suppressed for twelve long years. In the end, after much planning, he managed to escape by crossing the boundary sea during a heavy rain.

If we were to be trapped here again, we would be in serious trouble.

[Sizzle...]

A faint electrical buzzing suddenly sounded in my mind, followed by a mechanical system voice that sounded like someone still shaken.

[Thank goodness, host! You're not dead! I was terrified! I almost died with you!]

Zhong Hui frowned slightly, his tone tinged with doubt and impatience: "System? What nonsense are you spouting?"

【Uh……】