"ROAR!!!"
Just as Jiang Che and Lin Mu were talking, several more evil spirits crawled out of the black hole.
These spirits had grown wings, and their cultivation was around the Divine Passage stage—nothing too strong!
The moment they emerged, Lin Mu skewered them all with a single branch, instantly draining them dry.
These evil spirits were merely manifestations of sinister energy. Those with weaker cultivation hadn’t even developed self-awareness, and after being killed, they had no chance of resurrection—their sinister energy was directly devoured by Lin Mu.
[Ding! Host has obtained 10 points of sinister energy, automatically converted to 10 points of system credits.]
!!!
Jiang Che’s entire demeanor instantly perked up.
What did you say? Killing these evil spirits gives credit rewards?
To be honest, Jiang Che was intrigued. Damn, this was another opportunity knocking!
"Killing evil spirits... Lin Mu, you’re heaven-sent as my worker!"
Jiang Che grinned, his gaze toward Lin Mu growing increasingly benevolent.
"Young... Young Master? What are you...?" Lin Mu was startled by Jiang Che’s expression.
He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Did Young Master Jiang have some other... preferences? Like, say, carving into wood?
Jiang Che’s smile instantly darkened.
"Stay right here and focus. The mortal realm might soon descend into chaos. Since one of the sinister seals has been broken, a full-scale invasion is inevitable. I order you to reach the Creation Realm before the invasion begins—or else, I’ll confiscate your system!"
With that, Jiang Che vanished on the spot.
"......"
Lin Mu’s mentality nearly shattered. The Creation Realm???
Damn, isn’t that setting the bar way too high?
But the thought of the punishment sent a shiver down his spine—losing his system?
Young Master Jiang absolutely had the power to do it!
......
Truthfully, Jiang Che took the sinister threat seriously. In many stories, these things were the ultimate final bosses, notoriously difficult to deal with.
He had solutions, but if the evil spirit world launched a full-scale invasion... Lin Mu alone might not be enough.
Moreover, if the evil spirits eventually invaded the Nine Heavens, spreading chaos everywhere... it would be a massive headache. Just imagining it was exhausting.
"Husband~ What’s on your mind? You’re frowning so hard!"
At that moment, a delicate hand waved gently in front of Jiang Che’s eyes.
Ye Mengyao had grown much more considerate lately, transitioning from a playful girl to a devoted wife. Though her appearance hadn’t changed much, her mischievousness had softened into tenderness.
Perhaps it was the influence of the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal’s soul fragment. Despite walking the path of forgetfulness, her feelings for Jiang Che had only deepened—a love buried deep within her heart.
"Heh, it’s nothing." Jiang Che took Ye Mengyao’s small hand in his.
Suddenly, he remembered the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal’s soul fragment within her.
If he recalled correctly, this Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal was an ancient being!
Any immortal who had survived since ancient times was undoubtedly stronger than most of the Jiang family’s immortals.
From what Jiang Che knew, only those who had surpassed five heavenly tribulations dared to claim an immortal title.
An immortal title was reserved for those who had comprehended the origin of a Great Dao and fused with it, achieving eternal life.
For example, one who mastered the Dao of Forgetfulness would take the title "Supreme," becoming the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal.
Or like that Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal who had tried to possess the unborn child in Shen Yu’s womb—presumably fused with the origin of the Reincarnation Dao, hence the title Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal.
"Supreme, you can hear me, right?" Jiang Che pulled Ye Mengyao closer, speaking directly to the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal.
Naturally, as a soul fragment within Ye Mengyao, she could hear him.
The Supreme’s expression remained unchanged. Even after witnessing countless intimate moments between her reincarnated self and Jiang Che, her heart remained undisturbed.
"Supreme, since you’ve comprehended the Dao of Forgetfulness, you must have obtained its origin, correct?"
"Naturally." The Supreme spoke calmly, hands behind her back as she met Jiang Che’s gaze.
"However, while you wield the power of the Great Dao, an immortal’s Dao origin is subordinate to the Dao—it cannot transcend the Heavenly Dao." Her words carried undisguised praise for Jiang Che.
He was the first being she had ever seen who wielded the power of the Great Dao, capable of forging immortal bodies and condensing Dao origins from nothing. Such methods... were unheard of throughout eternity.
The origin of the Dao of Forgetfulness...
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes, then glanced at his system shop.
There was an entry:
[Origin of the Dao of Forgetfulness: Ranked 517th among the Three Thousand Great Daos, it embodies true detachment...]
[Price: 30 billion credits.]
This time, the price was displayed. But for something like the origin of the Chaos Dao, no price was shown—perhaps it was too advanced?
Still, Jiang Che couldn’t help but wonder: if he actually spent 30 billion credits to buy the origin of the Dao of Forgetfulness, would this Supreme lose her composure?
"After these days, I’ve come to understand. Your destiny is boundless, and my reincarnated self’s fortune likely lies with you. But I have my own path to walk..."
The Supreme remained composed, her gaze serene as she studied Jiang Che. "The power of the Great Dao..."
She murmured to herself, then stepped closer, examining Jiang Che intently. Though her face was identical to Ye Mengyao’s, her aura clearly set them apart.
"The Great Dao is fifty, but the heavens derive only forty-nine. You are the one that escaped."
Typical immortal talk—always so cryptic. Then she turned her gaze to Ye Mengyao.
"These days, I’ve observed your path of forgetfulness. Though it shares my origin, it diverges onto a different road. I once walked that path... and failed. I hope you succeed."
Ye Mengyao shrank back slightly, flattered by the genuine praise from an immortal.
But Jiang Che sensed something amiss.
"What are you planning?"
The Supreme turned away calmly. "I intend to leave. You cannot stop me."
With that, her form dissipated into the air—even her soul fragment vanished completely from the world.
Immortal Dissolution!
Damn, what a ruthless woman. She annihilated herself from the origin level—Jiang Che couldn’t even stop her.
Just like that, the wife he had in his grasp flew away!
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
