"Yes! Your master must be a supreme, top-tier being... Could you perhaps describe him?"
As top-tier immortals who had lived for over a hundred thousand years, they were privy to most of the secrets within the Nine Heavens, but when it involved the Heavenly Dao... they knew nothing.
If they could glean even a hint of the Heavenly Dao's mysteries from Jiang Che's master, their future immortal paths might stretch further.
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. After all, this so-called master was entirely fabricated.
"Oh, as it happens, I have a portrait of my master. All venerable ancestors may take a look."
A slight smile played on Jiang Che's lips as he produced a scroll painting.
On the scroll was an image of a woman, painted from his own memory. She wore pristine white robes, her hair as white as snow, untouched by worldly dust. She exuded an ethereal, otherworldly aura, her face flawlessly beautiful with a hint of faint frost between her brows.
"Um... Young Jiang, your master... is indeed peerlessly elegant. That pose of turning her back to all living beings reminds me of an old acquaintance!"
"Turning her back to all living beings?" Jiang Che frowned.
He hadn't painted this casually. He had genuinely depicted the figure from his memories, using his spiritual sense as brush and ink. Moreover, he had painted her facing forward, not from the back!
After learning of his own high status, Jiang Che had grown suspicious of this woman who frequently appeared in his spring dreams.
A stranger appearing repeatedly in dreams was hard to explain even in ordinary life, let alone now that he had begun cultivating immortality. This woman was absolutely extraordinary.
This time, Jiang Che wanted to use this pretext to see if the Jiang family's immortals recognized her.
But when Jiang Che looked at the beauty portrait he had just painted, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Why... was it her back?
Impossible! He had clearly painted a frontal view? How had it turned into a back view in an instant?
A major problem!
This is seriously spooky.
It seemed this master he had casually fabricated... might actually be problematic?
And in the brief moment Jiang Che was dazed, the scroll returned to normal. The peerlessly beautiful woman in the painting was facing him, still just as elegant, except this time the hint of frost between her brows had transformed into a faint, barely-there smile.
But in the blink of an eye, it was back to normal.
[Holy crap, this is seriously spooky!]
Jiang Che swallowed hard. This master was definitely haunted, perhaps truly some major player manipulating things from the shadows. Better not bring her up so casually in the future.
"Ahem, venerable ancestors, actually, I took out the wrong scroll just now. This is my real master!"
Jiang Che cleared his throat dryly.
Then he pulled out another scroll.
The woman in this painting also had long, waterfall-like hair, pale as ash, nearly reaching her ankles. She wore dark black robes, her gaze devoid of joy or sorrow, containing only endless placidity, as if stripped of all emotion.
The Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal!
After all, the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal was the most powerful character Jiang Che had ever seen with his own eyes. Time to parade her out!
"This!!!"
The moment Fourth Ancestor saw the person in the painting, he suddenly exclaimed!!!
Clearly, Fourth Ancestor recognized the woman in the painting.
"You... you're telling me she's your master??? You're not joking, are you? Young Jiang, you're not joking, are you!!!!!"
Fourth Ancestor's reaction puzzled many.
"Old Fourth... you know her?" Seventh Ancestor asked, confused.
"This... how is this possible??? How could you possibly have any dealings with her??? This can't be!!!"
Fourth Ancestor scratched his head and ears, completely devoid of any immortal demeanor. He even leaned his face closer to get a better look.
But the next second, dark flames inexplicably rose from the scroll. The black fire started from the beauty at the center of the painting, seeming to carry the fire of punitive anger. In an instant, the entire scroll was burned to ashes.
"This—"
Jiang Che's eyes widened even more, because he hadn't lit that fire. The scroll had spontaneously combusted. Could it be because he used the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal's portrait as a stand-in... and she detected it?
That shouldn't be. That Supreme being is desireless and unattached. Even if she truly had the power to interfere in the mortal realm, she wouldn't personally intervene in karma, would she?
"Young Jiang!!! Is she truly your master?"
Fourth Ancestor asked seriously.
"Uh... probably, yes!" Jiang Che rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Fourth Ancestor's expression changed completely!
"Old Fourth... what's going on? Isn't this the Heavenly Dao? Shouldn't Jiang Che's master be the Heavenly Dao?" The immortals whispered among themselves.
"This immortal... is a Transcendent One. It's said she existed even before the Nine Heavens!"
Fourth Ancestor's words shocked the other immortals.
"A Transcendent One? One who has merged with a Great Dao origin... an Immortal Venerable? Or an Immortal Emperor?"
Too shocking!
The ultimate goal of almost all immortals was Transcendence!
First Tribulation Loose Immortal, Second Tribulation True Immortal, Third Tribulation Immortal Lord, Fourth Tribulation Immortal Monarch, Fifth Tribulation Immortal Venerable, or Sixth Tribulation Immortal Emperor!
Their ultimate goal was eternal life!
To find and merge with their own Great Dao origin. After merging with the origin, one could achieve a lifespan equal to the Dao itself. As long as the Dao remains unbroken... life force flows endlessly!
The lucky ones might gain recognition from a Great Dao origin during the First or Second Tribulation, but those with poor fortune... even a Sixth Tribulation Immortal Emperor might exhaust their lifespan without ever gaining such recognition.
"I don't know the specifics, but this one is known as the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal, one of the top-tier immortals of the Nine Heavens. She resides above the Heavens Beyond Heaven, no longer intervening in mortal affairs. I once caught a glimpse of her by chance."
Transcendent immortals, having achieved eternal life, almost always slowly cultivate to the peak. After that, they no longer govern mortal matters. Even events like the Immortal Realm coalescing or evil spirits corrupting the Nine Heavens mean nothing to them.
"A gasp... that powerful?"
"Young Jiang, no wonder you're so fearless. So besides our Jiang family, you have such a massive backer!"
The immortals chattered excitedly. To them, a Sixth Tribulation Transcendent Immortal Emperor who had merged with a Great Dao origin was absolutely the pinnacle of the pinnacle.
The gap between them and such an existence was like a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the bright moon.
However, immortals with such titles almost never descend into the mortal realm. Even if the Nine Heavens exploded, it would be a trivial matter to them, as long as the Great Dao they merged with remains unextinguished.
But the question is... why would an immortal who never concerns herself with mortal affairs take Jiang Che as a disciple?
Does that make any sense?
"No! Having such a master might not be a good thing!" Fourth Ancestor said with a tremor, then looked at Jiang Che.
"She cultivates the Path of Heartlessness, devoid of desire and emotion... After cultivating it, a person becomes utterly heartless and devoid of righteousness. Young Jiang, you becoming her disciple..."
Jiang Che picked his nose. "Fourth Ancestor, do I look like someone devoid of desire and emotion to you?"
With that one sentence, Jiang Che dumbfounded Fourth Ancestor!
Anyone else might be devoid of desire and emotion, but this guy absolutely could not be. They had just arranged a marriage for him a few days ago!
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