Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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“I haven’t forgotten.” Baili Dongjun looked at his right hand and murmured, “Why do I remember everything? Is the legend false, or…”

"Dongjun!" Sikong Changfeng, who was standing aside watching Baili Dongjun finally wake up, was initially overjoyed, but then noticed that Baili Dongjun seemed a little lost in thought, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should disturb him.

Baili Dongjun turned his head, looked at Sikong Changfeng, and asked in surprise, "Changfeng?! What are you doing here?"

"I've come to find you," Sikong Changfeng said hurriedly.

"You came to find me? How do you know how to get here?" Baili Dongjun asked, puzzled.

"We figured it out by trial and error. Oh, right, the situation is extremely urgent! Han Yi might be in danger!" Sikong Changfeng said urgently.

"Han Yi?!" Baili Dongjun frowned slightly. "Han Yi is here too?"

“Yes, Han Yi has gone mad from practicing qi cultivation. I heard that this place can repair the soul, so I brought her here to find an immortal to heal her, but Mo Yi is acting very strangely,” Sikong Changfeng said in a deep voice.

“Mo Yi has fallen into demonic possession.” Baili Dongjun said in a low voice, “He has now entered the Ghost Immortal Realm. He is called an immortal, but he is actually a ghost, just like Ye Dingzhi.”

“I wanted to exorcise the demon for him, but he tricked me into drinking this cup of Meng Po soup first.”

Baili Dongjun then asked, "Why did Hanyi suffer a qi deviation?"

Baili Dongjun sighed: "The monster from beyond the realm descended upon Snow Moon City. My strength was insufficient, and I was unable to stop it. The entire Snow Moon City was destroyed by that monster."

"At the critical moment, it was Han Yi who was possessed by a demon and barely managed to kill the monster."

Baili Dongjun frowned deeply: "Has it really developed to such a critical situation?"

"We must get there immediately," Sikong Changfeng said in a deep voice, looking at the cave entrance blocked by falling rocks.

Baili Dongjun nodded, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and with a gentle wave of his long sleeve, the entire pile of fallen rocks was swept into ashes: "Let's go."

"Dongjun, did you drink the Meng Po soup?" Sikong Changfeng asked as he hurried along.

"Drinked."

"How about it?"

It was sweeter than I expected.

"Isn't it said that drinking the Meng Po soup would sever all past lives? But Dongjun, it seems you haven't forgotten anything?"

"Yes, it's not quite like the legend. Those memories have become an indelible mark, and can never be forgotten."

.....

Inside the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie were standing there. Strange things had been happening in the pavilion for the past quarter of an hour.

All the animals fled from the pavilion; the monkeys, the cranes, and the squirrels all ran away in a frenzy.

After a moment, they noticed some unusual activity in the surrounding soil. Lei Wujie went to investigate and discovered that long snakes and scorpions were emerging from the soil, following the animals as they fled. Some of them were natural enemies, but at this moment, they showed no regard for each other.

"What's going on?" Lei Wujie asked, puzzled.

Xiao Se thought for a moment and said, "Natural disaster."

"A natural disaster? Is there an earthquake, or is a volcano about to erupt?" Lei Wujie looked around.

“Perhaps it’s something even more terrifying than a natural disaster,” Xiao Se said.

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure in white floated in from afar and landed slowly.

She still arrived as if riding the wind, free and easy, but when Mo Yi raised her head, a ghostly purple glint flashed in her eyes.

"The three-day period has ended, and I have come to collect what I need."

"What is it?" Xiao Se asked.

Mo Yi extended a finger, a slender, jade-like finger, pointing at Li Hanyi in the room: "Her."

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se were both startled.

Mo Yi smiled and extended her right hand. "Come on."

"Go!" Xiao Se suddenly roared.

Lei Wujie drew his sword, and Xiao Se also forcibly took out the Wuji Staff and leaped out, heading towards Mo Yi.

"Not bad courage," Mo Yi said calmly, "but it's all for naught."

Lei Wujie drew his sword and unleashed his most powerful move, "A Thunderclap from Flat Ground," followed immediately by Xiao Se's strike.

But Mo Yi simply waved his sleeve, and a barrier appeared around him, blocking Lei Wujie and Xiao Se's full-force attack.

Lei Wujie thrust out his sword again, the sound of which was like a muffled thunderclap!

Mo Yi extended two fingers and grasped Lei Wujie's Heart Sword.

The sword's momentum vanished instantly.

"Why don't you kneel before an immortal!" Mo Yi stretched out his right hand and pressed down sharply.

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se both felt an immense force crashing down on them, instantly pinning them to the ground. They were so exhausted that they couldn't even move, let alone stop Mo Yi.

That's the difference between them; from the very beginning, they had absolutely no chance.

Everything was destined the moment they set foot on the island.

"What exactly do you want to do?!" Lei Wujie gritted his teeth and said.

Mo Yi waved his right hand, and countless boulders rose into the air in the distance. He pressed down with his right hand, and the boulders instantly turned into powder, spreading from the mountainside all the way to the coast. He waved his hand again, and countless trees rose up, covering the entire immortal mountain, high and low, undulating in various ways.

Using the stars in the sky as a reference, the entire immortal mountain was made into a star map.

Mo Yi turned around and looked at the cliff that soared into the clouds. He said softly to the two of them, "You must be very curious about what I'm doing."

"You'll find out soon enough."

With a casual wave of his hand, Mo Yi pulled Li Hanyi out of the room. Then, he leaped up and stood at the highest point of the entire pavilion. He stretched out his right hand and quickly waved it at the cliff, at which time some strangely shaped talismans appeared on the cliff.

Mo Yi turned around, gazed at the vast, boundless sea, and cried out to the sky:

"O soul, return home!"

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"O soul, return! Depart from your eternal abode."

Why are you in all directions?

And to leave that place is ominous. O soul, return home!

Xiao Se had seen this ancient poem in a book of ancient poems. It was written by the former Grand Master of the Three Clans of Chu for the deceased King of Chu.

Legend has it that on that day, the soul of the King of Chu did indeed return to the ancestral temple, but having nowhere to rest, it still vanished in an instant.

"O soul, return!" Mo Yi shouted wildly, pointing his hand to the sky. Instantly, dark clouds filled the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the sea surged as if a tsunami was about to strike.

Thunder roared, and it seemed as if a thousand troops were galloping across the sky.

A strong wind arose, whipping up seawater that poured down onto the island.

Mo Yi stood atop the pavilion, bathed in wind and rain, looking as ethereal as a celestial being descended to earth.

But can the souls of those who died decades ago truly come to this isolated island far removed from the world?

Li Hanyi's frail body was battered by the wind and rain, but since she was already unconscious, she did not react.

Xiao Se and Lei Wujie were still pressed down by the immense force, unable to stand up. Looking at the strange phenomena before them, they were deeply shocked.

What Mo Yi had to do was to rebirth someone who had already died.

Unheard of.

"Stop!" came a long shout.

The thunder subsided.

The wind stopped.

A figure in a green robe drifted over from afar and destroyed a small section of the star map with a single punch.

"Baili Dongjun!" Mo Yi threw Li Hanyi aside and shouted angrily.

“Mr. Mo.” Baili Dongjun landed steadily on a large tree, his tone still quite respectful.

"I saved you from danger in the past, and today I'm helping you brew the Meng Po soup. Why are you ruining my plans?" Mo Yi said angrily.

“Mr. Mo, you have fallen into demonic possession. Turn back before it's too late.” Baili Dongjun sighed softly, “The past is gone, why cling to it so stubbornly?”

"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to tell me what to do?" Mo Yi suddenly waved his sleeves, and wind and thunder seemed to stir within them.

“Alright, I won’t stop you, sir. But Han Yi is the second city lord of my Snow Moon City, and I’m taking him with me,” Baili Dongjun said.

“No.” Mo Yi said coldly.

“Then there’s no other way.” Baili Dongjun shook his head: “Sir, you have done me a favor, so please make the first move.”

"You?" Mo Yi raised an eyebrow: "You think you're worth my time?"

Baili Dongjun extended his right hand and said again, "Please!"

Mo Yi moved swiftly and arrived in front of Baili Dongjun in an instant, then suddenly waved his long sleeves.

Amidst winds and rain from all directions, and the stirring of thunder and lightning.

They all hurled their weapons at Baili Dongjun.

Baili Dongjun's figure had already disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared below the attic.

Among the various light-body techniques in the world, there is Wudang's Cloud Ladder Leap, Tianshan's Eight Steps Chasing Cicada, and Xiao Se's number one movement technique in the world, Cloud Riding and Wind Riding Step.

However, none of them can compare to the movement techniques of Mo Yi and Baili Dongjun at this moment. What they used was no longer any particular move or style, but rather contained the principles of heaven and earth, and they acted purely with their hearts.

"Go!" Baili Dongjun waved his hand, instantly dissipating the immense force.

Xiao Se and Lei Wujie were finally able to catch their breath, and Sikong Changfeng finally caught up at this time: "Are you alright?"

Xiao Se looked up at the top of the pavilion: "Senior Hanyi is there."

"I'll go." Sikong Changfeng raised his head, leaped up, and soared upwards.

But he was struck down with a palm.

A sage stroked my head, tied my hair, and bestowed upon me immortality?

Sikong Changfeng gave a bitter smile. Being touched like that could really mean certain death.

He suddenly swung his spear to block the palm strike, but his body quickly plummeted downwards.

Baili Dongjun leaped up from beside him and clashed palms with Mo Yi.

Mo Yi stepped back and landed steadily on the pavilion.

Baili Dongjun fell downwards at the same time, his feet landing heavily on the ground, sinking nearly a foot into the soil.

Lei Wujie exclaimed with delight, "As expected of Uncle-Master Baili, you've killed this half-human, half-ghost thing!"

Xiao Se was also secretly delighted. Although Baili Dongjun was one of the top experts in Beili, Mo Yi's realm was far above Baili Dongjun's. But he didn't expect that Baili Dongjun could be evenly matched with the immortal Mo Yi just now. Could it be...?

Looking at Mo Yi, who was deeply possessed by demonic possession, Baili Dongjun asked in a deep voice, "What exactly happened back then? Why did you become like this? And what about Daoist Qingfeng?"

Mo Yi lowered his head, looked at Baili Dongjun, and did not answer, but said: "It seems that after this great dream, you have broken through the realm."

Baili Dongjun nodded: "Yes, I have entered the Divine Travel Mystic Realm."

Wandering freely between heaven and earth, the Dao is vast yet serene.

"I had a long dream, and in the dream I saw someone." Baili Dongjun closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling the scene in the dream: "She told me that she hoped I would not regret it. After waking up, I felt clear-headed, and after a slight exertion of my internal energy, I found that I had actually broken through to a higher realm."

"Now that you've entered the Divine Realm, you're qualified to speak with me." Mo Yi said calmly, "All of this is related to what happened twenty years ago."

"Twenty years ago?" Baili Dongjun was taken aback. "Could it be that incident?"

Mo Yi nodded slowly: "I should thank Ye Dingzhi. If it weren't for him, I might never have known how to revive Xiao Lü'er."

"Actually, I cultivated myself into an immortal for only one thing: to resurrect my sister."

"No matter how Ye Dingzhi becomes a demon or how he slaughters, it has nothing to do with me."

"It was only on my master's orders that I went with him to kill Ye Dingzhi."

"In that battle, although Ye Dingzhi was sealed away in the end, the dense demonic energy also seeped into my body."

"Add to that my deep-seated obsession, and I became possessed by demons."

Lei Wujie was immediately shocked: "What?! It was him who sealed away Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Demonic Sect, back then?"