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

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Lei Wujie sighed: "It seems this matter is not going to be easy."

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Three days isn't a long time, but if you just use it to wait, it's far too long.

This attic has nearly ten rooms of various sizes, each spotless and with neatly arranged bedding. It's hard to imagine that this is an isolated island inhabited by only one person.

But indeed, they didn't see a single person in the attic for two days.

Even Mo Yi has disappeared.

Most of the animals coming in and out of the attic were monkeys that walked upright like humans, cranes that brought them delicious wild fruits, and squirrels that circled around Lei Wujie repeatedly. They possessed a level of intelligence that their land counterparts could not match, and often seemed to understand human speech.

Xiao Se took a wild fruit offered by a crane, took a bite, and said, "It seems that Mo Yi has tamed the animals on this island very well."

“The Dao is profound and mysterious; those who approach it can absorb its spiritual energy. Once you reach his level of cultivation, you don’t need to deliberately tame them. These birds and beasts will naturally absorb his spiritual energy simply by spending time with him day and night.” Lei Wujie patted the head of a little squirrel that had jumped onto his shoulder.

Xiao Se glanced at Lei Wujie with slight surprise: "...You know all this?"

When Lei Wujie spoke of Taoist magic, it sounded like a grown man singing a ditty.

"Tch!" Lei Wujie scoffed. "You look down on me that much?"

"I don't know where he stole this line from." After spending some time together, Xiao Se had come to understand Lei Wujie's character quite well.

"You! Don't think that just because you're injured I won't dare to hit you!" Lei Wujie shouted.

"I don't have time for your nonsense." Xiao Se stood up, looked at the clouds and mist outside the window, and said solemnly, "Something's really wrong here."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie understood the gravity of the situation and turned to look out the window, following Xiao Se's gaze.

There's nothing here! Something's not right.

Xiao Se said in a deep voice, "The fact that there is nothing there is the biggest problem."

"The seal of the Eastern Realm has been broken. This is the location of the seal of the Eastern Realm, but it is as if nothing has happened. There is even a misty cloud that makes it look like a fairyland."

"There's definitely something wrong here."

Lei Wujie realized what was happening and exclaimed, "That's right! Snow Moon City suffered such a blow, but this place is extremely peaceful."

"Do you think it's because Mo Yi is too powerful? He's a legendary being in the Divine Realm!"

Xiao Se slowly shook his head: "If it's as you say, then that's the most unsettling thing. Since Mo Yi could withstand what was inside the seal, why did she let the seal break?"

Lei Wujie's heart sank, and he clenched his fists: "Since we're already here, we might as well fight him to the death!"

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At the summit of the immortal mountain, amidst swirling clouds and mist, Mo Yi, dressed in white, strode through the clouds and water, appearing as ethereal as a celestial being.

He clasped his hands and looked up at the sky, then chuckled softly, "Sister, we can finally meet again."

When he bowed deeply at the age of nine, he had already firmly established this belief.

Later, he became the most talented disciple of Huanglong Mountain, having read countless Taoist techniques and witnessed countless acts of immortality, but he never witnessed resurrection.

Later, he cultivated to become an unparalleled Earth Immortal at the edge of the world, but he still saw his master pass away before his eyes and was powerless to do anything about it. Only then did he realize that the way of heaven is ever-changing and his own power is ultimately insignificant.

Only when the seal was broken and a true immortal descended from heaven did he finally comprehend the most crucial aspect of this method of rebirth.

Mo Yi smiled slightly, lowered her head, and looked down at the fairy island, her eyes filled with laughter.

Until he saw that figure in black running swiftly across the island, he realized that the figure had been running for a day and a night, covering almost half of Penglai Island.

Mo Yi knew what he was looking for, and what he was looking for could very well become the variable of tomorrow.

But he wouldn't allow this final variable to occur.

Mo Yi leaped into the air, her long sleeves fluttering as she rode the wind, arriving before the man in black in an instant.

The man in black was none other than Sikong Changfeng, who was frantically searching for Baili Dongjun's whereabouts on the island. He was startled to see Mo Yi suddenly appear in front of him, but quickly composed himself and said as if nothing was wrong, "Mr. Mo Yi."

"Though they are ants, they are still an eyesore." At this moment, the gentle and mild smile that had appeared in Mo Yi's eyes a few days ago was gone, replaced by a cold and arrogant tone.

The so-called supreme transcendence of emotions—this is the true appearance of an immortal.

From the moment he appeared, Sikong Changfeng remained on high alert. Upon hearing Mo Yi's words, he immediately channeled all his inner energy.

Mo Yi took a step forward.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sikong Changfeng swung his spear like a dragon, unleashing his inner power to the heavens and his spear technique to the sea, unleashing all his strength, his momentum surging like a tidal wave!

Mo Yi's expression didn't change at all; he simply flicked his long sleeves.

Sikong Changfeng felt an internal force several times stronger than his own spear force rushing towards him. His technique was instantly broken, and he was sent flying.

This is the power of a divine journey to a mystical realm, a power that transcends the mortal world.

He was already a top expert ranked among the top on the list, having reached the Great Freedom Realm that many people could not reach in their entire lives, but in front of Mo Yi, he didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back.

Mo Yi flicked her long sleeves again.

"This time, you're going to die."

Chapter 86 The Battle Between the World's Greatest Demon and the Celestial Immortal!

Over the decades, Sikong Changfeng had experienced countless life-or-death battles, but never before had he felt death come so quickly, so without leaving any chance to resist.

He had only just unleashed the first move of his spear technique; dozens more unparalleled spear techniques lay ahead.

But he had no chance to unleash another spear strike. He couldn't even get reinforcements. Lei Wujie and Xiao Se couldn't possibly arrive at this time. And even if they did, Sikong Changfeng would advise them to run away quickly and not look back!

This Mo Yi isn't some overseas immortal at all; he's a devil!

"Is that all?" Sikong Changfeng sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Mo Yi's long sleeves had already hit his chest.

Suddenly, a fist of wind slammed down on Mo Yi's head!

This punch was more than ten times stronger than the one Sikong Changfeng had just thrown. Even Mo Yi could not underestimate it and had to immediately retract his long sleeves and gently wave them away to dissipate the force of the punch.

Sikong Changfeng landed unsteadily, looking around with delight. He was very familiar with that fist wind and shouted loudly, "Dongjun!"

"He's awake?" Mo Yi frowned slightly and murmured, "Impossible. If he were awake, he should have come looking for me long ago."

Sure enough, after that punch, no one appeared, and there was no other movement.

"Dongjun, is that you here?" Sikong Changfeng looked around, but no one answered him.

"It seems he's still unconscious. But he's too familiar with this person's aura, so he instinctively protected him." Mo Yi smiled slightly, and with a light tap of his toes, he instantly arrived in front of Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng had no time to react and was about to die under Mo Yi's long sleeves when that familiar aura reappeared. Sikong Changfeng was suddenly pulled backward by a burst of true energy, once again avoiding Mo Yi's killing move.

That surge of true energy was exceptionally fierce, instantly pulling Sikong Changfeng into a nearby cave.

Mo Yi sighed, "Fine."

He then swept his long sleeves, striking the cave entrance, causing a large amount of rubble to fall and seal the entrance shut.

"Once you drink the Meng Po soup, you will never wake up. You will all fall asleep and die in there together."

Sikong Changfeng was suddenly pulled into the cave by that true energy. He then saw that the cave entrance was covered by the rubble that Mo Yi had knocked down. He thought to himself that something was wrong, but then he thought: Could Dongjun be in the cave?

Looking around hurriedly, I saw that the cliff walls around the cave were covered with candles, and in the middle there was a huge stone table with a wine jar and wine cups on it. The wine seemed to have been drunk up, but the aroma of wine still lingered, and the whole cave was filled with a rich fragrance of wine.

A man was slumped over a stone table. He was dressed in a blue robe, had a neat mustache, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he were already drunk.

It was none other than the renowned wine connoisseur, Baili Dongjun.

"Dongjun!" Sikong Changfeng hurried over and called out loudly.

But Baili Dongjun didn't even blink, still fast asleep.

"Dongjun, wake up!" Sikong Changfeng gently nudged Baili Dongjun a few times, but seeing that he didn't respond, he hurriedly picked up the wine cup on the table: "What kind of wine did you drink to sleep so soundly?"

He picked up the wine glass, took a light sniff, and felt his mind wander for a moment, almost making him faint from drunkenness. He quickly put the glass down and remembered the legendary wine.

Meng Po soup.

Legend has it that when a person becomes a dead soul and crosses the Bridge of Helplessness to be reborn into the next life, it is placed in the hands of Meng Po, quietly waiting for you to drink it.

Life is full of suffering and hardship. After finishing this bowl, one feels a sense of relief, a complete severing of ties with the past.

According to Baili Dongjun, Meng Po's soup is the most magical wine in the world. It can plunge people into a great dream, in which they will remember all forgotten memories, and those who have left will return. They remain immersed in this most beautiful dream until they die. Some people will wake up, forgetting everything, and will be reborn into a new life.

He had been missing the final ingredient for the wine, and it seems he has found it here.

But will he be able to wake up from this long dream?

"who are you?"

“You don’t recognize me? My father’s name is Baili Chengfeng, and my mother’s name is Wen Luoyu. There’s no one in this city who doesn’t know me.”

You misunderstood my question. I asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Are you asking my name? My name is Baili Dongjun."

"Dongjun? That's a beautiful name. Dongjun's jade pendants jingle, and his green chariot has been descending from the nine passes for a long time. Only then do I realize that the jade sky is thousands of miles away, and the spring breeze has not yet reached the human world. Do you know this poem?"

"Never heard of it."

"This is a folk song from our hometown. In our hometown, Dongjun means the god of spring, and the god of spring represents hope."

"Is your hometown beautiful? This poem makes me feel beautiful."

"It is indeed beautiful, but it is completely different from the poems. There is no spring there, and it snows all year round. Sometimes it is beautiful, but most of the time it makes people feel very lonely. We look forward to the spring sunshine, when we can return to our homeland."

"So, I can help you?"

"Fool, you're just called Dongjun, not actually the God of Spring. I'm leaving now. See you again sometime."

How will I find you in the future?

"That might cause some trouble, as I won't have much freedom of movement. How about this: once you become a famous person, I'll know where you are and I'll come find you."

"it is good."

“Your father, Baili Chengfeng, and your mother, Wen Luoyu, are indeed very famous, but that’s not enough. You need to become even more famous.”

"it is good."

"Let's go! We'll meet again when you're famous."

"Let's have a drink, and that will serve as a vow."

"How come you're drinking at such a young age?"

"Because the wine is delicious."

Sikong Changfeng saw that Baili Dongjun's lips curled up slightly. He had been in a deep dream for ten days and had finally dreamt of the beginning of the story.

That year, they met for the first time.

At the age of twelve, he was a notorious spoiled brat in Qiandong City. Everyone in the city, from his grandfather, the Marquis of Zhenxi, to the street vendors, was terrified of him.

At fifteen, she shone like a jewel in every city she appeared in; her beauty was astonishing. Yet, she never spoke a word to anyone until she met him.

At that time, it would be ten years before the legendary Wine Immortal and the Northern Palace Princess met again.

Ten years later, in Snowmoon City, camellias bloom everywhere, and they meet again.

Another ten years have passed since the grand dream began.

"Dongjun..." Sikong Changfeng looked at the sleeping Baili Dongjun and murmured to himself, thinking that he was about to wake up, and couldn't help but call out to him.

However, Baili Dongjun kept his eyes closed and his brows relaxed, as if he was dreaming of something wonderful.

Another year has passed, and camellias are in full bloom.

This time, however, the mountain rain was pouring down, blood stained the white flowers, and everything had changed.

The woman in blood-stained clothes slowly fell to the ground.

Baili Dongjun withdrew his fist and stared at the woman in front of him in astonishment.

The woman in blood watched as the bloodstains spread across her body, but her face showed no pain. She only smiled bitterly and looked at Baili Dongjun: "You killed me."

"Killed me again."

"Again." Baili Dongjun felt a slight headache.

Something's not right, there's something vaguely off! Why did I kill her? Why did she say it was "again"?

Baili Dongjun suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

The reunion in the dream seemed so real, yet now, back in this vast cave, a sense of loss was inevitable. But…