Chapter 1917: Jin Mo

A single remark brought Xu Xiaoshou to his senses. He truly realized he had "overlooked" Kui Lei Han.

How could this prodigy, capable of comprehending Transcendent Divine Will—an epoch-making power—through a single cross-legged meditation, be content with remaining subordinate?

For instance, from the glimpses of Kui Lei Han's early life that Dao Peipei had shared, it was clear he was a fiercely unyielding individual, someone who would travel thousands of miles to bring his enemies to their knees.

Even if the Three Ancestors were strong, how could they make Kui Lei Han give up?

However, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't quite agree with the notion of "not looking at the person, but at the weapon." The Overlord's Blessing perfectly complemented Shen Yi, just as the Evil Sin Bow enhanced Ai Cangsen. But bringing out a broken sword like Green Dwelling just to make up numbers was absurd. And what could the Sky-Shattering Hammer possibly represent for Kui Lei Han? Even if he passed the Sky-Shattering Hammer to Cao Er Zhu, how could that be interpreted as Kui Lei Han placing his ultimate plan on his son? Was Kui Lei Han merely a facade, and the Sky-Shattering Hammer his true form? In other words, Cao Er Zhu's father was actually a hammer?

"Old Show-off Daoist, you're beating around the bush a bit. If you have something to tell me, just say it directly." But Dao Qiongcang offered no further explanation, simply stating:

"Lord Shou, Kui Lei Han has kept Transcendent Divine Will hidden for so long that even I don't know much about it. As you know, all my deduction and calculation abilities are built upon 'known information.' But to ask me to deduce the qualitative breakthroughs he's made in Transcendent Divine Will over the past thirty years, based on his power form thirty years ago—that's giving me too much credit."

Xu Xiaoshou considered it and agreed. If Dao Qiongcang could do that, it would have been him, not Kui Lei Han, who comprehended Transcendent Divine Will thirty years ago. He wasn't a genius who could create something from nothing; his strength lay in his ability to generate myriad things from three.

"So?"

"Therefore, everything I've just said is based on my personal conjecture. Lord Shou, you can choose to listen or not."

All guesswork? Xu Xiaoshou felt a jolt. What was the difference between this and utter nonsense?

Dao Qiongcang, however, was very sincere: "But if you ask for my advice, Lord Shou, giving the Ancestral God's Fate to Er Zhu is the only optimal choice, combining both surprise and reasonableness—Cao Yi Han definitely has a backup plan!"

Xu Xiaoshou tried to understand Dao Qiongcang but remained puzzled: "Cao Er Zhu is only at the Void Refinement stage. He's not one of the Ten Great Venerables, and there are still Half-Saints and Saint Emperors above him. With those paths yet untraveled, giving him the Ancestral God's Fate would be like possessing a treasure that invites disaster."

Dao Qiongcang smiled at this, then slowly analyzed:

"Lord Shou, even someone as unnaturally intelligent as you thinks this way. What about the Three Ancestors? Have you considered that this might be precisely the effect Kui Lei Han wants: to hide everything within Cao Er Zhu, without alerting the Ancestral Gods?"

This was truly going against the grain! It was indeed a direction someone as suspicious and cautious as Dao Qiongcang would deeply consider!

But what kind of "backup plan" could enable Cao Er Zhu to suddenly erupt at a critical moment, becoming a powerful being capable of resisting the Three Ancestors, or even seizing the Dao from the Demonic Ancestor?

Xu Xiaoshou was suddenly startled. Possession? A fusion? No way, even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs! If this happened to Dao Qiongcang, he'd find it natural, but Kui Lei Han didn't seem like that kind of person.

The Psychic Art remained silent for a long time, and Xu Xiaoshou's confusion, far from being resolved, only deepened.

Dao Qiongcang's thoughts, however, were exceptionally clear; he added a few tangential points:

"Lord Shou, official matters have their official solutions, and deductions have their deductive solutions. The entire process built on conjecture is not inherently important; there's no need to waste extra brain power calculating it, because our understanding is already fragmented. You only need to start from the result and calculate the gains and losses."

Gains and losses? Following the flamboyant Daoist's line of thought, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly had an epiphany. No matter how absurd the matter itself seemed, if betting on Cao Er Zhu failed, the only loss would be one Ancestral God's Fate. But if it succeeded, Kui Lei Han might be able to outwit the Demonic Ancestor, even severely injure or seize his Dao!

"Well, I'll be." A meticulous calculator had effortlessly stepped out of the constraints of the calculation process, while he himself had almost fallen into a trap. Dao Qiongcang was more than just a two-bit trickster! This guy was truly cunning, and audacious enough to not only think but also act!

"But what if the Golden Birdcage isn't on Kui Lei Han, but on Cao Er Zhu, making the ultimate recipient a variable? For example, if Dao Qiongcang failed, could he then snatch Cao Er Zhu and secure a retreat route?"

Xu Xiaoshou suppressed this thought. The flamboyant Daoist's true intentions surely extended beyond what he had stated. After all, he had talked so eloquently for so long, yet in the end, it was supposedly for Kui Lei Han's benefit, Cao Er Zhu's benefit, and even his own, with no mention of any personal gain for Dao Qiongcang. This was very un-Dao Qiongcang! Yet he still did it, which could only mean the benefits he stood to gain were far greater than Xu Xiaoshou imagined.

"Having too shrewd a teammate isn't always a good thing..." Xu Xiaoshou felt a little helpless, but upon reflection, he realized he was thinking on a superficial level, while Dao Qiongcang, who had known Kui Lei Han for a long time, had considered things more deeply. The Ancestral God's Fate, then, would be given to Cao Er Zhu, hoping it would bring a surprise rather than a shock.

"You're right."

In the Temporal Rift, Jiang Na Yi gazed affectionately at Yan Sheng before him, offering a ring. "How about you handle this matter?"

Yan Sheng was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting such a turn of events. In his surprise, his hand was already taken and lifted. Jiang Na Yi slowly slid the diamond-studded spatial ring onto Yan Sheng's ring finger, saying, "Protect our son well."

What a Xu Xiaoshou! What a Golden Birdcage! When his Saint Sense confirmed that the spatial ring indeed contained a genuine Ancestral God's Fate, Dao Qiongcang's thoughts began to stir.

Without the Ancestral God's Fate in hand, his Dao Heart had been as firm as bedrock. But with the Ancestral God's Fate in his grasp, even he couldn't help but entertain such thoughts:

"Ascending to heaven in one step is a path. And aren't the paths of the Demonic Ancestor, Medicine Ghost, and Shadow of Evil also paths? First becoming a God and Ancestor, then systematically progressing towards the two-in-one, the one-to-zero, and discerning one's own direction—compared to a 'make-or-break battle,' this path offers greater security. Why not give it a try?"

Dao Qiongcang suppressed these thoughts.

Dao Qiongcang realized even he found it hard to suppress them. His brain became uncontrollably active, beginning to analyze which of the two paths offered greater benefit, as they were intrinsically neck and neck.

Yan Sheng trembled all over, as if his finger were about to be pulled off. He hastily tried to slip off the spatial ring, this 'demonic item,' and return it:

"In my opinion, it should still be you..."

Jiang Na Yi held his hand, slid the spatial ring back on, and whispered into his ear, his warm breath tickling:

"Don't go by your opinion, go by mine."

Yan Sheng felt as if struck by lightning. Jiang Na Yi looked at him with tender affection. After a deep mutual gaze, they dared not discuss the spatial ring further under the gaze of the Three Ancestors.

"Alliance Leader!" "Alliance Leader Yan Sheng, the Heavenly Alliance members have assembled! We should withdraw from the front lines now!" A voice echoed from the large tent behind them.

Yan Sheng snapped back to his senses, quickly swatting away Jiang Na Yi's hand, and retreated half a step to avoid being too close and inviting gossip. "I should go. Thank you, Brother Jiang, for saving my life." Yan Sheng clasped his fists solemnly and advised, "The Temporal Rift is a place of trouble and no longer suitable for prolonged stay. Brother Jiang, where do you plan to go next?"

Jiang Na Yi lightly brushed his sleeves, chuckled elegantly, and gazed into the distance: "I'll go to the Central Domain. I must return once more to the place where I suffered defeat. Fortune and misfortune are intertwined; I'll seek some opportunities there."

"Ling Yu?"

"No..." Jiang Na Yi shook his head, offering no further explanation.

Yan Sheng stopped pressing, asked no more questions, and after another clasped-fist salute, turned and left.

"Until we meet again."

At the same time, the Psychic Art transmitted Dao Qiongcang's final few questions: "Xu Xiaoshou, if the battle of Hua and Ba ends with Ba Zun'an's defeat, will you intervene?"

"Yes."

"If someone advises you that Hua Changdeng must not die, will you disregard everything and forcefully kill him?"

"If I can."

"What if it's someone very close to you who advises you, such as me, or Yu Zhiwen, or Ba Zun'an on his deathbed..."

"If even Ai Cangsen had to die, why should Hua Changdeng be spared?"

Dao Qiongcang was silent for a moment: "I understand." As if afraid Xu Xiaoshou might misunderstand, he added at the end: "When necessary, I will assist you."

Jin Ren was very busy. After a journey through the Temporal Rift, he hadn't even managed to see Kui Lei Han or exchange a single word. Meeting Dao Qiongcang was an unexpected gain, but in the end, he summarized that he had somehow inadvertently handed over the Ancestral God's Fate. He felt as if he had been tricked out of one...

But it wasn't without gain. Dao Qiongcang could deceive about some things, but not others. For example, his ambition to become a Dao Ancestor was obvious, and Jin Ren could easily guess it. Returning the Golden Birdcage to Dao Qiongcang was also at the main body's instruction, serving as a test. Regardless of whether that Ancestral God's Fate was used by Cao Er Zhu, his father, or Dao Qiongcang in the end, Xu Xiaoshou still had three; he wasn't distressed. Testing the Dao Heart at the cost of just one was a very worthwhile transaction.

Jin Ren's summary and review didn't take long, because his schedule was too tight; he had to prepare for the next location. His main body, that cursed one, was now comfortable, hiding away with leisure to play Animal Chess, while Jin Ren was rushing non-stop to Crossroad Corner.

The Temporal Rift battlefield and Kui Lei Han were left for Dao Qiongcang to handle completely. The remaining two main battlefields were Ling Yu Mountain and Crossroad Corner. At Ling Yu Mountain, Ba Zun'an was present, and after delivering the Blazing Python, Jin Ren had no immediate tasks there. However, Crossroad Corner...

While it was said that a single deity could overcome myriad difficulties, the main body dared to let go because Jin Ren knew he himself had been arranged to be there. Jin Ren always had to be present. Of course, there was also the Blood World Pearl at the center of the storm, so entering the fray personally seemed somewhat suicidal.

"Uh-ah-ah—" Jiang Na Yi went mad, frantically slapping himself thirteen times, as if putting on a self-mutilation show. Until his face was swollen with red marks, nearly beaten to a pulp, and his consciousness was fully slapped awake, he still couldn't recall what had just happened.

"Damn it!" His memory seemed to be in chaos. It was as if he had dreamt a grand dream. In the dream, he entered a golden world with myriad Buddhas chanting sutras, magnificent beyond compare. Upon waking, he felt a profound sense of loss, as if something had been misplaced.

"What did I lose?" Jiang Na Yi scratched his head, dishevelling his topknot, utterly bewildered.

Yan Sheng had left. Jiang Na Yi had originally thought that by saving him and presenting a "certificate of allegiance," he could curry favor with another powerful figure and secure his later life. He never expected that the Alliance Leader, even after receiving his life-saving grace, would largely ignore him in the end. What a heart of stone, hmph!

Lost in troubled thoughts, unsure of his future prospects or what path to take. In a daze, Jiang Na Yi found himself at the edge of the Temporal Rift, one step away from returning to the Northern Domain's Spirit Refining Realm.

"Go back?" This step, however, was lifted slowly. He had come to the Temporal Rift to seek refuge. Thanks to Dao Xuanji, the entire Jiang Clan of Northern Domain's Puxuan was now annihilated, leaving only him, a sole surviving widower of the Jiang clan, who had escaped calamity and come here to avoid risk. Unexpectedly, he was more like a Blood World Pearl than a Decaying Body; when he went to Gui Zhe Sacred Mountain, the mountain exploded, and when he came to the Temporal Rift, the rift nearly collapsed too. He had intended to take up Jiang Buyi's banner and restore the Jiang Clan's former glory, but the Jiang Clan was gone. He hadn't even fought, yet he kept losing, and now Jiang Na Yi was simply powerless. Was this life? Always falling again in a similar spot to where one had fallen before?

The ancient pavilions were buried in the misty rain; looking back, he suddenly realized he was all alone, with no companions left by his side. The biting wind carried a few wisps of grey hair scattered by his temples. Jiang Na Yi stood rooted, his heart aged, tears streaming down his face. "Old friends are withering away, like leaves falling from a tree..."

Looking back on this life... Never mind, there's nothing worth reviewing. Just a perpetual second-place, his entire life suppressed by the brilliance of his elder brother Jiang Buyi. Even after his death, he remained overshadowed by his name, a miserable life with no chance of turning things around.

Logically, when life is this tragic, there should be a turning point, a reversal of fortune, right? Jiang Na Yi thought day and night, always holding onto hope. After all, how could a true man, living between heaven and earth, remain perpetually oppressed beneath others? If it were possible, who wouldn't want to be the protagonist for once? Unfortunately, Jiang Na Yi couldn't. His talent was lacking, his abilities insufficient; he couldn't compare to Lord Shou, nor to the Ten Great Venerables. Besides a miraculous windfall changing his fate, there was no other way. But a daydream like a miraculous windfall...

Jiang Na Yi chuckled self-mockingly, no longer daring to dream, and stepped into the swirling snow. "Let this vast expanse of wind and snow..." He let out a long howl, trying to express the depression in his heart. Unfortunately, his literary talent was limited; he held it in for a long time, his face turning red, and could only bellow out, "Smother my face!"

His thoughts jolted. Jiang Na Yi suddenly hunched over like a shrimp, his face sly, and bent over to look around. He found that his surroundings were not the familiar snowy landscape of the Northern Domain.

"I didn't come back?" Instead, it was as if he had arrived in the myriad-Buddha kingdom from his dream, with hazy mists everywhere and faint golden light shimmering all around.

"Om Mani Padme Hum...""Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Without any intonation, short, rapid Buddhist chants were recited at a high frequency in his ear, making his scalp tingle and sending chills down his spine.

"Hmph!" Jiang Na Yi roared, trying to bolster his courage: "Who are you, imposter, playing tricks? I am Jiang Na Yi of the Northern Domain, reveal yourself at once!"

The myriad-Buddha kingdom remained silent. But the Buddhist chants grew increasingly rapid, sounding sinister and demonic, chilling him to the bone.

Jiang Na Yi's knees buckled, and he immediately dropped to his knees, clasping his hands together and beginning to beg for mercy:

"Senior, great being, please spare me! This junior did not intend to offend; I don't know how I stumbled into this sacred place, but I swear I have no greedy intentions. Please, I beg you, let me go back. I just want to live... My life has been enough already."

The Buddhist light exploded and dispersed. The myriad-Buddha kingdom instantly crumbled. Black beams emerged from the void, vaguely revealing an inverted eighteen-story stupa tower, its golden body instantly tainted black. Beneath the tower, a coffin shook, emanating sinister demonic energy, which coalesced in the illusory heavens to form a stone statue hundreds of feet tall.

"I'll be damned..." Jiang Na Yi secretly lifted an eyelid for a glance, his heart turning to ash. He might as well consider himself dead; living had lost all meaning anyway. This imagery—he might not have known it before the Temporal Rift, but now, who in the Five Domains didn't recognize it? The Demonic Ancestor!

Amidst the rumbling heavens, a thunderous voice descended, making one's heart tremble and vision blur: "Since you have seen this Ancestor, why do you not bow?"

Blood spurted from Jiang Na Yi's seven orifices, and he nearly died on the spot. But he clutched onto his last shred of consciousness, prostrating himself on the ground and wailing: "I am bowing, Ancestral God! Jiang Na Yi is bowing! Please look at me! I bowed a long time ago! I am one of your disciples, a Spirit Refiner!"

The Demonic Ancestor's Divine Court? What happened to him? How did he end up here? Could it be that I, Jiang Na Yi, have been chosen? But... This is the Demonic Ancestor! Demons represent evil! Do I, Jiang Na Yi, look like an evil person? My heart has always been directed towards the bright moon!

Jiang Na Yi's thoughts surged; he felt both a desire for death and a sense that he had truly been hit by a miraculous windfall. Perhaps... Setting aside the absurd, could I, Jiang Na Yi, actually succeed?

"What is 'Demon'?" The thunderous voice descended from the heavens again. This time, it sounded like a test. Yes, it was a test... Jiang Na Yi's thoughts boiled, his eyes bloodshot. At this moment, he knew that the chance to defy fate lay in his answer. So, what is a demon?

Jiang Na Yi raised his head, his face a mess of snot and tears, utterly filthy. He stared directly at the Demonic Ancestor's stone statue, refusing to lower his gaze again. His eyes held obsession, and his heart held delusion.

Looking back at his past, it was a scene of devastation. Striving for the righteous path, yet always beneath others. Flattering authority, yet still treated like a discarded shoe. Born with potential, yet refined into mediocrity. So, people with poor talent and insufficient ability, were they born to be inferior, as worthless as weeds, without any chance at all? No! Absolutely not!

In the Dao of Spirit Refinement, all beings are equal. Being a Saint is an opportunity, and being a Demon is also an opportunity. Jiang Na Yi rose, bearing the Demonic Ancestor's pressure, stepping forward one step at a time, his aura soaring, demonic energy erupting around him. Who says life cannot be youthful again? Heaven had given him another chance, and this time, he, Jiang Na Yi, would not cultivate the Dao step by step, step by step. He would ascend to heaven in a single stride! He would soar to the sky in one go! He would enter the demonic path, he would walk ahead of all cultivators in the Five Domains, he would be the highest, the supreme, Jiang Na Gao!

What is "Demon"? Jiang Na Gao had already found the answer. He roared hoarsely, looking up at the sky: "I am the Demon!!!"

The Demonic Ancestor's stone statue paused slightly, seemingly affected by the surging aura. After a long silence, it said: "You are not."

"Oh, oh." Jiang Na Yi retracted his neck, slumped back to the ground, sobbing. "As expected, am I still unworthy?"

"But this Ancestor can give you a chance to make a demonic pact." With a flash, Jiang Na Yi's eyes lit up, and he looked up again. "I accept!"

"All Spirit Refiners are this Ancestor's disciples. By forming a pact with a demon, you can gain seventy percent of its power... Jiang Na Yi, among all the cultivators in the Five Domains, who do you most wish to become? Speak freely."

I can just think it, and it will be so? Jiang Na Yi was surprised and delighted. The Ten Great Venerables immediately flashed through his mind. He envied the effortless life of the Ten Great Venerables, particularly Xiang Yaoyao. But Aunt Xiang essentially relied on Shen Yi, not her own self. So, throughout the world, who possessed the strongest 'self'?

First, exclude the Dao Palace Master, as his combat power wasn't strong. Next, Ba Zun'an, despite being spoken of so mysteriously, was only on par with Hua Changdeng, so he was just average. Shen Yi was no good; he was entangled with women. "Lust is a knife above the head," and I, Jiang Na Yi, don't indulge in women. Kui Lei Han, supposedly an alcoholic, was also just average...

After much thought, the Ten Great Venerables were a thing of the past. In today's Five Domains, the foremost person had to be that damned guy. Although he really didn't want to admit it, and despite their enmity, if he truly had to possess another person's life, Jiang Na Yi pondered briefly and had an answer: "Lord Shou!"

"Demonic Ancestor above, I want to become Xu Xiaoshou!"

This delusional statement, surprisingly, met with no opposition or mockery, as if demons were supposed to be like this, insatiably greedy, trying to swallow an elephant with a snake's appetite.

"Good." A light flickered on the Demonic Ancestor's stone statue's chest, emitting a flesh-colored pill. A human figure could vaguely be seen struggling frantically within it. "This is the 'Human Pill.' Swallow it, and you can become Xu Xiaoshou, gaining seventy percent of his power."

What? This is Xu Xiaoshou? Xu Xiaoshou has already been refined by the Demonic Ancestor? Jiang Na Yi felt something was off, but then he reconsidered: Xu Xiaoshou was indeed a Spirit Refiner, and even if his true self hadn't been caught by the Demonic Ancestor, cultivating the spiritual path made him one of the Demonic Ancestor's disciples. Extracting seventy percent of his power was easily understandable.

"Do you dare swallow this 'Human Pill'?"

The Demonic Ancestor actually looked down on him? Did he really think Jiang Na Yi was some kind of good person? "Why wouldn't I dare?" Jiang Na Yi took the Human Pill and opened his mouth to swallow.

"This pill is called 'Jin Ren'. Swallow it, form a pact with a demon, and you will lose five hundred years of lifespan, become my lifelong servant, and be used by me. You must also carry out this Ancestor's divine decree, proceeding to Crossroad Corner to execute a mission. Knowing all this, do you still dare to swallow this pill?"

Jiang Na Yi froze. Jiang Na Yi burst into laughter. "Just five hundred years of lifespan? I'd give you five thousand! Just a servant? My life has been so miserable; where wouldn't I be someone's servant? Compared to the useless Dao Xuanji, or the ungrateful Yan Sheng, being a dog for the Demonic Ancestor is better than serving those idiots."

"I'll swallow it!" Jiang Na Yi swallowed the Human Pill without hesitation.

There was no bloody taste; instead, his mouth watered, similar to the sensation of swallowing a Divine Blessing pill. Good fortune arrived with insight, and the Dao rhythm surged. Jiang Na Yi's body trembled. He felt as if enlightened, suddenly grasping something profound.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." With a thought, layers of profound diagrams unfolded beneath his feet, encompassing space, life, sword, and art...

Jiang Na Yi's lips twitched. Jiang Na Yi's face convulsed. Jiang Na Yi laughed wildly, looking up at the sky. "Hahahahaha, hahahahaha, I've made it! I've made it! I, Jiang Na Yi, have made it!"

The Demonic Ancestor's stone statue watched silently, not quelling the ecstasy of someone who had attained the Dao overnight. After a moment, Jiang Na Yi regained his composure and prostrated himself willingly: "Master."

The Demonic Ancestor's voice descended again: "From now on, to the outside world, you are Jiang Na Yi. To this Ancestor, your demonic title is 'Jin Mo.'"

Jiang Na Yi shivered. This name was far stronger than his mundane name, Jiang Na Yi. "Yes!" After a pause, he asked again, "Master, may I ask what the mission at Crossroad Corner is?" He couldn't wait to set off immediately, to rampage through Crossroad Corner and fully experience Lord Shou's power!

The Demonic Ancestor's statue then projected another ray of light. Jiang Na Yi reached out to take it... With a thought, the object spatially transferred, appearing in his palm. The corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards. He gently pressed down. What timing! What destiny! His luck had turned!

"A scroll..." Jiang Na Yi quickly realized something. Could this be the legendary divine decree, surpassing Half-Saint profound edicts and Saint Emperor golden imperial orders? He tried to open it. He couldn't open it.

The Demonic Ancestor's voice descended: "This is a divine decree. Simply swallow it." Jiang Na Yi complied, waiting for the next instruction.

"Your mission to Crossroad Corner has three objectives. First, befriend Shen Yi and his group, demonstrate your power, and provide assistance when necessary."

Be an internal spy? I'm exceptionally good at that! Jiang Na Yi was exceptionally clever and immediately understood the Demonic Ancestor's intention: to make Shen Yi and the others mistakenly believe he was Xu Xiaoshou's trump card. He nodded immediately, indicating his understanding.

"Second, conceal your 'Jin Mo' identity. Externally, do not obey this Ancestor's commands; follow only the divine decree within your body, disregarding all else."

This means acting in front of the Demonic Ancestor, even playing a counter-role? Jiang Na Yi was eager to try; this sounded like too much fun. He nodded in assent.

"Third, find the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, keep a close eye on the Blood World Pearl throughout, and if Sui Yin detects anything unusual and speaks to you, you may indirectly reveal your 'Jin Mo' identity and temporarily befriend him."

Here comes the big one... Jiang Na Yi's heart sank upon hearing this. He had long heard of the Blood World Pearl. The Blood World Pearl combined with a Decaying Body, spying on the Five Declines of Heaven and Man was no simple task; it could very well lead to his death and the obliteration of his Dao. He hesitated, asking, "Master, my abilities are now very strong. Can I find a puppet and control it remotely to complete mission three, thereby avoiding the influence of the Decaying Body, Blood World Pearl, and so on?"

"No need," the Demonic Ancestor said lightly. "The Human Pill and divine decree are hidden within your body. When necessary, they will provide you with assistance and guidance. Go forth with peace of mind." Jiang Na Yi breathed a sigh of relief. The Demonic Ancestor was truly powerful, even calculating Sui Yin. Was this the war of the Ancestral Gods? Who was he, Jiang Na Yi, to be worthy enough to personally enter the fray?

"Yes, Master!"

Light and shadows swirled chaotically. Everything before his eyes faded, like a dream. Jiang Na Yi clenched his fists. For a moment, he thought everything that had just happened was fake, until...

"Spatial Transfer!" With a whoosh, he instantly teleported from outside the Northern Domain's Temporal Rift to the former Gui Zhe Sacred Mountain using spatial profound meaning.

Jiang Na Yi let out a long breath. The vast snowstorm, now, seemed colorful and magnificent!

"Ling Yu." With a buzzing tremor, Jiang Na Yi spatially teleported. After an instinctive "Disappearance Art," he vanished behind people and arrived at Ling Yu Mountain. He saw the Sword Ancestor. He saw Ba Zun'an, Hua Changdeng... He saw all the people and Ancestral Gods on the mountain that he could perceive, yet they and He could not see him. "Is this Lord Shou's life?" Jiang Na Yi reluctantly took another glance, resisting the impulse to charge into the battlefield and slap both Ba Zun'an and Hua Changdeng.

Spatial transfer once more. Jin Mo had Jin Mo's mission. Compared to the mere Hua and Ba at Ling Yu Mountain, Jin Mo's mission was more advanced, involving the Demonic Ancestor and Sui Yin!

"Crossroad Corner, tremble! I, Jiang Na Yi, have arrived..."