Tian Yuan

The Path to Immortality hangs high above all realms, connecting the mortal world with higher-dimensional worlds.

With unwavering resolve, Mu Cangyan strode forward along this path.

He raised his hand and parted the celestial mist blocking his way, and the figures gradually became clear.

Take several steps in a row, and venture deeper into the thick fog.

To outsiders, Mu Cangyan had disappeared from the Path to Immortality.

"He's gone!"

The emperors were surprised and all looked over.

"What happened?"

Nie Chang'an, who was about to step onto the path to immortality, hesitated. After a very careful examination, although he did not find Mu Cangyan's exact whereabouts, he was certain that the other party was still alive and had not been erased by the rules of the path to immortality.

"The path to immortality is mysterious and unpredictable. Our abilities are limited, and we cannot see through its mysteries."

Most emperors calmed their minds, not dwelling on the problem, but instead focusing on ways to become stronger. A tremendous opportunity was before them; they had to seize it, for time was precious and could not be wasted.

"I hope he will wake up."

In a certain corner, Ji Fushuang was dressed in an elegant and luxurious manner, making others dare not look directly at her, much less harbor any disrespectful thoughts.

She had no special feelings for Chen Qingyuan; they were just friends. She sincerely hoped that Chen Qingyuan could create an unprecedented legendary era, and as a witness, she felt honored to be a part of it.

On the path to immortality, in the ethereal mist space unseen by others, Mu Cangyan entered the deepest part of his heart.

The scene he saw was very familiar; it had been his nightmare, a living hell.

The Immortal Mist Rules revealed the things Mu Cangyan least wanted to talk about, forcing him to relive them. If his Dao Heart wavered even slightly, it would prove his mental state was unstable, disqualifying him from continuing forward.

This is a huge, dark dungeon where some people are held in groups and others are imprisoned in solitary confinement.

Every corner of the dungeon was filled with a stench of filth and filth, as well as a hint of debauchery.

The extreme cold felt like poisonous insects crawling all over everyone in the cage.

The wails of agony were constant, filling one with despair.

Here, even death is a luxury.

Suicide is simply impossible.

Mu Cangyan looked at the prison world that had once confined him, his eyes as calm as a still well, his heart undisturbed.

This cage imprisons countless beings of all races, men and women, young and old.

This is the place of the fallen ancient gods, where they indulged their desires in a way unknown to the world.

Some areas of the floor are dark red, likely due to blood seeping into the floor over time and impossible to remove.

"Kill me!"

"No! Please, let me go!"

"When will these days end?"

"why why?"

Those who had just entered were still pleading and struggling.

The person who has suffered a torment has lost consciousness and become completely numb, like a puppet without any emotional fluctuations, allowing others to manipulate them.

In a corner, there was a boy who was as thin as a rake.

He was wearing tattered clothes, and the size of the clothes was clearly not suitable for his body.

He had taken the clothes from a dead man because he had the blood of a god. Although he was young, he was very strong. The clothes were torn and could barely cover some vital parts.

Despite possessing divine genes, he was the lowest of slaves. Furthermore, his dantian was destroyed at birth, severing his innate foundation.

He was thrown into a centralized detention cell and should have died, but a woman covered in wounds took pity on him and struggled to hold him in her arms. She fed him with her daily rations, which she ground up and mixed with water.

This is the land of the fallen gods, so naturally there will be plenty of food and water to ensure that our playthings don't starve.

Several years later, his adoptive mother died.

Although he was only a few years old, he was already very tall and strong, so it wasn't difficult for him to grab some food.

Every so often, the number of familiar faces in the same cage as him would decrease significantly.

Some people treat slaves as food for the soul, while others regard them as their exclusive possessions.

One day, despite being a boy, he was chosen by a strange old man from the gods.

He endured humiliation, beatings, and all sorts of torture.

Harboring hatred, they gritted their teeth and persevered.

His vitality was incredibly strong; no matter how much pain he endured, he would grit his teeth and persevere. Day after day, year after year, every moment he prayed for divine mercy, hoping to be freed from his suffering and avenge his grievances.

Those painful memories that Mu Cangyan had buried deep in his heart were now all laid bare before him. In fact, his original consciousness experienced them all over again.

He did not defy the rules of the path to immortality, but let nature take its course.

Trying it again, Mu Cangyan felt no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

His eyes were calm, eerily so.

Having finished his journey, Mu Cangyan said indifferently, "My heart is firm; how could I be swayed by such a trivial matter?"

In his youth, he fantasized about all sorts of ways to get revenge.

As the years passed, he gradually forgot the pain of his youth.

Looking back now, I feel completely at peace.

Along the way, he has come to a profound understanding of the law of the jungle: the strong prey on the weak, and the mighty are respected.

Therefore, he wanted to reach the pinnacle of this world and no longer suffer humiliation. As for the lives of others, he cared nothing for them.

Although Mu Cangyan had come to terms with it, it didn't mean he would coexist peacefully with the gods. His earlier act of extracting the origins of the ancient gods without wiping out the surviving members wasn't out of mercy, but rather to make them suffer a fate worse than death.

wow——

Having confirmed that Mu Cangyan's state of mind remained calm, the celestial mist gradually dissipated.

His figure reappeared before everyone's eyes, gazing straight ahead with steady steps.

Upon seeing Mu Cangyan's imposing figure, the emperors remained silent in astonishment. They were very curious about where Mu Cangyan had gone and what he had encountered during the time he had disappeared.

"There was something inexplicable about him."

Nie Chang'an stared intently at Mu Cangyan, vaguely detecting unusual Daoist fluctuations—very faint, yet undeniably present.

That wisp of something transcended the realm of imperial authority.

The further you go on the path to immortality, the closer you get to the meaning of longevity!

Having adjusted his mindset, Nie Chang'an no longer hesitated and embarked on this path. He abandoned his seemingly kind smile, his expression turning icy cold.

"This person has also embarked on the path to immortality."

Everyone stared, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Meanwhile, in the special space constructed by the Myriad Origin Points, Chen Qingyuan stared at the fragment of the treasure cauldron in front of him, his eyes filled with confusion as he pondered.

Despite being in complete darkness, he could see every line on the fragment.

zizi——

As Chen Qingyuan observed the traces of time on the fragments, some images began to appear before his eyes, blurry and flickering.