To become a god, you must first go crazy! Junior sister will take you to crazy

Jun Mohan, however, remained calm and, after carefully assessing his surroundings, offered an objective assessment:

"It's not the evil power of unorthodox cultivators, but it's also different from the immortal power we have in the immortal realm."

It seems to be... more surging and pure than immortal power?

"More powerful than immortal energy?"

You were practically at the peak of the Immortal realm back then!

Yelang rolled his large, not very bright eyes around, and recalling the vague notion of "divinity" he had heard before, he suddenly felt he had understood, and was so excited he almost jumped up:

"Don't be cold, Jun Mohan! Don't be cold, Jun Mohan!"

Us! Us!

Did they all ascend to immortality?!

Jun Mohan condensed a ball of cyan sword energy in his palm, feeling the resonance of his natal sword, the Gentleman Sword. Looking at the boundless mist around him, he was undecided for a moment.

Moreover, it was just him and Yelang here.

"Let's look around and see if we can find anyone else."

They searched back and forth for a long time, but still couldn't find the boundary of the area or any other people.

Left with no other choice, Jun Mohan simply sat down and began to meditate and cultivate.

Although Yelang was anxious, he had no choice but to follow suit and meditate.

……

In another world that was extremely similar to this one, Chu You and Yun Banjian also slowly awoke.

This space is strange; a light drizzle is falling all around.

Looking at the man's chiseled face and then at his mysterious dark golden eyes that had somehow returned to their original color, Chu You felt her heart skip a beat, and a forbidden emotion began to spread wildly through her heart.

Stop!

We must never let those thoughts of insubordination get out of our minds!

She turned her head away as fast as she could, not daring to look.

"Teacher...master."

The moment that "Master" pierced my eardrums, the frozen dam deep within my mind collapsed with a deafening roar.

Yun Banjian's previously unfocused eyes gradually cleared.

Those images that had been sealed away for years suddenly came flooding back.

Centuries and millennia have passed, the world has turned... no, not just one lifetime. Countless images and whispers surged and exploded in my consciousness.

She wasn't his apprentice at all; she was clearly... his destined wife!

The term she called him most often wasn't "Master," but rather "Husband."

Various tones: coquettish, choked with sobs, joyful, and broken at parting...

But now, all of this has culminated in this distant and restrained "Master" before my eyes.

It turns out that the burning, agonizing feeling, the unbearable jealousy she felt towards others, was never some evil thought that shouldn't have existed.

That was an instinct that transcended mountains and seas, penetrated reincarnation, and was already etched into his soul.

Yun Banjian slowly raised his eyes, and the rain seemed to slide down his sharp jawline, as if shattering the barriers of a hundred lifetimes.

He looked at Chu You, who stood a few steps away, her eyes slightly red and her lips pursed white. She was still the little girl in his memory who had been wronged but stubbornly insisted on being strong.

He suddenly laughed.

The smile was very light, first spreading from the depths of the eyes, like a spring breeze melting the last bit of ice on a lake, then touching the corners of the lips, forming a smile that was completely different from the usual cool and aloof one, with a lazy and knowing curve that seemed to have settled down.

"long."

He called out, his voice low and hoarse, yet containing a familiarity and intimacy that came from something lost and found, a feeling that transcended time.

Chu You froze, her hand holding the umbrella trembling almost imperceptibly. This form of address… he seemed to have never called her that before.

Yun Banjian stepped forward, ignoring the chasm between the two of them that he had personally drawn, a chasm called "master and disciple."

The cool rain dampened his hair, and he raised his hand, with an undeniable gentleness, and gently touched the top of her head.

It was neither a senior's harsh comfort to a junior, nor a master's restrained encouragement to a disciple.

The palm was warm, and the fingers ran through her slightly cool hair, gently rubbing it in an extremely natural way, as if it had been done a thousand times before.

The gesture carried a guiding quality, as if soothing her, confirming her presence, or silently declaring the return of some kind of ownership.

"Why are you still the same as before?" he said in a low voice, with a barely audible sigh and a deep-seated doting affection, "always making me so worried."

Chu You froze on the spot, the raindrops forming a trickle and dripping down.

She looked up into his eyes, which were so close to hers, and the frost in them melted away, revealing a deep emotion that was completely unfamiliar to her yet inexplicably unsettling.

This is not her master.

Or rather, he was more than just her mentor.

……