Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

"Is it rotten?"

Qianli Ming waved his hand dismissively, "No, it was originally a tree, but now it has become a dead tree."

Wang Mu couldn't help but marvel that the Old Demon King was actually a tree, which meant that cultivation must have been even more arduous and difficult.

The surprise and admiration written on Wang Mu's face made the elders of the demon race shine even brighter.

“In that case, I will go to Snake Mountain in two days,” Wang Mu said.

An elder asked respectfully, "What does the Emperor require us to prepare, or what should we do?"

Wang Mu rubbed his knuckles back and forth on the tip of his nose, pondered for a moment, and then said, "At that time, there should be no living creatures within twenty feet of Old Demon King, and nothing else."

The emperor's miracles were witnessed by all, and everyone believed the words spoken by Emperor Wang Mu without a doubt.

The elders quickly raised their glasses to drink together, and the atmosphere of the banquet became lively and familiar.

Nightmare had been given a lot of wine by the White Tiger and was already drunk, sprawled on the soft couch.

Baihu then moved closer to Xuanwu's small table. The two watched Wang Mu moving back and forth in the crowd and sighed with Xuanwu.

"Once upon a time, oh once upon a time."

Looking back, I can't help but sigh at how quickly time flies. I also marvel at how everything in this world is governed by cause and effect. No matter how many times I've gone around in circles, the person I've been following is still the same person.

Xuanwu poured more wine for Baihu, and the two clinked glasses and drank together.

"Alas, his memory has been sealed away, so when I recall it, it all feels like it happened yesterday."

Despite having followed Wang Mu for a long time, neither of them remembered what had happened back then.

Taotie watched Qiongqi drinking heartily with the demons below the stage, and listened to Baihu and Xuanwu's melancholy beside him, but did not join in the conversation. He just stared blankly at the wine cup.

He possessed all his memories, and while he envied the White Tiger and Black Tortoise for forgetting their past lives, he was also afraid of this very thought of his own.

If I were to forget all those things and those people, I would be unforgivable.

After drinking and chatting with everyone for a long time, Wang Mu, unable to hold his liquor, staggered back to the high platform.

While going up the steps, he lost his balance and almost fell backward, but fortunately Taotie was quick-witted and grabbed him.

After helping Wang Mu to sit down, Wang Mu rested his heavy head on his hand, frowned, and looked at the many Taotie that appeared in his line of sight with flushed cheeks.

It took several grabs with my hands to finally catch Taotie's arm.

She rested her head on Taotie's arm and whispered.

"Tianqi, thank you for your hard work."

Taotie was startled and raised its hand to cover its face.

His whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

He was the one who gave it that name, and only he ever called it that.

Now that he's really back, I no longer have to bear this burden alone.

After several rounds of drinks, the banquet finally ended, and everyone left, tipsy, to their own separate places.

Wang Mu was helped back to his room by Taotie.

Despite the differences in their relationship, everyone enjoyed themselves at today's banquet, and the happiest person throughout the entire event was Yin Wangmu.

After all, the young man he once valued has now surpassed him in cultivation.

Yin Wangmu could no longer discern Wang Mu's current cultivation level, and Wang Mu had never revealed his current cultivation level. Yin Wangmu guessed that Wang Mu should have already entered the Saint Realm.

Zhong Wanling and Wang Mu always seemed to be quietly watching each other, neither intimate nor distant, and they were both quite content with this.

Time passed very quickly.

On this day, Wang Mu was about to set off for Sheshan.

"Take me with you."

"Your Majesty, take me with you too. I'm worried about you."

After what happened before, Cen Yimu and Chen Xianyu, even though Wang Mu's cultivation level was much higher than theirs, were still worried and both said they wanted to go with Wang Mu.

Now that Wang Mu was fearless, he smiled and shook his head, agreeing to everything.

"Just think of it as taking you guys on a trip."

Looking at Zhong Wanling, who remained silent to the side, Wang Mu's smile was very gentle, even somewhat restrained.

"Do you want to go too?"

Everyone has many facets. When dealing with different things and different people, we subconsciously use different attitudes and different expressions.

Wang Mu always indulged Cen Yimu, Chen Xianyu, and their disciples, letting them have their way in most matters.

As for the divine beasts, ferocious beasts, and Xiao Cheng, Wang Mu felt more guilt and unwavering trust.

There were two people whose attitudes towards Wang Mu were the most unique.

One is his mentor, Yin Wangmu, who has always recognized and supported him.

The other one is Zhong Wanling.

Undeniably, Wang Mu likes Zhong Wanling, and perhaps Bai Di's influence plays a part in this.

Perhaps influenced by the White Emperor, the two always maintained a delicate distance in their relationship, and both were exceptionally polite and reserved in their attitude towards each other.

They all seemed afraid of ruining something.

Zhong Wanling looked at Wang Mu and nodded.

"If it's convenient, I'll go with you."

Knowing what the two children were thinking, Yin Wangmu gave them a push.

"It's getting late, the four of you should hurry on your way. Make sure you all come back safe and sound. Understand?"

Yin Wangmu patted each of the little ones' heads.

Without further ado, the four set off for Snake Mountain.

What would normally be a two-hour journey was completed in less than half an hour under Wang Mu's leadership.

Qianli Ming and several elders had been waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing Wang Mu's white-clad, light-haired figure from afar, they stood with their hands clasped in respect.

"We have been waiting for the Emperor for a long time."

Qianli Ming bowed and said.

"It's been a long time, Elder Qianli."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Qianli Ming led the group into a cave.

The cave wasn't very spacious and was extremely damp; the slippery moss almost caused Zhong Wanling to slip.

Fortunately, he managed to stand firm by using his sword to brace himself against the crevice in the rock.

"Elder, why are we going in here? Is it some kind of paradise that leads to us?"

Chen Xianyu looked around curiously. There was nothing in the cave except for moss and stones. Because it was so damp, ordinary torches could not burn. The light in the cave was all supported by magic.

An elder following behind Qianli Ming stroked his beard, which stretched past his chest.

"Young man, don't be impatient."

"Although this cave has no stele, it has a name. This cave is called Dream Moon Cave."

"As you can see, this cave is extremely damp, and nothing grows except for moss."

As we talked and walked, we passed through a long, narrow tunnel, and suddenly the view opened up before us.

Before them stood a large tree, and the elder said, "This is the true form of the Old Demon King Wan."

The situation of the Old Demon King is different from that of the Seal King Wood. The Seal King Wood was still alive at that time, but now the Old Demon King can only hope that the Black Jade Demon Core can play its maximum role.

Wang Mu did not hide anything and clearly told all the elders about the situation.

"Since it's already come to this, let's try anything, even if it's a dead end."

"Yes."

"Your Majesty, we believe in you."

The elders all agreed to continue, which gave Wang Mu some confidence.

“Alright, everyone, go outside the cave and wait. If I don’t come out, you must not approach me, and no one is allowed to approach this mountain,” Wang Mu instructed.