Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

In reality, Lu Wu didn't know that this move had once again led to his own downfall. At least for now, he still didn't know this and was busy deciphering those spaces.

In the world within the painting, Lin Yuan and Yun Yue sat cross-legged on the mountaintop. This small world within the painting was very different from Shen Qiu's own. Only this mountain was real, while the other mountains and waters surrounded it like an ink painting. It looked like they were in a painting, not in a separate world.

At this moment, the small world within the painting was shaking constantly, as if it had been violently dismantled. The two sat in the mountains and sighed.

Lin Yuan poured a cup of tea for Yun Yue. The aroma of tea and green smoke floated in the air, and the tea leaves drifted in the light green tea soup, creating ripples.

"Try a sip. This spiritual tea is rare; my master didn't give me much. Even if it's not for tasting, you should still drink some to recover your spiritual energy faster," Lin Yuan advised.

But Yun Yue stared at the tea in a daze, not because he was worried about what would happen next, but because this magical tea felt so familiar to him—both the aroma and the appearance were exactly the same as those his master drank. He recalled that his master treasured the tea leaves and rarely drank them. His master didn't eat all of them alone, though; he shared some with his fellow disciples.

He remembered that they had asked the master where the spiritual tea came from. The master said that it was given by his great master. Looking at the spiritual tea, he looked up at Lin Yuan with a strange look in his eyes.

Lin Yuan was also confused for a moment and asked, "Why are you looking at me with that expression?"

Yun Yue didn't answer, but silently untied the brocade bag tied around his waist and took out a small box. Lin Yuan didn't understand what was going on, until Yun Yue opened the box, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Ah, speaking of which, Brother Yunyue, I don't recall ever asking you about your sect?"

"Floating Clouds Temple..." Yun Yue replied.

"Floating Cloud Temple... Floating Cloud Temple..." Lin Yuan muttered twice, then searched his memory. He was certain he had heard of this name before, but where was it...? Wait, Floating Cloud Temple!

He remembered that it was his master's casual reminder. The master seemed to have created an immortal sect. That was the sect where his master's master was from. That immortal sect seemed to be called Floating Cloud Temple!

"You... Mr. Su is your master?" Lin Yuan asked, his eyes wide.

Yun Yue shook his head, and Lin Yuan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Yun Yue said, "He is my grandmaster."

The two were speechless for a moment. What a fate, meeting in such a remote place, it was truly unique.

"May I ask who you are?" Yun Yue asked curiously.

"My master is Shenqiu, a good friend of Mr. Su. I first met the old goat, the goat who accompanied Mr. Su. Strictly speaking, it was the old goat who introduced me to the art, and then my master taught me. I stayed with Mr. Su for a period of time in An County, Yan Dynasty."

Now it was truly clear. Yun Yue was both amused and exasperated; he hadn't expected such a connection: "Floating Cloud Temple isn't actually far from Li'an, and the name Shenqiu is legendary; my senior brother had mentioned it before."

The two smiled at each other. They were fellow villagers meeting each other, but they didn't expect it to be under such circumstances.

But now wasn't the time to reminisce. The surrounding space rumbled once more, then violently trembled. It took a long time for calm to return. Compared to reminiscing about the past, the more pressing issue now was how to overcome the current difficulties.

How long can this place hold out?

"Actually, I'm not entirely sure either." Lin Yuan smiled bitterly. He had just tried out the backup plan his master had given him, only to discover, to his dismay, that he couldn't call for help—they were separated by at least two spaces, and his cries for help would be intercepted before they could even be sent out.

"What should we do next?"

The two were speechless. Unable to defeat them, unable to escape, and without even a chance to call for help, they truly underestimated this kingdom of God.

"Actually, if I hadn't dragged you into this, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

"Haha, that's too formal. It was bound to happen sooner or later."

"Besides, the situation isn't entirely hopeless," Yun Yue comforted her.

"That's true, but it will be a hassle for you, sir." Lin Yuan wasn't afraid at all; he had powerful backers, and that was his source of confidence.

Lin Yuan wasn't shy about Su Mu. After all, it would be unwise to bother with such a matter of life and death. He also had to admire his master's wisdom. So he pulled two pieces of paper from his pocket.

"What is this?" Even with Yun Yue's discerning eye, he could see that this letter was extraordinary.

"The master has tested Mr. [Name]'s letter; it can ignore any spatial barrier."

Yun Yue's eyes lit up. If that was the case, they would be saved.

The two spread out the letter paper and wrote down everything they had seen and heard along the way, focusing on Kunlun and what they had seen and heard in the land of the gods. After writing, they shook it to dry the ink.

Throwing it into the air, the letter floated up. It had been refined by Su Mu for countless generations, now capable of ignoring all kinds of spatial barriers and moving at incredible speeds. In an instant, it transformed into a streak of golden light and vanished from the spot.

Outside, Lu Wu, who was in the process of brute force cracking, suddenly changed his expression.

"Stop it!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire divine kingdom vibrated, transforming into layers of barriers attempting to trap the golden light. But without exception, all failed. That golden light didn't care whether you were an ancient engraving, a torrent of faith, or a barrier separating space. It was nothing to it.

It penetrated through the layers of obstructions without much hindrance, and under Lu Wu's surprised gaze, it penetrated the isolated space and went to an unknown place.

Lu Wu froze in place. He hadn't imagined that even after all this, this acquired being would have a back-up plan, and the means behind it were simply unheard of. He felt like he was no longer keeping up with the times.

But the next moment, he broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't let these newly born creatures know about Kunlun's revival.

Thinking of this, Lu Wu could no longer care about those newly born creatures. He needed to conceal the bronze tree before the powerful beings of this era arrived—no, not conceal it, they all underestimated the existence of this era. The current situation was completely different from the original plan.

He must randomly send the nine doors to various locations around the world before the other party arrives, waiting for their destined return to gather them. This is the only solution now. He also needs to completely erase this memory, leaving not a trace.

Damn it... the plan had changed, leaving everything to the unknown. The Emperor of Heaven wouldn't like this feeling of being out of control.