Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

squeak-

The sound of the door hinges turning was particularly clear in the silent space.

The courtyard was clean and tidy, with a few plants of unknown species growing in one corner, full of vitality, as if someone had been taking care of them all along.

In the courtyard, there is also a small swing hanging on a banyan tree.

The door to the cabin was unlocked, and he gently pushed it open.

In an instant, a fragrance mixed with a faint scent of ink, herbs, and a subtle, delicate aroma wafted over.

The scene inside the room made Shen Moyan pause slightly in surprise.

The cabin's interior is simply furnished, yet it exudes a warm and inviting atmosphere, a stark contrast to the cold, chaotic, and misty space outside.

In the center of the main room is a square table, on which sits a simple and elegant tea set.

Two teacups, one on the left and one on the right, still have some undried tea stains in them, as if the host had just been drinking and discussing philosophy here and had temporarily left.

Jade slips and books were neatly stacked on the bookshelf against the wall.

Shen Moyan glanced at the writing and found it ancient and obscure.

The power of the Nine Songs Immortal Lord Wenchang had no effect inside this small house.

"That's right, my Azure Nether Space is outside the scope of the Immortal Lord's use of literature to convey the Dao."

Shen Moyan exited the space, and with a thought, he connected his consciousness to the Jiuge Network.

After spending hundreds of spirit stones searching and comparing them in the vast library of books, he finally managed to decipher the text.

To his surprise, however, these jade slips did not contain any profound cultivation techniques.

Most of them are travelogues and miscellaneous writings, basic explanations of alchemy, basic formation diagrams, and even a few mundane poetry and storybooks.

In the corner, a lamp burned softly and steadily, its oil nearly exhausted.

Turning our attention to the inner room, the furnishings are more private.

A simple wooden bed, covered with plain-colored bedding, with two cushions of different sizes beside it.

Most strikingly, a neatly folded purple dress, clearly made for a young girl's figure, rested quietly on a small cushion, next to a hairpin carved with a butterfly.

On the table by the window, there was a large blue long gown draped over the sleeves, which showed signs of wear.

Beside the blue robe, there was also a suit of armor made of countless scales.

As Shen Moyan approached the armor, he was instantly shocked by the aura emanating from it.

"These are covered with the reverse scales of a dragon!" Shen Moyan was deeply shocked.

"Not just three tribulations, but even four! Five tribulations!"

How many great demons, demon kings, or even demon emperors would have to be killed to sew this armor?

However, this armor was covered with golden runes as I had written, which firmly locked away the killing intent.

With a thought, Shen Moyan slightly loosened the rune seal, and a murderous aura swept across his fingers, causing his fingertips to bleed.

"It seems we can't easily disturb the things inside." Shen Moyan thought to himself, circulating his magic power to heal his wounds.

I'll use this armor when my cultivation level is higher.

Shen Moyan turned his head and noticed that the ink in the inkstone next to the table did not seem to be completely dry.

A calligraphy brush rests on the brush holder, its tip slightly damp.

He frowned; all of this was filled with strong traces of life.

The purple dress and blue robe, in particular, clearly indicate that two people once lived here.

One of them was a man dressed in a blue robe.

The other was a woman who loved wearing purple.

Shen Moyan's divine sense carefully swept over every inch of space, his fingertips brushing across the tabletop, sensing the almost imperceptible aura.

Combining the furnishings inside, the hazy past, like fragmented images, slowly pieced together in his mind:

A gentle, perhaps somewhat aloof, man in a blue robe, who must be the master, lives in seclusion here.

He adopted a girl and raised her from infancy to adulthood, teaching her to read, practice martial arts, learn swordsmanship, and identify medicinal herbs.

The girl is well-behaved, but lively and playful, and likes purple.

The master and his apprentice lived a peaceful and secluded life in this small world, free from worldly strife.

The ever-burning lamp continues to burn, and the teacup remains warm.

But where did they go?

Judging from the teacup residue, the undried ink, and the nearly exhausted lamp oil, they seemed to have only left temporarily.

But in that very instant...

But it seems to have become eternal.

This small house, along with the time frozen within it, was sealed away by some powerful being, or perhaps the former owner of the Azure Nether Pearl, and placed inside the Azure Nether Pearl's interior space.

Was it an unforeseen and unforeseen event?

Is it a deliberate act of hiding away from the world?

Or... some other reason?

Shen Moyan stood silently in the center of the small house, feeling the solidified warmth and the unspoken sense of loss.

He was not a sentimental person, but this scene still stirred a small pebble in the lake of his heart, which had witnessed countless cycles of life and separations, creating ripples.

This Azure Pearl is far more than just a spatial magic treasure.

It carries a piece of the past.

Or perhaps, it's a connection that may not have ended.

"Are they master and apprentice? Father and daughter? Or... husband and wife?"

Shen Moyan muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the purple dress and the blue robe.

This reminded him of the records in the "Records of Mountains and Seas".

Is it not [Qingming] and [Ziwei]?

Without giving it much thought, Shen Moyan's gaze returned to the desk by the window in the small room.

Besides the inkstone, there was also a slightly worn roll of Xuan paper spread out on the table, with a few lines of neat yet stubborn handwriting on it:

When the heavy stars and snow cleared,

The leftover tea leaves piled high, the lamp lit late into the night.

Purple hairpins and green pearls cannot match one's reflection.

The mountain and sea seal the monument, a farewell to those who will not return.

Shen Moyan sensed an overwhelming sorrow in this poem.

Such delicate brushstrokes suggest that the poet must be the owner of that purple dress, the female apprentice who was adopted and raised.

"The Mountain and Sea Seal Monument: A Farewell to the Beholder?"

Shen Moyan was somewhat puzzled. Could it be referring to the Origin Preaching Stele?

But there was too little information to investigate further, so his gaze swept across the room again.

The teacups are in pairs, but the people are nowhere to be found.

The ever-burning lamp burns alone, illuminating only the old things.

"A moment...eternity, a moment is eternity."

Shen Moyan's nascent innate divine power began to condense and gradually take shape.

[My innate supernatural power has been recorded in the bookmark]

"It's perfected."

Unexpectedly, it was here that he perfected his innate supernatural power.

[Innate Supernatural Power: What is written becomes eternal in an instant]

This supernatural power is rooted in your understanding of the Tao, combined with "As I have written," and integrates the profound meaning of the "Sutra of Transcending All Forms" that penetrates the mysteries of time and space with the eternal Tao that you touched when you "see the unknown."

Using oneself as the pen, cause and effect as the ink, and space and time as the paper, the "momentary" state of the target's existence is written and fixed as relative eternity.

[Currently, your Purple Mansion has not been established. Using supernatural powers will consume your lifespan. Crossing realms will significantly consume your lifespan. The degree of lifespan loss is determined by the cultivation level of the target within your domain.]

Shen Moyan remained silent for a long time before gently rolling up the Xuan paper and putting it back in its original place.

He left the cabin, gently closed the door, and left that story, sealed away by time, in a corner of the Azure Space.

The eternal lamp remained lit, as if stubbornly waiting for its owner who would never return.

"These mountains and seas are getting more and more interesting."

A subtle, indescribable smile curved the corners of Shen Moyan's lips.

This is remarkably similar to the scene in the Azure Cave Heaven described in the "Records of Mountains and Seas".

That armor should be the one that Qingming made from the reverse scales of dragons when he was Afan, fighting demons and monsters in the human world.

"No wonder Master Yin He treasured this Azure Pearl so much that he didn't hesitate to kill everyone to silence them."

"This Azure Pearl is actually the treasure of the Azure Deity in mythology."

Shen Moyan was pleasantly surprised.

"But, is Qingming Siming really dead? How did she die?"

"And what exactly happened in the ancient world of mountains and seas that caused the collapse of the immortal path?"

Unfortunately, the truth, like this eternal cabin, remains hidden forever, its cause and effect obscured.

With a thought, Shen Moyan's consciousness returned to its original form.

The mountain breeze ruffled his robes, making his gaze appear even more profound.

The road ahead is unknown, with powerful enemies, conspiracies, priceless treasures, and secrets buried by time, like this mythical cottage.

And this, perhaps, is the scenery along the path of spiritual practice.

Having considered this, Shen Moyan stopped lingering, his figure transforming into light as he sped away.

As for the target, it is of course the Imperial State.

Origin Preaching Monument!