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

Through his ability to hear, Shen Moyan listened to the entire backstory of the three people.

They originally planned to make their move after the three went into seclusion, but the internal conflict among the three erupted and the chaos subsided, which was the perfect opening.

As for resources, Shen Moyan plundered quite a bit along the way when he escaped from Dongshan, but the quantity was not as good as the quality.

The accumulation of decades by a city lord in the Transcendent Realm must be incredibly tempting.

"Demon Eyes, open!" Ni Gaoyuan's expression was grim, and he quickly used the Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique on Shen Moyan.

The scarlet demonic eyes are terrifying to all living beings and can awaken the inner demons within people.

Having learned from the mistakes of the city lord and Meng Chen, Shen Moyan immediately closed his eyes.

But the demonic energy that emanated from it penetrated his six senses and reached the depths of Shen Moyan's will, causing his mind to waver.

The Dead Sea of ​​thoughts suddenly boiled over, giving rise to countless distracting ideas.

The abbot's earnest teachings, his close friend Zhenbei who would stand shoulder to shoulder with him on the battlefield, and the gentle embrace of Princess Anle—all these were reflected on the horizon of his thoughts.

Shen Moyan's will stood on the undulating sea, leaning down, reaching out, and retrieval these past memories.

"Is this my inner demon? Trying to imprison me in the past?"

The past slipped through his fingers like water, and Shen Moyan remained expressionless.

Looking at his reflection on the water, he could see the desolation of being alone in his later years, the youthful exuberance of just starting out in the world, or the sorrow of losing loved ones.

These fragments of personal memories outline the complex life of the man named Shen Moyan.

Wealth? Beauty? Power?

These things, along with Shen Moyan's ascension to this world, have been abandoned by him in that small plane.

Before the world-destroying sword arrived, you could have lived comfortably in that small world, so why did you choose to come to this extremely dangerous world?

Is it because the beauty beside you in bed isn't enough to satisfy you, the world doesn't respect you enough, the aloofness that comes with reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, or the fact that the power in your hands hasn't been able to completely encompass the world?

Having abandoned all of this, don't you have any regrets?

A series of voices echoed in his heart, lingering for a long time.

Shen Moyan's will and expression froze for a moment, then he lowered the corners of his mouth and gave a cold smile: "Since you know that the sword will destroy the world, you should also know that everything in that plane is nothing but a mirage."

"With immortality before us, all of this is but a handful of dust." Shen Moyan raised his hand, and the entire ocean of memories surged with his gesture.

Then Shen Moyan suddenly reached her hand into the sea, just like an old fisherman catching a plump fish with a harpoon.

Beneath his feet, on the water's surface, the reflection of his past inner demons was firmly grasped in Shen Moyan's palm, tightly gripping his throat.

It looks exactly like Shen Moyan, except for its eyes.

The inner demon's eyes were filled with terror as it struggled violently, pouring waves of past memories into Shen Moyan's eyes.

But Shen Moyan's eyes were like a bottomless ancient well, and even the vast sea of ​​memories could not stir up that pool of darkness.

"That's all there is to it."

Shen Moyan said coldly, his five fingers bending and straightening without moving an inch, and he actually strangled the humanoid inner demon to death.

"I, Shen Moyan, only desire eternal life; even in death, I will have no regrets!"

Gradually, the inner demon's body convulsed, it stopped struggling, turned into a puddle of black mud, and merged into the sea without causing a ripple.

Inner demons, fall!

Time returned to reality, and only a moment had passed.

Shen Moyan suddenly opened his eyes, staring directly into Ni Gaoyuan's demonic eyes. The Heavenly Demon Sword in his hand stopped moving without pause, its blade covered in spiritual energy, and suddenly drew a semicircle.

Blood splattered, and through the endless stream of blood droplets, their eyes met. The resolute and sharp gaze in those eyes sent chills down Ni Gaoyuan's spine.

"How is this possible?!"

Ni Gaoyuan was terrified. Although his Heavenly Demon Eye was only at the first stage, it was still easy for him to disturb someone in the Qi Gathering Realm.

Who exactly is this person?!

"not good……"

Shen Moyan switched hand gestures, pulling back and thrusting his longsword.

Feeling the dark sword tip repeatedly slicing through his chest, Ni Gaoyuan hurriedly bit his tongue:

"Demon form, reveal!"

Shen Moyan raised an eyebrow, realizing something, and quickly withdrew.

At the same time, a cloud of mist dispersed, and Ni Gaoyuan's originally thin physique suddenly swelled several times, growing several feet taller.

Dense black demonic energy swept across the surroundings like a great river, causing trees within a radius of a hundred feet to bend and sway.

The birds in the forest were startled and scattered in all directions.

"So your usual petite figure was just an illusion."

Shen Moyan realized that Ni Gaoyuan in front of her was no longer human.

Black feathers shed from the jet-black wings and slowly unfolded, revealing Ni Gaoyuan with sharp horns on his head and a long, narrow, and sharp beak.

The claws split open, revealing soft soil on either side of the claw marks.

Shen Moyan's eyes shifted slightly as he looked at the back of his hand holding the sword, where a small bloodstain was visible.

His physical body, comparable to that of a Transcendent Realm cultivator, was actually slashed.

Taking advantage of the brief moment Shen Moyan retreated, Ni Gaoyuan swallowed most of the ginseng whole.

"You've really embarrassed me, kid.

Ni Gaoyuan stroked the bird's claws, swallowed the ginseng in his mouth, and the deep, bone-reviving wound on his chest began to heal, with flesh and blood growing back.

"It's a pity that these ginsengs, before I could digest them, had to be used to heal my wounds." Ni Gaoyuan glared at Shen Moyan, his demonic aura as sharp as a knife, rushing towards him.

Shen Moyan quickly assumed a sword stance and used his spiritual power to resist the fierce demonic aura.

"I wondered what it was, it's just a child." A glint of light flashed in Ni Gaoyuan's eyes, and he was no longer timid.

Shen Moyan's methods were simplistic; he didn't use any magical artifacts and even resorted to a sneak attack, which exposed his true background.

"A half-demon?" Shen Moyan didn't presume, but carefully examined Ni Gaoyuan, who had revealed his demon form.

When this person transformed, he consumed a large amount of ginseng, and his aura was completely different from before.

"Insolence! My bloodline can rival that of the ancient demon from the mountains and seas, the sun-obscuring Gu Diao."

"I possess both the spirituality of humans and the unique advantages of the Mountain and Sea Gu Diao clan. The two complement each other, making me far superior to ordinary people..."

"After all that talk, it turns out he's a bastard." Shen Moyan said sarcastically.

"you……"

Seeing Ni Gaoyuan's current aloof attitude, Shen Moyan suddenly laughed, the laughter echoing throughout the forest and breaking the stalemate between the two.

"Pfft! Hahaha! Haha..."

Ni Gaoyuan's expression froze, and the fierce glint in his eyes could no longer be concealed: "What are you laughing at?"

"Hahaha... I just remembered something interesting." Shen Moyan twirled his sword and began to fight Ni Gaoyuan.

"What is it?"

In the face of life and death, the two, each with their own thoughts, confronted each other and surprisingly began to communicate as if nothing was wrong.

"Once upon a time, a wealthy family moved to a new place. The young lady of the family suffered from acclimatization problems, her body was weak, and she was weak and suffered from internal injuries."

"At this time, the family sought out a doctor from another region, who concluded that the young lady's illness required a precious ginseng to nourish her."

"But if you take wild ginseng directly, you might be too weak to handle the tonic, and the medicine might be too strong and harm your body."

"So, the clever family came up with a clever idea."

"Do you know how that delicate young lady was able to recover?"

Upon hearing this, Ni Gaoyuan's cold, demonic eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, as if he understood but didn't.

"Actually, the method is very simple."

"That means feeding the chickens with wild ginseng first."

"Then the soup made from this chicken was served to the young lady..."

Shen Moyan spoke slowly and deliberately, his gaze fixed on Ni Gaoyuan growing brighter and brighter, carrying a barely perceptible hint of...greed.

"How was it? Interesting?" Shen Moyan's lips curled up.

"You! How dare you!"

Realizing what was happening too late, Ni Gaoyuan flew into a rage, raised his head and roared, then lunged at him.

Ni Gaoyuan's swooping claws stirred up a gust of demonic wind, the chilling aura snapping all the surrounding trees in half, and countless leaves rustling down.

Shen Moyan neither dodged nor avoided, but closed his eyes and held his breath.

Everything slowed down.

The enemy moved as slowly as a tortoise, the fallen leaves in the forest danced in the air, and the distant birdsong stretched out, echoing around the mountains.

He simply gripped the sword, merely tightening his grip on it.

The giant claw was about to strike, and the two were only three to five steps apart.

Shen Moyan slowly twisted his steps, calmly dodging the claw, then slowly opened his eyes and drew his sword, like a startled swan flying by.

Leaves fall with the wind, swords vanish from sight, there is no hearing, no feeling, no sight of anything but the throat of the half-demon bastard ahead.

This is the ultimate sword technique honed by Shen Moyan over three generations.

The ultimate art of ink and inkstone: a fleeting glimpse.