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

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Based on Shen Moyan's exploration in his previous life, he came up with this final work, "As I Write," which is the minimum requirement for starting a new life: he must live for at least ten years.

If you do something impactful, you can reach the lower limit of your final statement even faster.

In other words, to truly write a masterpiece, one must have a clear beginning and end in life, with a well-defined goal, and avoid leaving it unfinished or abandoned.

"I wonder what would happen if I died before I could finish writing this."

Shen Moyan naturally wouldn't dare gamble with his own life.

Although no one in the world can rival him, he dares not let his guard down.

"My goal in this life is to interrogate Ren Wuchang and find out what exactly he was planning for his 'Grand Ceremony of Sacrificing to Heaven' back then."

Strangely enough, in the entire Great Qi Kingdom, Shen Moyan had never heard of a martial artist ascending to immortality.

He traveled all over the Five Sacred Mountains and Ten Sects, searched through countless ancient texts, and gleaned some information about "ascension" from snippets of information.

However, there is no record in the classic texts of the founder ascending to heaven in broad daylight.

Is the obscure concept of ascension real or fake?

He found no trace of the righteous sects, only in the ruins of the demonic sect, where he discovered the major event of the first sect leader's ascension, which was truly unbelievable.

In his previous life, Shen Moyan was unable to learn the secrets of the Demonic Sect because Ren Wuchang died too suddenly.

"It's alright. I brought back unparalleled internal strength and experience. Ren Wuchang, who used to require a lot of planning to deal with, can now be crushed with sheer strength."

Shen Moyan pondered, carefully comparing the difference between himself and the Ren Wuchang who had swept across the world in his memory.

The conclusion is that Ren Wuchang is nothing special, just a roadside stall.

"However, if my life were always like that of my previous life, it would be a bit boring."

Shen Moyan has already risen above hundreds of millions of people in this world.

He lacked nothing: money, beauty, fame, and status.

In terms of strength, he was unparalleled among men. In terms of power, he held absolute sway in the imperial court. In terms of reputation, he was revered as a legend in the martial arts world.

Beauty is nothing but a pretty skeleton.

He admired and appreciated those chivalrous women of the martial arts world, courtesans of the brothel, and ladies from distinguished families during his indulgent later years.

Although the pleasure of lovemaking was fleeting, he would always find himself lost in thought whenever he sat alone atop Ziyang Mountain at night, gazing into the distance.

What is the meaning of life?

In the year of Jiazi, he watched the sun rise and set, and his relatives and friends died one after another.

If this continues life after life, one day his mind will become numb, his humanity will be lost, and he will become a complete walking corpse.

However, the appearance of two cultivators, Gao Sheng and Zheng Quan, shattered all of this.

"We must leave this plane before those two cultivators arrive."

The thought of that world-ending scene sent chills down Shen Moyan's spine.

The power of cultivators is so great that it can shatter the earth's surface and destroy the world.

That sense of powerlessness during the apocalypse, like a malignant tumor, is deeply rooted in Shen Moyan's soul.

But at the same time, it also filled him with longing and ambition.

Beyond this small world, there is a whole new world!

If that world has immortality, then eternal life is naturally not impossible!

"Then let's begin, my brand new life!"

Shen Moyan pushed open the sandalwood door and strode forward with his head held high.

…………

At the age of 13, just as he had done in his previous life, Shen Moyan slaughtered the entire Ye family, leaving no one alive.

At this time, the Demonic Cult had not yet risen to power and was still recruiting followers and conserving its strength.

At the age of 15, Shen Moyan chose to join the Demonic Sect. With his ruthless methods and unfathomable internal strength, he rose to the position of protector and reforged the Jinghong Sword.

Jiangbei, Heimu Cliff.

Inside the council hall, Ren Wuchang sat in the main seat, looking with great interest at the incredibly young man before him.

"Who are you? Why has the Great Qi Dynasty never heard of you?"

After this person joined his Holy Sect, he kept looking for an opportunity to get close to him. He was able to kick out the original protector, so he must be a first-class expert.

"Just a nobody." Shen Moyan said calmly. He had disguised himself so that no one knew his identity.

"Master Ren, let's speak frankly."

How much do you know about "ascension"?

Shen Moyan stood upright, showing no fear whatsoever. The blackened Jinghong Sword at his waist seemed to respond, emitting a slight hum.

As long as he can obtain the definite news of ascension, everything in this world can become a stepping stone for him.

Upon hearing this, Ren Wuchang's face turned cold, and his narrow eyes suddenly narrowed, like an owl eyeing its prey.

His figure suddenly vanished from the throne, and the next second he appeared behind Shen Moyan, the Heavenly Demon Sword unsheathed, striking towards the back of his head with a whooshing sound.

This strike was imbued with the bloodthirsty internal energy of the Blood Transformation Demon Art; even a top-tier expert would be severely injured upon contact with it.

But Shen Moyan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and his figure flew several feet away like a startled swan, just avoiding the sword wind.

Boom——

The two released their inner energy, and the floor tiles shattered instantly, with cracks spreading like a spider web.

Ren Wuchang no longer underestimated his opponent. As he wielded his demonic sword, countless black energies coiled towards Shen Moyan like venomous snakes.

Shen Moyan no longer concealed himself. He drew his Jinghong Sword, its light blooming like frost and snow, each strike precisely deflecting the energy.

The swordplay was steady and sharp, carrying the majestic spirit of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Technique, while also incorporating the unpredictable and agile nature of the Demonic Sect's martial arts.

"The pinnacle of power? Who exactly are you?"

Ren Wuchang grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. This man's aura was stable, clearly indicating that he had been at the pinnacle of his cultivation for some time.

"Well, do you think I'm worthy to exchange secrets with the leader?" Shen Moyan asked indifferently.

"nature."

Ren Wuchang wore a smile, but was actually extremely flustered.

This person has a mysterious background, and his strength must be above mine.

Damn it, who leaked the news? He realized he hadn't told anyone else the secret of ascension. It seemed the sect needed a purge soon.

"But to be frank, shouldn't there be at least some sincerity?" Ren Wuchang said.

"certainly."

Shen Moyan stood up, sheathed his sword, and began to speak in a gentle and detailed manner:

"The Holy Sect's plans and the specific details of the sacrificial ceremony have been learned in advance by the high-ranking officials of the Five Mountains and Ten Sects. The imperial court is also closely monitoring this matter and has been secretly preparing the Imperial Guards to be dispersed near Blackwood Cliff for many years."

Of course, these were just smokescreens spread by Shen Moyan; the truth was not so.

Ren Wuchang's face stiffened. In his plan, only the Five Mountains and Ten Sects were manageable; he alone could handle them.

However, if the imperial court intervenes, and the well-organized imperial guards come to harass him, he may very well be unable to handle them.

"I understand what you mean."

Ren Wuchang needs someone to stop the imperial court from carrying out the blood sacrifice to obtain materials.

In other words, he needs Shen Moyan.

"You wish to exchange your assistance for the secret to ascension?" Ren Wuchang's expression was complex.

"No."

Shen Moyan slowly shook his head, his eyes deep.

"I want to tell you..."

"If you don't tell me the secrets of ascension, your demonic sect is doomed."

"Even someone as exceptional as you is destined to die."

Shen Moyan said in an tone that brooked no refusal.

"After all, your pinnacle is different from mine..."

"They are different."

Shen Moyan's unparalleled aura erupted completely, causing the entire hall to tremble and the surrounding thirty feet of space to be crushed into dust by his powerful true energy.