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

A painting can be interpreted differently by different people from different perspectives.

The same is true of the totems on the Origin Preaching Monument.

"What you say is true, fellow Daoist."

"How laughable are these mortals, so vulgar and unbearable. They can't learn to spread their wings and roam freely like the Kunpeng, but instead imitate the mandarin ducks with their necks intertwined."

Sitting opposite Shen Moyan, the young man in white cracked sunflower seeds and commented, his expression equally mocking.

The audience threw coins and cheered, but Shen Moyan and he stood up and brushed their robes.

One scoffed at the mortal's clouded eyes, the other lazily commented on the absurdity of the erotic music.

"May I ask your name, fellow traveler?"

Shen Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly, only then realizing that he couldn't see through this person's cultivation level.

"I am Cen Bolang, and I will not change my name or surname."

"Unpredictable."

Shen Moyan gave a false name, knowing full well that there were supernatural beings in this world who could curse him to death using his real name.

Wait, Cen Bolang?

In his previous life, Shen Moyan disguised himself as Cen Zhiyuan and browsed the entire Cen family genealogy while hiding in the center of the formation.

The person in front of me, Cen Bolang, is none other than the patriarch of the Cen family!

Shen Moyan quickly calmed down and his expression returned to normal.

"Fellow Daoist Ren, it's a pleasure to meet you. I never expected to meet a fellow Daoist with the same hobby in this remote corner of the world." Cen Bolang propped his head up, lay on his side on a row of chairs, and spat out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth.

"I was just passing through and wanted to relieve my fatigue," Shen Moyan waved his hand.

Of course, he was there to release the Six Senses Fireflies into the experimental subject so that he could monitor Luo Hanchan's condition.

Cen Boliang was adjusting his posture when he glanced at Shen Moyan and suddenly sat up abruptly.

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, have you recently acquired some rare and precious treasure? Your appearance is so youthful." Cen Bolang stared at Shen Moyan as if he had smelled a business opportunity, unable to look away.

"Never."

Shen Moyan's expression remained unchanged, but the Heavenly Demon Sword hidden in his sleeve seemed ready to be drawn.

If the opponent makes the slightest move, the Heavenly Demon Sword will open its blood-red maw and bite off the opponent's head.

"So you are a reincarnated being. My apologies for my rudeness."

Sensing the hidden killing intent, Cen Bolang apologized repeatedly.

A reincarnated being? What's that?

Before Shen Moyan could react, Cen Boliang anxiously asked:

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, in your previous life, what era were the mountains and seas in?"

"Fellow Daoist Cen, you've crossed the line," Shen Moyan said coldly, maintaining his persona.

Cen Bolang glanced at Shen Moyan's left hand, which was empty on the back, and then grinned mischievously.

"Sir, this is a project launched by my Cape Chamber of Commerce. Please take a look."

He took out a scroll of notes from his sleeve and handed it to Shen Moyan.

The inscription reads "Two or Three Things About Reincarnation".

"What is this?" Shen Moyan focused his divine sense on the note and immediately understood the meaning behind Cen Bolang's actions.

After the collapse of the immortal path, the Xuanhuang Emperor became the sole ruler of mountains and seas, and established the Holy Court.

Then came the birth of the first immortal lord who cultivated the Dao, who is now one of the Four Emperors of the Holy Court, the Immortal Lord of the Three Lives Forgotten River.

After He inscribed the Dao and guided the truth, He began the first calendar of the Holy Court, the Three Lives Calendar.

The Three Lives Forgetful River Immortal Lord established the Underworld, giving cultivators who could only return to the mountains and seas after death another option.

That is reincarnation.

As long as you bribe a cultivator in the underworld, you can reincarnate with your memories and even some of your cultivation.

But there are too many people who need to reincarnate; countless people died in the ancient great war between mountains and seas.

If everyone were to be reincarnated immediately, it would have a serious impact on the world order.

Therefore, it's not about preventing reincarnation, but about allowing it to happen gradually, in an orderly manner.

That was the situation back then. Countless people from other planes were queuing up, which caused many cultivators' reincarnations to be unsuccessful, and even resulted in great delays, sometimes lasting tens of thousands or even millions of years.

Shen Moyan noticed the word "plane".

Indeed, the influence of the Immortal Lord of the Three Lives Forgetful River extends beyond this Mountain and Sea Realm to the vast and boundless Great Thousand Worlds beyond.

Just as Shen Moyan was about to read further, Cen Bolang placed his hand on the note, blocking his divine sense.

"Fellow Daoist Ren, you are unaware of something."

"Several million years have passed since the Three Lives Era. During this time, Wanbao, Jiuge, and the other four Holy Court Emperors have attained enlightenment. It is now the year 91211 of the Jiuge Era."

"It's unrealistic for you to want to dominate the cultivation world as you used to."

Cen Bolang offered words of comfort, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

This person is not a reincarnated being from the last ten thousand years; it is very likely from even earlier.

We must hold onto these major clients tightly.

"How do you know I am not from the Immortal Dao lineage?" Shen Moyan asked.

"Oh dear, these days, those immortal lineages, how could they possibly have the refined taste to listen to music? There are dimensional seas separating the states, and those from even further away can't easily come over."

"How did you know I don't belong to this era?" Shen Moyan asked again.

"Through your eyes," Cen Bolang said softly.

"My eyes?"

"How could a child your age have such a world-weary and weathered look?"

As a businessman, Cen Bolang's insight is undeniably sharp.

Upon hearing this, Shen Moyan's expression froze.

He lowered his head, and his magic power transformed into a mirror, reflecting his dark eyes, as deep and still as an ancient well.

Shen Moyan: "..."

After rubbing his temples slightly, Shen Moyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes gained a few sparkles of vitality, but not much.

"So, sir, would you like to consider this deal? Rest assured, the price is absolutely fair, and we will treat everyone fairly, young and old."

"A book titled 'Two or Three Things About Reincarnation' will help you adapt to this era with ease and rise steadily in the Holy Court."

"I don't want 9,800, I don't want 8,800, I'll only charge you 880 spirit stones."

"Eight hundred and eighty spirit stones, you won't lose out, you won't be cheated..."

Cen Bolang spoke fluently and at length.

After a long silence, Shen Moyan agreed.

He took out the spirit stones he had previously looted from Chu Sheng's mansion and bought this book, "Two or Three Things About Reincarnation".

My main goal is to learn more about the history of the Mountain and Sea Realm.

"Fellow Daoist, you're so generous!" Cen Bolang's face lit up with joy. He quickly accepted the eight hundred and eight spirit stones and spread out the note so that Shen Moyan could see it, afraid that he might change his mind.

Shen Moyan continued reading "Two or Three Things About Reincarnation" and understood a series of precautions.

It includes everything from the current process of becoming an official through the Holy Court examination to how to use the Jiuge.com website, leaving no detail unattended.

There were also some guys from cram schools mixed in, who wanted to pass the three tests to go to the academy. As long as they gave spirit stones, an instructor would be responsible for guiding them.

After seeing all this, Shen Moyan was speechless. What's the difference between buying it and not buying it at all?

"Fellow Daoist Ren, it's fate that we met. If you want to join the ranks, I have a way, I'll give it to you for free." Seeing Shen Moyan's gloomy expression, Cen Bolang quickly offered a backup plan.

"If you have any rare and precious materials that you want but can't find them, just come find me using the address above."

Seeing that everyone around him was an ordinary person, he handed the two jade slips to Shen Moyan.

Shen Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly during the handover.

The Cen Bolang in front of him was a clone.

It is purely composed of magical power.

Paper cutouts of people?!

Something strange happened: in the previous life, the sea overturned Langya, and the Cen family was unable to escape and was submerged.

However, Shen Moyan did not see Cen Boliang come to the rescue, nor did he see him on the battlefield of Kongsang County.

Could it be that he, like the officials of the Holy Court, received the news and ran away in advance?