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

The moon is bright and the stars are few; the music has ended and the people have dispersed.

After bidding farewell to Cen Bolang, Shen Moyan took the two jade slips and left Night Moon Pool.

Shen Moyan left behind a few six-sense fireflies and followed behind Cen Boliang.

But in less than two days, he lost face.

"Indeed, if one doesn't even have this much counter-surveillance sense, then one can never become the patriarch of a family."

Shen Moyan wasn't annoyed; this was within his expectations.

Shen Moyan probed the two jade slips given to him by the other party with his divine sense.

"Chamber of Commerce business card, membership card?"

Shen Moyan was speechless. As expected of a businessman, he was always thinking about developing customers.

"Tianya Prefecture, Haijiao Chamber of Commerce"

Tianya Prefecture is located in the prosperous area of ​​the Three Thousand Prefectures. The Haijiao Chamber of Commerce is one of the Four Emperors of the Holy Court and has some connection with [Wanbao Fuyuan Immortal Lord]. It has opened several branches in Langya Prefecture.

These are all secondary issues; the important thing is that Cen Bolang is not a native of Langya Prefecture.

No wonder there is a lineage of magical arts within a small family in this godforsaken, remote state.

No wonder Cen Boliang was nowhere to be seen during the battle; he was simply not there.

"My perspective shouldn't be limited to just Langya Prefecture."

Shen Moyan pondered.

With the great war about to begin, it's unrealistic for him to try and snatch the Dao Fruit from the jaws of death once again.

At the heart of the battlefield, there are five True Lords on the surface, but countless eyes are watching from the shadows.

"Therefore, my best option now is to leave Langya Prefecture," Shen Moyan pondered.

Even if one were to seize the Dao Fruit as in the previous life, there would be no guarantee that the restrictions left by True Monarch Yanzhen would be broken immediately.

unless……

Shen Moyan looked at the "Book of the Beginning Demon," his mind wavering.

"Crossing state lines requires going through relevant procedures. If you have enough spirit stones, you can also ask Cen Bolang for a teleportation channel."

With that thought, Shen Moyan vanished into the night in a flash.

…………

"Brother, when do you think we can go on to cultivate immortality?"

Luo Hanchan, huddled under the covers, was restless, constantly banging her feet against the bed.

On the other side, under the oil lamp, Luo Changting was engrossed in his studies.

"Go to sleep, don't think so much," he replied calmly.

"Have you memorized all the lines from the play you recited during the day?"

"Have you taken the elixir the immortal master gave you this month?"

"I remembered everything! I ate it! Brother is so long-winded!" Luo Hanchan muttered, turning over.

Luo Changting put down the jade slip in his hand, turned his head, and looked at his sister to comfort her.

After a long while, Luo Changting finally calmed Luo Hanchan down and began telling her a bedtime story.

"I remember my father saying that the world of immortal masters is very dangerous."

Before meeting my mother, my father had also sought a connection with the immortals.

Luo Changting recounted the story to his younger sister.

When Luo Hui was young, he was also full of ambition.

He traveled countless miles and finally left that small town.

He once met a celestial master who had reached the Transcendent Realm, followed him in his cultivation, and served that celestial master for many years.

But what happened next made Luo Hui give up his idea of ​​cultivating immortality.

That immortal master who had reached the Transcendent Realm was defeated in a battle against someone of the same realm one day, and died and his cultivation dissipated.

Speaking of which, the cultivator also had some Nine Songs Seal on his body. Luo Hui also thought that a celestial master from the Holy Court would come to investigate, take charge of his death, and uphold justice.

Sure enough, the next day, the immortal master from the Guardian of the Way arrived.

But the reason for his arrival shattered Luo Hui's worldview.

Through the images of the dead, they saw that the cultivator Luo Hui had followed had left behind a magical artifact. Unable to bear seeing the artifact unclaimed, they came to collect it.

And just like that, the person vanished, except for Luo Hui, this mortal whom they couldn't even deign to acknowledge. No one remembered ever having been a Transcendent Realm cultivator.

Where is immortality?

Cultivating immortality, but what kind of immortality is being cultivated?

Therefore, from that time on, Luo Hui gave up on cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao.

He took in mortals who had been displaced by the battles between cultivators and formed a theatrical troupe.

He led his opera troupe far from the gathering places of cultivators, wandering among the places where mortals gathered.

They sing myths, recount their experiences in cultivation, and advise people not to enter that cruel world of cultivation.

And his own level of attainment.

Absorbing qi is enough; a lifespan of two hundred years is long enough.

It's enough to spend time with family, even four or five generations living together.

Luo Hanchan breathed evenly and fell into a deep sleep.

Luo Changting then tiptoed out the light and lay down on his bed.

Recalling his father's experiences, Luo Changting stood up, looked towards Luo Hui's room, clenched his fists, and muttered to himself:

"Old man, you've become a coward."

We cultivators should face any challenge with unwavering resolve. How can we let a minor setback deter us from our studies?

Luo Changting had read all those myths and legends, and naturally he was filled with longing for that wondrous world.

"Old man, if you hadn't stopped cultivating back then, Xiao Chan's strange illness would probably have been cured long ago, and you wouldn't have needed to beg for help everywhere."

"If I had the cultivation level of that immortal master, could I have saved my mother?"

Luo Changting's mother died from postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to Luo Hanchan.

The mother who used to care for him and show him warmth and concern was buried in the cold earth, planting a seed of immortality in young Luo Changting's heart.

Humans are so fragile.

He must cultivate immortality!

Luo Changting may have ambition, but he also has a sense of responsibility.

Since his wife passed away, Luo Hui has had to take care of the entire opera troupe, including the elderly and the young. He has neglected to discipline his younger sister and himself.

If you asked Luo Changting to seek the Dao now, he really wouldn't go. He'd rather wait until he'd raised his younger sister to adulthood and entrusted her to a good man.

Feeling sleepy, Luo Changting closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Shen Moyan's figure.

He stood at the head of the bed, gazing at Luo Changting, who was sleeping with resentment in his eyes, and smiled.

It will be at least forty years before the Daoist teachings of the Origin Monument cover Langya Prefecture and the cultivation of immortality begins.

Forty years of worldly trials and tribulations are enough to wear down the pride of a passionate young man.

Forty years of cultivation is enough to give birth to a demon who can stir up trouble.

Shen Moyan held a six-sense firefly in his hand, his palm swirling with demonic energy.

He refined it into the other person's mind, completely merging it with Luo Changting. Now Shen Moyan would permanently gain the other person's six senses.

Luo Changting, fast asleep, was completely unaware of anything. He even subconsciously thought there were mosquitoes by his bedside and turned over in his sleep.

"Immortality? I'll grant your wish."

Shen Moyan smiled and pointed a finger, pouring pure demonic energy into Luo Changting's brain, causing a vast amount of memories to flow into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Perfect, I can use you to test the latest version of the 'Primordial Demon Book'."

The combination of the Heavenly Demon Chapter and the Demon-Containing Chapter resulted in many wondrous reactions.

Shen Moyan was wary of the demonic seed and dared not unleash his cultivation.

He went to eliminate the negative information about the demonic seed and imprinted his thoughts on Luo Changting.

"Oh, right, let's modify the Heavenly Demon Ritual again. We can't let him summon the Heavenly Demon without my permission."

"Of course, I can also remotely influence this person's five aggregates through the Eye of the Heavenly Demon, indirectly control the ritual, and truly summon the [Heavenly Demon]."

Then, Shen Moyan came to Luo Hanchan's bedside and also cultivated the Six Senses Firefly: "A family should naturally be together."

"Kid, here's one last starter gift for you."

Shen Moyan took out the Heavenly Demon Sword. The pitch-black blade opened its mouth wide and spat out a mass of fragments.

He refined the fragments into Luo Changting's dantian, and the demonic energy subsided silently.

This is the corpse of that disciple of the Sixth Prison Demon Sect at the Purple Mansion Realm, and naturally, it is also part of the "Primordial Demon Heavenly Book"...

The seed of demonic cultivation.