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

In the shattered void, Shen Moyan's consciousness was hazy.

Across dimensions, in the darkness, he seemed to hear a clear male voice:

[Demons and heretics are rampant!]

The path of immortality is dead!

The cultivation of immortality is dead!

The twelve words, carrying the despair, anger, and resentment of that being, surged towards Shen Moyan like a tidal wave.

What does that mean? Could it be the work of inner demons?

Shen Moyan felt somewhat confused.

He felt a deep sense of sorrow, and his grief and indignation almost overflowed from his chest.

The next moment, after passing through the shattered spatial tunnel, a vast tide of energy swept over Shen Moyan's body, completely washing away the feeling of grief and indignation.

Those were energy particles containing a powerful aura, which were entering his body through his open pores, but could no longer be transformed into the familiar true qi. They simply flowed through his meridians, turning into warm currents that nourished his organs that were on the verge of collapse.

Is this spiritual energy?

As soon as Shen Moyan arrived in this world, he sensed this strange energy.

The operation of the "Visitor from Another World" allowed Shen Moyan to quickly adapt to the spiritual energy of this world.

The wind howled in Shen Moyan's ears, and he slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a vast expanse of white clouds.

And beneath the sea of ​​clouds, there lies a rugged and strange terrain.

The outline below became clearer and clearer, and Shen Moyan suddenly saw it clearly.

It was a vast rift valley that ran from east to west and stretched as far as the eye could see.

The rift valley is flanked by sheer cliffs, covered with sharp rocks, and the dark blue rocks are partially obscured by the clouds.

Shen Moyan is in extremely poor condition right now. If he crashes into that cliff, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Shen Moyan's expression turned serious. His consciousness became clear as he fell at high speed. He mobilized all his strength, twisted his waist, and adjusted his falling posture and position.

When he was less than a hundred feet from the cliff, he seized the opportunity, gripped the Jinghong Sword with both hands in reverse, and the bright sword light drew a steady arc in the gale.

After his body plunged into the ravine, Shen Moyan flipped the sword over, keeping the sharp blade parallel to the cliff face.

Clang! —

The moment the blade struck the rock, a piercing metallic screech echoed through the valley, and sparks flew down the cliff face like meteors falling to earth.

Shen Moyan's arm went numb from the enormous recoil, his hand split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword into the bottomless valley below.

After a long while, the downward momentum was finally brought under control. Shen Moyan was suspended in mid-air, with a valley shrouded in clouds and mist below and a vast sea of ​​clouds above.

He looked down at the Jinghong Sword embedded in the cliff face. The blade was mostly buried in the rock, leaving only the hilt and a small part of the blade sticking out.

When it was slashed at that towering giant sword, the blade of the Jinghong Sword was already covered with cracks.

Clang!

The blade of the Jinghong Sword shattered!

This precious sword, which had accompanied him throughout his life, finally fulfilled its mission after facing the oppressive sword intent of the cultivator and ensuring Shen Moyan's safety during his fall.

"Forehead……"

Shen Moyan quickly used his toes to find a foothold in the crevices of the cliff, slowly shifting his weight onto his legs, and then used the broken blade of the Jinghong Sword to re-insert himself into the cliff face to stabilize himself.

"This is not good," Shen Moyan frowned.

At this moment, his internal energy was almost completely depleted, and he couldn't even maintain basic self-protection. Moreover, during the deceleration process, a protruding rock edge on the cliff face cut his back, and a burning pain spread along his nerves.

"It seems we'll have to climb up slowly."

Shen Moyan gazed at the high cliff above him, his voice hoarse yet resolute.

Shen Moyan gritted his teeth, freed one hand, tore off a tattered strip of cloth from his body, and wrapped it around the hand that was gripping the sword hilt. Then, he leaped upwards, and while still in mid-air, he plunged the broken sword into the cliff face once more.

Through this kind of climbing, one ascends step by step.

Slowly, blood stained the sword hilt and the strips of cloth.

During the day, the scorching sun baked the cliff face, making the rocks scalding hot. Shen Moyan's skin was burned, and his lips were cracked and bleeding. With each step he climbed upwards, he had to first feel for a crevice in the cliff face to use for leverage, and then re-embed the broken sword of Jinghong at a higher position.

As night fell, the mountain wind became fierce, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the cliff face. His fingers were frozen stiff, and he almost slipped and fell several times, only managing to keep steady thanks to the finger strength he had honed over his three lifetimes.

The cold stars twinkled overhead, and Shen Moyan's eyes reflected the dazzling galaxy. Without a second thought, he gritted his teeth and continued upward.

Draw the sword, sheath the sword, draw the sword, sheath the sword...

Shen Moyan must persevere; he cannot stop here!

Cultivation! Shen Moyan wants to cultivate immortality!!

Finally, as dawn approached, Shen Moyan climbed out of the Great Rift Valley.

Shen Moyan's body swayed precariously, and he collapsed directly onto the soft grass.

"I... finally... succeeded..."

A bitter smile appeared on his lips, but he could no longer hold on. His vision went black, and he fainted. But he still gripped the broken Jinghong Sword tightly in his hand.

The blood and frost on the broken sword were fused together, revealing an indomitable sharpness.

…………

"Senior Brother He, look over there! There seems to be someone there!"

After an unknown amount of time, a clear shout came from the horizon.

At the edge of the rift valley, two young men dressed in gray-blue Taoist robes descended slowly from the sky, riding on flying swords.

They were outer disciples of the nearby Biyang Sword Sect, on a routine patrol.

One of the boys, upon recognizing Shen Moyan, gasped in shock: "So much time has passed since the great battle, how come there are still mortals around the Eastern Rift Valley?"

Another slightly older senior brother, He, swept his divine sense across the area, his gaze landing on the Jinghong Sword in Shen Moyan's hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The broken sword looked ordinary, but it exuded a calm and collected aura from years of battle. Shen Moyan, who could transform such an ordinary weapon into such a deadly weapon, was no ordinary person.

He extended his divine sense and probed Shen Moyan's entire body:

"He's still breathing. Take him back to the sect and have the Pill Hall examine him. This mortal is no ordinary person, having managed to climb up from the Eastern Rift Valley."

"Should we perform a soul search?"

"No, it would be troublesome if there was a demonic seed in his soul." He Liang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I'm afraid... he's from another dimension."

He Liang recalled the legends of the sect, and a hint of greed crept onto his face.

Upon hearing this, the boy also smiled.

"If that were the case, that would be wonderful. As long as it's not from a subordinate plane, it would be a wild, celestial treasure! Submitting it would be a great achievement for us!"

…………

Shen Moyan slowly woke up and found himself lying on a stone bed.

The air was filled with a bitter yet refreshing medicinal fragrance. The moonstone embedded in the stone wall emitted a soft glow, illuminating the room.

All the wounds on my body have healed completely, and now they are covered with a layer of light green spiritual light. A warm, itchy sensation spreads along my skin, and even a layer of old skin has peeled off.

This is... a divine technique!

Shen Moyan was overjoyed; he had finally come into contact with cultivation!

"You're awake?"

Beside the stone bed, an old man was hunched over, fiddling with something, glancing at Shen Moyan between his busy moments.

"Who are you……"

"I am a steward of the Pill Hall of the Biyang Sword Sect, and it is my turn to work this year."

"Just call me Pharmacist Liang." The old man who called himself Pharmacist Liang was busy with his own affairs and had no time to pay attention to Shen Moyan.

"Thank you so much, Pharmacist Liang, for saving my life!"

Shen Moyan bowed and thanked him.

"No need, it wasn't me who saved you, it was two outer disciples." Pharmacist Liang waved his hand.

"They found you in the Eastern Rift Valley."

The Eastern Rift Valley—it turned out that the great rift valley where he had fallen was called the Eastern Rift Valley. Shen Moyan silently memorized this information.

"Please tell me about those two disciples, Pharmacist Liang."

After Pharmacist Liang told Shen Moyan, Shen Moyan began to subtly inquire about information about this world.

"By the way, Pharmacist Liang, where exactly is the Biyang Sword Sect, where I currently reside, located?"

He created the persona of a confused and partially amnesiac old man who was abandoned by his children, who plotted to seize his family property and cruelly left him in the wild.

Hearing Shen Moyan's words and seeing the sorrowful expression on his face, Pharmacist Liang raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you're really pathetic."

"The location of my Biyang Sword Sect? To be honest, the sect has been hidden from the world for a long time, and I don't know what's going on outside now."

"Could you please explain the path of cultivation, specifically the different realms?"

Shen Moyan asked again, making no attempt to hide his intentions.

Then, with a strange expression, Pharmacist Liang patiently explained to him.

The path to immortality is: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, and Dao Integration.

Just as I expected!

After obtaining information about cultivation in this world, Shen Moyan could hardly contain his excitement.

"By the way, this is a general cultivation technique. Although you are quite old and have missed the best age to enter the Dao, you have spiritual roots and your well-developed meridians and dantian make up for it." Pharmacist Liang casually gave Shen Moyan a cultivation technique.

While treating Shen Moyan's injuries, Pharmacist Liang had already figured out his aptitude.

"You should cultivate here on Danxu Peak. There's a small courtyard right outside your door. Don't leave this mountain."

"Once you can protect yourself, go home. The Biyang Sword Sect is still in a closed state and has limited resources."

"Thank you so much, Pharmacist Liang!" Shen Moyan held the cultivation manual given to him as if it were a priceless treasure, and bowed again in gratitude.

He strode out of the Dan Hall with his head held high.

Just after Shen Moyan left, Pharmacist Liang's lips curled into a strange smile, and he chuckled to himself:

"Hehe, he believed it! He believed it! Another wonderful celestial melody!!"