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

Shen Moyan's sluggish thoughts came to a stop, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange space.

It was pitch black all around, but thanks to his years of experience sensing qi, Shen Moyan knew that he was in a completely enclosed space.

The space was cramped, filled with a strong medicinal fragrance and the coldness of metal. In the darkness, he could clearly feel that there were many hard objects piled up around him, which occasionally collided gently with the cultivator's movements, making a soft clattering sound.

He tried to move his body, but it was extremely difficult; he was already fixed in the white jade basin.

Shen Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly. There was no mistake. He had been hidden inside his sleeve.

Now I'm at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping board; I have to get out of this awful place immediately!

"You little thief, give me back my Human Essence Ginseng!"

"You old bastard, eat my words!"

The sounds of fighting outside grew increasingly intense, and the vibrations from the clash of spiritual energy seeped through his sleeves, causing the items inside to tumble and sway. Shen Moyan's ginseng body clung tightly to the white jade basin, shaking incessantly.

Wait a minute, maybe I can stay a little longer before leaving.

Shen Moyan suddenly realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The cultivators outside were engaged in fierce battle and would certainly have no time to pay attention to what was happening in his sleeve, but the things here might be his chance to come into contact with the orthodox cultivation system.

The "Green Wood Longevity Technique" is a trap; he practiced it and ended up becoming a ginseng.

Based on what I heard back then, the Sendo is dead, but there is still the old Sendo as clearly written in my book.

All of this indicates that the world he came from across dimensions has undergone tremendous changes.

However, the extraordinary still exists!

Regardless of what kind of sorcery it is, power is king! Without strength, everything is meaningless!

Shen Moyan suppressed his inner anxiety and gathered the remaining supreme true energy deep within his body. It was the foundation of his martial arts from three lifetimes, which had not completely dissipated even after his body had turned into a giant.

True Qi Condenses Silk - Capturing Objects from Afar!

His true energy spread out, enveloping the objects in this space.

A faint yet refined stream of true energy emanated from his consciousness, like a fine needle gently pricking the objects beside him.

Suddenly, he came across a three-inch-long flying sword. The blade gleamed coldly in the darkness, but as soon as his true energy touched the scabbard, a sharp pain shot through him.

The sword is engraved with the spiritual imprint of a cultivator, making it a magical artifact with restrictions!

Shen Moyan immediately changed the direction of his true energy, still feeling apprehensive. If he had touched it rashly, he would probably have been detected by the cultivator instantly.

He dared not be careless any longer, slowing down his internal energy probing considerably as he scanned the items in his sleeve one by one. There was a small bronze mirror, which felt like it had a burning mental barrier to the touch; two jade slips, their surfaces gleaming with a faint spiritual light, clearly also engraved with restrictions, making them untouchable; and a porcelain bottle containing pills, the stopper loose, emitting a pungent medicinal smell, but without a label, and Shen Moyan had no idea what the pills' effects were.

The fighting outside the sleeve intensified. The cultivator seemed to be injured; after a muffled groan, the sleeve slammed heavily to the ground, and the contents inside tumbled into a jumbled mess. A yellowed silk scroll was blown by the air currents to the side of Shen Moyan's ginseng leaf, and he immediately used his true energy to wrap around it.

There was no stinging sensation, no barrier, only the rough texture unique to silk.

"No restrictions?"

Shen Moyan was overjoyed and carefully manipulated his true energy to unfold a corner of the silk scroll.

When the silk book touched his ginseng leaf, a flood of information rapidly entered his mind.

"The Rising Sun Technique? What kind of weird name is that?"

"Wait, why can I understand it? Am I still in an illusion?"

Shen Moyan was filled with doubt and surprise as a massive amount of text entered his mind. He didn't recognize the words, but he could spontaneously understand their meaning.

"No, there's something strange about this world."

Both his six senses and the "as I have written" were telling Shen Moyan that his current will was reality, and it could not possibly be an illusion.

Language and writing have always been barriers to communication between different races.

Let alone people from different dimensions, even people from the same world but different historical periods may not be able to understand each other's languages ​​and writing systems.

Although cultivators can solve this problem by transmitting their voices, which connects their perceptions and allows for direct mental communication.

But words won't work.

Written language is inanimate, but linguistic information is extremely difficult to convert and understand across different symbol systems.

But something incredible happened: Shen Moyan is now reading the "Azure Sun Rising Technique" without any cognitive obstacles.

He couldn't understand these words, but he could automatically process and reconstruct them within his own language cognitive system.

"As expected of the cultivation world, the waters run deep," Shen Moyan remarked.

It seems this world has a rather high level of civilization.

There is a rule that spontaneously equalizes everyone's language cognition, eliminating barriers to education.

"Let's not worry about that for now. Time is of the essence, so let's watch as much as we can."

Shen Moyan was completely immersed in the "Biyang Chusheng Jue" and memorized it word by word.

"So that's how it is. This is the sect's cultivation technique of the Biyang Sword Sect. This silk scroll is a collection of notes written by He Liang in his spare time during his cultivation. No wonder there are no restrictions on it."

He Liang, who wrote down his insights on this technique, called the world where the Biyang Sword Sect was located the Great World of Mountains and Seas.

The Mountain and Sea Realm is vast and boundless; the area where the Biyang Sword Sect is located is merely a corner of this world.

The first two stages of "The Rising Sun Technique" have been completely saved to the bookmark.

Memorizing every word in a book took a toll on Shen Moyan's mental energy.

He looked at his current ginseng-like appearance and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

This body is at the mercy of others, completely reduced to food for them.

After taking a deep breath, Shen Moyan closed his eyes, firmly engraving his current predicament in his heart.

"Final words!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Moyan silently resolved to end this life.

Hold me as your pen, and write as I write.

Time stood still, and a large, illusory book appeared, its pages turning with a whoosh.

Scenes from Shen Moyan's life flashed by, his life transformed into lines of small characters in the book.

[End of writing, awakened and accomplished in this lifetime—]

【Dimensional Martial Emperor (White) (Bookmark already holds 3/9)】

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[You sacrificed yourself, saving beings who were supposed to perish along with this plane. Although you had ulterior motives, the outcome was good, preserving the last glimmer of hope.]

[Dimensional Martial Emperor: When you are in a smaller plane, the constraints imposed on you by the Heavenly Dao of that plane are greatly reduced, making it difficult to limit your cognition and strength with local laws]

[Furthermore, with power that transcends dimensional limitations, they can forcibly remain in a lower-level dimension.]

[The story is now beginning; please write your story.]

Shaolin Temple in the Great Qi Kingdom.

Patches of sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Shen Moyan's face.

"Bookmarks".

Shen Moyan exclaimed "As I wrote," and looked at the side where the bookmark was located.

"Erase my past immortal cultivation before inheriting it." He didn't want to become a ginseng after inheriting the cultivation.

The next moment, Shen Moyan's cultivation level returned to the pinnacle of the mortal realm.

[Real name: Shen Moyan]

Race: Human

[Realm: Pinnacle of Humanity (Martial Arts)]

[Current remaining lifespan: 218 (Martial Arts True Qi)]

[Current Skills: Azure Sun Rising Technique (Unskilled), Green Wood Longevity Technique (Old Immortal Path, Unskilled), Startling Swan Sword Technique (Self-created), Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique (Thirteen Levels), Purple Sun True Technique (Self-created, Perfected)...]

Recalling his past life, Shen Moyan sat cross-legged on the ground, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

He reached out his hand tremblingly, feeling his young and energetic body, and couldn't help but feel deeply moved.