Reincarnation Moon Shadow, Born of Supreme Yang

"We agreed not to dwell on it," Zhang Yue said softly. "Let's enjoy this rare peace here."

"My fault. My heart's unsettled again. I'll go get some air." Zhao Xing rose and walked away from beneath the peach blossom tree.

Sitting against the trunk of another large tree outside the courtyard, Zhao Xing drank beneath the moonlight, leaving Zhang Yue with nothing but a lonely profile.

After striking the right pose, he swiftly began thinking of a way to break the deadlock.

"Divine King Zhang Yue is a native life-form of the Great Yellow World. Bound by the great world, she will vanish along with it when its period of annihilation ends."

"The time of her death is practically fixed."

"Yu Heng, however, can live for a very long time because he came from the universe. His period of annihilation is far longer than that of the Great Yellow World."

"The difference between a great world and the universe makes their lifespans worlds apart. That was precisely why they had never truly come together."

Zhao Xing remembered clearly that, in the memoir, Zhang Yue often sighed over why she and Yu Heng were not from the same world.

She liked Yu Heng too, but she had never dared accept his feelings. Zhang Yue did not want Yu Heng to grieve over her death in the near future.

For that reason, Yu Heng and Zhang Yue had never become Dao companions or taken that final step.

"Yu Heng and Zhang Yue made many attempts, but none of them broke free of the great world's restraints."

"By now, Zhang Yue has completely given up hope. To stop Yu Heng from doing anything dangerous, she made a request: that he accompany her into seclusion in this little city and live an ordinary life."

"Yet Yu Heng keeps finding excuses to go out. He must be searching for a way to help Zhang Yue escape the Great Destruction." Zhao Xing thought to himself. "That will be my chance to obtain the relic and leave the Transmission Realm."

Just now, he had deliberately pretended to be heartbroken and without appetite, avoiding the meal.

"However, Divine King Yu Heng has only just returned. I can't make another excuse to leave right away. Besides, I still don't know what Yu Heng left Zhang Yue, or where he put it."

As he pondered, the sound of a flute drifted over.

Zhang Yue was playing music.

The flute was gentle, as though washing his soul clean and carrying away his worries.

Zhao Xing unexpectedly stopped fretting over how to break the deadlock, and his mood brightened.

When the tune ended, Zhang Yue smiled and put away her flute. "Yu Heng, I haven't seen you perform Battle Dance in a long time. Tonight is a full moon. Why not dance?"

Zhao Xing was about to refuse, but then he remembered that Zhang Yue's memoir mentioned many times how Yu Heng and she would often play music and dance after meals. Yu Heng had never been one to spoil the mood.

"Everything in the Transmission Realm has to fit the characters and the plot. In other words, if I refuse, it may trigger an anomaly."

"Fortunately, Bowei gave me this skill for real."

In Zhao Xing's panel, many skills had appeared from nothing. Over the past one hundred and twenty years, Bowei had imprinted them from the Transmission Realm using the Omniscient Divine Art.

Of course, Yu Heng himself was false. No matter how capable Bowei was, he could not extract Divine King Yu Heng's powerful skills from a second layer of falsehood.

Most of the spells could not merely be used—their names themselves were garbled text.

Zhao Xing did not even know what profession Divine King Yu Heng had. Zhang Yue's memoir had not mentioned it either.

Fortunately, Battle Dance was there. After only a brief hesitation, Zhao Xing immediately began dancing atop the branch.

It was Zhao Xing's first time using Battle Dance, so he was somewhat clumsy at first. Zhang Yue quickly grew suspicious.

Yet she did not stop him, because Zhao Xing rapidly became more and more proficient.

By the end of the tune, Zhao Xing had brought this dance technique to perfection.

"Yu Heng, you've gotten rusty."

"Hahaha, I was away too long and haven't danced in ages, so I'm rusty." Zhao Xing used his laughter to conceal the turmoil in his heart.

"How about one more? I guarantee you'll be satisfied~"

Zhang Yue merely snorted. "It's only for amusement, not a mission. Why make such a fuss?"

"You didn't even eat the food I made. You're not allowed to travel far again."

With that, Zhang Yue entered the study. Her silhouette was cast upon the curtain as she turned the pages of a book.

Helpless, Zhao Xing could only return to the room where Yu Heng stayed.

He had held some expectations for Yu Heng's room.

But after pushing open the door, he found no divine artifacts within. It was like a guest room at an inn, filled only with ordinary everyday artifacts.

"Are they really living in seclusion this thoroughly? Even this separate residence is rented."

"Still, there's one advantage. Zhang Yue and Yu Heng are both maintaining low cultivation levels, so they won't be able to sense every thought in my heart."

The thought flashed through Zhao Xing's mind. Then he sat cross-legged in meditation, his true spirit within his life palace quietly calling Bowei's name.

There was no response. It seemed he could only rely on himself.

He did not sleep all night.

Early the next morning, Zhao Xing discovered that Zhang Yue had gone out.

She seemed to have a job in the little city, working as a Weaving Girl—a profession Zhang Yue had never tried before. Every day, she went to the city's Divine Weaving Office to make divine robes.

Zhao Xing dearly wanted to sneak into Zhang Yue's study for a look, but he restrained himself.

Since there was nothing in Divine King Yu Heng's room, there was probably nothing in Zhang Yue's room either.

"Do I have to make her hand it over herself?"

Zhao Xing's brows were furrowed with worry.

Yet what came next gave him even more of a headache.

Although this Transmission Realm was unlike the one in the Moon Luo Ancient Kingdom, with its coup and siege battles—

Because Zhang Yue and Yu Heng were at such high levels, even their daily lives were full of danger.

For example, Zhao Xing could not keep avoiding the food Zhang Yue cooked.

And the moment he ate it, a problem arose.

Yu Heng and Zhang Yue were merely living in modest seclusion, suppressing their realms, but they had no intention of depriving themselves when it came to food.

Thus, all the ingredients Zhang Yue prepared were extremely high-grade.

Even if they were only for satisfying one's appetite rather than cultivation, they were still overwhelmingly potent for a demigod like Zhao Xing.

The fatal part was that the ingredients were essentially created by false spells.

Zhao Xing had no ability to digest them at all.

On the first day after eating them, Zhao Xing discovered that he had begun to be poisoned.

A poisoning progress bar appeared on his panel.

Fate River Absolute Mist (poison source, false spell): 1%

Warning: Upon accumulating to 100%, the false spell will become real poison. This cannot be reversed even after leaving the Transmission Realm.

?

It accumulated by 1% in a single day. At this rate, he would be dead in just over three months.

And it would be irreversible even if he left the Transmission Realm.

Looking at the tranquil and peaceful residence, Zhao Xing felt a chill creep into his heart.

"I have to find a way to remove the poison, or sooner or later I'll die here."

At that moment, Divine King Zhang Yue pushed open the gate and entered carrying a box.

She looked at Zhao Xing beneath the peach blossom tree with a gentle smile. "Yu Heng, I'm back. Are you hungry? I found some new ingredients today."

Zhao Xing wanted badly to say he was not hungry, but the moment the thought surfaced, he felt a sense of foreboding.

So he could only pretend to be very interested. "Oh? Really? Hurry up and cook. I can't wait!"

After a meal and a round of Battle Dance, Zhao Xing found that his poison had accumulated to 2%.

As usual, Divine King Zhang Yue returned to her room to read.

Zhao Xing, meanwhile, began researching the poison of the Fate River Absolute Mist himself.

He tried using needles on himself, but they had no effect whatsoever.

He had once cultivated the medical path as a secondary discipline, but he had not studied it deeply. As for the Five Great Divine Medicines, he had only grasped the bare basics.

"Is my medical skill insufficient, or is this a false spell, meaning I'm using the wrong method?"

For several days straight, he made no progress in removing the poison.

On the forty-eighth day, Divine King Zhang Yue invited Zhao Xing out to admire the moon.

Her first words made Zhao Xing's heart tremble slightly.

"Yu Heng, why have you been studying the medical path lately?"

"You didn't want me traveling far, so I had to find something to do. I've just been studying it casually."

The memoir had never specifically mentioned that Divine King Yu Heng knew medicine.

But medicine was the preferred secondary discipline for many professions.

It should not be especially unusual for Divine King Yu Heng to study the medical path when bored.

Sure enough, Zhang Yue did not ask further. She merely nodded gently, then began chatting about trivial matters at the Divine Weaving Office.

Zhao Xing quietly listened until Zhang Yue finished, and then an idea occurred to him.

"Listening to you makes me want to go experience it myself."

"What, Yu Heng wants to go to the Divine Weaving Office too?" Zhang Yue teased. "They don't take men, unless you're willing to dress as a woman. That wouldn't be difficult for you."

"Of course not the Divine Weaving Office. I've become quite interested in the medical path lately, so I plan to visit the city's apothecaries tomorrow."

"There is a Spring Apothecary in the city, though I don't know whether they're still recruiting." Zhang Yue said.

Five Seasons Apothecaries existed in every era, and there was a Spring Apothecary in this little city as well.

"The Spring Apothecary's assessments are strict. Don't violate our agreement."

Zhang Yue and Yu Heng had agreed not to reveal their realms. Otherwise, let alone a branch apothecary, even the headquarters of the Five Seasons Apothecary would grant Divine King Yu Heng the status of a Medicine God.

"Zhang Yue, don't underestimate me." Zhao Xing smiled. "How could this possibly stump me?"

Early the next morning, Zhao Xing entered the Spring Apothecary in the little city.

The moment he stepped inside, his pupils contracted.

Because this god-level figure inside the apothecary appeared like this in Zhao Xing's eyes:

Bi Qi / Sun Baifeng (false spell effect)

Peak Divine General / Peak Divine Soldier (false spell effect)

Profession: Medicine God

"Wei Tianchen's teacher? He actually entered the Transmission Realm too?"

Just as Zhao Xing wondered whether he was hallucinating, an apprentice emerged from behind a screen carrying tea.

Zhao Xing glanced at him. Before the false name, the other party's true name was: Wei Tianchen.

Now Zhao Xing could be certain that others had entered the Transmission Realm after him.

While Zhao Xing observed Bi Qi, Bi Qi was also observing Zhao Xing, and he was even somewhat flustered.

Because time inside and outside the Transmission Realm did not match, Bi Qi, Wei Tianchen, and Chou Gu had entered the Moon Shadow Realm later, yet entered the city's storyline more than three hundred years earlier!

The little city was not large. Bi Qi had already memorized all the fixed plot characters.

He had thoroughly investigated who lived on every street, what realm they possessed, and what professions they practiced.

Yet now, a late-stage Divine Soldier had suddenly appeared at the Spring Apothecary, seeking to join and study medicine.

In Bi Qi's eyes, this had triggered an extra plotline.

Bi Qi now had two guesses.

First, someone had entered Burial God Cave after them and found Divine King Zhang Yue's tomb, which was why a new character had appeared.

Second, he still had not remotely understood the story recorded by this Transmission Realm. The person before him was still someone like Shu Kui, only they had not encountered him until now.

Either possibility was extremely dangerous.

Faced with Zhao Xing's request to enter the apothecary and study medicine, Bi Qi fell silent for a moment, unsure whether he should agree.

Wei Tianchen, on the other hand, had not thought that deeply. He was simply curiously examining Zhao Xing, this "new character."

"The Spring Apothecary is not recruiting at this time—"

Bi Qi had just been about to refuse politely, but when he saw Zhao Xing frown, his heart skipped a beat and he abruptly changed his tune.

"However, there are exceptions at the Spring Apothecary."

"What does the master mean?"

"I need time to prepare an assessment for you, Fellow Daoist. If you pass, you may join the Spring Apothecary." After thinking it over, Bi Qi decided to discuss it with Chou Gu before making a final decision.

If possible, he would lower the difficulty of the assessment and let this person pass.

If not, he would raise the difficulty.

In any case, he was the master of this branch in the little city, and this left him room to maneuver.

But Zhao Xing did not let Bi Qi off so easily. "How long will the master need to prepare?"

Bi Qi pondered. "Not long. Three days will suffice."

"Good. Thank you, Master." Zhao Xing rose and cupped his hands. "Then I shall return in three days."

After seeing Zhao Xing off, Bi Qi hurried to the Diviners' Hall in the city.

Seeing Bi Qi's rushed expression, Divine General Chou Gu hurriedly asked, "Today isn't our meeting day. What happened?"

Bi Qi said thoughtfully, "A late-stage Divine Soldier suddenly came to my Spring Apothecary and said he wanted to join the apothecary to study. Yet I have never seen this person during these three hundred years."

Divine General Chou Gu asked, "How did you handle it?"

"I neither refused nor agreed immediately. I only said I would prepare an assessment for him in three days, sent him away, and came to find you at once."

The matter was suspicious, and Divine General Chou Gu did not dare treat it lightly. He closed his eyes and formed hand seals, seemingly entering a deep deduction.

Bi Qi waited anxiously for two and a half days. Just as the agreed time approached, Divine General Chou Gu finally opened his eyes.

"Well?"

"Let him pass." Divine General Chou Gu's face was ashen. "That is all I can say."

"Understood. I'll return at once."

Three days later, Zhao Xing once more visited the Spring Apothecary.

He was deeply anxious as well. These three days had been agonizing.

If Bi Qi had been a plot character, things would have been somewhat better. But Bi Qi had come from the outside world. If he refused, Zhao Xing would have no way to resolve his poisoning.

As for the medicines Qing Yuzi had bought, Zhao Xing did not dare take them out, never mind whether they could be used.

Acting reasonably was the essential principle of survival in the Transmission Realm. If he solved the problem out of nowhere without even joining the apothecary, it would definitely trigger uncontrollable events.

"Master Sun, I've returned. I wonder whether you've finished preparing?"

Bi Qi nodded. "Everything is ready. Please follow me."

He brought Zhao Xing to the rear courtyard's pill pavilion, where two pot-shaped pill furnaces with gilt handles stood.

Swish~

With a wave of Bi Qi's hand, a medicine cabinet appeared between the two pill furnaces.

"Disciple, come here."

At Bi Qi's call, Wei Tianchen appeared at his side.

Bi Qi then pointed at the pill furnaces, then at Wei Tianchen.

"Fellow Daoist, you and my disciple will refine according to the pill formula at the same time."

"You may take any materials you need, but the time is limited to twelve hours."

"Whoever produces more finished pills of better quality wins."

"As long as you surpass my disciple, you will have passed the test."

Surpass Wei Tianchen? Zhao Xing had not expected Bi Qi to set such a test.

Was the other party planning to go easy on him? But why would he do that?

As Zhao Xing pondered this, Bi Qi had already activated the barriers around the pill furnaces.

Wei Tianchen did not waste a moment. After glancing over the formula, he immediately began taking medicinal ingredients from the cabinet.

By the time Zhao Xing reacted and stepped up beside a pill furnace, four kinds of true fire had already risen from Wei Tianchen's hands, and he had entered the stage of grinding and preparing the ingredients.

Seeing Zhao Xing lag half a beat behind, Wei Tianchen could not help feeling a little smug.

Though this man was a god-level expert, he clearly was not a Medicine God. His teacher had said that this man's medical skill was, at most, at the demigod level.

Since they were at the same level, Wei Tianchen had nothing to fear. He would certainly follow his teacher's instructions, give it his all, and defeat his opponent!

Zhao Xing examined the pill formula and discovered that it was one of the Five Great Divine Medicines formulas.

It was simply not yet complete.

"Did Bi Qi give the outside world this formula because he never obtained the formula originally contained within the Transmission Realm?"

Transmission Realms contained all manner of things, including secret arts one could learn. Zhao Xing himself had learned Battle Dance.

However, he could not tell what the other party intended.

After some thought, Zhao Xing also took medicinal ingredients from the cabinet. True fire rose from his hands as well. After warming and adjusting them, he even tasted them himself.

Then, within the flames in his palm, he began tempering the materials and blending their medicinal properties.

"Hm?" Both Bi Qi and Wei Tianchen were somewhat puzzled when they saw Zhao Xing's technique.

Wei Tianchen was using the ancient medical Four-Fire Medicine-Adjusting Method. Before the medicinal ingredients entered the pill furnace, they had to undergo the steps of adjustment, warming, tasting,

and combining.

This approach was very old-fashioned. By the later Luo Emperor Era, physicians had become accustomed to moving the combining and tasting steps to after the ingredients entered the furnace. Before entering the pill furnace, only adjustment and warming remained.

For the sake of convenience, these two stages were usually even handed over to puppets.

Physicians who personally tasted and combined ingredients had become relatively rare.

The main difference was that once the ingredients entered the pill furnace, their medicinal properties were no longer easy to control precisely.

But after Mechanism Masters rose to prominence, pill furnace artifacts underwent tremendous advancement. Even after ingredients entered the furnace, precise control could still be achieved.

If one had to name a difference, it was merely a one-in-a-million difference in toxin removal.

What did a little toxicity matter? As long as the beneficial effects were the same, cultivators who consumed the medicine could expel a little extra poison themselves.

Ancient medical refining methods consumed time and effort, so their practitioners rapidly dwindled, while newer schools of physicians quickly expanded.

Bi Qi and Wei Tianchen could tell at a glance that Zhao Xing also belonged to the traditional school.

Even his fire-control techniques somewhat resembled their own lineage.

"Fire within wood, fire within stone, fire in the air, fire of the soul—these are the medicine-adjusting and medicine-warming methods commonly used by the ancient medical school. Why is he using them too?"

Wei Tianchen found it all strangely familiar.

Bi Qi's expression, meanwhile, grew grave. This plot character was far too strange. Could he be imitating Tianchen?

Surely he could not have known it already.

Zhao Xing had his reasons for doing this.

A small part of his medical skill came from what he had learned in the Bai Han Realm when he obtained the Heavenly Change Divine Needle. Most of it, however, came from Wei Tianchen.

Without using this, he had no way to compete with Wei Tianchen.

Besides, he wanted to probe Bi Qi's attitude and see whether cooperation was possible.

He had no choice. Divine King Zhang Yue fed him poison every day. If the Fatal Poison Mist continued accumulating, he would be done for.

In the short term, he had no good solution. Even if he tried to teach himself, there was no way he could accomplish it in so little time.

But Bi Qi might be able to help him solve this problem.

"Go."

Wei Tianchen still finished the adjustment and warming stages first. With one hand, he pointed at the pill furnace and opened its lid.

The medicinal ingredients melting in his other hand spiraled down like a stream of water into the pill furnace.

Buzz~

The pill furnace's lid closed. Eight openings around its outer wall continuously expelled air.

Pure qi rose and reentered the pill furnace.

Turbid qi sank and was swiftly isolated by Wei Tianchen.

During this process, qi enveloped the inside and outside of the pill furnace, giving it the appearance of a glazed lamp.

Thus, this was also called the Glazed Furnace Method.

Seeing this, Zhao Xing copied the technique, tossing the medicinal ingredients into his own pill furnace. Pure and turbid qi likewise flowed from its sides, forming a glazed lamp as well.

At this sight, Wei Tianchen was stunned. He transmitted his voice to his teacher, "Teacher, how does he know our school's pill furnace method too? That can't be right, can it?"

Bi Qi's mind was likewise filled with countless question marks.

In the end, he could only force out an explanation.

"The step of putting medicinal ingredients into the furnace differs little among ancient methods. It is nothing more than expelling the turbid and drawing in the pure. Perhaps it merely looks similar, like a martial artist's spear techniques—lifting, thrusting, sweeping."

"Still, he may also be imitating you."

But soon, Wei Tianchen and Bi Qi no longer thought so.

In the latter half of Zhao Xing's refining process, his pill fire suddenly changed. The eight openings abruptly turned azure, like eight azure dragons weaving back and forth through the pill furnace.

It looked like an even more advanced version of Wei Tianchen's Glazed Furnace Method.

Wei Tianchen fell into brief bewilderment, while Bi Qi was utterly unable to make sense of it.

Zhao Xing chuckled inwardly.

This method had been created by Wei Tianchen in the Profound Yellow World and was called the Azure Dragon Glazed Furnace Method.

At the Fengshan Land of the Profound Yellow World, it was not only Zhao Xing who had improved. Wei Tianchen and Bamboo Sword had improved as well.

Using the method Wei Tianchen would create in the future to beat the current Wei Tianchen—there was no way it would not be overwhelming.

"Hah!"

Wei Tianchen's competitive spirit surged. Blazing battle intent ignited in his eyes as he drove the pill furnace until it hummed and shook.

Zhao Xing's eight azure dragons, on the other hand, grew thinner and thinner until they vanished completely into the pill furnace.

He entered the pill-forming stage a step ahead of Wei Tianchen.

Two hours later, Zhao Xing pointed a finger.

"Open!"

The furnace lid opened and swiftly transformed into a box, glowing with faint golden light as it landed in Zhao Xing's hand.

"Apothecary Master, I don't think there is any need to continue wasting medicinal ingredients." Zhao Xing handed over the box.

"Mhm." Bi Qi nodded. The moment he received the box, he knew the quality of the pills inside.

They were absolutely better than what his disciple would produce, and Zhao Xing had also been faster. The victor of this test had already been decided.

"Stop!"

Bi Qi pressed down with his hand, ending Wei Tianchen's refining.

"Teacher, did he really refine them better than I did?"

"He did indeed refine them better than you."

Hearing this, Wei Tianchen began to doubt his life. Hadn't they said that the other party's medical skill was only at the demigod level?

But considering that this was a Void Transrealm, even an impossibly gifted genius could be fake, so Wei Tianchen did not dwell on it too much.

Bi Qi, however, spoke thoughtfully.

"Fellow Daoist Han, although you are Divine Soldier Grade, your medical skill remains at the demigod realm. Therefore, you will only receive the demigod treatment of the Spring Apothecary. You may study medicine with me alongside him."

"Return in three days to receive the teachings and assume your post."

Zhao Xing clasped his hands. "Thank you, Apothecary Master Sun."

Three days later, the toxins in Zhao Xing's body had accumulated beyond fifty percent. That day, after Zhang Yue went out, he once again came to the Spring Apothecary. Bi Qi led him into a private chamber. Aside from preparing Zhao Xing's identification for the Five Seasons Apothecary and issuing him ritual robes,

a medicine box, and other artifacts, Bi Qi also gave him a Dao scripture and specifically urged Zhao Xing to cultivate diligently.

However, the Dao scripture could not be taken away. It could only be read there, and after it had been read, it would automatically burn away.

Zhao Xing looked at Bi Qi and immediately understood his intentions.

The contents of the Dao scripture contained the sigils of a Fate Master. It seemed Bi Qi was trying to communicate with Zhao Xing.

However, they could not speak freely. Zhao Xing had to master this unique sigil before they could formally converse.

"Revealing heavenly secrets is forbidden. Is this to bypass the restrictions of the Transmission Realm?" Zhao Xing took only half a day to fully master the sigils left behind by the Fate Master Chou Gu.

Afterward, he drew the sigils in a blank book.

But Bi Qi ignored them and merely asked Zhao Xing to leave.

The next day, Zhao Xing came to the Spring Apothecary again.

It was the same private chamber, but aside from Bi Qi, there was one more person.

It was precisely the Chou Gu god who Zhao Xing had seen at the transmission plaza.

"How do you wish to cooperate?"

Chou Gu got straight to the point and asked directly. The sigils Zhao Xing had left behind yesterday had been a request for cooperation.

He did not ask who Zhao Xing was or how he had come here. Those things were unimportant.

"I hold the protagonist identity of this Transmission Realm." Zhao Xing first laid out his advantage. "You must understand the rules of a Transmission Realm very clearly. With me, there is a greater chance of leaving this place."

Chou Gu and Bi Qi exchanged a glance before Chou Gu asked, "What do you need?"

"A cure for poison," Zhao Xing said. "I have been afflicted by Fate River Absolute Mist. In less than fifty days, the poison in my body will fully manifest."

"Fate River Absolute Mist?" Bi Qi's expression changed. It was one of the four great toxic source bodies within the Burial God Cave.

"Using falsehood to fight falsehood. Since I was poisoned here, only the Medicine God here can cure me." Zhao Xing stared at Bi Qi.

"I cannot cure this." Bi Qi shook his head.

"If I die, then all of this ends." Zhao Xing said in a deep voice, "Perhaps you will be saved, or perhaps you will vanish along with it."

Bi Qi and Chou Gu both fell silent.

The private chamber was terrifyingly quiet, but an answer soon came.

"I can help," Bi Qi said. "But we want to know your identity."

Chou Gu added, "Your Transmission Realm identity, as well as your true identity."

This time, it was Zhao Xing's turn to fall silent.

But he had no better option now. After hesitating for a quarter of an hour, he chose to tell them.

"Yu Heng, Zhao Xing."

Bi Qi showed no reaction to either name. Divine King Yu Heng had gone into divine concealment, and until his death, only Zhang Yue had known. Later, Zhao Xing and Qing Yuzi learned of it as well.

As for the name Zhao Xing, Bi Qi had never heard it. The Wilderness Era was too distant, and he rarely took the initiative to learn about Evil Gods. If it had been Qing Yuzi, he might have had some impression.

Yet Zhao Xing's name was thunderous in Chou Gu's ears.

A dim light burst from his eyes, and he lost his composure for the first time. "It's actually you! So many gods have been searching for you, yet you... I never expected you to be here!"

Of course, the Chou Gu god knew of the Ten Directions Mountain Scripture and Zhao Xing. After all, this was Ten Directions Mountain, the ultimate sacred land of all Fate Masters!

"It's me." Zhao Xing nodded. "Do you need proof?"

"No." Chou Gu shook his head. "Once you told me, I knew it was true."

"He will help you detoxify, and I will provide assistance as well." Chou Gu did not hesitate.

"No additional conditions?"

"None." Chou Gu revealed a faint smile. "Helping you is itself a benefit."

Bi Qi truly had some skill. After Zhao Xing left the apothecary, the toxins in his body dropped to twenty-eight percent.

However, the rate of removal slowed after that.

From then on, Zhao Xing lived a simple life, spending every day either at the apothecary or at the residence.

A month later, the void toxins in Zhao Xing's body had been completely cleared.

But he developed a new type of toxin.

Zhang Yue's ingredients had changed, and she began accumulating another toxic source body within him called the Dao Collapse Worm.

"Could it be that these ingredients are actually transformed toxic source bodies preserved within the Transmission Realm?" Zhao Xing looked at the delicious food and could not help feeling nauseated.

If void spells were built upon the foundation of real matter, then these meals really were bugs.

"What is it? Does it not suit your taste?" Seeing Zhao Xing not touch his chopsticks, Zhang Yue could not help asking.

"No, I like it very much." Zhao Xing smiled and began eating large mouthfuls.

After finishing, he even took the initiative to invite Zhang Yue to dance.

Before returning to his room, Zhao Xing proposed for the first time that he wanted to leave the city and look around outside.

"Yu Heng, you and I both know that the destruction of the Great Yellow World cannot be avoided. This would only be wasted effort." Zhang Yue gently tried to dissuade him.

"The last extinction of an era should have been my time to die. You exhausted your divine essence to help me Pass Through this calamity."

"I don't want you to risk your life outside again."

"If you die, what meaning would there be in my living?" Zhao Xing grasped Zhang Yue's hand. "I want to try once more."

"How do you want to try?"

"I hope to complete deep divine concealment. Other than you, I want nothing in this Great Yellow World to retain any trace of me, including the things I left with you."

Divine King Zhang Yue pulled her hand free, and her gaze turned cold.

Zhao Xing's heart skipped a beat. It seemed he had been too hasty.

Fortunately, Zhang Yue made no further move. She merely said flatly,

"Yu Heng, I'm a little tired. Let's discuss this another time."

The situation seemed to have reached a deadlock. Zhao Xing discovered that whenever he mentioned needing to complete deep divine concealment or expressed any desire to leave, Zhang Yue's attitude would rapidly turn cold.

Yet the small city world was devoid of any upheaval. The people and events passing through it were all peaceful, with no fierce conflicts whatsoever.

Zhao Xing could not see any external factor that might prompt Divine King Zhang Yue to change her mind.

"Within this Transmission Realm, Zhang Yue preserved her ordinary life with Divine King Yu Heng. The point was simplicity."

"This kind of situation is the hardest to break."

It had already been thirty years since Zhao Xing entered, and he was beginning to despair.

Such tranquility meant that even if he wanted to seize an opportunity and use some incident to achieve his goal, there was no way to do so.

"In the memoir, Zhang Yue deeply regretted not keeping Yu Heng back and agreeing to his final adventure. It was precisely after that operation that, not long afterward, she sensed Divine King Yu Heng's death."

"If the Zhang Yue in this Transmission Realm was formed from her obsession, then it would be nearly impossible for me, playing Divine King Yu Heng, to get out."

"Then how did Lao Qing and I ultimately obtain the relic? How was it done?"

Zhao Xing felt so worried that his hair was about to fall out.

Then he looked down and discovered that he had been poisoned again.

"Cough—"

The past thirty-odd years had not been entirely without gains. Following Bi Qi, Zhao Xing's medical skills had improved greatly. He could now treat ordinary poisons on his own.

"Pfft!"

After pulling out the needle, Zhao Xing expelled the poison, casually incinerated it, and fell into thought again beneath the peach blossom tree.

"What was the significance of the city Bowei created? Was it merely to send me in here to experience this? Have I overlooked something?"

Zhao Xing reexamined everything he had experienced since entering the Transmission Realm, constantly sorting through it in his mind.

"The moment I descended here was when Divine King Yu Heng returned from his adventure."

"The poison I suffered was fake, but it could become real."

"Battle Dance is a real skill."

"Divine King Zhang Yue's obsession is to live in seclusion with Divine King Yu Heng forever, leading a peaceful life."

"In the memoir, Divine King Zhang Yue regretted agreeing to Yu Heng's final adventure."

Zhao Xing slowly walked through the residence where Yu Heng and Zhang Yue had lived. Divine King Yu Heng had loved planting trees, and the estate was filled with all sorts of miraculous plants.

In the end, he opened his status panel again and studied it thoughtfully.

"The memoir never mentioned Divine King Yu Heng's profession. On the panel, my realm and name are both fabricated, with an extra identity added."

"But in the profession field, it still says Minister of Agriculture / Divine Farmer. Nothing extra was added."

"So Yu Heng was a Minister of Agriculture God King."

"Reincarnation moon shadow, born from supreme yang—"

"Suppose moon shadow represents falsehood, while supreme yang represents truth."

"If Qing Yuzi and I obtaining the Key of Inheritance was destined..."

"Zhang Yue loved Yu Heng so deeply. Yet after learning of Divine King Yu Heng's death, her obsession should not have been to wallow in a false history..."

Muttering to himself, Zhao Xing gradually returned to the spot outside the estate where he had first stood. A bold decision formed in his heart.

Before carrying it out, however, he first went to the Spring Apothecary and told Bi Qi and God Minister Chou Gu of his decision.

"Have you made up your mind?" Bi Qi asked. "If your judgment is wrong, we may have no way back. If we wait a little longer, perhaps there will be new changes."

"I've thought it through," Zhao Xing said. "As far as I know, the two of you have been here for more than three hundred years, and everything has remained unchanged."

"Without counting an outsider like me, the Transmission Realm can be considered to have undergone no changes at all."

"If it has been like this for three hundred years, it will likely remain so for three thousand years."

"Continuing to wait serves no purpose other than wasting our lives."

Bi Qi had no response and turned to look at Chou Gu.

"If we're wrong, we die. If we wait, we may still die. We might as well let him try," Chou Gu offered.

That evening, Zhao Xing returned to the estate and waited quietly beneath the peach blossom tree.

Before long, the courtyard gate was pushed open. Zhang Yue returned as usual, wearing a gentle smile.

Little by little, Zhao Xing returned to his own appearance. He deliberately revealed his aura and put on the Space-Time Grain Rain Robe.

After straightening his clothes, he bent at the waist and bowed deeply. "Minister of Agriculture Zhao Xing pays respects to Senior Zhang Yue."

Zhang Yue's smile gradually faded, her expression turning icy. The entire space-time of the Transmission Realm seemed to freeze completely.

A terrifying pressure radiated from Zhang Yue's body. Coldness swept over him, as though it intended to freeze Zhao Xing's soul stiff. At the same time, he heard an icy voice. "You have quite the nerve!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Xing said with difficulty, "Senior, Divine King Yu Heng still has hope of being resurrected!"

Divine King Zhang Yue's pressure paused.

Sensing this, Zhao Xing hurriedly took out the memoir and said, "Senior left behind a memoir and established a cenotaph. The obsession in your heart was not to keep Senior Yu Heng by your side, but to let him live well."

"Otherwise, if you truly wished to hide this cenotaph, you could have placed the memoir here as well. Then no one in the world would truly know of Divine King Yu Heng, and he would never again be disturbed."

"Yet the Great Yellow World was ultimately destroyed, and this cenotaph was also reduced to nothing."

"You knew this, yet you still established the Hidden Tomb Realm containing the memoir, as well as the cenotaph concealed within Burial God Cave."

"I did indeed once harbor a trace of hope." The chill in Divine King Zhang Yue's eyes eased somewhat. "At the moment I sensed Yu Heng's death, I spent everything I possessed and invited several God Kings to distort that space-time and alter his fate."

"Yet even after exhausting all I had, it could not be done. Instead, due to our repeated attempts, no God King could set foot in that space-time anymore."

"You are merely a minor divine soldier. What gives you the right to boast that you can fulfill my wish?"

"Senior, my current cultivation is indeed shallow, and I have no way to do it now. But that does not mean it will be impossible in the future." Zhao Xing drew out a thread of memory from his mind. "I created a scripture. Please take a look, Senior."

Divine King Zhang Yue calmly watched the memory thread drift toward her. Catching it in her hand, a flicker of emotion passed through her eyes.

Because what Zhao Xing had shown her was the process of creating the Ten Directions Mountain Scripture at the Ancient Hill of Antiquity.

Seeing that Divine King Zhang Yue remained unmoved, Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and released the regressed Qing Yuzi from his Inner World.

"Senior, I am not alone. You and Divine King Yu Heng loved and understood one another, so you should know the situation outside. This is my friend. He was able to become the God of Seasonal Timing in the distant Wilderness Era. Does that not prove that the impossible can become possible?"

Zhang Yue looked at Qing Yuzi, but her expression still did not change.

Zhao Xing then shouted, "Elder!!!"

In the outside world, Bowei, who had been presiding over the Twin Cities Formation, sighed helplessly. He ended the formation and voluntarily entered the city, descending into the estate.

"Greetings, Senior Zhang Yue."

The instant Zhang Yue saw Bowei, Divine King Zhang Yue was moved.

A Scholar God! A scholar could actually become a god, and even reach the level of a God King?

If it was merely Qing Yuzi's experience, she could ignore it. It was difficult, but not enough to be considered "impossible" by a God King.

But the existence of the Ten Directions Mountain Scripture and a Scholar God were things that a God King would deem impossible.

Otherwise, the Great Emperor, the Moon God Palace Master, and the Master of Reincarnation Hall would not have been so astonished back then. They had even been reluctant to kill Bowei, instead allowing him to atone for his crimes by rendering service to Zhao Xing.

The obsession Divine King Zhang Yue had left within the Transmission Realm had never truly held hope for Yu Heng's resurrection. Since no God King could enter the space-time in which Divine King Yu Heng had died, whether she left behind the memoir or the cenotaph, it was only so that someone could inherit Yu Heng's legacy.

Even this intention occupied only a small part of her obsession. For the most part, she truly did not wish to be disturbed.

But now, the situation had changed.

With a wave of Divine King Zhang Yue's hand, four spheres of light immediately appeared before Zhao Xing.

At the same time, within Divine Machine City.

The Boundless True God woke from his throne with a face full of shock.

At that moment, every inch of space within the great hall was filled with hair—and all of it had grown from his left arm!

"What... what is going on?!"