Mortal

And at this moment.

Inside the boulder.

A vast the Unseen void lies hidden within.

In this void, there was nothing else but a small golden monkey sleeping soundly.

A thick gray mist swirled around the golden monkey.

But at this moment, the gray fog was gradually disappearing.

In this space, an old figure had appeared out of nowhere.

His entire body was covered in gray stone skin, and his eye sockets were filled with gray mist. His aged hands waved, actually grabbing the gray mist that filled the space and swallowing it all.

He was like an old ghost, feeding on gray mist!

"Since crossing the Great Gate and entering this small world, I haven't found anything to eat for a long time..."

"I'm starving..."

Before long, the gray mist in this space had been completely absorbed by the gray-haired old man!

He... does not exist in the Yang Realm.

After devouring all the gray mist, the old man stared at the sleeping golden monkey in this space, a greedy glint in his eyes.

"... The Dao Embryo left behind by a powerful figure from the 'Pre-White Mist Era'?"

"The true treasure... consuming you would greatly benefit me!"

The old man approached the golden monkey step by step, his aged hands outstretched as if to grab it.

But, the next moment, wisps of thin white mist seemed to emerge around the golden monkey.

Suddenly, the old man's hands trembled, and the thick gray mist in his eyes seemed to thin a little, as if he were struggling!

"No... I cannot be transformed... I was once a being of the White Mist, and having chosen the Path of Gray Mist, I cannot lose my mind..."

The old man's face immediately contorted in pain.

"The White Mist Era has finally come to an end; all creatures of white mist will perish, only gray mist will remain their final resting place..."

"This Dao embryo has already fallen into the Unseen, its life force severed, becoming a stillborn fetus. Eating it... is nothing much; it can even temporarily suppress the ominous and eerie feeling within my body..."

He murmured to himself, then reached out his hand again.

But then he added:

"No! If I were to feed on the creatures of white mist... I would truly and utterly become a creature of gray mist... No!"

At that moment, the old man actually knelt on the ground in pain, his whole body trembling.

Gray mist surged within him, desires swelled, and an ominous and eerie aura emanated from him, seemingly extinguishing the last vestige of clarity in his eyes!

"I clearly found someone in the Divine Realm who could temporarily suppress the strangeness within my main body. The karma surrounding her should be able to restrain my main body, so why... am I still losing myself..."

His whole body was about to convulse!

However, right at this very moment...

Suddenly, streaks of blood entered this space.

Upon seeing the blood, the old man became excited. He rushed forward and greedily drank all the blood.

Suddenly, the surging gray mist within him calmed down.

The old man gradually regained his senses!

"I... I almost became a complete slave to the gray fog!"

The old man was filled with lingering fear as he recalled what had just happened.

"The Gray Mist Origin is too terrifying... it's simply uncontrollable..."

He murmured to himself, then suddenly remembered something, his expression changed abruptly, and he said:

"Oh no! While I was absorbing the gray mist here, I became lost and it seems... I've already transmitted the Gray Mist Origin outwards once...?"

He was actually somewhat terrified.

As a white mist being who has chosen the Path of Gray Mist, he must constantly devour gray mist to survive.

However, the Gray Mist Origin will change him, turning him into a slave to the gray fog and completely alienating him.

Moreover, the Gray Mist Origin has an inherent tendency to destroy everything; it will spread outwards on its own. Anyone who obtains the Gray Mist Origin and cultivates it...

They will all become slaves to the gray fog!

"The main body suppressed itself within the divine realm, sending out hundreds of avatars to search for the gray mist to prolong its life... My being lost means that the other avatars must also have become lost..."

"It seems the Gray Mist Origin has already appeared in this small world..."

"I... I will destroy this world!"

There was a hint of fear on his face!

Because... he hasn't completely lost his conscience and reason; he still retains some awareness of the beings in the white mist.

At that very moment, he discovered that in this hidden void, it seemed that strands of blood were flowing in again!

"This blood... whose blood is this!?"

The old man exclaimed in surprise, "Just now, I obtained a small amount of this blood, which suppressed the gray mist within my body..."

"To be able to suppress the gray fog, this blood must originate from Supreme Being..."

He flicked his finger, and a drop of blood fell into his hand. Looking down at it closely, he suddenly realized what had happened.

"No, this blood did not come from a supreme being. It was able to suppress the gray mist because it contained a rich essence of white mist!"

His eyes widened in surprise, and he said:

"Since the beginning of the Post-White Mist Era... it has become almost impossible to find this level of White Mist essence in the Chaos Ancestor Realm..."

"This small world should have been created Pre-White Mist Era, and it still retains some pure white mist."

"That must be it... Even the guard dog behind the bronze Great Gate is extraordinary; this realm... must hold a truly great secret!"

"Perhaps... there is still a way to embark on the Path of White Mist!"

For a moment, he seemed somewhat excited!

It should be known that the Chaos Ancestor Realm once endured a terrifying calamity of gray fog.

That great calamity destroyed everything in the original Chaos Ancestor Realm, and the White Mist Era almost came to an end...

In ancient legends, a woman of extraordinary talent and beauty single-handedly suppressed all chaos, repelled the gray fog, and ushered in the Post-White Mist Era...

However, a huge gap has appeared between the Post-White Mist Era and the Pre-White Mist Era, and the white mist in the Chaos Ancestor Realm is far less dense than in the Pre-White Mist Era.

Getting on the road is becoming increasingly difficult.

Many creatures in the white fog were even forced to choose the Path of Gray Mist...

In this context, the treasures and fortuitous opportunity left behind from the Pre-White Mist Era become especially precious!

"This realm holds a great secret..."

He murmured to himself, looking up at the blood in the void, where many drops of blood were gathering towards the golden monkey.

It disappeared into the body of the golden monkey.

Suddenly, the little golden monkey seemed to emit a faint heartbeat.

But in an instant, some terrifying secret power flowed, silencing that heartbeat, and a forbidden aura filled this small space.

This greatly alarmed the old man.

"This divine monkey... was suppressed and killed by an unparalleled forbidden being in the Gray Mist World!"

"That kind of power, when it strikes, transcends the entire river of time; it can be called eternal power."

"This blood, imbued with the essence of white mist... cannot save it!"

And at this moment.

Beyond the megalith.

The blood of Qing Chen was poured onto the boulder and seeped into the stone statue.

But there was no movement whatsoever.

"You damn dog, what's going on here?"

Wu Dade asked the big black dog a question.

The big black dog looked at the stone statue, its eyes filled with solemnity, and said:

"Before the monkey died, it was suppressed and killed by an supreme decree from the Gray Mist World. There is a great terror in the Unseen... Blood alone is probably not enough!"

"What should we do then?"

The big black dog muttered:

"Those forbidden beings are supreme beings even in the Gray Mist World; they must have already embarked on their journey... this Emperor, have no experience of directly confronting them..."

It tilted its head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Would you try to write the word 'Fan' with blood? Remember to think of the master when writing!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

Is this... reliable?

Qing Chen, however, had already made no hesitation.

He closed his eyes and began to meditate in his mind.

He was meditating on Li Fan's voice, appearance, and every word and action of Li Fan.

He recalled his master sitting calmly under the peach tree, leisurely drinking tea and reading...

I thought of my master, detached from worldly affairs, living a leisurely life tilling the fields...

I recalled how my master would transform profound truths and supreme scriptures and Cultivation Method into the transcendent essence of everyday life...

At that moment, his blood-stained fingers wrote a blood-red character on the stone statue, stroke by stroke!

"Ordinary!"

As soon as the word was uttered, the entire boulder suddenly trembled!