Within a true realm resembling a library, Mo Yan raised his brush to write. Its tip hovered above the paper, yet for a long time, he could not bring it down. His brows knitted slightly, and with a gentle flick of his wrist, the brush traced a streak of ink across the page before freezing again.
"Hm?"
He set down his brush and leafed through the Chronicle of Chang Le from the beginning.
Everything in the earlier sections was normal. But on the final few pages, where Chang Le should have attained Spirit Transformation, become the Source Holder, and ascended to heaven, the words retained their form but lacked their spirit.
It was as though those written words had quietly died.
"Someone severed my divine ability?" he asked in surprise. His gaze pierced through the true realm, yet he saw no one.
"Which fellow member of the Society is obstructing me here? Why not show yourself for a chat?"
Though he could not see the other person, he knew they could hear him.
Sure enough, after a long while, a voice sounded beside his ear.
"Very well."
A short while later, somewhere in the spirit realm, two figures met. "Fellow Daoist Mo Yan, we meet again."
Holding the Chronicle of Chang Le, Mo Yan looked at the black-robed young man before him, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. "Fellow Daoist Youxuan? It was you?"
Chu Mo nodded without denying it.
Since he intended to use [Dream] as a bargaining chip, there was no need to conceal too much. Besides... as long as he put in enough "effort," the other man would surely keep his lips sealed.
Mo Yan cupped his hands. "You refined Chang Le into an avatar without a god knowing or a ghost noticing, and I never