“Yes, I am Jiang Xiaoyu.”
Li Muyang, already accustomed to having his identity revealed, felt no psychological pressure to admit it.
His calm acknowledgment, however, took Li Yuechan by surprise.
She hadn’t expected her brother to admit it so readily.
After hesitating for several seconds, Li Yuechan’s shoulders drooped dejectedly: “…In the fragmented memories of my teacher, I have seen what you looked like ten thousand years ago.”
“Although your appearance has completely changed, the temperament, posture, and some habits in every movement are exactly the same.”
“Thinking of how you greatly value collecting the statues of Fairy Qinghe, I had my suspicions… Is it really true?”
The young girl obviously only had suspicions, without concrete evidence.
Yet unexpectedly, Li Muyang didn’t even try to equivocate, but directly admitted it.
In a somber tone, she said, “Such a big secret, are you sure it’s okay to tell me just like that?”
Li Muyang gave a wry smile and shook his head.
This secret, although significant, was already known by nearly everyone on the streets; one more person knowing wouldn’t make a difference.
Li Muyang sighed and said, “Anyway, it’s not a disgraceful secret. There’s no need for me to hide it from you, my sister.”
“Indeed, I am that Jiang Xiaoyu from ten thousand years ago, but my collection of Fairy Qinghe’s statues is not merely out of nostalgia, there is a more important mission involved.”
As Li Muyang spoke, his expression grew grave: “According to the information I have, Fairy Qinghe has not completely perished and there is still a possibility for her resurrection.”
“And the key to her resurrection lies in those statues she left in the world.”
“Therefore, I must collect all the statues of Fairy Qinghe in the world. If we can resurrect Fairy Qinghe, our path will be much easier.”
In this era, where divine beings are no more and the greatest strength lies at the Heavenly Eternal Realm, a living True Immortal is undeniably valuable.
If Li Muyang can resurrect Little Wild Grass, he won’t need to fear the divinities from Outer Heaven anymore.
He had previously instructed Li Yuechan to inform Tingyu Tower to mobilize their resources to collect the statues of Fairy Qinghe.
Although Tingyu Tower isn’t a major force, originating from selling intelligence, they are quite suitable for the task of collecting antiques.
Li Muyang shared the importance of this matter with Yuechan.
But after listening to Li Muyang’s explanation, Yuechan’s face showed no signs of joy.
The resurrection of Fairy Qinghe would indeed be a joyous event for her.
But now, her expression turned to one of worry instead.
After exchanging looks for a few seconds, Li Muyang said in surprise, “If you have something to say, just say it. Is there a need to hesitate with me?”
Li Muyang was very curious; this girl wasn’t usually so hesitant.
Indeed, the young girl disclosed something very important.
“…Brother, during the days you were captured, I often saw the memories of our teacher from ten thousand years ago in my dreams.”
“In those fragmented memories, I experienced some major events from ten thousand years ago through the teacher’s perspective, and the experience was terrifying beyond compare.”
“The dark calamity was indeed a chilling disaster.”
The young girl hesitated and stammered.
But she still hesitantly spoke up: “In the teacher’s memories, she also encountered Fairy Qinghe and even witnessed the destruction of Black Cloud Fort.”
“Fairy Qinghe, before her death, had expended a great deal of effort in crafting a special Magic Artifact intended for her late brother, Jiang Xiaoyu.”
“But that Magic Artifact, along with the sinking of Black Cloud Fort, disappeared into the Ancient Resentment Well beneath Black Cloud Fort.”
“You know about the Ancient Resentment Well, right?”
After receiving a positive response from Li Muyang, Yuechan said solemnly: “According to the scenes in the teacher’s memory fragments, although this Magic Artifact is not an Immortal Artifact, it possesses an extremely rare and significant power, and only Jiang Xiaoyu can use it.”
“However, this Magic Artifact disappeared into the Ancient Resentment Well.”
“And the Ancient Resentment Well is not on our continent…”
At this point, Yuechan fell silent.
Li Muyang finally understood her hesitation.
“Are you worried that upon learning of this, I would recklessly venture into the Misty Sea, determined to cross to the other side?”
Watching the girl’s astonished expression, Li Muyang shook his head with a smile: “Silly girl, I’m not as irrational as you think.”
“Although the news you provided has caught my interest, and I do desire the Magical Treasure left by Fairy Qinghe, I will not venture into danger personally.”
“Crossing through the Misty Sea is too perilous; nobody knows if they can reach the other shore.”
Since his true body was already on the way to the Tianyuan Continent, and he had also started a sub-account in the Ancient Resentment Well, this corpse avatar of Li Muyang naturally would not risk crossing the Misty Sea.
After carefully inquiring about the details and design of the Magical Treasure, he thanked Yu Chan for the reminder.
But he still urged Yu Chan to take up the helm; they were not yet completely safe, not knowing whether Yan Xiaoru might suddenly appear to attack.
Facing Li Muyang’s urging, Yu Chan obediently stood up.
However, before leaving, the girl suddenly said.
“Brother, although I am a fox girl from The Peaceful Realms, I will not become one of those spirits.”
The girl’s face showed determination.
Her identity, Li Muyang had already revealed to her on their way here.
A message confirmed by the fox spirit herself; there was no falsehood.
Now, the girl suddenly uttered such a sentence, and Li Muyang shook his head.
“The Peaceful Realms have been destroyed; even if you wanted to become a spirit, there’s no chance now.”
Even the Fox Spirit could only hide and struggle to survive, and ancient Holy Spirits are lurking in the Misty Sea, leaving Yu Chan this “remnant of The Peaceful Realms” with no path to restore her ancestors’ glory should she wish to do so.
Li Muyang watched as the girl left, then closed his eyes and began entering the game.
Under Grandpa Wu’s guidance, he began hunting the nightmares in the Ancient Resentment Well.
By now, the number of nightmares he has hunted has already exceeded 30.
Just as Li Muyang finished off the three nightmares in this town and was about to proceed to the next location, his heart suddenly skipped a beat while in the game.
A chilling sensation of profound dread spread through his body, causing Li Muyang to abruptly disconnect from the game and return to reality.
“What’s going on?”
Li Muyang swiftly got up and walked out of the cabin.
The chilly and sinister air made him shiver; it was undeniably the aura of The Peaceful Realms.
How could the aura of The Peaceful Realms be present on this vessel that flies in the mortal world?!
Realizing the imminent danger, Li Muyang immediately intended to gather everyone.
However, just as the gathering command was issued, an eerie, formless mist started to spread in the line of sight, swiftly enveloping the entire Flying Boat.
Watching the mist surge towards him, Li Muyang’s pupils sharply constricted.
For this approaching fog originated from the rear of the Flying Boat, precisely where Yu Chan was steering the cabin!
Li Muyang rushed forward, but found himself losing direction in the mist.
This fog was identical to the one above the Misty Sea!
It was a ploy of The Peaceful Realms!
Fortunately, the Flying Boat had confined spaces, and after several wrong turns, Li Muyang finally crashed into the cabin where Yu Chan was located.
However, the empty cabin held no trace of Yu Chan, who should have been there steering.
On the outer wall of the cabin, there was a huge gap.
Li Muyang dashed to the gap and looked outside.
Under the cold moonlight, a divine and majestic Holy Spirit phantom, standing on moonlight, hovering in mid-air.
It was clearly an ugly monster, with a vicious form, yet its aura was supremely holy, compelling one to kneel in worship.
And by the side of the Holy Spirit monster was the girl following it.
That girl was none other than…
“Yu Chan?!”
Li Muyang’s eyes split with rage, and he roared furiously.
“Ancient Holy Spirit, let go of my sister!”