Chapter 296

“Mingyue.”

Jiang Jian turned his body, looking at the girl beside him.

She wore a long dress, her face delicate, appearing no different from an ordinary person.

Only her eyes betrayed a lifeless stillness.

“Master.”

Mingyue stepped forward, bowing her head in response.

Jiang Jian said: “Go immediately to Linjiang Prefecture, find a secluded spot at the prefecture’s border, and collect Void Chaos Flows.”

“Then go to the Underworld and collect negative energy.”

“Collect a thousand units of Void Chaos Flows.”

“A thousand clusters of negative energy.”

Upon hearing the order.

Mingyue showed no hesitation; her form turned transparent as she replied: “I understand, Master.”

After the two paper dolls had left one after another.

Jiang Jian remained in the cultivation chamber, systematically organizing all resources he currently controlled.

Regarding the cultivation of the Third Realm, the Divine Illumination Realm.

Jiang Jian had already prepared thoroughly.

All he needed to do was clear away the physician’s lingering methods, and he could immediately attempt to break through!

There were still thirteen Spirit-Weaving Stones.

Jiang Jian lightly flipped his palm, pulled out one, and with a thought, instantly refined it!

At the same time.

The Wheel King Robe he wore also vanished.

In its place appeared the snow-white robe, sewn by Shen Qingchan, imbued with the Divine Art of Weaving Fate!

Jiang Jian activated the robe externally while refining the Spirit-Weaving Stones internally.

The combined forces multiplied their power!

Under their mutual interaction, an unimaginable healing force surged toward the cracks in his soul!

The grotesque fissures on his soul.

From this moment on.

Began to heal at a visibly slow pace!

Shortly after.

The door to the cultivation chamber opened.

Jiang Jian returned to the cabin, sat back on the sofa, and retrieved his identity device once more.

The Qishen Star Palace had many projections across the seventy prefectures of the Surface Realm.

Each projection was an independent small realm, governed by the local prefecture’s Divine Envoy.

At this very moment.

Jiang Zhao and Yinyin were located within the Star Palace projection of Linjiang Prefecture.

Jiang Jian had used the Interdimensional Flyer to reach the edge of Taiping Prefecture precisely to bring Jiang Zhao to Yinshan.

“It’s mealtime. What would you like to eat?”

Jixue stopped before Jiang Jian, all four paws planted firmly.

Jiang Jian glanced at it and said softly: “I haven’t eaten in a long time.”

While nurturing his soul’s wounds, he tapped his identity device and called his sister.

Jixue snorted: “Though I too can feast on mist and drink dew, consuming nothing but relying on spiritual energy for sustenance.”

“But every time I skip a meal, I feel something missing.”

With that, it leapt forward and landed directly before the kitchen door.

Jiang Jian ignored it, lifting his gaze to the holographic screen before him.

Jiang Jian ignored it and lifted his gaze to the holographic screen before him.

Beep.

The call connected.

“Jiang Jian.”

The girl’s voice came through, still cold and melodious as ever, yet faintly tinged with fatigue and hoarseness.

The girl’s voice came through, as cold and melodious as ever, yet faintly tinged with weariness and hoarseness.

“Lately, I’ve been having nightmares every single night.”

As she spoke, Jiang Zhao activated the real-time camera on her identity device, revealing a pale yet exquisitely beautiful face.

Jiang Jian fell silent for a moment, then said: “I’ve read every message you sent me. Don’t worry too much—once we reach Yinshan, it’ll be fine.”

His sister rubbed her forehead, her voice soft: “I hope so.”

The younger sister rubbed her forehead, speaking softly: “I hope so.”

Upon learning Jiang Jian controlled the Yinshan Wonder Realm, Jiang Zhao had been overjoyed.

She even considered bringing Yinyin and Zhong Ling to Yinshan with her.

She even considered taking Yin Yin and Zhong Ling with her to Yinshan.

These past few days, relentless nightmares had tormented her.

Leaving Jiang Zhao physically and mentally exhausted, unable to sleep well, unmotivated to cultivate, utterly devoid of the excitement she’d felt just days before.

It left Jiang Zhao utterly drained, unable to sleep well from the turmoil, her cultivation utterly devoid of motivation, completely losing the excitement she’d felt just days ago.

Jiang Zhao lowered her slender white fingers and raised her eyes. “The Prefectural Divine Envoy said he will host a banquet personally to welcome you, the Lord of Yinshan.”

“Perfect. Let’s not rush to leave—stay a few more days in the Star Palace projection.”

Her tone was measured, “Staying here lets you sense the celestial spiritual currents, even see star maps beyond the Solar System.”

“Comprehending the cosmic qi is mandatory for the Divine Palace Realm.”

“You’re about to break through. If you wish to cultivate cosmic qi and lay a solid foundation, no place is more suitable than a Star Palace projection.”

“You are about to break through. If you wish to cultivate and comprehend the stellar cosmic qi, to forge a solid and profound foundation, there is no place more suitable than the Star Palace projection.”

Jiang Jian nodded slightly.

For the Divine Palace Realm.

Comprehending the cosmos was indeed crucial.

The amount of qi one cultivated directly determined how long a being could endure the lifeless void of space.

The amount of qi one cultivates directly determines how long a being in this realm can remain in the lifeless void of space.

Regarding the mysterious Prefectural Divine Envoy stationed in Linjiang Prefecture.

Jiang Jian had long harbored many questions he wished to ask him.

Jiang Jian had long harbored many questions he wished to ask.

Jiang Zhao suddenly asked: “Has Nie Zheng sent you any messages lately?”

Jiang Jian shook his head: “The last message I received from her was a month ago.”

On the holographic screen.

His sister frowned, whispering: “She told me she was going to a dangerous place. I’m worried.”

The younger sister frowned and whispered, “She told me recently she was going to a dangerous place—I’m worried.”

Jiang Jian pondered for a moment.

Then told his sister about his deal with Nie Zheng.

But he only said he would enter a formal marriage with Nie Zheng in exchange for something.

He did not reveal the specific item being exchanged.

“Nie Zheng is truly a descendant of the Spirit Platform Realm.”

Jiang Zhao’s expression was complex, yet she wasn’t surprised by Nie Zheng’s background.

“No wonder she knew so many secrets—even secured a spot to enter the Underworld two years ago.”

She paused, fixing her gaze on Jiang Jian: “Is it truly just a formal marriage?”

“No wonder she knew so many secrets—even two years ago, she secured a spot to enter the Earth Realm.”

Jiang Zhao asked seriously: “Do you like her? If you truly care for her, marrying her wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

As his sister, her thoughts were simple: she wanted Jiang Jian free from constraints, to be with whomever he loved.

She had felt the same about Zhao Jianxue.

Now, regarding Nie Zheng, her feelings had not changed.

Jiang Jian’s face remained expressionless as he looked at his sister and said: “Jiang Zhao, you may have forgotten—before those things vanished, we had no right to speak of such things.”

“Once the time comes and those things notice us, even survival becomes a luxury.”

“Love is an even more unreachable luxury.”

“Once the time comes and those things notice us, even surviving will be a luxury.”

Jiang Zhao instinctively froze.

Hearing this,

Jiang Zhao instinctively froze.

Then.

A deep-seated dread, originating from the bloodline, seemed to stir quietly.

An indescribable, overwhelming terror surged in from all directions, suffusing Jiang Zhao’s spirit and body, turning her face even paler.

The next instant.

Jiang Zhao forced herself to steady her composure, lifted her gaze, and her eyes grew even more resolute.

Silver radiance surged like a tide, yet was firmly held in check by her will, not a single spark escaping.

“It will.”

Her sister’s voice was cold and stern.

“One day.”

“I will make all those things vanish.”

As she said this.

Deep within her pupils, an unprecedented cold killing intent emerged.

The communication ended.

Jiang Jian turned off his identity device, raised his head, and gazed up at the cabin’s ceiling lights.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the interdimensional shuttle, reaching toward the endless, profound heavens.

High above the heavens.

As if a shadow loomed, cold and indifferent, descending upon them.

The darkness it cast even obscured the world before his eyes.

In an instant.

Jiang Jian closed his eyes, then opened them again.

All illusions within his heart shattered.

He understood.

This was his own mental barrier.

Before descending to Earth.

A mental barrier woven from past memories.

“Shen Zhao Lin Zhen.”

Jiang Jian whispered.

He knew well.

The Divine Palace Realm was merely a slightly larger ant.

But for himself,

The cultivation of the Shen Zhao Lin Zhen Realm was the essential foundation for all future practice—vital beyond measure, allowing not the slightest negligence.

(End of Chapter)