Chapter 553: Reincarnation Moon Shadow, Born of Extreme Yang

"We agreed not to overthink things," Zhang Yue said softly. "Let's just enjoy this rare peace here."

"It's my fault, my heart is restless again. I'll go catch some air." Zhao Xing stood up and walked away from beneath the peach tree.

Standing on another large tree outside the courtyard, Zhao Xing sat leaning against the trunk, drinking wine. He shone with the moon, leaving Zhang Yue with a lonely silhouette.

Once he had settled into position, his mind raced to find a way to break the deadlock.

"King Zhang Yue is a native lifeform of the Great Yellow World. Bound by the Great World, she will vanish when the period of extinction ends."

"Her time of death is almost certain."

"Yu Heng, however, can live for a very long time because he comes from the universe, whose period of extinction is far more distant than that of the Great Yellow World."

"The difference between the Great World and the universe makes their lifespans worlds apart. It is precisely because of this that the two have never truly been together."

Zhao Xing remembered clearly that in the memoirs, Zhang Yue often lamented why she and Yu Heng were not people of the same world.

She loved Yu Heng too, but never dared to accept his feelings; Zhang Yue did not want Yu Heng to be heartbroken after her death in the near future.

Because of this, Yu Heng and Zhang Yue never became Dao companions or took that final step.

"Yu Heng and Zhang Yue tried many times, but could not escape the shackles of the Great World."

"At this moment, Zhang Yue has completely given up hope. To prevent Yu from doing anything dangerous, she made a request: for Yu Heng to accompany her into seclusion in this small city and live an ordinary life."

"Yet Yu Heng always makes excuses to leave; he must be searching for a way for Zhang Yue to avoid the Great Destruction," Zhao Xing mused. "This is my chance to obtain the relic and leave the Transmitted World."

Just now, he had deliberately feigned sadness and a lack of appetite to avoid eating.

"However, King Yu Heng has only just returned; I can't make an excuse to leave again. Besides, I don't even know what the item Yu Heng left for Zhang Yue is, or where it is kept."

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

It was Zhang Yue playing music.

The flute melody was gentle, as if cleansing the soul and washing away worries.

Zhao Xing found himself no longer troubled by how to break the deadlock; his mood brightened.

As the song ended, Zhang Yue smiled and put away the flute: "Yu Heng, I haven't seen you perform the Dance of Struggle in a long time. Tonight is a full moon, why not dance?"

Zhao Xing was about to refuse, but remembered that Zhang Yue's memoirs often mentioned that Yu Heng and she would often play music and dance after meals, and Yu Heng never spoiled the mood.

"Everything in the Transmitted World must conform to the character's personality and the plot. In other words, if I refuse, it might trigger an anomaly."

"Fortunately, Bowei gave me this skill: 'Realization'."

In Zhao Xing's panel, many skills had been 'realized' from the void; these were things Bowei had imprinted from the Transmitted World using General Knowledge Divine Arts over the past 120 years.

Of course, Yu Heng himself was a fabrication. No matter how strong Bowei was, he could not extract the powerful skills of King Yu Heng from a double-layered fabrication.

Most of the spells, let alone using them, had names that were just garbled code.

Zhao Xing didn't even know what King Yu Heng's profession was; Zhang Yue's memoirs didn't mention it either.

Fortunately, the Dance of Struggle existed. After a slight hesitation, Zhao Xing immediately jumped up and began to dance on the tree trunk.

Performing the Dance of Struggle for the first time, Zhao Xing was slightly clumsy, and Zhang Yue soon became suspicious.

However, she did not stop, because Zhao Xing quickly became more and more proficient.

When the song ended, Zhao Xing had brought this dance technique to perfection.

"Yu Heng, you've become rusty."

"Hahaha, I've been away too long and haven't danced in ages, so I'm rusty," Zhao Xing said, using his laughter to mask the fluctuations in his heart.

"How about another round? I guarantee you'll be satisfied~"

Zhang Yue snorted: "It's just for amusement, not a mission, why go to such lengths?"

"You don't even eat the food I cook; you are not allowed to go on long journeys anymore."

With that, Zhang Yue went into the study, and the shadow of her turning pages was projected onto the curtain.

Zhao Xing had no choice but to return to the room where Yu Heng lived.

He held some expectations for Yu Heng's room.

But after pushing the door open, he found there were no divine objects; it was just like a guest room in an inn, with everything being ordinary daily magic tools.

"Do you have to be this secluded? Even the villa is rented."

"But there is one advantage: both Zhang Yue and Yu Heng have maintained a low cultivation state, so I don't have to worry about my thoughts being detected."

A thought flashed through Zhao Xing's mind, then he sat cross-legged in meditation, the true spirit in his Life Palace quietly calling Bowei's name.

There was no response; it seemed he could only rely on his own efforts.

He didn't sleep all night.

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

She seemed to have a job in the small city, a weaver profession she had never tried before, going to the Divine Weaving Office in the city every day to make magic robes.

Zhao Xing really wanted to run into Zhang Yue's study to take a look, but he held himself back.

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

"Does she have to hand it over herself?"

Zhao Xing frowned in worry.

Yet, there was something even more worrying to come.

Although this Transmitted World was not like the Transmitted World of the Ancient Yue Luo Kingdom, which had coups and siege battles.

Because Zhang Yue and Yu Heng's levels were too high, even daily life was full of risks.

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

And once he ate it, problems arose.

Because Yu Heng and Zhang Yue were only in 'middle seclusion' and had lowered their realms, they did not intend to wrong themselves when it came to food.

Therefore, the ingredients Zhang Yue prepared were all of a very high grade.

Even if it was just to satisfy a craving and not for cultivation, it was still extremely high for a demigod like Zhao Xing.

The deadly part was that the essence of these ingredients was created by void spells.

Zhao Xing had no concept of digestion at all.

On the first day he ate it, Zhao Xing discovered he had started to be poisoned.

A poison progress bar appeared on his panel.

【Life River Absolute Mist (Poison Source Body, Void Spell): 1%】

【Warning: If accumulation reaches 100%, the void spell will turn into real poison, and it will be irreversible even after leaving the Transmitted World】

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Accumulating 1% in one day; if this continued, he would be done for in just over three months.

And even if he left the Transmitted World, it would be irreversible.

Zhao Xing looked at the calm and peaceful villa, feeling a chill in his heart.

"I must find a way to eliminate the poison, otherwise I will die here sooner or later."

Just then, King Zhang Yue pushed open the gate and walked in carrying a box.

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

Zhao Xing really wanted to say he wasn't hungry, but as soon as the thought was born, he had a bad premonition.

So he had to pretend to be very interested: "Oh? Really? Hurry up and cook, I can't wait!"

After a meal and finishing the Dance of Struggle, Zhao Xing found that his poison had accumulated to 2%.

King Zhang Yue went into the room to read as usual.

Zhao Xing, meanwhile, went to study the poison of the Life River Absolute Mist himself.

He tried to use acupuncture on himself, but it had no effect at all.

He had also studied medicine in the past, but not deeply, and he only grasped the basics of the Five Great Divine Medicines.

"Is it that my medical skills are not good enough, or does this belong to void spells, so the method I'm using is wrong?"

For several days in a row, there was no progress in dispelling the poison.

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

The first sentence she spoke made Zhao Xing's heart tremble slightly.

"Yu Heng, why have you been studying medicine lately?"

"You don't want me to go on long journeys, so I have to find something to do, and I'm just studying it casually."

The memoirs did not specifically mention that King Yu Heng knew medicine.

But medicine was the first choice for many professions to study as a secondary skill.

King Yu Heng studying medicine when bored shouldn't be considered particularly unusual.

Sure enough, Zhang Yue didn't ask further, just nodded gently and turned to talk about trivial matters at the Divine Weaving Office.

Zhao Xing listened quietly as Zhang Yue finished speaking, his heart stirring.

"Hearing you say that, I also feel like experiencing it."

"Why, does Yu Heng want to go to the Divine Weaving Office too?" Zhang Yue teased: "They don't want men, unless you are willing to dress as a woman; that shouldn't be hard for you."

"Of course not the Divine Weaving Office. I've been quite interested in medicine lately, and I plan to visit the medical clinic in the city tomorrow."

"There is a Spring Medical Clinic in the city, but I don't know if they are still hiring," Zhang Yue said.

Five Seasons Medicine Clinics existed in every era, and there was one in the small city.

"The Spring Medicine Clinic has very strict assessments; don't violate our agreement."

Zhang Yue and Yu Heng had an agreement not to expose their realms; otherwise, King Yu Heng wouldn't just be going to a branch clinic—even if he went to the headquarters of the Five Seasons Medicine Clinic, they would give him the status of a Medicine God.

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

Early the next morning, Zhao Xing walked into the Spring Medicine Clinic in the small city.

As soon as he entered, his pupils shrank.

Because this god-level person in the medicine clinic looked like this in Zhao Xing's eyes:

【Bi Qi / Sun Baifeng (Void Spell Effect)】

【Peak Divine General / Peak Divine Soldier (Void Spell Effect)】

【Profession: Medicine God】

【..】

"It's Wei Tianchen's teacher. How did he also come into the Transmitted World?"

Just as he was doubting if he was hallucinating, an apprentice came out from behind a screen to serve tea.

Zhao Xing glanced at the other person; before the void name, the person's real name was: Wei Tianchen.

Now Zhao Xing could be certain that after him, others had also entered the Transmitted World.

While Zhao Xing was sizing up Bi Qi, Bi Qi was also sizing up Zhao Xing, even feeling a bit panicked.

Because the time inside and outside the Transmitted World was inconsistent, Bi Qi, Wei Tianchen, and Chou Gu, although they entered the Moon Shadow World later, had entered the city's storyline more than three hundred years earlier!

The small city was not large, and Bi Qi knew the fixed plot characters by heart.

Which street lived who, what realm they were, what profession—basically, he had already investigated everything clearly.

Yet now, a late-stage Divine Soldier suddenly popped up, wanting to join the Spring Medicine Clinic to learn medicine.

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

Now Bi Qi had two guesses in his heart.

One: After them, someone else entered the God-Burial Cave and found this tomb of King Zhang Yue, so a new character appeared.

Two: He was still far from understanding the story recorded in this Transmitted World, and the person in front of him was still a existence similar to a 'book ghost', just that he had only encountered them now.

However, no matter which one it was, it was very dangerous.

Facing Zhao Xing's request to join the clinic to learn medicine, Bi Qi was silent for a moment, not knowing whether to agree or not.

It was Wei Tianchen who didn't think so much, just curiously sizing up Zhao Xing, this 'new character'.

"The Spring Medicine Clinic is not hiring at this time—"

Bi Qi just wanted to politely refuse, but seeing Zhao Xing frown, his heart skipped a beat, and he changed his tone.

"However, the Spring Medicine Clinic does have exceptions."

"What does the Clinic Master mean?"

"I need time to prepare an assessment for you, fellow Daoist. If you pass, you can join the Spring Medicine Clinic." Bi Qi thought for a moment, deciding to consult with Chou Gu before making a 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, in the small city, he, the branch clinic master, had the final say, and he had left himself some room to maneuver.

Zhao Xing did not let Bi Qi off: "I wonder how long the Clinic Master needs to prepare?"

Bi Qi pondered: "Not long, three days is enough."

"Good, thank you, Clinic Master." Zhao Xing stood up and bowed: "Then I will come back in three days."

After sending Zhao Xing away, Bi Qi hurried to the divination clinic in the city.

Seeing Bi Qi's hurried expression, Divine General Chou Gu asked quickly: "Today is not a meeting day, what happened?"

Bi Qi pondered: "A late-stage Divine Soldier suddenly came to my Spring Medicine Clinic, saying he wanted to join the clinic to practice medicine. Yet in these three hundred years, I have never seen this person."

Divine General Chou Gu: "How did you respond?"

"I didn't refuse, nor did I agree immediately. I just said I would prepare an assessment for him in three days, sent him away, and then immediately came to find you."

This matter was suspicious, and Divine General Chou Gu did not dare to be negligent. He closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, seemingly falling into deep deduction.

Bi Qi waited anxiously for two and a half days. Seeing that the agreed time was approaching, Divine General Chou Gu finally opened his eyes.

"How is it?"

"Let him pass," Divine General Chou Gu said, his face ashen. "That is all I can say."

"Good, I'll go back now."

Three days later, Zhao Xing visited the Spring Medicine Clinic again.

His heart was also very anxious, and these three days had been very agonizing.

If Bi Qi were a plot character, it would be better, but Bi Qi was from the outside world. If he didn't agree, then there would be no way to solve his poisoning.

Zhao Xing didn't dare to take out the medicine bought by Qing Yuzi, let alone whether it could be used.

Conforming to common sense was the key to survival in the Transmitted World. If he hadn't joined the clinic and suddenly solved the problem, it would definitely trigger uncontrollable events.

"Clinic Master Sun, I'm here again. I wonder how your preparation is going?"

Bi Qi nodded: "It's all ready, please follow me."

He brought Zhao Xing to the pill pavilion in the backyard, where there were two pot-shaped pill furnaces with gilded ears.

"Swish~"

Bi Qi waved his hand, and a cabinet appeared between the two pill furnaces.

"Disciple, come here."

Bi Qi called out, and Wei Tianchen appeared by his side.

Then he pointed to the pill furnace and then to Wei Tianchen.

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

"You can take any materials you want, but time is limited to twelve hours."

"Whoever refines more finished products with better quality wins."

"As long as you win against my disciple, you pass the test."

Win against Wei Tianchen? Zhao Xing didn't expect Bi Qi to set such a test.

Was the other party planning to go easy on him? But what reason would he have to go easy?

Just as he was thinking, Bi Qi had already opened the barrier of the pill furnace.

Wei Tianchen didn't waste any time; he glanced at the formula and immediately started grabbing medicine from the cabinet.

By the time Zhao Xing reacted and reached the side of the pill furnace, Wei Tianchen already had four types of true fire erupting from his hands, entering the stage of grinding medicine and adjusting materials.

Seeing Zhao Xing's movements were a beat slow, Wei Tianchen couldn't help but feel a bit smug.

Although this was a god-level person, he was clearly not a Medicine God. His teacher had said this person's medical level was at most at the demigod level.

Since he was at the same level as himself, Wei Tianchen wasn't afraid; he would definitely follow his teacher's instructions and do his best to defeat the other party!

Zhao Xing glanced at the pill formula and discovered that this was actually one of the Five Great Divine Medicine formulas.

It just wasn't perfect yet.

"Did Bi Qi give the formula to the outside world because he didn't obtain the pill formula contained within the Transmitted World itself?"

The Transmitted World was all-encompassing and had secret techniques to learn; Zhao Xing had learned the Dance of Struggle.

However, he couldn't figure out what the other party's intention was.

After thinking about it, Zhao Xing also grabbed medicinal materials from the cabinet, true fire erupted from his hands, and after warming and adjusting, he even tasted it himself.

Then, in the flame of his palm, he began to forge the materials, performing the step of merging the medicinal properties.

"Hmm?" Bi Qi and Wei Tianchen were both puzzled when they saw Zhao Xing's spellcasting.

Because Wei Tianchen used the ancient medicine 'Four-Fire Medicine Adjustment Method', where medicinal materials must go through adjustment, warming, tasting, and merging steps before entering the pill furnace.

This approach was very old-fashioned. In the late Luo Emperor era, physicians became accustomed to putting the merging and tasting steps after entering the pill furnace, leaving only adjustment and warming before entering the furnace.

To save trouble, these two steps were usually handed over to puppets.

Physicians who tasted and merged themselves were already rare.

The main difference was that after entering the pill furnace, the medicinal properties were no longer easy to control precisely.

But after the rise of the mechanism masters, pill furnace magic tools had greatly evolved, and precise control could also be achieved after materials entered the furnace.

If one had to say what the difference was, it was only a one-in-a-million difference in toxicity elimination.

A little toxicity, what did that count for? As long as the beneficial effect was the same, the cultivator taking it could expel the extra toxicity themselves.

The ancient medicine refining method was time-consuming and laborious, so the number of people quickly dwindled, and emerging physician schools grew rapidly.

Bi Qi and Wei Tianchen saw at a glance that Zhao Xing was also a traditionalist.

Even his fire control technique was somewhat similar to their school.

"Wood-in-fire, stone-in-fire, air-in-fire, soul-fire—this is the medicine adjustment and warming method commonly used by the ancient medicine school. Why is he using it too?"

Wei Tianchen felt very familiar looking at it.

Bi Qi looked serious; this plot character was too strange. Could he be learning from Tianchen?

It couldn't be that he knew it originally.

Zhao Xing had his reasons for doing this.

A small part of his medical skills came from the Bai Han World, learned when he obtained the Heaven-Changing Divine Needles; most of it came from Wei Tianchen.

If he didn't use this, he couldn't compete with Wei Tianchen.

In addition, he also wanted to probe Bi Qi's attitude to see if there was a possibility of cooperation.

There was no way around it; King Zhang Yue fed him poison every day, and if the Absolute Poison Mist accumulated any further, he would be done for.

In the short term, he had no good way; even if he wanted to self-study, he couldn't do it in such a short time.

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

"Go."

Wei Tianchen still completed the adjustment and warming steps first. He pointed one finger at the pill furnace and opened the lid.

The medicinal materials melted by his other hand, like a stream of water, swirled and fell into the pill furnace.

"Hum~"

The pill furnace lid closed. There were eight holes on the side of the outer wall, constantly discharging.

Clear Qi rose and re-entered the pill furnace.

Turbid Qi descended and was quickly isolated by Wei Tianchen.

During this process, the inside and outside of the pill furnace were shrouded in mist, looking like a glazed lamp.

So this was also known as the Glazed Furnace Method.

Seeing this, Zhao Xing followed suit, also throwing the medicinal materials into the pill furnace. Clear and turbid mist also discharged from the side, forming a glazed lamp as well.

Seeing this scene, Wei Tianchen was stunned, transmitting his voice to his teacher: "Teacher, how can he also use our school's Pill Well Method? This isn't right, is it?"

Bi Qi's mind was also full of ten thousand question marks.

In the end, he could only barely explain:

"The step of putting materials into the furnace is not much different in ancient methods; it's nothing more than discharging the turbid and taking in the clear. It might just look a bit similar, just like a warrior's spear technique—it's nothing more than picking, stabbing, and sweeping."

"However, it's also possible he is learning from you."

But soon, Wei Tianchen and Bi Qi didn't think so anymore.

Zhao Xing's pill fire suddenly changed in the second half, the eight holes suddenly turning cyan, like eight cyan dragons shuttling back and forth inside and outside the pill furnace.

It looked even more advanced than Wei Tianchen's Glazed Furnace Method.

Wei Tianchen was momentarily bewildered, and Bi Qi was even more baffled.

Zhao Xing smiled inwardly.

This method was created by Wei Tianchen in the Xuanhuang World, named the Cyan Dragon Glazed Furnace Method.

In the land of the Xuanhuang Fengshan, it wasn't just Zhao Xing who had progressed; Wei Tianchen and Zhu Jian had also progressed.

Using the method Wei Tianchen would create in the future to fight the current Wei Tianchen—he couldn't help but be impressive.

"Drink!"

Wei Tianchen's competitive spirit soared, flames of war burning in his eyes, and the pill furnace was driven by him to make a rumbling sound.

Zhao Xing's eight cyan dragons became thinner and thinner, eventually disappearing completely into the pill furnace.

He entered the 'pill formation' stage one step faster than Wei Tianchen.

Two hours later, Zhao Xing pointed his finger.

"Open!"

The furnace lid opened, quickly turning into a box, glowing with a faint golden light, and landed in Zhao Xing's hand.

"Clinic Master, I don't think there's any need to continue wasting medicinal materials." Zhao Xing handed the box over.

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

It was definitely better than what his disciple refined, and the speed was also a step faster, so the winner of this test had actually been decided.

"Stop!"

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

"Teacher, did he really refine better than me?"

"He did indeed refine better than you."

Hearing this, Wei Tianchen doubted life. Wasn't it said that the other party only had the level of a demigod in medicine?

However, considering this was a void Transmitted World, even if a heaven-defying genius appeared, it could be fake, so Wei Tianchen didn't take it too much to heart.

Bi Qi said thoughtfully:

"Fellow Daoist Han, although you are at the Divine Soldier level, you are still at the demigod realm in medicine, so you only receive the demigod treatment of the Spring Medicine Clinic. You can learn medicine with me together with him."

"Please come back in three days to receive your law and take office."

Zhao Xing bowed: "Thank you, Clinic Master Sun."

Three days later, Zhao Xing's poison had accumulated to over 50%. On this day, after Zhang Yue went out, he came to the Spring Medicine Clinic again. Bi Qi led him into a secret room. In addition to preparing the identity proof of the Five Seasons Medicine Clinic for Zhao Xing, as well as issuing magic robes, medicine boxes, and other magic tools, Bi Qi also gave him an extra Dao book, emphasizing that Zhao Xing should practice diligently.

However, the Dao book could not be taken away; it could only be read here, and it would automatically burn after being read.

Zhao Xing understood the other party's intention from the look in Bi Qi's eyes.

Because the content in the Dao book contained the runes of a Fate Master, it seemed that Bi Qi was trying to communicate with Zhao Xing.

It was just that they couldn't speak freely; Zhao Xing had to master this unique rune to talk formally.

"Heavenly secrets cannot be leaked—is this used to circumvent the restrictions of the Transmitted World?" Zhao Xing only spent half a day mastering the runes left by the Fate Master Chou Gu.

Then he drew the runes on a blank book.

But Bi Qi didn't respond, just asked Zhao Xing to leave.

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

It was still the same secret room, but in addition to Bi Qi, there was one more person.

It was precisely the Divine General Chou Gu that Zhao Xing had seen at the teleportation square.

"How do you want to cooperate?"

Chou Gu got straight to the point, because the runes Zhao Xing left yesterday were seeking cooperation.

He didn't ask who Zhao Xing was or how he got here; these were not important.

"I am the protagonist of this Transmitted World," Zhao Xing put forward his advantage first. "You must know the rules of the Transmitted World very well. With me, the chance of leaving here is greater."

Divine General Chou Gu and Bi Qi looked at each other, then asked: "What do you need?"

"Detoxification," Zhao Xing said. "I am poisoned by the Life River Absolute Mist. In less than fifty days, the poison in my body will become real."

"Life River Absolute Mist?" Bi Qi's face changed; this was one of the four major poison source bodies in the God-Burial Cave.

"Using falsehood to counter falsehood—since the poison was contracted here, only the Medicine God here can solve it," Zhao Xing stared at Bi Qi.

"I cannot solve this," Bi Qi shook his head.

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

Bi Qi and Chou Gu both fell into silence.

The secret room was terrifyingly quiet, but soon there was a result.

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

Chou Gu added: "Transmitted World identity, and true identity."

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

However, he had no better way at the moment. After hesitating for a quarter of an hour, he chose to tell them.

"Yu Heng, Zhao Xing."

Bi Qi had no reaction to such a name, because King Yu Heng was in 'divine seclusion', and until his death, only Zhang Yue knew, and later Zhao Xing and Qing Yuzi.

As for the name Zhao Xing, they had never heard of it. The Desolate Domain Era was too distant, and he rarely took the initiative to learn about the information of evil gods. If it were Qing Yuzi, he might have had some impression.

However, Zhao Xing's name was like thunder to Chou Gu.

A flash of light erupted in his eyes, and he was uncharacteristically uncomposed: "It's actually you! So many gods are looking for you, calculating you—I didn't expect you to be here!"

Divine General Chou Gu naturally knew the Ten Directions Mountain Sutra and knew Zhao Xing. After all, this was the Ten Directions Mountain, the ultimate holy land for all Fate Masters!

"It's me," Zhao Xing nodded. "Do you need me to prove it?"

"No need," Divine General Chou Gu shook his head. "You tell me, and I know it's true."

"He will help you detoxify, and I will provide help," Chou Gu said without hesitation.

"No extra conditions?"

"None," Chou Gu showed a faint smile. "Helping you is a benefit in itself."

Bi Qi did indeed have some skills. After leaving the medicine clinic, the poison in Zhao Xing's body dropped to 28%.

However, after that, the speed of expulsion slowed down.

Next, Zhao Xing lived a simple life, every day either at the medicine clinic or at the villa.

A month later, the void poison in Zhao Xing's body was completely cleared.

But he contracted a new kind of poison.

Because Zhang Yue's ingredients had changed, and she started to accumulate another poison source body called the 'Dao-Collapsing Worm' in him.

"Could it be that these ingredients are actually transformed from the poison source bodies preserved in the Transmitted World?" Zhao Xing looked at the delicious food and couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous.

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

"What's wrong, not to your taste?" Seeing Zhao Xing not picking up his chopsticks, Zhang Yue couldn't help but ask.

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

After eating, he took the initiative to invite Zhang Yue to dance together.

Before returning to the room, Zhao Xing proposed for the first time the idea of wanting to leave the city and go outside to take a look.

"Yu Heng, you and I both know that the destruction of the Great Yellow World is unavoidable; this is just a waste of effort," Zhang Yue dissuaded him with gentle eyes.

"The last generation's extinction was supposed to be my time of death; it was you who spent divine essence to help me survive that tribulation."

"I don't want you to go out and take risks again."

"If you die, what is the point of me living?" Zhao Xing held Zhang Yue's hand. "I want to try one more time."

"How do you want to try?"

"I hope to complete a deep divine seclusion. Except for you, everything in this Great Yellow World should not have any trace of me, including the items I left with you."

King Zhang Yue pulled her hand away, her eyes turning cold.

Zhao Xing's heart skipped a beat; he seemed to have been a bit too impatient.

Fortunately, Zhang Yue didn't make any other moves, just said lightly:

"Yu Heng, I'm a bit tired. Let's talk about this later."

The situation seemed to have reached a stalemate. Zhao Xing discovered that as long as he mentioned 'wanting items to complete deep divine seclusion' or expressed the idea of going out, Zhang Yue's attitude would become rapidly cold.

And the small city world had no ups and downs; the people and things coming and going were all peaceful, with no intense conflicts at all.

Zhao Xing couldn't see any external factors that could prompt King Zhang Yue to change her mind.

"In this Transmitted World, what Zhang Yue preserves is her daily life with King Yu Heng; the main theme is plainness."

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

It had already been thirty years since Zhao Xing entered, and he seemed a bit desperate.

Plainness meant that even if he wanted to find an opportunity to use certain events to achieve his goal, he couldn't.

"In the memoirs, Zhang Yue regretted not keeping Yu Heng and agreeing to his last adventure. It seems that shortly after this action, Zhang Yue sensed that King Yu Heng had died."

"If she in the Transmitted World is transformed from Zhang Yue's obsession, then the King Yu Heng I am playing is almost impossible to get out."

"Why did I and Old Qing finally get the relic this time? How exactly was it done?"

Zhao Xing felt like he was going to lose all his hair from worry.

Looking, he found he had contracted another new poison.

"Hiss—"

Over the past thirty years, it wasn't that there was no harvest at all. Zhao Xing followed Bi Qi, and his medical skills had greatly increased; he could treat ordinary poisons himself.

"Puff~"

Pulling out the needle, Zhao Xing expelled the poison and burned it with fire, then began to ponder under the peach tree again.

"What is the significance of Bowei creating this city? Is it just to send me in to experience it? Did I ignore something?"

Zhao Xing re-examined his experience after entering the Transmitted World, constantly filtering it in his mind.

"The time point I descended was the moment King Yu Heng returned from his adventure."

"The poison I contracted is fake, but it will transform into reality."

"The Dance of Struggle is a real skill."

"King Zhang Yue's obsession is to live in seclusion with King Yu Heng and live a peaceful life."

"In the memoirs, King Zhang Yue regretted agreeing to Yu Heng's last adventure."

Zhao Xing walked slowly through the villa where Yu Heng and Zhang Yue lived. King Yu Heng liked to plant trees, and the villa was full of magical plants.

Finally, he re-opened his panel to observe, deep in thought.

"The memoirs didn't say what King Yu Heng's profession was. On the panel, my realm and name were all virtualized, and one more type was added."

"But my profession column is still 'Si Nong / Shen Nong', nothing added."

"It seems that Yu Heng is a Si Nong King."

"Reincarnation Moon Shadow, Born of Extreme Yang—"

"Assuming Moon Shadow represents falsehood, Extreme Yang represents reality."

"If Qing Yuzi and I obtaining the Key of Inheritance is a foregone conclusion—"

"Zhang Yue loves Yu Heng so deeply, but after learning of King Yu Heng's death, her obsession shouldn't be to indulge in false history..."

Zhao Xing muttered to himself, slowly returning to the place where he stood outside the villa, a bold decision in his heart.

However, before making this decision, he went to the Spring Medicine Clinic first and told Bi Qi and Divine General Chou Gu his decision.

"Are you ready?" Bi Qi asked. "Once your judgment is wrong, we might have no way back. Wait a little longer, perhaps there will be new changes."

"I've thought about it," Zhao Xing said. "As far as I know, you two have been here for more than three hundred years, and it has always been unchanging."

"Not counting me, an outsider, the situation in the Transmitted World seems to be viewed as having never changed."

"It has been like this for three hundred years, and it will probably be like this for three thousand years."

"Continuing to wait, besides wasting life, has no meaning."

Bi Qi was speechless and looked at Chou Gu.

"Wrong is death, waiting is also death; might as well let him try," Chou Gu gave his opinion.

That evening, Zhao Xing returned to the villa and waited quietly under the peach tree.

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

Zhao Xing changed back to his own appearance bit by bit, took the initiative to expose his aura, and put on the Space-Time Grain Rain Magic Robe.

He straightened his clothes, bowed, and bowed forward: "Si Nong Zhao Xing, pays respects to Senior Zhang Yue."

Zhang Yue's smile faded bit by bit, her expression becoming cold, and the entire Transmitted World space seemed to be completely frozen.

A terrifying pressure emanated from Zhang Yue, and a chill struck, as if to freeze Zhao Xing's soul. At the same time, he seemed to hear a cold voice: "You have such great courage!"

Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Senior, King Yu Heng has hope of being resurrected!"

King Zhang Yue's pressure paused.

Feeling this, Zhao Xing quickly took out that memoir and said: "Senior left behind memoirs and set up a cenotaph. The obsession in your heart is not to keep Senior Yu Heng, but to let him live well."

"Otherwise, if you really wanted to hide this cenotaph, you could have put this memoir here together. In this way, no one in the world would really know about King Yu Heng, and he would never be disturbed again."

"However, the Great Yellow World eventually faced destruction, and this cenotaph would cease to exist."

"You knew this, yet you still set up the Mausoleum World containing the memoirs, as well as the cenotaph hidden in the God-Burial Cave."

"I did indeed once hold a glimmer of luxury," King Zhang Yue's coldness loosened: "The moment I sensed Yu Heng passing away, I exhausted all my family wealth and invited several Kings to distort that time and space to change his destiny."

"However, exhausting everything, I still couldn't do it. Instead, because of multiple attempts, even Kings could not set foot in that time and space."

"You, a mere Divine Soldier, what virtue and ability do you have to dare to speak of fulfilling my wish for me?"

"Senior, my cultivation is indeed shallow now, and I don't have a single way. But this doesn't mean it's impossible in the future," Zhao Xing pulled a thread of memory from his mind. "I have created a scripture, please take a look, Senior."

King Zhang Yue looked lightly at the memory thread floating over, held it in her hand, and a ripple flashed in her eyes.

Because what Zhao Xing showed her was the creation process of the Ten Directions Mountain Sutra in the Ancient Hill.

Seeing that King Zhang Yue was still unmoved, Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and released the regressed Qing Yuzi from his internal world.

"Senior, I am not alone. You and King Yu Heng knew and loved each other; you should know the situation outside. This is my good friend. To be able to become a God of Time in the distant Desolate Domain Era, isn't that turning the impossible into possible?"

Zhang Yue's gaze looked at Qing Yuzi, still without any change.

Zhao Xing then shouted loudly: "Elder!!!"

In the outside world, Bowei, who was presiding over the two-city array, felt helpless. He ended the array and took the initiative to enter the city, landing in the villa.

"Greetings, Senior Zhang Yue."

And the moment she saw Bowei, King Zhang Yue was moved.

A God of Scholars! A scholar could actually become a god, and a god-level one at that?

If she could ignore Qing Yuzi's experience—it was difficult, but not enough to be classified as 'impossible' in a King's cognition.

But the existence of the Ten Directions Mountain Sutra and a Scholar God was something that belonged to the 'impossible' in a King's cognition.

Otherwise, the Great Emperor, the Moon Palace Master, and the Reincarnation Hall Master could not have been so surprised, and even reluctant to kill Bowei, instead letting him make amends for his crimes and teach Zhao Xing.

King Zhang Yue's obsession remaining in the Transmitted World actually held no hope for resurrection. Because the time and space where King Yu Heng died could no longer be set foot in by Kings, she left behind memoirs and a cenotaph, just so that someone could inherit Yu Heng's legacy.

Even if this was the idea, the part occupied by obsession was not high. In most thoughts, she really didn't want to be disturbed.

However, the situation had changed now.

King Zhang Yue waved her hand, and four light orbs immediately appeared in front of Zhao Xing.

At the same time, in the God Machine City.

The Boundless True God woke up from the throne in shock.

At this time, in the main hall, all space was filled with hair, and all this hair grew from his left arm!

"This, what is going on?!!!"

The Immeasurable True God woke up from his throne in shock.

At this moment, every inch of space within the great hall was occupied by hair, and all of this hair had grown out from the left arm on his body!

"This, how can this be?!!!"