Chapter 1032: The One Who Passes Beyond Mortality

When the Ox Clan fell in battle against the Wu Yu tribe, Fang Yue hadn't noticed Ming's whereabouts and had assumed she perished long ago in the chaos—never expecting she was still alive.

A commoner who had survived until now made Fang Yue feel even more acutely her extraordinary nature.

Captain Wu and the others tensed up, but Fang Yue waved his hand, signaling them to lower their guard, then asked.

"Ming, who exactly are you? What do you mean by 'everyone becomes immortal'? How much do you know about the Mo Xian Array?"

Ming said nothing, only slowly pressed her palm against the forehead of the Blood Infant, who had fallen asleep under her soothing touch. As she applied gentle pressure, her hand sank with a soft *plop*, as if breaking through water's surface, merging into the infant's head.

This scene from the netherworld stirred unease, yet the Blood Infant showed no reaction, remaining deep in slumber. As Ming's hand stirred like playing with a stream in a lake, the entire Blood Infant swelled and twisted, then burst into a pool of blood that clung to Ming's arm with a *splash*!

As if absorbing something, Ming's arm rapidly shrank, soon becoming gaunt and skeletal, even corroded, exposing white bone.

But the blood was not satisfied—it crept upward along her arm, seeking to engulf her whole body.

*Wum! *

A flash of sword light—Ming severed her own left arm on the ground. Blood gushed from the stump, yet her expression didn't change; she let the blood fall, reforming into a wailing infant.

"Just as I suspected—these infants are both human and ghoul, fused as one. What monstrous form they'll reach at their peak is truly thrilling! Too bad my time is short. Still, to witness such a creation during my passage beyond mortality—this journey was worth it."

Passage beyond mortality?

Fang Yue looked utterly confused. Those around him were equally baffled—even the King of the Wu Yu tribe above furrowed his brow, seemingly unable to grasp the meaning.

But Ming didn't care. She stilled her expression, lifted her gaze, and looked down upon Fang Yue and the others with condescending disdain.

"As for what 'passage beyond mortality' means—if one day you become an immortal, you'll understand. If you have the qualification."

Speaking, the one-armed Ming slowly raised her head—directly toward the night moon high above.

As if responding to her gaze.

*Crack! *

The blood moon above split open with a fissure.

The moon was about to shatter—and with it, the night sky itself cracked open.

The crack didn't just tear the blood moon—it also ripped away a portion of the night sky surrounding it.

"The Heavenly Devouring has begun. My passage beyond mortality ends here."

A sneer curled on Ming's lips—as if mocking all sentient beings, or perhaps certain lofty beings above.

*Crack! *

A second fissure spread across the blood moon, widening the earlier tear in the night sky.

The sight of the sky splitting felt like a seal about to break—a crushing, oppressive darkness descended like Mount Tai, suffocating everyone.

At the same time, Fang Yue noticed Ming's aura beginning to rise.

Post-Heaven, Pre-Heaven, Human Rank, Cloud Rank, Rain Rank… Immortal Rank!

The terrifying aura once exclusive to Meiyu Xianzi now spread from Ming—and even grew denser!

Her severed arm regenerated; her demeanor transformed. Around her, the Blood Infants shrieked to silence, scrambling away on tiny limbs as if fleeing a primordial predator.

The once-deafening wailing diminished by half, granting brief relief to strained eardrums.

And before them, Ming slowly ascended. Her eyes, once ordinary black, gradually turned golden. Merely a color shift—but it radiated an icy, forbidding chill, like a frost-blooming flower on a distant peak, coldly surveying all things below.

*Plop! *

While Fang Yue was still stunned, someone behind him suddenly collapsed to his knees.

"Immortal, save Qing Guo from ruin! Cut down demons, exterminate the celestial horrors!"

Fang Yue turned—didn't recognize the man, only remembered him as one of those he'd rescued from the Imperial Palace.

But the man was sharp—he'd instantly sensed Ming's extraordinary nature and begged for aid.

With the current state of the Imperial Palace, adding another Immortal-level force to their side would shift the entire balance.

Seeing the scene below, the Wu Yu King tensed, repeatedly glancing upward, as if urging the Black Qing Ghoul to descend quickly for aid.

The situation had surpassed expectations—Qing Capital harbored two Immortal-level figures. No one had ever heard of such a thing.

Yet as the Wu Yu King studied Ming more closely, he began to sense something was wrong.

Because though she stood right before him, his perception detected no presence—yet the overwhelming Immortal power radiating from her felt utterly real, neither false nor illusory, elusive and incomprehensible.

As he pondered, he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear.

"This woman is no threat."

No threat?

What nonsense are you spouting! That's an Immortal—her power is immeasurable; even I, Wu Yu King, have no chance of defeating her! How could she be "no threat"?

But no matter how desperately the Wu Yu King called inwardly, the Black Qing Ghoul gave no reply—seemingly locked in a critical battle above, utterly occupied.

The Wu Yu King thought: Regardless of what the Black Qing Ghoul said, if this woman truly aids Qing Guo, my position becomes dire.

Seeing more commoners below kneel, begging the Immortal for rescue, the Wu Yu King's murderous intent flared.

He was about to strike down the kneeling supplicants—when he froze.

Because…

*Boom! *

A burst of golden flame erupted suddenly from the bodies of the kneeling men who had begged for aid.

When the golden fire vanished, the men who had pleaded with Ming were gone—no ashes, no bones, erased from existence.

"I am the one who passes beyond mortality. I am the observer-immortal.

I am the Immortal Path. I am myself!

Unbound by Causality. Uncaught in Reincarnation. All things in this world serve only to pave my way.

This mere Qingchuan Jie is not worth my hand. But whoever dares disturb me—dies!"

Ming's voice drifted, ethereal and unreal. As the cracks in the sky multiplied, her words grew fainter—yet the shocking golden flame left all too terrified to move.

At this moment, Fang Yue, who had been frowning in thought since the beginning, suddenly spoke.

"You're a clone, aren't you?"

The one who had spoken was none other than Fang Yue.

As Ming recovered the immortal's power, Fang Yue clearly felt that the sensation Ming gave him was very similar to the one Meiyu Xianzi had given him back in the game.

Ming, who had risen into the air, narrowed his eyes, stopped midair, looked down at Fang Yue, and golden flames flickered around Fang Yue's body.

"Captain Ye!!"

Captain Wu's expression shifted, and he hurriedly stepped in front of Fang Yue to shield him.

The people around them were so terrified their faces went pale, scrambling and crawling as they fled from Fang Yue's side.

Only Fang Yue himself stood with a perfectly calm expression, gazing up at Ming in the sky and speaking words without beginning or end.

"I am a Rain-rank martial artist."

(End of this chapter)