It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Mu Zhian naturally didn’t know what was happening in the outside world. At this moment, he was on his way to the Abyssal Lands.

Brilliant divine light enveloped this ancestral land along the way, making it appear especially sacred.

However, even within that divine light, there was a dangerous aura. Mu Zhian even felt that if he wasn’t holding this jade slip, his body would probably be crushed by the divine light before even stepping into the Abyssal Lands.

“It seems this secret realm of the ancestral land was also an arrangement tailored by the Heavenly Dao for the Heaven-Chosen One.”

Mu Zhian sensed his suppressed cauldron, looked around at the environment, and a thoughtful look quickly appeared in his eyes.

This secret realm was similar to the Abyss he encountered before. Upon entering the Abyssal Lands, one’s strength would be automatically suppressed to the Core Formation Realm level.

Clearly, this secret realm was prepared for the Heaven-Chosen One.

However… not only was Huang Weifeng a Heaven-Chosen One, but so was Lan Feiying.

Perhaps because of this, the two sisters were able to smoothly enter the Abyssal Lands of the ancestral land and even obtain some destiny within, which was why they still hadn’t left the ancestral land yet.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhian immediately turned into a streak of light, heading towards the depths of the Abyssal Lands.

He didn’t encounter any traps along the way, presumably because the Lan sisters had already disarmed the mechanisms when they passed through here earlier.

The Abyssal Lands weren’t a lifeless place as he imagined. A green lake was located in the center of the abyss.

As Mu Zhian continued forward, the further down he looked, the more alarmed he felt.

Because beneath his feet was a bottomless abyss, pitch black, without any trace of life.

“Without Sister Ye’s protection, walking alone in such a place is really a bit unnerving…”

Mu Zhian continued forward, feeling the chill in the air, inexplicably feeling apprehensive.

However, besides apprehension, he also felt an indescribable tranquility.

This Abyssal Lands contained a special and mysterious Dao Rhyme. Being here was like being in a meditative realm, calming even the most restless heart.

“This is the Lan Clan Ancestral Land after all. Although it looks a bit creepy, there can’t be ghosts. Why should I scare myself?”

“Think of Senior Sister’s long legs, think of Sister Feiying’s rosy lips…”

Mu Zhian slightly adjusted his mentality and continued forward. A structure gradually appeared in his vision.

It was a dilapidated hall, floating just above the abyss. The surrounding pavilions had all collapsed, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.

“I’ve heard before that floating objects from the void would appear in the abyss of the Lan Clan Ancestral Land. Could these structures be from the void?”

Mu Zhian mustered his courage, approached the dilapidated hall, and quickly saw many ancient texts and scriptures within a certain room in the hall.

Mu Zhian’s eyes lit up almost instantly, his heart filled with wonder.

Many of these scriptures shone with a faint golden light, meaning there might be first-grade techniques among them!

Even now, he only had two first-grade techniques in total. Dao Integration Realm experts were indeed powerful, but creating a first-grade technique required an extremely long time, and after creating it, few others could use it.

Because the techniques created by Dao Integration Realm experts were inevitably most suitable for themselves.

And now, seeing so many scriptures in this ancestral land naturally made even Mu Zhian, who wasn’t interested in wealth, somewhat excited.

However, just as Mu Zhian raised his fingertip, the ‘room’ before him shattered into light particles and vanished into the Abyssal Lands the moment his fingertip touched it.

Those ancient texts and scriptures also scattered with the wind.

“There’s something unusual about this place. What I saw just now was likely an illusion, not a real scene…”

Mu Zhian looked at his hand, suddenly feeling a sense of unreality.

These scenes in the Abyssal Lands seemed to be ‘traces’ left by the past, materialized for some reason, but could only be viewed from afar, not approached.

“No choice, I should find Senior Sister Lan and Feiying soon…”

Thinking of this, Mu Zhian sighed inwardly, about to turn and leave the hall.

However, just then, he vaguely felt a burning sensation coming from the storage ring on his finger.

Mu Zhian took out an ink-black jade cauldron, only the size of his palm.

The burning sensation just now came from this ink-black jade cauldron.

“This is what the beautiful ancestor of the Lan Clan gave me before… Is it guiding me?”

Mu Zhian slowly looked up, gazing at the hall ahead.

This ink-black jade cauldron meant for him to continue deeper into the hall…

Looking at this eerie and gloomy place, Mu Zhian hesitated slightly.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and, guided by the ink-black jade cauldron, strode towards the depths of the hall.

Within the hall, it was pitch black. Mu Zhian’s spiritual sense carefully scanned the surroundings, afraid that a monster might suddenly jump out from somewhere.

However, to Mu Zhian’s surprise, he didn’t sense any abnormality along the way, smoothly walking into the depths of the hall.

“What exactly is this ink-black jade cauldron guiding me here for? I don’t feel any treasures here.”

Mu Zhian was doubtful. After guiding him here, the ink-black jade cauldron became completely still.

However, within this hall, he didn’t sense any Spiritual Energy fluctuations.

Normally, any heavenly material or earthly treasure would emit some Spiritual Energy.

And the Innate Spiritual Body could easily capture this Spiritual Energy.

Yet now, he couldn’t sense any trace of heavenly materials or earthly treasures.

Boom…

Just then, a rumbling sound came from behind the ancient door at the end of the hall.

“Could it be there?”

Mu Zhian pushed open the ancient door with some doubt.

However, there was no path ahead. What appeared in his vision was only a bottomless abyss.

An ancient pleasure boat drifted within the abyss.

Two slender figures, one in red and one in white, flashed past Mu Zhian’s eyes.

“Senior Sister Lan and Sister Feiying?!”

Mu Zhian almost subconsciously cried out, murmuring, “…Why are they on that pleasure boat?”

He remembered this pleasure boat. It was the one the Lan Clan ancestor rode in the past. However, that time, the pleasure boat appeared on the Lan Clan’s Primordial Lake, and this time, it appeared in the abyss of this ancestral land.

This mysterious ancient ship drifted within the abyss. Mu Zhian saw it slowly moving towards the end of the abyss, its figure gradually disappearing.

Can’t leave Senior Sister Lan and Feiying alone… Mu Zhian steeled his heart, jumped down from the hall, and accurately landed on the pleasure boat.

Thick, pitch-black darkness filled the abyss, dilapidated old scenes vaguely appearing in his vision. Several red lanterns hung within the pleasure boat, the atmosphere deathly silent.

“I remember seeing Senior Sister Lan and Sister Feiying on the deck just now, they should be nearby…”

Thinking of this, Mu Zhian’s spiritual sense scanned the surroundings, cautiously moving forward through the black mist.

“Senior Sister Lan, Sister Feiying—”

At the same time, he called out their names, hoping to wake them up.

No one responded from within the ancient ship. In the silence, Mu Zhian could only hear his own footsteps.

He opened his mouth slightly, about to speak again.

However, at that moment, a clear, silver-bell-like laughter echoed through the ancient ship. The sound was pleasant, but carried a hint of coldness that looked down upon all beings.

Within the black mist, a woman in a red dress stood, holding an oil-paper umbrella. She wore small, delicate red embroidered shoes, her eyes seductive, revealing a charming smile in the misty rain, staring intently at Mu Zhian.

Holy crap, is this haunted?!

Mu Zhian’s scalp tingled. He wasn’t afraid of people, but he couldn’t sense any ‘living’ aura from this woman.

This was likely a ghost!

The Lan Clan ancestor wasn’t here, Senior Sister Lan and Sister Feiying weren’t here, and instead, an unidentified woman in a red dress appeared in the ancient ship… and he couldn’t sense any living aura from her at all.

If this wasn’t haunted, what was it?!

Mu Zhian felt goosebumps all over his body. He immediately raised his hand, summoning his sword, wanting to leave this place.

However, at that moment, the red-dressed woman’s figure appeared behind him. She wore delicate red embroidered shoes on her jade-white feet, her red dress vaguely concealing her long, snow-white legs.

She raised her hand, seemingly wanting to reach for Mu Zhian’s shoulder. However, almost at that instant, the Spiritual Energy within Mu Zhian’s body surged, turning into a streak of light, rapidly distancing himself from the red-dressed woman behind him, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Imagine, in this desolate and eerie place, a woman in a red dress and red shoes suddenly appeared, floating like a ghost, closely following behind you…

Just thinking about it sent chills down one’s spine.

“Strange, why can’t I see her anymore…?”

Mu Zhian suddenly realized that the red-dressed woman’s figure had vanished from his sight.

“No, there’s something strange about this place. I need to find Senior Sister Lan and Feiying quickly…”

Thinking of this, Mu Zhian was about to take a step.

Just then, a hand gently touched his shoulder from behind.

Almost at that instant, Mu Zhian’s heart skipped a beat.

He hadn’t even noticed anyone approaching him!

Mu Zhian suppressed the throbbing in his heart, abruptly turned around, and saw a woman in a blue dress. Her dress fluttered, her temperament ethereal and elegant, exuding a cool and intellectual beauty.

His pupils widened slightly, his heart still pounding. Then, after seeing her face clearly, his anxious heart finally calmed down.

“Senior Lan, can you please not appear silently behind people next time? It’s quite scary…” Mu Zhian let out a sigh of relief.

The woman who appeared in the ancient ship wasn’t the red-dressed ‘ghost’ from just now, but the ancestor of the Lan Clan, Lan Shihuai.

Then, he continued asking, “Are Senior Sister Lan and Feiying also on this ancient ship?”

Lan Shihuai nodded silently.

“Before the Sabbath descended, they entered the ancestral land and mistakenly boarded this pleasure boat.”

Her voice was somewhat similar to Lan Mulian’s, but carried a more mature aura. She wore a blue dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella in the misty rain.

Mu Zhian’s eyes flickered slightly: “What exactly is this pleasure boat? Why has Senior stayed here all this time? And where are Senior Sister Lan and Feiying now?”

Lan Shihuai said, “They are on the pleasure boat, accepting the Lan Clan’s inheritance.”

Mu Zhian felt somewhat relieved, looking up at her. This Lan Clan ancestor seemed to be standing in a hazy place, misty rain falling like a curtain, separating the distance between them, seemingly close at hand, yet unreachable.

This is clearly the ancestral land, where is this rain coming from? Mu Zhian suddenly thought.

“Who was that red-dressed woman just now?” Mu Zhian suddenly asked curiously.

“One of the great powers whose physical body and spiritual sense were both annihilated in the long river of history. Part of her consciousness is missing, so she’s sometimes lucid, sometimes muddled.”

Mu Zhian was incredibly surprised, “Her physical body and spiritual sense are both gone, yet she still exists on this pleasure boat?”

What kind of heaven-defying method was this?

Generally, as long as a cultivator’s spiritual sense was gone, they were completely dead. But the red-dressed woman’s physical body and spiritual sense were both annihilated, yet she was still alive?

Clang…

Just then, the sound of chains colliding came from beside his ear. Mu Zhian turned his head to look outside the pleasure boat and vaguely saw a pitch-black chain in the abyss extending from the end of the abyss towards the void, seemingly reaching towards somewhere.

“What is that?”

“The Abyss,” Lan Shihuai said.

Mu Zhian was stunned: “Isn’t the Abyss at the border between the Eastern Continent and the Demon Realm…?”

“There’s more than one Abyss. However, every Abyss connects to the central city of the World Sea,” Lan Shihuai revealed an unknown secret.

The World Sea… That was the place where the Primordial Witch appeared most frequently in the past.

So, the chains in the Abyss might be related to the Primordial Witch?

Mu Zhian understood.

Then, he quickly sensed the vast Dao Rhyme contained within the faintly visible chains in the Abyss.

“These chains seem to be specially forged, containing immortal gold…?” Mu Zhian’s eyes flickered, murmuring softly.

In this world, any heavenly material or earthly treasure related to ‘immortal’ was inevitably the rarest and most powerful material. Even those Dao Integration Realm experts might not be able to find a piece of immortal gold.

Yet now, someone had used immortal gold to forge a chain, hidden within the Abyss, to trap something?

“That foolish fox seems to be in your Innate Celestial Furnace?” Lan Shihuai suddenly parted her lips and asked softly.

Foolish fox?

Mu Zhian was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, “Senior knows about it?”

He thought this was an uninformed Empress, but unexpectedly, she had been on the ancient ship all along and knew everything.

And calling her that… It seemed there was some past entanglement between the Lan Clan ancestor and the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

“That foolish fox, before dying, left a wisp of spiritual sense clinging to my statue, how could I not know?”

Lan Shihuai held the oil-paper umbrella, looking at Mu Zhian through the misty rain, an unusual light flashing in her calm, beautiful eyes for the first time: “Under normal circumstances, in less than a thousand years, that wisp of spiritual sense would probably completely dissipate.”

“But now it seems that her weak spiritual sense has recovered quite a bit…”

The Spiritual Energy of the Innate Celestial Furnace was truly too astonishing.

Why do I feel like she’s craving my body…? Seeing Lan Shihuai suddenly fall silent, although he didn’t stare at her, Mu Zhian still sensed an unusual glint in the eyes of the graceful, blue-dressed, beautiful Lan Clan ancestor.

“You’ve come a bit too early.” Just then, she suddenly spoke softly.

“But I can give her to you now.”

“What does Senior mean—”

The moment Mu Zhian spoke, he saw the blue-dressed woman extend her hand towards him.

The next moment, the ink-black jade cauldron within Mu Zhian’s storage ring appeared in his vision.

Then, under Mu Zhian’s astonished gaze, she gently shattered the ink-black jade cauldron with a slap.

What appeared in his vision was a sphere emitting a soft halo.

It was only the size of his palm, but contained astonishing Spiritual Energy.

Heavenly Dao Energy!

Lan Shihuai’s eyes seemed intoxicated as she gazed quietly and said, “This Heavenly Dao Energy will be inherited by your Senior Sister. While she refines the Heavenly Dao Energy, you need to do one thing.”

“Please speak, Senior.”

Mu Zhian cupped his hands, looking at the Heavenly Dao Energy in Lan Shihuai’s hand with a strange expression.

He had carried that ink-black jade cauldron for so long, yet hadn’t noticed the Heavenly Dao Energy hidden within…

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly felt a cold and soft touch on his lips.

Mu Zhian’s eyes widened abruptly at that instant, looking at the devastatingly beautiful face of the Lan Clan ancestor so close at hand.

Before Mu Zhian could react, she had already released his lips.

What’s going on?!

At this moment, Mu Zhian’s heart was filled with strangeness. He felt it was unbelievable. He had only met Lan Shihuai twice!

Within this silent ancient ship, sensing Lan Shihuai’s always calm and indifferent gaze, Mu Zhian rarely felt a bit embarrassed.

He hadn’t recovered yet.

“Senior, you have to take responsibility for me,” he said jokingly, trying to hide the ‘shock’ in his heart.

As a ‘veteran’ who had navigated the flowers for many years, he was actually embarrassed after being kissed. Was this still Young Master Mu?

Lan Shihuai didn’t seem to mind. Wearing delicate shoes beneath her blue dress, she walked past Mu Zhian, gazing at the Abyss, and said softly, “Sense your Innate Celestial Furnace now.”

Doubt flashed through Mu Zhian’s heart. He immediately scanned his Innate Celestial Furnace with his spiritual sense.

Soon, he captured a wisp of grayish Spiritual Energy within his Innate Celestial Furnace.

“What is this…?”

Mu Zhian sensed the wisp of Spiritual Energy flowing within his Innate Celestial Furnace. It seemed to contain a chaotic aura. Even within the Innate Celestial Furnace, Mu Zhian could sense its terror.

“Something that suppresses bad luck, also the agreement between me and her back then.”

“However, you were still at Core Formation last time, so I couldn’t give it to you.”

His Soul Transformation Realm Innate Celestial Furnace couldn’t withstand this wisp of chaotic aura before.

“Her?”

Mu Zhian first showed a puzzled expression, then after more than ten seconds, he seemed to recall something, his body stiffening slightly.

He slowly turned to look at Lan Shihuai, his lips moving slightly, and said with difficulty, “The Sect Master of the Two Polarities Sect?”

Lan Shihuai nodded gently, a faint smile rippling in her beautiful eyes, and said softly, “After this, you personally give it to her.”

“The problem is it’s currently in my Innate Celestial Furnace, how do I give it to her…?”

The moment Mu Zhian looked up, he saw Lan Shihuai also looking at him, her eyes calm as the sea, as if saying: Do I need to teach you?

“No way…”

Mu Zhian murmured.