Chapter 637: Chapter 637

“I am the immortal spoken of by the cultivators of the Nine Provinces.”

Seeing Mu Zhian’s somewhat dazed look, Shang Yanfei said again in a soft voice, “The one sealed in the Heavenly Court is my immortal body.”

Seeing Mu Zhian still in a state of shock, Shang Yanfei couldn’t help but purse her lips and chuckle softly, “You should have had a premonition long ago, right? Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost now?”

Mu Zhian finally came back to his senses. Feeling the soft and warm delicate body in his arms, he felt the hand around the woman’s waist trembling slightly.

This was an immortal!

Mu Zhian did indeed have a premonition when he saw the ‘immortal’ sealed in the depths of the Heavenly Court.

But hearing Shang Yanfei admit it herself, he still couldn’t suppress the shock in his heart, even finding it hard to believe.

In the legends he had heard, in the distant beginning of time, there was no concept of cultivation in the world.

Until the birth of an immortal, who changed everything.

Since then, if one wanted to live forever, they had to continuously cultivate until they reached the Dao Integration Realm, broke through the shackles of heaven and earth, and transcended and ascended.

As for Immortal Ascension… in that cultivation system, there was no path to Immortal Ascension.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to leave behind the method of Immortal Ascension, but that there was no such method.

At this moment, Mu Zhian’s mood was incredibly subtle.

He realized that he wasn’t just holding a woman, but a true goddess.

The mother of all living beings.

If it weren’t for the soft touch of the Sect Master’s delicate body, Mu Zhian even felt his mentality was about to collapse.

He had actually, unknowingly, been with the Primordial Mother in the past…?

Even if that wasn’t her real body, the spiritual sense was ultimately the Primordial Mother’s spiritual sense.

Mu Zhian barely composed himself, turned to look at the beautiful woman in the magnificent robe who was still admiring the snowy scenery, and said softly, “There are always rumors in the mortal world that after a cultivator resonates with one of the three Daos of Heaven, Earth, and Human, as long as they break through the shackles, they can transcend and ascend.”

“But as for how to achieve Immortal Ascension, there are no legends left in the Nine Provinces.”

Shang Yanfei didn’t answer, but knelt on the brocade couch and wrapped her arms around Mu Zhian’s head.

This mature beauty, who seemed to be between a young girl and a beautiful woman, was at the most charming stage of a woman’s life. Her black magnificent robe was slightly disheveled because of Mu Zhian’s small movements earlier. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, her red lips alluringly vibrant, her jade neck slightly curved. At first glance, she looked like a voluptuous and beautiful woman in her prime, but at a second glance, she transformed into a cold and proud Empress.

She held Mu Zhian’s head with her snow-white arms, shifting his position slightly so that he could comfortably rest his head on her exposed fair and tender thighs.

From Mu Zhian’s perspective, looking up from below, he couldn’t even see her face. Her full and ample bosom proudly strained her clothes, hanging above his head.

A delicate and subtle fragrance from the woman’s body drifted out, constantly entering Mu Zhian’s nose, making his train of thought momentarily stop.

So big… No, what was I just saying to the Sect Master?

By the way, why is a lap pillow so comfortable…

Just then, the woman’s pleasant and soft voice came from beside his ear, “This way, you shouldn’t have any so-called reverence anymore, right?”

Mu Zhian was stunned for a moment, then hummed softly in agreement.

The Sect Master is truly a master of the Way of the Lecher… he couldn’t help but sigh with heartfelt admiration.

Anyone else in this world, upon hearing she was an ‘immortal’, would inevitably feel a sense of awe, let alone talk to her, or even have physical contact.

Even though she was currently bound by nine immortal gold chains and only possessed the strength of a Dao Integration Realm expert.

A pair of slender jade hands extended from Shang Yanfei’s wide sleeves, caressing Mu Zhian’s face, and she said softly, “There is no such thing as a method to achieve Immortal Ascension.”

“Then what about you?” Mu Zhian asked subconsciously.

“I was an immortal from the moment I was born,” Shang Yanfei said faintly.

Some people strive their entire lives for cultivation, while others are born at the top.

Mu Zhian was momentarily at a loss for words.

Fortunately, he had never been particularly driven by cultivation, so his mentality was still stable. He said, “Someone told me before that the existence of the Primordial Mother symbolizes the past, present, and future.”

Mu Zhian continued, “I didn’t think much of it at first, but it was only after Sister Mengrou said that her misfortune had been transferred to someone else that I became suspicious.”

“The Primordial Mother is immortal and indestructible because if any one of her past, present, or future selves dies, another one will rewrite everything.”

Mu Zhian voiced his conjecture: “You are the Primordial Mother… or rather, you are the Primordial Mother’s main spiritual sense, also one of the clones of her One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, and Wei Mengrou is the Primordial Mother’s future self, right?”

The Primordial Mother symbolizing the past, present, and future was to be taken literally.

The past symbolized the Primordial Witch. Although he didn’t know what she had experienced, she was undoubtedly the product of witnessing some despair and collapsing.

The present represented Shang Yanfei. She had planned everything and left everything to Wei Mengrou.

Because Wei Mengrou was the Primordial Mother’s future self.

Shang Yanfei had orchestrated everything, paving the way for Wei Mengrou, not for anyone else, but for herself.

The three portions of Heavenly Dao Energy would react to the master of the Abyss, and the master of the Abyss was the Primordial Witch.

The Heavenly Dao Energy would react to both Shang Yanfei and Wei Mengrou, not because both had refined it, but because they were both clones of the same person. They were both the Primordial Witch, and also the Primordial Mother.

Shang Yanfei looked at him silently.

The sound of the wind and snow blew outside the pavilion, the charcoal fire burning brightly, dispelling the cold.

“You’re good at everything, it’s just that sometimes your eyes see things too clearly.”

After a silent pause, Shang Yanfei sighed softly.

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The Primordial Witch was that Immortal Ascension Realm immortal, and so was Shang Yanfei.

It was just a matter of past, present, and future.

“Now that all the misfortune has been transferred to you, what are you planning to do next?”

Mu Zhian smiled and said, “Will you also give the immortal body in the depths of the Heavenly Palace to Sister Mengrou?”

However, this time, Shang Yanfei shook her head in denial, “She already possesses the past and the future. It’s enough for me to bear the present.”

“What price will you have to pay?” Mu Zhian asked the question he was most concerned about.

“Just this physical body.”

Shang Yanfei said casually, “This body is bound by immortal gold chains, and now the misfortune is also sealed within.”

“After this, sealing this body in a certain place can also seal away the Heavenly Dao’s negative emotions.”

Mu Zhian pondered for a long time, then sat up from Shang Yanfei’s embrace, recalling something important, and asked subconsciously, “Is it the black box you left in the World Sea back then?”

Within that black box was the grotto-heaven technique created by the Primordial Witch. In this world, besides him, only the Primordial Witch could open it.

Sealing this body, along with the Heavenly Dao’s negative emotions, in the black box, no one would be able to open it in the future.

Mu Zhian quickly made a connection and said, “So the peach blossom I saw in the black box was left for me by you… Were you also greeting me back then?”

“But why did you specifically greet me?” he couldn’t help but ask.

For Shang Yanfei, this seemed a bit unnecessary. She could have just left the black box and done nothing else.

After Mu Zhian finished asking, he saw the beautiful woman in the magnificent robe look up and ponder for a moment, then suddenly chuckle softly, “Probably because I was lonely.”

Having lived for so long, without some emotional support, it would be difficult to carry on.

Although she couldn’t reveal her identity to Mu Zhian at the time, just being able to greet him in that way was enough for her.

I didn’t expect Sect Master Sister to be someone who gets lonely so easily… Mu Zhian looked at her silently.

From the outside, her expression was no different from usual, a black mist surrounding her, as if invisible shackles were binding her body.

If he hadn’t known the truth, Mu Zhian wouldn’t have even imagined that this Sect Master had used nine immortal gold chains to restrain herself, even suffering a backlash from the misfortune.

“Let’s go back to the Heavenly Court first. This body has almost reached its limit,” Shang Yanfei suddenly said softly.

“How do I take you to the Heavenly Court?” Mu Zhian asked.

Shang Yanfei glanced at him and said softly, “You don’t need to take me to the Heavenly Court. I can go there myself.”

Mu Zhian was stunned for a moment.

“I am the Ninth Seat of the Heavenly Court,” she added, as if seeing his confusion.

After Mu Zhian took out the ring that symbolized the Heavenly Court, his spiritual sense quickly entered it.

Even then, his mind was still replaying his earlier conversation with the Sect Master.

Shielding destiny, deceiving the Heavenly Dao, and paving the way for her ‘future self’—she did all of that just to completely seal away the Heavenly Dao’s negative emotions.

As for the reason, it wasn’t hard to guess from Shang Yanfei’s words.

The Heavenly Dao didn’t want an immortal of such terrifying power to exist in the Nine Provinces, so it wanted to erase her.

Therefore, the Heavenly Dao targeted the Primordial Mother’s future self, hoping to strangle her in the cradle before she could grow.

“Speaking of which, the Sect Master, who was once an Immortal Ascension Realm expert, why did she use the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities technique, splitting into the ‘Primordial Witch’, ‘Shang Yanfei’, and ‘Wei Mengrou’?”

The One Qi Transforms into Three Purities technique might not have a great impact on a Dao Integration Realm expert, but for an immortal, it was a complete weakening, only giving the Heavenly Dao an opportunity to exploit.

Since that was the case, why did she still do it…?

Mulling over these things, Mu Zhian unknowingly arrived at the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

Pushing open the ancient green sandalwood door, what came into view was a woman still in a deep slumber.

She wore a snow-white dress that seemed to emit a soft, white light, overflowing with immortal aura. Beneath her skirt, a pair of long, slender, and shapely legs were outlined.

Her figure was graceful, a ribbon cinching her slender waist. Strands of her cascading hair framed her long, fair neck.

Just seeing this figure was enough to clearly sense the woman’s breathtaking form, not to mention her delicate and beautiful features. In Mu Zhian’s memory, the only one who could compare to her beauty was the number one beauty of the Nine Provinces, Yao Meng.

Both were equally stunning, but Yao Meng had a more ethereal and cool immortal aura, while this woman, though less cool, possessed a greater sense of mystery and an inexplicably attractive motherly radiance.

Ultimately, she could be considered the mother of all living beings. In a sense, even the Heavenly Dao was a child of her creation.

The only pity was that no matter how hard Mu Zhian tried to remember her appearance, he would forget it the moment he looked away.

“Has the Sect Master’s spiritual sense not returned yet…?”

Mu Zhian wondered inwardly as he walked step by step towards the slumbering woman.

The last time he came to the Heavenly Palace with Yuanluo, he was so overwhelmed with shock that he overlooked many details.

The closer he got to this woman, the more amazed he was.

Because this body was as perfect as a jade sculpture, without a single flaw.

A faint glow seemed to emanate from her body, as if every inch of her snow-white skin was imbued with immortal rhyme. Just the sight of that rhyme was enough to clear one’s mind, making one feel as if they were about to transcend and ascend.

This was the Primordial Mother. Her body itself was a kind of immortal rhyme. If Mu Zhian’s Innate Celestial Furnace could advance the cultivation of the female cultivators he dual cultivated with, then just a single glance at the Primordial Mother was enough to bring enlightenment to those cultivators stuck at a bottleneck.

At this moment, the motherly radiance emanating from her captivated Mu Zhian’s gaze.

For an instant, he seemed to see Mu Wanwan, and then the next, he saw Mu Wange, who had raised him.

Finally, she transformed into the Sect Master Sister he respected.

Mu Zhian walked forward slowly, looking at the Primordial Mother, who seemed to be in a deep slumber with her eyes closed.

Then, he did something unexpected. He reached out and gently wrapped his arms around the woman’s slender waist, then buried his face in her bosom.

A dense immortal rhyme seemed to completely envelop Mu Zhian at that moment, bringing an inexplicable sense of peace.

Just then, the woman’s long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She lowered her eyelids, like a mother goddess comforting her child, and gently stroked Mu Zhian’s hair.

“I know you had your doubts before, but you should believe me now, right?”

The woman spoke softly, her voice overflowing with a gentleness that seemed almost tangible.

“I never doubted you. To me, I’ll believe anything Sect Master Sister says,” Mu Zhian said softly, intoxicated by the creamy fragrance emanating from the woman.

Shang Yanfei looked at the young man in her arms with gentle eyes and suddenly said softly, “I remember you have the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox body, right?”

Mu Zhian was stunned for a moment, as if understanding something, “Do you also like me in that form…?”

Shang Yanfei gently shook her head, “I’m not interested in fox ears.”

She paused slightly, then added, “But for a change of pace… it’s not bad.”