Enlightenment Underworld Realm, Reincarnation Division.

Wang Chongsheng looked up at Fang Chen and complained. “That girl has been sent back into reincarnation again? You let her cut the line, didn’t you?”

Fang Chen smiled faintly. “Of course.”

Wang Chongsheng chuckled. “That’s fine. In the blink of an eye, she has already reincarnated twice. She only has 98 more lifetimes to go before reaching the 100th life assimilation.”

Fang Chen sighed. “I’m just afraid she won’t last until that day.”

That would take at least 7,000 to 8,000 years. Given how things were looking, undercurrents were surging everywhere. It was obvious that something big was about to happen.

Fang Chen sat down across from Wang Chongsheng. “Old Wang, Senior Sister seems to know something about what you’ve been doing. She also sees the situation in the Nine Mortal Realms quite clearly.”

Wang Chongsheng pondered for a moment, not looking surprised. “In that case... a Yang God must have contacted her.”

“I’ve also felt that the waters haven’t been calm lately. Some things that used to be half-hidden are about to completely surface.”

“What will happen then?” Fang Chen asked.

He knew Old Wang’s information network was extensive, enough to give a rough judgment.

“What will happen? Haven’t you heard of the chaos of the Three Realms? When the time comes, it’ll mean war.” Wang Chongsheng snorted coldly. “Everyone will exhaust their foundations fighting each other. In the end, whoever wins gets to call the shots.”

“Who do you think will win?” probed Fang Chen.

“Hard to say. There are things even I’m not certain about now. The only thing I truly fear at the moment is the Demonic Calamity Arts.”

Wang Chongsheng’s expression turned grave. “That fellow wouldn’t conduct such experiments in the Lower Six Domains for no reason. His objective is clear; he wants to refine and optimize that technique. I’ve figured it out now. He has probably already stepped into the Half Step Heavenly Dao Realm. If not, how could he possibly control the demonic calamity?”

“Half Step Heavenly Dao,” muttered Fang Chen, eyes narrowing. “That realm lies above the ninth transformation. Senior Sister mentioned it before. You mean that the Demon Race’s Saint Son is also at that level now? But if he is at that level and still hiding, then that means the human race also has someone at the Half Step Heavenly Dao?”

“Of course we do. Besides, the Human Race’s Half Step Heavenly Dao experts aside, that guy wouldn’t dare show himself unless all the Yang Gods are completely eliminated,” Wang Chongsheng said calmly. “Right now everyone is restraining each other. When real war breaks out, all those hidden trump cards will naturally be thrown onto the table.”

“You should know about the Motian Division, right?”

Wang Chongsheng glanced at Fang Chen, his expression inscrutable. He nodded. “I do.”

“Old Wang, what else do you know? Can’t you share some of that information with me?” Fang Chen said helplessly.

“No. I’ve worked hard for years to gather that information. Why should I give it to you for free? Besides, with your cultivation level, what use would it be even if you knew? If the Three Realms truly fall into chaos a few hundred years from now, do you think you’ll be able to assemble your Immortal Boat Formation in time?

He scoffed. “You core disciples aren’t even as capable as some of the veteran external cultivators.”

Fang Chen fell silent for a while before casually saying, “Some years ago, demonic calamities started descending on Enlightenment Star. An outer cultivator was affected.”

“I know about that too. You waited 70 or 80 years before telling me?” Wang Chongsheng couldn’t help but shake his head. “Aman has already dealt with it and rooted out a batch of people, but clearly, that wasn’t all of them.”

After a pause, he continued, “You should start preparing as well. Once the Grand Limitless Divine Mirror returns to the Enlightenment God Palace, the demons in this realm will have nowhere to hide. When that time comes, we’ll likely be heading toward the Taicang Realm. Perhaps that battle will sound the horn of chaos for the Three Realms.”

So even Old Wang says this... Looks like the Grand Limitless Divine Mirror really is coming back.

“What about you? You’re still a seventh-transformation Ancient Immortal. When will you accumulate enough foundation to advance to the eighth transformation? And even if you reach the eighth transformation, when the chaos of the Three Realms truly begins, how would that cultivation be any different from mine? In decisive battles, you still wouldn’t be able to participate.”

“That’s none of your concern. Aren’t you going back to the Lesser Underworld? Go on.”

Wang Chongsheng waved him off impatiently.

Fang Chen stood and took his leave.

***

Several years later.

Lesser Underworld, Monarch Yan Palace.

In recent years, Jiangguang City and Dangyin Mountain had joined forces, and their power had developed quite well. The Yin Lifespan they accumulated each year continued to increase. The Lesser Underworld was thriving. Its laws had become increasingly reasonable and just.

Fang Chen walked slowly to the barrier between the two realms. Looking at the ghostly figures on the other side, he drew out the Sin Mace and glanced at it.

I wonder if this thing can suppress those Ghost Immortals.

He pressed his hand against the barrier.

This time, from Jiangguang City, Dangyin Mountain, and the Lesser Underworld, he had collected more than eight million years of Yin Lifespan. Adding the over two million he already had, the Yin Lifespan within Monarch Yan's Seal had surpassed ten million.

To avoid being delayed by unforeseen circumstances and unable to return, Fang Chen decided to thoroughly reinforce the barrier.

As streams of Yin Lifespan were continuously infused into it, the barrier grew thicker and sturdier. At first, faint ghostly figures could still be seen, but by the end, even their shadows were no longer visible. All eight million Yin Lifespan were poured into it.

Fang Chen kept over two million Yin Lifespan for himself. This was his trump card. If one day he encountered a Ghost Immortal from the Motian Division, only with the Yin Lifespan could he activate the Sin Mace.

After finishing the reinforcement, he turned and left the Monarch Yan Palace, heading to the Hidden Guard Division.

“Brother Fang, there’s news about the Golden Soul Flower you asked me to keep an eye on. Also, Abbess Qinghe has been found.”

The moment Xia Ji saw Fang Chen enter the hall, he immediately rose to greet him.

Fang Chen’s eyes lit up. “Abbess Qinghe has been found?”

***

Ancient Desolate Realm, Tuxiong Star, in the Central Continent Empire. Taiyue City.

A nun was walking slowly forward. Each step she took was slow and labored. Her gray Daoist robe was stained with blood. When cultivators saw her, they avoided her like the plague, unwilling to get too close. Some mortal children who caught sight of her immediately burst into terrified cries.

The nun had no ears, only two small holes remained. She had no eyes either. Flesh around the eye sockets was torn and turned outward, crimson red.

Just then, a group of young cultivators passed by. One female cultivator stopped instinctively at the sight, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“That’s Senior Qinghe, isn’t it?!”

“It’s her, right?”

“Isn’t it?”

She asked several times before her companions hesitantly nodded.

“It does look like Senior Qinghe.”

“How did Senior Qinghe end up like this?! Wasn’t she cultivating in seclusion at Jade Balance Peak outside the city?”

The female cultivator found it hard to believe. Qinghe was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. Even within the territory of Taiyue City, she was considered a top-tier expert.

One of them seemed to know something, warning, “Let’s not meddle in other people’s affairs...”

However, under the female cultivator’s repeated questioning, he finally said helplessly, “I heard from my family a few days ago... Abbess Qinghe accidentally offended the sect master’s daughter of the Taiyue Sect...”