Mu Changqing's gaze was calm, unfazed by a few people knowing his identity.
His return was already sensed by the Great Daos of the heavens.
But what of it? The Three Thousand Great Daos were nothing to him.
With the Heavenly Dao slumbering, Mu Changqing feared no foe in the myriad realms.
He paid no mind to what others thought.
He merely wished to understand what unknown schemes lay hidden within what was called reincarnation.
Including the so-called Children of Destiny, those blessed with immense fortune, the Sons of the Great Dao… all of it hid a monstrous conspiracy.
Mu Changqing approached An Zhuangsuo, lightly touching his forehead.
Purple Netherflame entered his body, devouring the old and decrepit aura that enveloped him.
An Zhuangsuo's eyes widened in shock, his body trembling. The extreme pain was like ten thousand ants gnawing at his soul, tearing him apart inch by inch.
Moments later, An Zhuangsuo's entire aura deflated like a leaking ball, instantly evaporating.
The man who had once shone with celestial light, appearing like an exiled immortal, now resembled a withered old man, his feeble aura permeating the air.
His skin, like pure dust, was covered in wrinkles, like an ancient tree with gnarled roots, devoid of vitality.
Mu Changqing raised an eyebrow slightly. After a long pause, the corners of his lips curved upwards, revealing a strange smile.
His purple eyes flashed with understanding, yet held a hint of confusion.
"Reincarnation? Is it true reincarnation, or…! Interesting, the Great Dao of Reincarnation, the Ancient Land of Reincarnation… the secrets of the heavens…!"
Mu Changqing murmured, turning his body. Behind him, dozens of peak mortal realm experts from the Fengtian Immortal Dynasty turned into nothingness, their souls dissipating.
Even everything related to them in history, past and present, was erased.
Mu Changqing never left loose ends in his actions.
Regardless of strength, all threats were annihilated into nothingness.
As he turned, Mu Changqing's aura remained as cold and indifferent as ever, his lips always carrying a subtle, faint smile.
With a single step, his figure vanished from his original position and reappeared before Nalan Yong.
"Master."
Nalan Yong hurriedly knelt, his body trembling uncontrollably.
This was reverence for the highest existence, fear of Mu Changqing's mysterious, powerful, and capricious nature.
Mu Changqing chuckled lightly, unfazed by his fear.
Fear was common. In all the realms, with all the Great Daos, who dared not fear his existence, who dared ignore him.
Only the ignorant dared to underestimate Mu Changqing.
Glancing at the terrified and trembling Elder Liu and Liu Yan'er, a wisp of purple flame flickered in Mu Changqing's purple eyes.
The bodies of the two were incinerated amidst their boundless terror, erased from the river of time.
He strode forward, everything behind him turning into nothingness, the Purple Netherflame, filled with supreme power, devouring all.
Even if an Immortal Emperor were to return, they could not trace back anything that had happened through any means.
"Nalan Yong, I am in a good mood today. I will not kill you. Begone."
Mu Changqing said indifferently, preparing to leave.
Slaughter was boring. Nalan Yong had already become a demon. Living held more meaning than dying.
To witness the rise and fall of the world, was that not also a form of pleasure?
Nalan Yong, who was kneeling on the ground, froze. He hurriedly raised his head to look at Mu Changqing and pleaded.
"Master, why will you not let me serve you, to assist you? I know my strength is humble and I have no right to ask anything of Master, but I hope Master can give me an opportunity."
Mu Changqing heard this, his lips curved upwards, his deep eyes looking at the devout Nalan Yong.
"Is that so? Since that is the case, then show me your worth. I will be staying in the Cloud Feather Realm for a period of time. If you cannot demonstrate your value, I will personally eliminate you."
As the light words fell, Mu Changqing's figure gradually became transparent, quickly disappearing from his spot.
A long time later, Nalan Yong finally got up, his blood-red eyes filled with madness and fervor.
"Master, I will not disappoint you. My words are my command, I fear nothing. Master's majestic figure is who I should follow. My previous petty squabbles were utterly childish."
Nalan Yong murmured to himself, demonic energy billowing around him.
He wanted to show sufficient value, he wanted to become powerful, to gain Mu Changqing's approval.
He believed Mu Changqing was omnipotent and could perceive his every action.
...
After Mu Changqing left the ancient Ye family, he instantly arrived at the only forbidden zone in the Cloud Feather Realm.
This place was guarded by the Fengtian Immortal Dynasty with powerful experts. No one was allowed to enter or even approach.
This was because, in the unfathomable past, this place had been Mu Changqing's dojo.
Although immense time had passed, the Dao rhythms and laws left behind had been worn away by time, and shattered by that great battle.
However, even a fraction of a billionth of what remained was something ordinary cultivators could not bear.
To the Fengtian Immortal Dynasty, Mu Changqing's former dojo, with even a fraction of a billionth of its Dao rhythms and laws, was like a supreme treasure.
Although the dojo was not shielded by formations or barriers, no one dared to enter it privately.
It was noon, the scorching sun hung high in the sky.
Outside the dojo, green waters and lush mountains stretched out. Cultivators passing by were extremely curious about the location of this legendary, formerly forbidden dojo.
Some even came from other great realms, merely to catch a glimpse of the dojo of the taboo of the Emperor's Fall.
Yet, they only dared to gaze from afar, not to step foot inside.
Mu Changqing appeared here silently, his purple eyes filled with complex emotions.
The surrounding cultivators were bustling with activity, but Mu Changqing felt a sense of annoying clamor.
"Coming like wind and rain, leaving like dust, time flies like an instant, worldly affairs are like a dream. The mountain scenery seems to remain, life itself is full of dust."
Mu Changqing sighed softly and slowly approached his former dojo.
Just as he was about to enter, a figure in a green lotus-robed shirt caught Mu Changqing's attention.
Looking up, he saw that the figure was tall, with a face so stunning it could topple kingdoms, as if possessing innate beauty without the slightest flaw.
Her three thousand dark strands of hair cascaded freely down to her waist like a waterfall. Her deep, star-like eyes seemed ordinary.
But Mu Changqing saw her essence; within her eyes, stars flickered and died.
Her aura was subtle, and anyone who could pique Mu Changqing's curiosity could not be simple.
The green-robed woman stood with her hands behind her back, her deep eyes piercing through the endless dread as she surveyed Mu Changqing's former dojo.
"Mu Changqing, the taboo of the Emperor's Fall. Interesting. The great era is arriving, a pity he was targeted by the Heavenly Dao and retired early."
Mu Changqing's brows twitched slightly. His figure appeared behind the woman without anyone noticing.
The woman sensed him and calmly turned, her expression indifferent.
Unlike Mu Changqing's indifference, Mu Changqing acted according to his whim, unbound by heaven and earth. Life and death were already seen through; life was merely a form of amusement to him.
The woman's indifference, however, was… an innate lack of emotion.
"You… seem quite interesting. I didn't expect to encounter someone so interesting in this small Cloud Feather Realm."
The woman spoke calmly, her tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Cold and alluring, like a celestial goddess from the ninth heaven, her gaze was icy.
Mu Changqing smiled and said.
"You are also quite interesting. Who are you? You don't seem like a cultivator… no, you are not human."
Mu Changqing's purple eyes moved, his interest growing even more intensely.
He was certain that the person before him was extremely powerful, terrifyingly so.
At the very least… not inferior to an Immortal Emperor.
But he was puzzled. Such an existence, according to the Heavenly Dao's nature, how could it tolerate its presence?
The woman's eyes calmly observed Mu Changqing. After a long moment, she spoke indifferently again.
"Are you the same kind of existence as me? No, you possess human emotions. But why can I not sense your presence? Who exactly are you?"
As her voice fell, green spiritual energy rippled around her, and a green lotus Dharma image flickered faintly behind her.
Everything around them froze. The passing cultivators were unknowingly controlled, their movements fixed in a certain point in space and time.
Mu Changqing felt this terrifying power, carrying an innate, supreme aura.
Then, his purple eyes flickered, and a wisp of Purple Netherflame flashed past, restoring his ability to move.