Chaos, mystery, danger—that is the truest essence of the Boundary Tomb.
No one can say for certain what lies in its deepest depths, just like the other ancient lands that have remained unexplored since time immemorial.
What is buried in the deepest reaches of the Primordial Ancient Mine?
What slumbers within the lands of the Heavens Above?
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On this moonlit night, they discussed, debated, and ultimately encouraged one another, for the journey ahead might determine the course of their entire lives.
“To cultivate the ancient methods, one must possess a seed. Obtaining a flawless immortal seed is exceedingly rare—only a few exist, such as the sapling of the World Tree or the embryonic seed of the universe. They are irreplaceable, treasures beyond reach,” Qing Yi murmured with a sigh.
As for the others—Cao Yusheng, Chang Gongyan, the Dragon Maiden, Feng Wu—though they followed the modern path, they too had reached a critical juncture.
Not long ago, the elders had informed them that they would be taken to a “Primordial Nest,” a mystical ancient land capable of nurturing divine embryos.
With the right opportunity, one could undergo a great nirvana there—a complete transformation of body and soul, a rebirth that could alter the very course of their destiny.
If the nirvana succeeded fully, their future path of cultivation might widen, becoming smoother and brighter!
“Rumor has it that the Primordial Nest once birthed an immortal being—one who ascended to immortality the moment it emerged!” Cao Yusheng exclaimed, recounting a tale from the previous era.
Some speculated that it was a cosmic womb, capable of nourishing all things, seizing the essence of creation, and altering the very constitution of living beings.
After countless ages of accumulation, all its nourishment concentrated into a single being—naturally, that being would ascend to immortality!
“Of course, if one lacks fate, entering the Primordial Nest will yield nothing,” Chang Gongyan remarked.
This time, Shi Hao and those cultivating the ancient methods would seek immortal seeds, while Chang Gongyan and the modern path cultivators would seek to alter their own “destinies.”
Though their paths differed, this journey was of monumental importance to all of them!
Under the moonlight, a graceful figure approached, her steps light and elegant, her presence enchanting.
Her skin was snow-white, her black gauze dress unable to conceal her alluring form. Her slender neck, arms like polished ivory, and long, jade-like legs all shimmered with an irresistible radiance.
She was the Witch—her hair flowing, her pupils like black gemstones, her skin flawless as jade. Ethereal and transcendent, she moved like a spirit dancing beneath the moon.
Before she even arrived, her laughter rang out as she greeted everyone with a smile.
“So you finally showed up. I thought you were deliberately avoiding us,” Shi Hao teased, pouring her a cup of fine wine himself.
“I was avoiding someone, yes. And now I regret coming, seeing the murderous intent in that little woman’s eyes,” the Witch giggled, glancing at Qing Yi.
She had indeed been avoiding her, for the two had once been bitter rivals, their conflicts fierce and unrelenting.
Of course, the Witch’s main target had always been Yue Chan—Qing Yi, as her secondary self, had merely been collateral damage.
It was the Witch who had orchestrated Qing Yi’s capture, leading to her entanglement with Shi Hao. Without her meddling, their complicated relationship might never have existed.
Qing Yi let out a soft humph, her autumn-water eyes flashing with cold lightning. Though she did not strike, her hostility was unmistakable.
“Hey, little Qing Yi, is that any way to treat your matchmaker? Don’t burn the bridge after crossing it. Without me, would you two be here flaunting your sweetness?” the Witch taunted, ever mischievous.
*Sizzle!*
The gazes of the two women clashed in the air, sparks practically flying between them.
“Let’s not spoil the mood. There’s no need for this,” the Dragon Maiden interjected, trying to mediate.
The little rabbit, however, giggled mischievously, hugging her snow-white qilin cub. “Why don’t you two have a little duel?”
Qing Yi shot her a glare. After all they had been through together in the Ancient Immortal Ruins, the little troublemaker was still stirring the pot.
“We’re all friends here. Let’s talk this out,” Shi Hao added, attempting to defuse the tension.
After a brief standoff, the two women withdrew their auras, knowing they couldn’t possibly fight in front of so many familiar faces.
As everyone settled back down to enjoy the feast and wine, the atmosphere grew lively once more.
But then, the Witch dropped a bombshell that made everyone spit out their drinks and left Qing Yi flushed with fury, nearly lunging at her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be pregnant? Why don’t I see any signs?” the Witch asked innocently.
Qing Yi froze, momentarily stunned. The little rabbit, however, blinked her big eyes and asked, “Pregnant with what?”
“I’m talking about Qing Yi. Back in the lower realm, I heard she was with child in the Ancient Immortal Ruins. So, did you give birth?” the Witch pressed, grinning.
*Splat!*
Wine sprayed everywhere as everyone choked in shock. Even those mid-bite spat out their food.
Some of the spilled wine and food fell into the lake, attracting shimmering divine fish that darted about in colorful streaks.
“You—!” Qing Yi’s face burned crimson, torn between fury and humiliation. Normally poised, she nearly overturned the jade table in her fluster.
“From what I know, you secretly gave birth. Was it a boy or a girl?” the Witch pressed, eyes gleaming with gossipy delight.
“Whoa, seriously?! Qing Yi, you’re so sneaky! How could you hide something like this from me?!” the little rabbit shrieked.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Some knew of Shi Hao and Qing Yi’s past entanglement in the Ancient Immortal Ruins, but this revelation was staggering.
Even Qin Hao, usually composed, looked stunned. “Big brother, you have a child? Why didn’t you leave them with Father and Mother in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces? They miss us terribly—it would’ve been a comfort to them!”
*Thud!*
Qing Yi nearly coughed up blood, leaping to her feet in outrage.
Worst of all, Shi Hao himself looked utterly bewildered, staring at her with wide, innocent eyes. “R-really? Where is it?”
The two brothers, cut from the same cloth, wore identical expressions of shock.
By now, even those who hadn’t known the secret understood—something significant had happened between the two.
“This is wonderful news! A cause for celebration!” Cao Yusheng cheered, slapping the table.
“Congratulations!” Even the usually taciturn Chang Gongyan spoke up, reaching into his robes as if searching for a gift.
Finally snapping out of her daze, Qing Yi’s first instinct wasn’t to attack the Witch—but to pummel Shi Hao, who was sitting right beside her.
She had never seen such a clueless man! Normally sharp-witted, he had just stood there gaping like a fool!
And his brother Qin Hao was no better—his dumbfounded expression and words made her want to throttle him too!
Shi Hao, usually so quick-witted, had been genuinely stunned. Given their past and Qing Yi’s furious reaction, he had actually believed the Witch’s outrageous claim.
Just a few years ago, he had been running wild, hunting beasts to cook and eat—still a reckless youth at heart. The thought of suddenly being a father had terrified him.
“Stop hitting me!” Shi Hao stumbled back. If not for his indestructible physique, Qing Yi’s furious punches would have shattered him.
“See? One little mention, and the truth comes out,” the Witch gloated, sipping her wine like a smug little fox.
“Witch, you’ve slandered my honor! I challenge you to a duel!” Qing Yi, having vented some rage on Shi Hao, now turned her fury toward the Witch.
Clad in white, she moved like a celestial maiden descending from the moon—ethereal, graceful, and utterly flawless.
“Bring it on!” The Witch, still holding her wine jug, took another swig and smirked, entirely unbothered.
Dressed in black, she was a vision of cunning beauty, a perfect counter to Qing Yi’s purity.
*Whoosh!*
Black and white clashed as the two women engaged in a dazzling battle, their movements as fluid as dancing phoenixes.
The banquet was effectively over, but no one minded. Instead, they watched with glee, thoroughly entertained.
Only Shi Hao stood there miserably, sighing. Then he glanced at Qin Hao, who still wore a baffled expression, and couldn’t resist—
*Whack!* He smacked his brother upside the head.
“Ow! Why’d you hit me?!” Qin Hao yelped.
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