With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

The words of the wicked tyrant echoed through the ruins.

Arrogant, domineering, and carrying the madness accumulated over thousands of years.

Lu Zu's clone listened quietly, his face still bearing that calm smile.

He spoke calmly, "For a thousand years, this avatar of mine has been here."

"I awoke the moment you broke free of the first Soul-Binding Chain."

The tyrant of evil frowned. He didn't understand the deeper meaning behind those words, but he sneered indifferently, "With my current strength, dealing with the two of you is more than enough."

"So, the advantage is in my hands, what's the point of saying all that?"

Lü Zu nodded slightly, "Perhaps."

After saying that, he turned his gaze and it landed on Ye Yaocheng.

The body lay in a pool of blood, seemingly lifeless.

"Didn't you say you wanted to meet that child's master?" Lu Zu smiled slightly. "I can grant you that wish."

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Ye Yaocheng.

"Fellow Daoist, things have come to this point, are you still going to turn a blind eye?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy sigh echoed from the ruins.

The sigh was long and echoing, as if it had pierced through a thousand years of time.

The tyrant of evil thoughts' scarlet vertical pupils suddenly contracted!

There are more experts?!

A white light suddenly appeared above Ye Yaocheng's body!

After the light faded, a phantom slowly emerged.

He wore a green robe and had white hair, exuding an air of otherworldly grace. His face was kind, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

If Ye Yaocheng were conscious, he would definitely recognize that this was his master, the one known to the world as the Sage of Medicine.

He first looked at Wang Shiyu and nodded slightly in greeting.

His gaze lingered on her icy blue pupils for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Then, he turned to look at Lu Zu's clone, smiled wryly, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Master Lü's insight is truly remarkable; I admire it."

He paused, then looked at Ye Yaocheng's body on the ground, his eyes filled with heartache.

"But... my disciple's life is now hanging by a thread."

"If I were to remove the last bit of power I left in his body, I'm afraid he would truly be beyond saving."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shiyu, who was as cold as an ice queen, trembled almost imperceptibly.

A flicker of emotion flashed deep within her icy blue pupils, but she quickly suppressed it.

Lü Zu, however, seemed to have expected this, and gently shook his head.

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken."

The sound was mysterious, as if it carried a certain rhythm.

"Everything in the world is predetermined. When people face major choices, they may seem free, but in reality, it is all arranged by fate."

"Neither of us can escape it."

He looked at Ye Yaocheng's body with a deep gaze, as if piercing through a thousand years into the future.

"Just like this young man, he has a long road ahead of him."

"This...is not his final destination."

That's a rather vague statement.

The tyrannical ruler frowned.

A hint of confusion flashed in Wang Shiyu's eyes.

The medical sage seemed to be deep in thought.

He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly bowed deeply to Lü Zu.

"Thank you for enlightening me, Master Lü."

"Hmph!" The tyrannical evil spirit sneered disdainfully, "What are you pretending for?"

He pointed at the phantom of the Sage of Medicine, his face full of mockery.

"You're nothing but a projection, you have absolutely no fighting power!"

"What? Are you planning to just stand by and watch the three of us fight?"

The Sage of Medicine did not refute this, because the Evil Tyrant was right; he was indeed just an energy projection.

Aside from being able to see it, there's nothing else we can do.

He looked at Lü Zu, then at Wang Shiyu, and cupped his hands, saying, "Please wait a moment, both of you. I'll be right back."

After speaking, the phantom transformed into a beam of white light and entered Ye Yaocheng's body.

……

In a space of consciousness, everything was a vast expanse of white.

Ye Yaocheng stood there, his face full of regret.

"here we go again……"

He muttered to himself.

"Maybe he's really dead this time?"

He gave a bitter laugh, his voice gradually losing control.

"But... I still have so many things to do."

"My fundamental nature hasn't been repaired yet!"

"Where are my biological parents? We don't even know if they're alive or dead!"

"And Qingxue, I haven't taken responsibility for her yet!"

"How sad my three masters would be if they heard of my death."

He crouched down, burying his head in his hands, his voice choked with sobs.

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have preferred not to have come down the mountain."

He picked up a non-existent pebble from the ground and drew circles on it.

As he was talking to himself, he didn't notice a flash of white light behind him, revealing the figure of an old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom.

Ye Yaocheng was unaware of all this, and continued talking to himself, as if he were confiding in this space.

"It's so nice to be up in the mountains. You can just eat your fill and not have to worry about anything."

"Now look what's happened, so many people are heartbroken and have so many regrets because of me."

"I guess I'll have to trouble my masters to clean up after me. It's like parents outliving their children, I'm truly..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!"

A foot kicked him squarely in the butt!

Ye Yaocheng fell forward face down, looking extremely ugly.

"Who?!"

He jumped up and glared back angrily.

But when he saw who it was, he froze.

Before him stood a figure he knew all too well.

A blue robe, white hair, and a kind face.

At this moment, his face was covered in black lines.

"You brat."

The master glared at him.

"If you're going to die, then die outside!"

"So that we three old men don't have to deal with your funeral arrangements. Do you want to exhaust us to death?"

Ye Yaocheng stared blankly, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Looking again, the master was still there.

She looked at him helplessly, but a familiar, loving smile played on her lips.

"Master...Master..."

Ye Yaocheng's voice became hoarse.

He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily.

When she looked up again, her eyes were red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

"Master, Yaocheng... has disappointed you."

His voice grew increasingly hoarse, like a child who had worked hard for a long time but still failed the exam.

"My three masters treated me like their own children and placed high hopes on me."

"But I...in the end, I still failed my three masters' expectations."

The master looked at him quietly, a complex light flickering in his eyes.

He reached out and gently helped Ye Yaocheng up.

"My child, you must remember that no matter what happens, you must not give up until the very last moment."

He stared into Ye Yaocheng's eyes, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable power.

How many people fail because of hesitation at the final step?

"Once you give up, you've truly lost."

Ye Yaocheng's eyes gradually brightened.

But soon, it dimmed again.

"But I'm already dead. My heart has been pierced."

He gave a wry smile, still clinging to hope.

"Could it be... that I can live again? And be bound to a system or something?"

"And from then on, he rose to prominence, so it's not really a disgrace to his masters."

The master's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but he still patiently explained.

"When you were sixteen and your life force began to dry up, the three of us made preparations for you."

"Later, we used the essence of the secret realm as a catalyst to save your life."

"You remember all of this, right?"

Ye Yaocheng nodded.

"That secret realm's spiritual essence is the key to suppressing the overflowing essence within your body."

The master pointed to his heart.

"Then, with the help of the three of us, we will seal your essence even more firmly."

"That girl's sword, though it pierced your heart."

"But with a supreme innate treasure like the Spirit Essence of the Secret Realm, a mere fatal wound won't kill me."

Ye Yaocheng's eyes lit up completely!

"real?!"

"I'm alive?!"

Hope has been rekindled.

As long as you're alive, anything is possible!

But he immediately frowned.

"Master, that evil tyrant outside is too powerful."

"How can I break this deadlock?"

The master gently stroked his beard.

"That's why I came to find you."

"Wait a moment, I will extract the part of the power that was sealed inside you to suppress your origin and implant it into your body."

"That way, you'll have the qualifications to barely fight him."

Ye Yaocheng's eyes lit up, his fists clenched, filled with fighting spirit.

"Very good!"

"Master, please start already! I'm going to beat that bastard to a pulp!"

"Let me finish."

The master raised his hand to stop him, his expression turning serious.

"My strength is limited; I estimate it can only support you for about fifteen minutes. You need to make the most of your time."

He paused, his tone heavy.

"Moreover, once I extract the power from the seal, the rate at which your essence is lost will become even faster."

"From now on, you will live a very painful life."

After a pause, the master stared at him, his eyes filled with unwavering loving-kindness.

"Of course, if you wish to leave, although it will be troublesome, I can make it happen."

"However, if you choose to stay and fight the evil tyrant, then be prepared to suffer."

"Have you thought it through?"

Ye Yaocheng looked out of the consciousness space without hesitation.

Although he couldn't see anything, he knew that there were people he cared about outside.

Wang Shiyu.

Ji Mingyue.

There are many, many people he cares about.

"I can't leave," he said firmly. "There are people outside I need to protect."

The master looked at him.

After a long while, a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

He reached out and gently patted Ye Yaocheng's shoulder.

"child……"

"You've grown up."