My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

The Tushan clan's thinking was too rigid; they considered orange, red, and orange fur as orthodox and regarded other colors as abnormal.

She had purple hair and a purple tail since childhood, which made her an omen of bad luck in her clan. She suffered constant ostracism and eventually fled Tushan because she could no longer bear it. Fortunately, she was taken in by her master, Gu Changyuan.

Tu Shan Han Yan, born with white hair and a white tail, was thrown into the dangerous Wan Yao Ridge by her clan. If she hadn't met her by chance, this child would have long become food for other demon beasts.

It was because of this similar experience that she decided to take on a disciple.

During her time with this child, she could always see herself in Han Yan, the lonely and helpless woman who had suffered all kinds of bullying. She could also always recall the care and teachings her master had given her back then.

Back then, her master protected her in this way, allowing her to cast aside all external pressures, focus on her cultivation, and gradually reach where she is today.

Therefore, she also wanted to protect Tu Shan Han Yan like her master did, so that the child could grow up without any obstacles.

She no longer has to go through the suffering she endured back then, nor has she had to bear the unwarranted exclusion and harsh criticism.

But, Master...

Thinking of that figure who had disappeared a thousand years ago, Tu Shan Youyao felt a pang of sadness and longing in her heart.

It's been a thousand years, Master, where are you now?

When will I be able to see you again?

She composed herself, no longer indulging in her thoughts, and turned to sit cross-legged on the futon in the center of the quiet room.

Six dharma bodies appeared around her, sitting cross-legged together, while the other two stood guard around the tower, vigilantly watching all directions.

In an instant, six dark purple threads appeared around him, intertwining and entwining in the air, quickly forming a small domain that enveloped the entire quiet room.

Within the realm, light and shadow shifted, and countless threads of cause and effect could be vaguely seen crisscrossing, which was Tu Shan Youyao's other innate divine power—Nine Netherworld Tribulation Cause.

This supernatural power can directly touch the threads of cause and effect between heaven and earth, altering the trajectory of living beings' destinies. Although it is a heaven-defying supernatural power, it also has many limitations:

One cannot directly change life into death, nor can one directly change death into life. One can only indirectly change the course of a crisis by influencing and reversing surrounding causal events.

The difficulty of changing death to life is much greater than the difficulty of changing life to death.

Although her Netherworld Dharma Body cannot inherit the Nine Revolutions of the Netherworld, it can perfectly inherit all her other supernatural powers. The simultaneous application of the Nine Netherworld Tribulation Cause by the six Dharma Bodies can accelerate the process.

Lan Caiyou was able to successfully overcome her "life tribulation" a hundred years ago, not only because of the magical artifacts bestowed upon her by her master, but also because Tu Shan Youyao secretly intervened in her life multiple times with subtle causal influence using the "Nine Nether Tribulations Cause" supernatural power.

However, the target of that intervention was Lan Caiyou alone, and the scale of the calamity was relatively small.

This time, however, three people are involved, and the gravity of their karma and the severity of their calamity far exceed those of the past.

Even with Tu Shan Youyao's current cultivation level, and with the six Netherworld Dharma Bodies joining forces to bear the backlash, any effective intervention would inevitably come at an unimaginable cost, and might even shake her Dao foundation.

But she did not hesitate at all.

......

Three days later, at the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, in the quiet room atop the eighth pavilion.

Bai Zeming remained immersed in the "Clear and Enlightened Realm" constructed from his own bloodline supernatural powers.

He was completely focused, trying to catch any subtle sign that might foreshadow a turning point or change from these violently fluctuating, ominous lines of cause and effect.

suddenly!

Without warning, all the causal lines in his "eyes" snapped and collapsed instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the entire "Clear and Enlightened Realm of Cause and Effect" shattered like glass struck by an invisible giant hammer.

Bai Zeming's consciousness was abruptly pulled away from the familiar sensory channels by an irresistible force, and in the next instant, he fell into an absolute, all-consuming darkness.

There is no light, no sound, no touch, no direction, and even the passage of time seems to freeze.

He couldn't feel his body, couldn't move an inch, and couldn't make any sound; only his mind was still functioning.

He could not "see" anything, but he could "perceive" that he was surrounded by an endless, suffocating abyss of darkness.

Unseen! Untouchable! Incomprehensible!

A primal fear, stemming from the very instinct of life, instantly seized Bai Zeming's mind.

He wanted to immediately sever the connection, withdraw his supernatural powers, and break free from this terrifying dark prison, but he found that his consciousness was frozen, and his connection with his body and the outside world was completely cut off.

He was like an insignificant speck of dust, cast into a boundless, dark sea, drifting aimlessly, with no end in sight, and no chance of ever returning.

Just as his mind was about to be swallowed by the endless darkness and loneliness, and his consciousness began to blur and dissipate—

"Um?"

A very soft hum, yet seemingly echoing in the deepest part of his soul, carrying a hint of doubt, rang out without warning in his dark prison.

That voice... seems somewhat familiar?

Bai Zeming's consciousness, which was on the verge of dissipation, suddenly trembled.

Before he could even discern the details, a soft "Hmm?" followed—

"Snap—!"

A crisp sound, like a mirror shattering, pierced the darkness!

Immediately afterwards, the boundless darkness receded and dissipated like a tide.

Bai Zeming felt a blur before his eyes, his consciousness instantly returned to his body, his five senses were restored, and the familiar scene of the quiet room came back into view.

He remained seated cross-legged, but cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes on his back.

"Heh...heh..."

He was panting heavily, his heart was pounding, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with barely suppressed fear and trepidation.

terrible!

In the past, when trying to glimpse the secrets of heaven, one would occasionally encounter backlash or "heavenly secrets being obscured," resulting in a brief period of blurred perception or obstruction of supernatural powers.

But never before had I been dragged into an absolute darkness that seemed to devour everything, leaving me no room to struggle.

It was a terror that transcended the concept of "danger," pointing directly to the erasure of "existence" itself.

After a moment of fear, Bai Zemin immediately forced himself to calm down and began to carefully recall the sound that rang out at the last moment.

That voice... though it was only a short "Hmm?", with a flat tone, carried an indescribable profundity, as if it transcended all things.

More importantly, he felt that the voice was...very, very familiar!

It's so familiar that it's as if it's imprinted deep in your soul; it's a familiarity that's so distant that it's almost forgotten, yet it can instantly awaken all your memories at crucial moments.

Who is it? Whose voice could resound in that absolute dark prison and so easily dispel it?

Bai Zeming frowned, deep in thought.

He was certain he had heard that voice before, either on an extremely important occasion or from an extremely important person.

But in an instant, memories from a thousand years came rushing in, and the voice was like looking at flowers through fog, difficult to clearly capture and correspond to.