It turns out, they were the main characters.

That mysterious ancient coffin—was the one who slept inside in the past the primordial witch?

Mu Zhian was filled with doubts. He looked up and stared, and then his mind gradually cleared.

"By the way, my name is Mu Zhian... Everything here is a dream."

He suddenly remembered his identity, and at that moment, he suddenly saw an unprecedented white light shining from the dark 'vortex' in mid-air.

In an instant, it was as bright as day!

An arrow slowly emerged from the white light.

The arrow, rusty and cast in bronze, exuded a terrifying pressure that silenced the battlefield almost instantly.

Whoosh!

The arrow fell from the sky, hurtling rapidly toward Mu Zhian!

At the same time, the Primordial Witch seemed to sense something and glanced at them slightly to the side.

The moment their eyes met, Mu Zhian heard a deafening roar in his mind.

boom!

Everything before my eyes shattered in an instant, as if a mirror had been broken.

Mu Zhian clutched his chest, panting heavily, still shaken.

What kind of place was that? Just standing there, one could feel a strong sense of impending doom, let alone the cultivators fighting there.

His mind was in complete disarray when he vaguely heard the sound of a guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither).

The melodious sound of the zither seemed to come from the celestial realm, like a gentle breeze caressing his face, gradually calming his previously agitated mood.

It was Yao Meng, she was protecting me... Mu Zhian calmed down and slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a basement where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"Holy crap, why is it a basement?"

"...Am I dreaming again?"

He could only hear the sound of the zither, but could not see the person. Mu Zhian shook his head violently and slapped himself twice, instantly sobering up.

Looking around, he secretly rejoiced: Thank goodness, this isn't a basement, this is Yao Meng's little dark room...

The drop of blood essence that had been suspended in mid-air quietly lost its luster and silently returned to Mu Zhian's body.

Seemingly sensing something, Mu Zhian's mind stirred, and he scanned the drop of essence blood in his body with his spiritual sense. To his surprise, he discovered that the essence blood, which had previously had no reaction to him, was now able to refine him on its own.

But then again, am I still dreaming? Why can't I see Yao Meng anywhere?

After confirming the condition of the drop of blood essence, Mu Zhian quickly scanned his surroundings and was shocked to find that Yao Meng was nowhere to be seen in the room.

"Looks like I'm still dreaming...?" Mu Zhian muttered to himself.

“Even powerful beings of the same realm may not be able to hear the Azure Emperor play the instrument herself. She is so kind to you.”

Just then, a textured and gentle voice suddenly sounded beside me.

Mu Zhian snapped out of his daze and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

The original witch.

The Primordial Witch sat at a square table to the side, wearing her usual black robe, which concealed most of her face under the hood. The slightly tight black robe accentuated her graceful figure, giving her a somewhat ascetic beauty.

Beneath the black robe, a pair of snow-white, jade-like feet were visible, and a pair of small embroidered shoes lay casually on the table. A pair of beautiful silver eyes gazed quietly at him.

"You've woken up?" Mu Zhian asked.

The Primordial Witch curled her lip and said indifferently, "It was just awakened by the essence blood you refined earlier. It was sleeping comfortably in your innate furnace."

"However, every now and then I can sense that most of the spiritual energy in your innate furnace is disappearing. You really are a very busy person."

As she said this, she smiled at Mu Zhian, and in the black mist behind her, she could vaguely see dark chains.

Mu Zhian coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and changed the subject, saying, "Where is this place...?"

He could clearly sense that although everything here was the same as the Guiyi Pavilion where he had been before, they were clearly two different places.

"Was it a dream?" Mu Zhian continued to ask.

"You changed the subject way too abruptly."

The Primordial Witch narrowed her eyes, but did not dwell on it further. She simply smiled and said, "You can think of this place as a dream."

"Did you see something in your dream just now?" she asked again.

Mu Zhian nodded slightly: "I did see quite a few things in another dream."

The Primordial Witch quietly straightened her posture and gazed into Mu Zhi'an's eyes.

Mu Zhian continued, "I saw you in an ancient battlefield. There were many people in that battlefield: monks chanting Buddhist scriptures, various demon cultivators who devour living beings, and many, many human cultivators... Do you remember me?"

The Primordial Witch gently shook her head: "I have no related memories."

It seems this spiritual consciousness doesn't have many memories of the Primordial Witch... Mu Zhi'an suddenly asked, "Since you have no memories, why did you take a liking to me in the first place?"

This was a problem that Mu Zhian had been struggling with for a long time. The Primordial Witch had been waiting for him since a very long time ago, but she clearly had no memory of him whatsoever.

The Primordial Witch did not answer, but simply reached out and carefully straightened his collar.

Then, she reached out and grabbed Mu Zhian's right hand, and under his gaze, she pulled his hand to her chest, saying to herself, "Do you know how obsessions are formed?"

"Obsession is the inability to forget certain people or things during one's lifetime, and even when one's body perishes, one does not want to forget them. Therefore, there will be a voice deep in one's memory that keeps reminding me."

She smiled brightly: "It keeps reminding me that even if I forget everything, I must never forget you."

"By the way, the innate furnace has now been blessed by that drop of essence blood. After that, I will sleep for a while longer. If you encounter any trouble, you can wake me up." The Primordial Witch's tone was quite cheerful.

What can I do if I wake you up? Can you lend me your power like Ye Yu's old man did before...? Mu Zhian thought to himself.

As if she could read Mu Zhian's mind, she smiled and said, "I can lend you my abilities temporarily."

"It really is possible..." Mu Zhian asked in surprise, "If I were to wake you up, what effect would it have on you?"

"Nurturing your spiritual consciousness within your innate furnace is inherently much faster than in the outside world, so even if you awaken in a short time, it won't have any impact."

"but,"

She paused, took two steps forward, placed her slender finger on Mu Zhian's lips, raised her head, revealing a face as beautiful as white porcelain, with an elegant smile on her face.

"This is a secret between you and me, and no third person is allowed to know it."

The primordial witch emitted black light spots, and her figure gradually disappeared like an illusion. Then, Mu Zhian seemed to hear the sound of glass shattering on the floor.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in an ancient coffin, his mind slowly recalling everything that had just happened.

The ancient battlefield in the scene doesn't seem to be in the Eastern Continent, and the fact that hydrangeas are blooming everywhere in the Demon Realm suggests it's not in the Demon Realm either...

He had previously seen all sorts of strange costumes on the battlefield, which were obviously from all over the Nine Provinces. Most of them were Qi Refining Realm and Spirit Refining Realm cultivators, and there was also a Void Returning Realm cultivator at the head.

Among them, we also saw powerful beings who had attained the Dao in the heavens... Such a large-scale battlefield was completely unrecorded in ancient books.

Or was it just a dream?

No, if it's just a dream, it's too real. Besides, the lingering fragrance of the Primordial Witch still seems to be clinging to me.

Mu Zhian took a slow breath, exhaled gently, and sat up. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice beside him: "Finally awake?"

He turned his head and saw Yao Meng, dressed in a green dress, sitting by the guzheng, her slender fingers plucking the strings, and the ethereal music filling the room.

Mu Zhian pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"About half a day."

Yao Meng got up from beside the guzheng and walked over. Her voice was soft and calm, yet it was as beautiful as heavenly music, and like a summer breeze blowing into people's hearts.

“You were unconscious due to the influence of that drop of blood essence, but seeing that you were not in any danger, I played a piece of music beside you to help you calm your mind.”

"Thank you," Mu Zhian said sincerely.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Having known Yao Meng for so long, he had subconsciously overlooked the fact that she was the first Holy Maiden of Yaochi. Not only did the guzheng she played have a calming effect, but even the words she spoke at this moment contained a divine charm, like pebbles thrown into a lake, rippling outwards.

Noticing Mu Zhian's wistful look, Yao Meng tilted her head slightly: "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhian shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I've just gotten used to being with you before, and I haven't seen you use your Dao aura much."

Each generation of holy maidens in the Yaochi Sacred Land evokes a sense of familiarity, partly due to their Daoist aura.

Her voice alone is enough to win people's hearts, and she can even make people submit with her angelic voice.

Yao Meng glanced at him and smiled, "Your own charm is enough; why add Daoist charm?"

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, a teasing smile appearing on her delicate and pretty face. She leaned closer to her ear, her voice, imbued with a unique Daoist charm, rippling gently through the room:

"Or do you like this kind of style?"

Mu Zhian's heart raced, but she shook her head reservedly: "I'm not that kind of person."

"Oh."

Yao Meng raised the corners of her mouth slightly, looking him over with a half-smile: "You dare say you weren't even a little bit tempted?"

Mu Zhian nodded solemnly and said, "That's for sure."

That's what they say, but if a woman with flawless skin and a beautiful figure stands beside you looking down at you, she is absolutely stunning from any angle. It's impossible not to be moved.

Besides, he was already caught in a dilemma by Yao Meng's flirting yesterday, and today, when he went to the depths of the Heavenly Phoenix Tree with Regina, he saw Lina trapped in the main hall by the Purifying Vines...

Noticing Mu Zhian's burning gaze fixed on her, Yao Meng's delicate, snow-white face flushed involuntarily, but she feigned indifference and asked, "Did that woman tell you everything?"

“The Southern Wilderness wants to revive the Fourth Pillar God, and Regina is the vessel prepared by the God of Space in the past,” Mu Zhian said.

Yao Meng frowned slightly: "How could they be so united? If Xue Yi were to be reborn, the Southern Wilderness would indeed be stronger than ever before, but the status of the Three Pillar Gods would also be greatly reduced."

Mu Zhian asked, "Is the Fourth Pillar God really that strong?"

“Legend has it that Xueyi is the only deity who has seen the founder of the Southern Wilderness. Perhaps she left behind Regina’s body because she found a way to increase her strength…” Yao Meng said softly.

Mu Zhian's eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "Does she also want to ascend to immortality?"

Yao Meng nodded slightly: "Maybe."

"However, the Southern Wilderness does not know where the Fourth Pillar God is now, so there shouldn't be any major problems in the short term."

Mu Zhian hummed in agreement, then reached out and grasped Yao Meng's slightly cool and soft hand, saying, "Right now, we need to pay more attention to your side."

As he stood up, he gently pressed Yao Meng's shoulder and helped her sit on the soft couch behind him.