It turns out, they were the main characters.

This statement can be considered an indirect acknowledgment of Mu Zhian's guess.

The Primordial Witch was the immortal who ascended to the Celestial Realm, as was Consort Shang Yan.

It's just a difference between the past, present, and future.

"Now that the misfortune has transferred to your body, what are you planning to do next?"

Mu Zhian smiled and said, "Should we also hand over that immortal body deep within the Heavenly Palace to Sister Mengrou?"

However, this time, Shang Yanfei shook her head and rejected the idea: "She already has the past and the future, and it is enough for me to take care of everything now."

"What price will you pay?" Mu Zhian asked the question that concerned him the most.

"It's just this physical body."

Shang Yanfei said casually, "This body is bound by a lock of immortal gold, and now misfortune is also sealed within it."

"After that, sealing this body in one place will seal away the negative emotions of the Heavenly Dao as well."

Mu Zhian pondered for a long time, then got up from Shang Yanfei's embrace. Remembering something important, he subconsciously asked, "Is it the black box you left in the World Sea back then?"

The black box contains the celestial cave technique created by the Primordial Witch, which can only be opened by the Primordial Witch and him.

This body, along with the negative emotions of the Heavenly Dao, will be sealed in a black box, and no one will be able to open it in the future.

Mu Zhian quickly made a connection and said, "So the peach blossom I saw in the black box was left to me by you... and you were the one greeting me back then?"

"But why did you specifically greet me?" he couldn't help but ask.

For Shang Yanfei, this approach seemed somewhat redundant; she could have simply kept the black box and done nothing else.

After asking his question, Mu Zhian saw the beautiful woman in the gorgeous dress in front of him raise her head slightly and ponder for a moment before suddenly chuckling, "Perhaps it's because she's lonely."

It would be difficult to survive to this day without certain emotions supporting one's existence.

Although she couldn't reveal her identity to Mu Zhian at that time, she was already content just to greet him in that way.

I didn't expect that Sect Leader Sister is someone who gets lonely very easily... Mu Zhian looked at her silently.

From the outside, her complexion was no different from usual, and black mist swirled around her, as if invisible shackles were binding her body.

If Mu Zhian hadn't known the truth, he would never have imagined that this sect leader used nine immortal gold chains to restrain himself, and even suffered a backlash from misfortune.

"Let's go back to Heaven first; this body is nearing its limit."

Shang Yanfei suddenly said softly.

"How should I take you to the Heavenly Court?" Mu Zhi'an asked.

Shang Yanfei glanced at him and said softly, "I don't need you to take me to the Heavenly Court. I can go there on my own."

Mu Zhian was taken aback.

"I am the ninth seat of the Heavenly Court." Seemingly noticing Mu Zhi'an's confusion, she added another sentence.

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After Mu Zhian took out the ring that symbolized the Heavenly Court, his spiritual consciousness quickly entered the Heavenly Court.

Even now, he was still replaying his conversation with the sect leader in his mind.

By concealing the secrets of heaven, deceiving the heavenly way, and paving the way for his 'future self,' he did so much to completely seal away the negative emotions of the heavenly way.

As for the reason, it's not hard to guess from Shang Yanfei's words.

The Heavenly Dao does not wish for such a terrifyingly powerful immortal to exist in the Nine Provinces, so it wants to erase her existence.

Therefore, the Heavenly Dao set its sights on the future of the Primordial Mother Goddess, hoping to nip her in the bud before she could grow up.

"On another note, why did the former sect leader of the Ascension Realm split into three beings, namely the 'Primordial Demoness,' 'Shang Yanfei,' and 'Wei Mengrou'?"

The transformation of Qi into the Three Pure Ones might not have a significant impact on a Dao-merging powerhouse, but for an immortal, it is a complete weakening, only giving the Heavenly Dao an opportunity to exploit.

If that's the case, why did she do it...?

As Mu Zhian pondered these things, he unknowingly arrived deep within the Heavenly Palace.

Pushing open the ancient sandalwood door, one is met with a woman still fast asleep.

She wore a snow-white robe that seemed to emit a soft white light, exuding an ethereal aura. Beneath the hem of the robe, a pair of slender and voluptuous legs were outlined.

Her figure was graceful and curvaceous, with ribbons outlining her slender waist, and strands of hair falling down to accentuate her long, fair neck.

Just by looking at this figure, one can clearly feel the woman's stunning beauty, not to mention her exquisite and beautiful features. In Mu Zhian's memory, the only one who could compare with her appearance was Yao Meng, the number one beauty in Kyushu.

Both were stunningly beautiful, but Yao Meng possessed a more aloof and ethereal air, while the woman before them had less of that aloofness, but more of a mysterious and inexplicably alluring maternal glow.

Ultimately, she can be considered the mother of all living things; in a sense, even the Dao of Heaven is a child she created.

The only pity is that no matter how hard Mu Zhian tries to remember her appearance, he will still forget her the moment he looks away.

"Has the sect leader's spirit not returned yet...?"

Mu Zhian thought to himself as he walked step by step toward the direction where the woman lay in eternal rest.

When Mu Zhian last came to the Heavenly Palace with Yuanluo, he was so shocked by this scene that he overlooked many details.

The closer he got to this woman, the more amazed he became.

Because this body was so perfect, like a jade sculpture, without even the slightest flaw.

A faint glow seemed to emanate from her body, as if every inch of her snow-white skin exuded an ethereal charm. The moment one saw that ethereal charm, one felt as if their mind were clear and they were about to ascend to immortality.

This is the Primordial Mother Goddess. Her body itself exudes a divine aura. If Mu Zhian's innate furnace can improve the strength of female cultivators who cultivate with him, then simply seeing the Primordial Mother Goddess is enough to enlighten those cultivators who are at a bottleneck.

At that moment, the maternal glow emanating from her drew Mu Zhian's gaze involuntarily.

For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see Mu Wanwan, and then the next moment, he seemed to see Mu Wange, who raised him, in her.

In the end, she became the sect leader sister whom Mu Zhian respected.

Mu Zhian slowly stepped forward, looking at the Primordial Mother Goddess who seemed to be sleeping with her eyes slightly closed.

Then, he made an unexpected move, reaching out to gently embrace the woman's slender waist, and then burying his face in her chest.

The rich, ethereal atmosphere seemed to completely envelop Mu Zhi'an at that moment, giving him a strange sense of peace.

Just then, the woman's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

With her eyes slightly lowered, she gently stroked Mu Zhian's hair, as if she were a mother goddess comforting a child.

"I know you had some doubts before, but now you should believe me, right?"

The woman spoke softly, her voice overflowing with tenderness.

"I have never doubted you. As far as I am concerned, I will believe whatever the sect leader says," Mu Zhian said softly, savoring the creamy fragrance emanating from the woman, momentarily intoxicated by it.

Shang Yanfei looked at the boy in her arms with gentle eyes, and suddenly said softly, "I remember you have the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Physique, right?"

Mu Zhian paused for a moment, as if he understood something: "You also like that form of me...?"

Shang Yanfei gently shook her head: "I have no interest in fox ears."

She paused slightly, then said again, "But it's not bad to want something new every now and then."

Chapter 632: The Gold Content of the Original Mother Goddess

Just for the novelty?

When Mu Zhian heard this, his feelings were somewhat complicated.

He had heard similar answers from several fish in the pond before.

"What's wrong? Don't you believe what I said?" Shang Yanfei asked in a gentle voice.

Her voice was as gentle as the song of a siren in the sea, and her snow-white dress, as thin as gauze, tightly wrapped her body, radiating a holy maternal glow.

If Mu Zhian felt more awe when he first met the Primordial Mother Goddess, then after learning that she and the Sect Master were the same person, a different kind of emotion arose in Mu Zhian's heart in addition to awe.

It was a love that was almost touching.

He likes Consort Shang.

Even though he knew absolutely nothing about Shang Yanfei, he still harbored special feelings for her.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Because throughout his life, it seems that the sect leader's shadow was always behind him.

From childhood, Mu Wange cared for him like a child until later, when Mu Wange sent him to Tianxuan City, Mu Zhi'an began to grow up smoothly in the Mu family.

During this time, Shang Yanfei became his closest neighbor and older sister when he was still naive about love. Then, when he was fifteen, she had a relationship with him under the identity of 'Mu Wanwan'.

When he succumbed to depravity and became a spoiled brat, Wei Mengrou became his personal maid to protect him.

Mu Zhian sometimes couldn't tell whether his feelings for the sect leader were more love or familial affection.

But at least for now, being in her arms seems to give me a strange sense of security.

On another note, the sect leader's clothes are really beautiful.

Mu Zhian's attention quickly returned to Shang Yanfei. If the body he had in the Liangyi Sect was more mysterious and intellectual, then the true body of Shang Yanfei before him seemed to have a charm that blended mystery, intellect, and holy gentleness.

The pure white robe seemed somewhat conservative, yet it was extremely gorgeous. The plain white long skirt with its front opening was adorned with countless blooming peach blossoms, the patterns were dazzling, making the snow-white robe exceptionally beautiful.

Although the robe completely concealed her delicate body, the openwork lace on her chest and arms revealed the crystal-clear and delicate skin. Her full breasts, which could be placed on a table, proudly supported the fabric. The surface of the robe exuded a holy glow, and her feet swayed like ripples on water.

This celestial aura symbolizes the inviolable sacred majesty of the primordial god who possesses the divine power of creation.

Her long, wavy hair was simply tied up in a bun at the back of her head, with strands hanging down, adding to her elegant and intellectual air.

Her snow-white wrists were bound by jet-black chains, and her pale golden eyes, though gentle and pitiful, also conveyed a sense of inexplicable awe.

It has to be said that Shang Yanfei's figure is indeed unforgettable, not only because her breasts are quite substantial, but more importantly because their size and curves are perfect.

At this moment, the sect leader was more captivating, noble, mysterious, intellectual, and holy than ever before. If one did not look at her voluptuous and alluring figure, one would feel genuine awe for this mother goddess and feel that she was immaculate and inviolable.

"What's wrong? I've never seen you so speechless when you see a woman before."

Just then, Shang Yanfei parted her red lips slightly, her voice revealing the unique charm of a mature woman.

"It's the first time I've seen your true form, and I'm quite mesmerized."

Mu Zhian sighed: "When I first saw you at the Liangyi Sect, I thought your beauty was as pure as snow, but I never expected that it wasn't your true form."

When he first met Shang Yanfei, he genuinely thought she was very beautiful. So much so that when he later cultivated with the sect leader and suppressed her karmic fire, he felt quite accomplished.