The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

"And the new sect leader is a powerful one."

Hai Zhengfeng squinted his eyes:

"They probably want to deploy troops in northern Shaanxi in advance."

The nameless man nodded:

"Fortunately, the battle of magic is being held in Xi'an this year."

All factions and sects are rushing to northern Shaanxi to prevent the Nine Realms Sect from completely gaining control of the situation.

Wumingzi shook his head, and the owl's wings slightly opened and then closed:

"But it still feels very tricky."

The Nine Realms Sect can secretly use Nirvana Corpses as their eyes and ears, but we can only rely on our disciples in the open.

They are in the shadows, we are in the light.

"Moreover, those who spread dreams might also take advantage of this Dharma-seeking conference."

"This is really difficult."

Wumingzi looked at the Lord of Penglai Island beside him and eagerly flapped his wings:

"Old Hai, you need to think of something quickly!"

"I've been saying this for so long."

Hai Zhengfeng was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"Let's unite everyone and hold a joint Dharma assembly."

Wumingzi tilted his head: "How so?"

"Today, we hold a gathering to inquire about the immortals."

Hai Zhengfeng counted on his fingers.

"There are also several small and medium-sized sects that have good relations with Qianji Pavilion."

We will unite to reward those who kill Nirvana Corpses or the sects that do so in northern Shaanxi.

Kill one, record it, give a copy.

The more you kill, the more you give.

Wumingzi thought for a moment and nodded: "This framework is acceptable."

This can both incentivize independent cultivators to take action and win over neutral sects.

Hai Zhengfeng continued:

"You decide on the specific details."

I, Penglai, provide the resources; you, Qianji Pavilion, provide the manpower.

I'll contact Jinmen and the Wenxian Society.

The nameless creature sighed, its wings drooping slightly.

"However, even so, it's just a passive response."

The Nine Realms Gate has taken the initiative in setting up their plans; we can only respond according to their moves.

Hai Zhengfeng nodded, his gaze falling on the sea outside the window:

"But this is already the best it can be."

After all, we don't have any spies from the Nine Realms Sect.

He sighed, a complex emotion flashing in his heterochromatic eyes.

Then he turned his head and looked at the nameless one:

"Please allow my son to stay at the Thousand Machines Pavilion for a few more days."

He's got the temperament to stir things up. I'll send some men over to find him.

Wumingzi nodded: "That suits me perfectly. I feel more at ease knowing he's with me."

Before he finished speaking, the telepathic talisman on the desk suddenly lit up.

Jin Miao's voice came from the talisman, urgent and excited:

"Master, important news to report!"

The nameless man perked up: "Speak."

Jin Miao quickly said:

"Sanzhen said they have a spy from the Nine Realms Gate sending back a message."

The nameless man was taken aback:

"what's the situation?"

Hai Zhengfeng also stood up:

"How is the undercover agent doing now?"

Is the message that came back true?

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication talisman, then Jin Miao's voice became subtle.

"The news should be true."

Because he's an undercover agent, he seems to be the leader of the Nine Realms Sect.

The two people: ? ? ?

525 AD.

Deep within the dark mountain cave.

Jiang Mingzi stood on a protruding rock, his eyes narrowed:

"When I first discovered your whereabouts, I thought I was seeing things."

Deep inside the cave, a figure stood with his back to him, his white hair as white as snow, hanging down to his shoulders.

"I didn't expect it to really be you, Chen."

The figure turned around.

With white hair, red eyes, and a star mark between his eyebrows, his face looked incredibly young.

“I’ve heard about you from Can Yi.”

Chen looked down at Jiang Mingzi and slowly spoke:

"This is our first official meeting, isn't it, Jiang Mingzi?"

Under Jiang Mingzi's wary gaze, Chen slowly spoke:

"Don't be nervous, I am no longer your enemy."

"Because I am no longer a Nirvana."

Jiang Mingzi: ?

"What do you mean you're no longer a Nirvana Corpse?"

Jiang Mingzi stared in disbelief at the old man opposite him.

"Is this thing actually reversible?"

Chen nodded. "Of course, once a corpse dies and is resurrected, it becomes a living person."

"The Lord of all spirits has raised me from the dead."

"And it brought me to this era."

"Lord of all spirits?"

Jiang Mingzi frowned.

He had never heard of that name before.

He looked at Chen warily:

"What do you mean by saying he resurrected you?"

Chen didn't explain, "We'll talk about this later."

"Follow me first."

He turned around and walked deeper into the cave.

Chen stopped in front of a huge stone wall.

Before the stone wall lay a peculiar sight.

Jiang Mingzi raised an eyebrow.

"A mirage of all industries?"

The mirage of all things is a peculiar phenomenon that only appears before and after the battle of cause and effect.

Essentially, it is a phantom of other time periods projected onto the present.

Time may come from the future, or it may come from the past.

Looking at the scene inside the mirage, Jiang Mingzi's eyes widened suddenly.

"This is......"

Chen nodded. "This is what it will look like 1,495 years from now."

"Tell me, you'll see when you see it."

Looking at the vision from the future, Jiang Mingzi remained silent.

He was a young man with heterochromia.

He fell from the sky.

His left hand and left foot were severed, and blood gushed out from the cuts.