“Since that's the case, it's time for me to embark on a new Dao,” Tian Yin murmured softly after a long silence.
He knew clearly that his transformation wasn't solely due to Zhong Tianyi's death.
This Divine Soul resonance was, in fact, part of the “True Self Secret Art.”
In a sense, he was originally a projection of Zhong Tianyi.
He was a continuation of his will.
He was a substitute, a backup “path to survival.”
They shared memories, shared temperaments, and could almost be considered the same person.
But now, the True Self was dead.
That connection had been completely severed.
Even a portion of the core memories and Divine Soul Secret Art Legacy that originally belonged to Zhong Tianyi had crumbled with his demise, vanishing without a trace from Tian Yin's Sea of Consciousness.
The current Tian Yin was merely an existence retaining Zhong Tianyi's will and obsession.
But even so, he still inherited that obsession.
The belief that ran through Zhong Tianyi's entire life.
That was to achieve Dao! To annihilate the Jiang Clan!
“I am Tian Yin…”
“And also Zhong Tianyi!”
He murmured softly, his tone firm, the trace of confusion in his eyes gradually consumed by a flame-like obsession.
He slowly raised his head, looking towards the distant firmament hanging high above the sky.
There, a familiar yet terrifying aura enveloped the world, almost covering the entire Ancient Immortal Domain.
Su Hongye's Divine Thought, like the gaze of Heavenly Dao, was constantly sensing every slightest disturbance.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
His entire being seemed to be swallowed by the Void Realm, his figure gradually fading.
Eventually, he completely disappeared from this world, leaving not even a trace of Divine Soul fluctuation.
This was a secret art he had created in this life's reincarnation.
Unlike Zhong Tianyi, the path he was going to take… was a different one.
He wanted to completely abandon the past, break away from his old self, and no longer continue Zhong Tianyi's broken and incomplete Dao path, but rather, as “Tian Yin,” embark on the Dao of Divine Concealment… At that time, Jiang Ye had already quietly left the Dragon Vein Secret Realm under the identity of the Su Family's direct descendant, “Su Yun.”
At this moment, the Heavenly Dao Law suppression deep within the Secret Realm had now become calm.
Almost all of it had disappeared.
Only a desolate stillness and ruin remained.
Outside the Secret Realm, powerhouses from Various Great Dao Lineages had already swarmed in.
Especially in the Netherworld, countless Dao Lineage Elders and Sect Masters gathered; they wanted to investigate for clues, but only saw a few corpses lying quietly on the blood-colored stone ground.
Those corpses had been infected by the dense Netherworld Qi, their Divine Souls destroyed, making it difficult to even preserve the most basic identification marks.
There were no clues at all.
“Damn it! Which lunatic set up such a massive killing array in this Secret Realm?!” an old Elder with white hair and a gloomy face roared in anger, his expression ashen.
“The aura of the innate immortal liquid is also gone; the entire area has been forcibly erased, and not even residual Spiritual Qi fluctuations can be detected…” another Saint Lord said with a solemn expression, pressing his palm on the ground, his spiritual sense sweeping, but finding nothing.
“What exactly is going on? Have the Prodigies we meticulously cultivated for thousands of years died in vain just like that?”
“Did someone act in advance and seize all the good fortune? Or did something happen to the Secret Realm itself?”
For a time, many Elders and Sect Masters were almost enraged, constantly blaming each other, their faces flushed and necks red, chattering incessantly.
One must know that those who entered the Secret Realm this time were not ordinary Cultivators, but truly exceptional Prodigies meticulously cultivated by Myriad Heavenly Daotong for nearly ten thousand years.
Especially at this critical juncture of the approaching Golden Great Era.
The weight of this matter was simply unbearable.
If it weren't for the fact that many ancient treasures did appear in this Dragon Vein Secret Realm, allowing various forces to gain something more or less, not returning empty-handed, they would probably have gone berserk on the spot.
The key was that no one even knew who the real culprit was!
In desperation, Various Great Dao Lineages could only choose to compromise.
They redirected their anger towards the Ancient Immortal Domain and the remaining residual Dao Lineage forces, thereby stabilizing their internal situation.
Since they didn't even know who the culprit was, Various Great Dao Lineages could only vent their anger on the remaining forces of Various Great Dao Lineages in the Ancient Immortal Domain, and branded “Tian Yin,” who had been stirring up trouble in the Myriad Heavens recently, as the chief culprit.
And the true spearhead ultimately pointed to one person: Tian Yin!
“The most troublesome and mysterious fellow in the Ancient Immortal Domain recently is that guy named ‘Tian Yin’!”
“This person's whereabouts are secretive, he is skilled in the Dao of Divine Soul Possession, and he has an aura similar to the Netherworld Law; it's quite possible he did it!”
No one deliberately guided public opinion.
But logically, there was indeed no problem.
After all, the Dragon Vein Secret Realm was discovered by the Ancient Immortal Domain a long time ago, and it wasn't impossible for them to make some plans and arrangements in advance.
So very quickly, a series of wanted posters targeting “Tian Yin” were issued by various forces, rapidly spreading throughout the entire Ancient Immortal Domain, and even extending to the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.
This was not only to seek justice for those deceased Prodigies but also a political means to maintain the dignity of their Dao Lineages.
Therefore, they could only find a “scapegoat”… At this moment, inside Jiang Ye's Nine Dragon chariot, the precious light was soft, Spiritual Qi was abundant, and light purple gauze curtains hung around, swaying as the chariot slowly advanced.
Su Hongye sat on the main seat in the inner chamber, wearing a dark red ornate dress, exuding a powerful aura, her beautiful face so cold that people dared not look directly at her.
She held a cup of spiritual tea in her hand, her posture languid, yet subtly revealing a sense of oppression.
Beside her, Su Qingmeng sat upright, her posture gentle and her expression calm.
Occasionally, she softly responded to Su Hongye's casual remarks.
Her tone was gentle, indicating that they had been discussing this privately for a long time, with a tacit understanding between them.
And Jiang Ye… sat obediently to the side, even his breathing softened.
He didn't speak, nor did he dare to speak.
The main reason was that the atmosphere was just too subtle.
Su Hongye's gaze would occasionally sweep over him.
And each time, it carried a hint of displeasure and dissatisfaction, which was clearly evident.
But she still spoke politely to Su Qingmeng.
After all… the matter of one's own sister becoming a daughter-in-Law… The more Su Hongye looked at Jiang Ye, the more displeased she became.
She let out a soft hmph, giving him an annoyed side glance, her eyes seeming to say: “You're quite something, kid; you didn't even spare my sister.”
Jiang Ye quickly lowered his head, pretending to drink tea, acting incredibly well-behaved.
He also knew in his heart that these two sisters… oh no, now a mother-in-Law and daughter-in-Law, must have already talked privately.
As for how they talked, Jiang Ye didn't want to know, nor did he dare to ask.
As long as they were sitting together now without fighting, then things were still relatively peaceful.
As long as there was no trouble, then there was no trouble.
At this moment, Su Hongye, holding her teacup, suddenly let out a sigh, a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone:
“This son, ah, once he grows up, he becomes harder and harder to manage.”
Jiang Ye's hand paused, his heart tightening.
Su Qingmeng couldn't help but chuckle softly, her eyes carrying a hint of playfulness.
“Alright, let's talk about something serious,” she changed the subject, her eyes calming down again, and she tapped the table, her tone becoming serious: “Since you're back, tell me what exactly happened in the Secret Realm?”
Jiang Ye then gave an awkward smile and said, “Mother, this time I've prepared a gift for you; you'll definitely like it.”
Su Hongye was startled, raised an eyebrow, and looked at him suspiciously.
