Chapter 798: What Does Ye Wuming Want to Do

Chapter 798: What Does Night Nameless Want?

Kunlun.

In late spring, even the northern deserts were free of snow, yet here the flakes still fell in a relentless storm.

Night Nine Nether sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak. The swirling snowflakes encircled her but could not draw near, forming an arcane sphere around her.

On a neighboring peak not far away, Misty also sat cross-legged, facing her from afar, as if unwilling to be too close to Night Nine Nether. Unlike Nine Nether, the snow did not gather around her; it fell freely upon her body, seemingly dissolving into her form without a trace, leaving no mark.

Both appeared to be cultivating, silent and absorbed.

Yet within Misty’s sea of consciousness, a young girl crouched in a corner, hugging her knees, sniffling pitifully.

Misty spoke to her softly: “Don’t be like this… The environment here is extremely perilous. If you run off on your own, something will happen. Night Nine Nether’s current state clearly shows she is wandering in spirit, her location unknown, and she cannot look after you. When her spirit returns, I will give your body back to you. With her watching over us, we can wander a bit then.”

Cui Yuanyang looked up at the ethereal figure of the older sister before her: “Sister, I don’t want to wander here. I want to go home… You can keep control of the body, can’t you? You’re so powerful, what danger is there to fear…”

Misty whispered: “Before I recover my cultivation, meeting Night Nameless would be suicide—just as dangerous. Can you wait a little longer? One month. I promise you, within a month, I will have some means to protect myself. Then we can leave this place…”

She paused, then lowered her voice as if sharing a secret: “Yuanyang, I don’t like Nine Nether either. I won’t stay with her forever. If I can one day take my revenge, I will disperse my consciousness and give everything to you. Is that all right?”

“…” Cui Yuanyang hugged her knees, unsure how to respond.

She had been furious at first, but later realized that this sister was not as cold as she seemed. In truth, she was extremely gentle and kind. The anger faded… Of course, she might be cold to others, but since she herself was essentially the same person, being cold to oneself would be madness. Naturally, she was gentle. She didn’t understand why they had split into two beings. Logically, even if a past life awakened, either one would remember the past life’s memories, or the past life would devour the present life’s memories. How could they become two separate people?

And now, though they were two, she possessed some of the older sister’s memories, and the older sister likely had some of hers, yet neither was complete.

She could feel the older sister’s bone-deep hatred for someone named Night Nameless, a hatred that almost overwhelmed all other thoughts… So she could understand the sister’s desire for revenge. If she gave the body back to herself, how slowly would her cultivation progress?

For Misty as well, when she had been awakened that day by Night Nine Nether’s provocation, using her hatred for Night Nameless, her mind had been filled solely with Night Nameless. She hadn’t even understood her own situation. Only after leaving the scene and calming down did she realize this was not a typical reincarnation awakening.

Because her memories of this life were extremely fragmented, not fully inherited. Only some deeply impressive scenes lingered in her mind, like the recurring image of a scarred man’s smile—sunny, warm, making her want to burrow into his arms.

And the fierce, entwined passion of the bridal chamber, haunting every midnight dream.

Misty: “…”

Waking up to find that someone had already been with you—what kind of feeling was that?

Forget it. You gave me hatred; I inherited love from you.

We’re even.

Whether love or hate, neither had existed in the original Misty… She was a spirit of heaven and earth, without love or hate. But upon awakening, she possessed both.

To be honest, Misty didn’t need an independent consciousness. She barely had a sense of being human. After all, the reincarnated self was still herself—merely two segments of memory from before and after amnesia. Why was there any need to split? She could simply be Cui Yuanyang, a Cui Yuanyang who remembered some events from her past life as Misty. She didn’t need to be Misty.

If it were in the past, she would have dispersed her consciousness without a second thought and existed solely as this life’s adorable girl. But not now.

Because there was an obsession she had to fulfill.

She must take revenge on Night Nameless. If she didn’t personally settle this score, she could never let it go.

The two fell silent in the sea of consciousness for a while. Cui Yuanyang sniffled: “But I still really want to go back. Brother Zhao won a great victory; he’ll be back soon. I miss him…”

Misty: “…”

“Wait, wait…” Cui Yuanyang’s eyes suddenly widened: “Brother Zhao will go mad when he finds out I’m missing. He’ll storm Kunlun! He’s no match for Nine Nether—will something happen to him?”

Misty said helplessly: “Even you know he can’t defeat Nine Nether. Besides, he’s a seasoned warrior who has campaigned far and wide. He knows how to assess the situation. How could he recklessly charge into Kunlun? Kunlun is not just Nine Nether—there are endless mountains, shattered spaces, countless demons, and dangers everywhere. How could he possibly come here? To court death?”

The more she spoke, the more Cui Yuanyang’s eyes grew distant, as if lost in some memory. The corners of her mouth almost curled up.

Misty also quickly recalled a certain memory—that man, merely at the fourth level of the Profound Gate, yet in Cui Yuanyang’s eyes a godlike figure, cutting through thorns and fighting a bloody battle for a thousand li. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said softly: “Times have changed. Back then, he had nothing to lose; now he has everything… He is the pinnacle of the mortal world, wielding power over all, with a harem of beauties. Can he still risk his life like before?”

Cui Yuanyang tilted her head, looking at her without speaking.

“Not to mention anything else. Even if he were willing, coming alone would be impossible. I know the women by his side are all formidable. If he gathered his entire harem and came together, perhaps it could be done. But for the sake of one woman, to make all his women accompany him into danger—could he bring himself to say it? Would they be willing?”

These words struck at Cui Yuanyang’s worries. She lowered her head slightly.

Brother Zhao would come. Yuanyang was certain of that. But if he came alone, without bringing anyone, he would be in great danger. Yuanyang didn’t want that.

But asking everyone to come together—Brother Zhao couldn’t bring himself to say it, and the others wouldn’t be willing.

Misty found her little expression amusing. She patted her head and said gently: “So even if he does come, he’ll at least wait until he breaks through to the second or even third level of the Imperial Realm…”

“No, Brother Zhao doesn’t know about you and me. Even if he did, he wouldn’t dare to hope you’d stay well for long… He’ll be very worried about me. As soon as he finds out, he’ll definitely come.” Cui Yuanyang tugged at Misty’s hand: “Sister, I don’t want the body anymore. If he comes, you must take control of the body and help him. You have to help him…”

“Then wouldn’t his coming here be to kill me? And you’re telling me to help him.”

“…”

Misty said irritably: “I think you’re bewitched. He is the uncrowned emperor of the mortal world. He wouldn’t act like this. And you’re willing to give up your body for him.”

“What if he does come?”

“How long? Two years? Three? Breaking through to the second level? Third?”

“Within a month.”

Misty couldn’t help but laugh: “Do you have any idea what that means? If within a month he can stand before you and me, I’ll agree to whatever you say.”

Misty thought this was impossible. She made the promise casually, thinking that even if it did happen, what Cui Yuanyang wanted was control of the body. She herself didn’t really care. As long as she could kill Night Nameless, she would give it back.

Cui Yuanyang blinked, looking at the sister who looked like an older version of herself, and said “Oh,” saying no more.

Just then, a blurry shadow returned from afar, piercing through the dense curtain of snow on the opposite peak, and entered Night Nine Nether’s body.

Night Nine Nether opened her eyes.

As if sensing something, Misty also opened her eyes at that moment. They stared at each other across the peaks.

Night Nine Nether smiled slightly: “That little girl? Still causing trouble for you?”

She was smiling, but Misty’s expression was no longer as gentle as when she spoke with Cui Yuanyang. It became very indifferent: “Something on your mind?”

Night Nine Nether chuckled: “There’s something I didn’t tell you a couple of days ago. I need to mention it now… That little girl has a husband. They were properly married and performed the wedding rites.”

“You don’t need to tell me. I know.”

“When you woke up, her husband was fighting a war in the northern frontier. Now he has won and returned, but his wife is gone.”

In the sea of consciousness, Cui Yuanyang’s eyes sparkled. Misty glanced at the little lovesick fool and said flatly: “So?”

“He asked me to pass a message to you.” Night Nine Nether said with a smile: “He said not to harm his wife. He will come soon and try to resolve this matter.”

Cui Yuanyang’s eyes practically turned into stars.

Misty glanced at the little lovesick fool again: “When?”

“Within a month.”

“Hee…” Cui Yuanyang laughed out loud, looking as if she wanted to roll around in the sea of consciousness.

“…” Misty felt a slight tremor in her heart, but still said calmly: “Then we’ll see if he keeps his word.”

“Alright, let’s talk about something else.” Night Nine Nether smiled: “How is your cultivation recovery? With your soul split, it should have a significant impact.”

Misty said: “It’s fine. Better than expected… After all, Yuanyang and I have no conflict or tearing. Of course, returning to my peak won’t be easy. There’s another problem more important than Yuanyang.”

“What problem?”

“The division of the Divine Land affects me even more.” Misty’s voice grew colder: “If Zhao Changhe really comes here, aren’t you afraid I might join forces with him against you?”

Night Nine Nether laughed heartily: “But without me, how could you take revenge?”

Misty was silent for a moment, then said slowly: “The chaos in Kunlun, and some of the people here, make me very uncomfortable. If Zhao Changhe hasn’t come in a month, I will leave anyway.”

"Whatever, you'll deal with Night Nameless anyway."

Misty bit her silver teeth: "I still can't understand what she's after."

Night Nine Abyss said: "Simple. She wants to kill all primordial gods. That includes you and me."

Misty suddenly looked up, gazing at Night Nine Abyss on the distant mountain peak.

"If I'm not mistaken, she's trying to erase all imprints born from the original Heavenly Dao, replacing them with newborn humans. The Chaos Chronicle shining across the sky—its purpose is to raise a nest of vipers. She's cultivating the strongest humans to challenge gods and demons. As for chaos, she's throwing the divine realm into disorder. At the right moment, she'll start inciting the concept that 'gods can be killed.' Look now, the familiar faces of antiquity have withered away no less than during the collapse of an era."

Misty said: "Why would she do this?"

Night Nine Abyss said: "I'm not a tapeworm in her belly—how would I know what she thinks? I can only guess... Based on these signs, the most plausible guess is that she's paving the way to replace the Heavenly Dao? Removing everything tied to the original Dao is a prerequisite."

Misty pondered briefly, then agreed with the guess: "That's likely."

Night Nine Abyss said: "Right, that's what I think. We're all bound by certain Heavenly Dao rules; some things we can't do. For instance, the laws of Yin Kui, An Mie, Huang Yang, and others are branches under my domain, but I can't directly absorb them into myself—there must be such branch existences downstream. Similarly, she can defeat me but not kill me, and she can kill you but not stop your regeneration—she must use others' hands. If she thinks the newborn humans of the mortal realm can't do it either, she even seeks people from other worlds—Xia Longyuan, Zhao Changhe—all the same."

Cui Yuanyang scratched her head.

Other worlds?

"Before this, there should have been others, but they all failed—each thinking they were some protagonist from another world, all high and mighty, then dying without knowing how... In the end, only Xia and Zhao left their names. Those two are truly heaven-sent geniuses; she got lucky." Night Nine Abyss laughed: "But fortune hides misfortune. Heroes have their own convictions. Xia Longyuan wanted to challenge her from the start, and Zhao Changhe is even more ruthless—he wants to bed her, hahahaha... The moment I saw Zhao Changhe's desire in the illusion of Mara, her expression hahahaha... Truly unprecedented in history."

Misty: "..."

Cui Yuanyang: "..."

Night Nine Abyss continued: "Actually, if Zhao Changhe were killed, it would undo all her years of scheming. But Zhao Changhe isn't easy to kill now. Not only is he strong himself, but the women around him are no pushovers either... Oh, there's one, but now you've taken her over, and suddenly she's become the strongest."

Misty: "..."

Cui Yuanyang: "?"

"But this time, he might really charge into Kunlun alone for this little girl..." Night Nine Abyss smiled faintly: "If he succeeds, I can join him to rebel against Night Nameless; if he fails, I'll kill him and take the book, still ruining Night Nameless's plans."

Inside Misty's sea of consciousness, Cui Yuanyang began to raise a ruckus: "Sister, I hate this person—help me hit her!"

Misty was silent for a long time, then replied helplessly: "Wait until the person comes."

Then she asked Night Nine Abyss with some curiosity: "In this life, why are your expressions so rich?"

Night Nine Abyss was taken aback: "Why do you ask that too? What's wrong with smiling? Is it something worth asking?"

Misty said: "Of course. Because in the past life, if you had any expression, it would only be coldness and murderous intent."

Night Nine Abyss said: "It's been so long—is it strange to have some changes?"

"Of course it's strange." Misty said coolly: "Because in essence, we are not human. Like blade spirits or sword spirits, we don't have human emotions or thoughts... When have you ever seen the Abyss of Night smile, startle, or rage?"

Night Nine Abyss furrowed her brows tightly.

Misty said: "I gained human feelings because I accepted the memories of reincarnation. What about you?"

Night Nine Abyss was silent.

It did seem strange.

...

Over there, Zhao Changhe withdrew his split soul and shared with Tang Wanzhuang and the others gathered around him what he had learned from his exchange with Night Nine Abyss.

Misty thought Zhao Changhe couldn't let his harem risk themselves for another wife of his, and those women wouldn't be willing either. But it turned out Zhao Changhe didn't even need to say it—Tang Wanzhuang spoke first: "In that case, we'll prepare for war in Kunlun immediately."

Huangfu Qing asked: "What basis did you use to set the one-month deadline with her?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Based on my personal cultivation progress, I should break through to the second level of the Imperial Realm within a month."

San Niang said: "Then how do you find the place? Any ideas?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Didn't Ying Wu ask you to pass a message earlier, saying he wanted to cooperate on something later?"

San Niang sighed: "I knew it—Fifth Brother thought he was roping you into work, but you've actually been eyeing his job all along."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"He should be in the Western Regions right now. I'll show you."

San Niang took Zhao Changhe's hand to share her divine sense, and Zhao Changhe reached out again to touch the sky, sensing.

Ying Wu was also badly injured from his battle with Tiemuer, and unfortunately didn't have San Niang's dual cultivation divine art. He was lying in a magnificent Western-style building healing his wounds when suddenly Zhao Changhe's big face appeared before him.

Ying Wu instinctively flinched and slapped at it, but hit only air—it was just a phantom.

"Impressive technique..." Ying Wu sucked in a breath: "On par with Xia Longyuan?"

Zhao Changhe shook his head: "No. But maybe not far off."

"So it really is you..." Ying Wu cursed: "Yuan Sanniang, that traitor, sold out my headquarters just like that?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Your headquarters might be secret to others, but what value does it have to me? To wipe out bandits?"

Ying Wu chuckled: "When you unify the land, you'll naturally wipe out bandits."

"Your ambition isn't banditry either." Zhao Changhe glanced at him sideways: "Enough small talk. You said we'd cooperate later—are you referring to Kunlun?"

Ying Wu was surprised: "Look at that grim expression of yours... Are you in a hurry to die in Kunlun?"

"With your level of cultivation, you dare to stir things up in Kunlun—how is it that I'm going to die?"

Ying Wu's face twitched several times: "Damn it, 'my level of cultivation'—then don't come to me."

Zhao Changhe smiled apologetically: "No, no, Fifth Brother is the most loyal. Where do you need my help?"

Ying Wu said: "Do you know how I find secret realms?"

"I'm all ears."

"Every secret realm is a fragment of the ancient Heavenly Realm. If you piece them all together, you get the original Heavenly Realm—everyone knows that. I have a secret method to sense the location of an adjacent fragment from a known one, so I find secret realms easier than others... That's also why the more secret realms I know, the easier it is to find other more valuable ones."

"I see. I thought you were trying to complete the puzzle."

"I'm not crazy. How could I piece together the entire plane's fragments? I just explore them one by one, looking for valuable ones. I'm a bandit brotherhood, not someone playing with children's blocks, alright?"

Zhao Changhe sighed: "Actually, I thought you'd have a higher level of sophistication."

Ying Wu stared at him with a straight face.

Zhao Changhe looked away.

Ying Wu said flatly: "Anyway, I found one a few days ago, but after a brief investigation, I realized I couldn't enter it myself."

Zhao Changhe understood the implication: "There's a powerful being inside."

"Right." Ying Wu snapped his fingers: "A powerful ancient god exists inside, which means there must be fortune—whether treasures or legacies. That's why I came. If I can't beat it, I need an ally, and who else but you?"

Zhao Changhe said: "If you can help me find the secret realm I need, I'll help you fight through several realms."

Ying Wu smiled faintly: "If we break into the one I want, not only will it be easier to sense other fragments through it, but since there's an ancient god there, it might even be the place you're looking for. Even if it's not, that god has been in Kunlun for so long—you can ask for the clues you need."

Zhao Changhe sighed: "Fifth Brother, stop spinning tales. I came to you, so I'll fight. When?"

"Give me three days to heal, and we'll set out." Ying Wu looked him up and down: "You seem a bit anxious now. My advice is—don't rush. No matter how important the situation, keep a cool head. Give me these three days, and give yourself the same."