Tang Li drifted through the turbulent currents of time and space for a while before plummeting into the second collapsing world.
The World of Cultivation.
“Plop.”
Into the lake at the back mountain of Jade Spring Palace fell a girl who had descended from the sky.
[Oh my god, are you okay? Are you okay?] No. 78 quickly helped pull her out.
Tang Li struggled to climb ashore from the lake water, shivering as she looked around. “I’m fine, cough cough… Where, where are we?”
[The back mountain of Jade Spring Palace. Do you still remember Jade Spring Palace?]
Hearing this name, Tang Li spaced out for a moment. “I remember.”
Jade Spring Palace was where she grew up.
This world held the most significance for her, because Cultivators maintained their youth and longevity. According to the plot, she had lived here for over two hundred years.
She was the beloved youngest junior sister of the entire sect, willful and naive, somewhat spoiled and delicate but without any ill intentions.
In the end, she died tragically in the Secret Realm, taking a fatal blow for the male lead of the world—her senior brother Ling Yuanyi.
Anyway, she died quite miserably.
“Where’s my master?” Tang Li asked as she came to her senses.
[He’s long gone from here. After you died, Ling Yuanyi brought back your mangled body, and your master… went mad.] No. 78 glanced around.
[Huh, there’s a tombstone over there.]
Tang Li was about to cast a spell to dry herself, but after attempting the hand gesture twice with no effect, she remembered she probably had no cultivation now.
“Do I have no cultivation?” Tang Li asked as she walked toward the tombstone.
[Most likely. You’re in your own body now—no spiritual root, no dantian, no golden core, no nascent soul—so you can’t cultivate either.]
No. 78 clicked his tongue. [If it’s inconvenient, I’ll apply to headquarters to give you a golden finger.]
Now headquarters would grant any request—how satisfying!
Might as well take this chance to ask for a wife.
When Tang Li reached the tombstone and looked at it, she gasped. “This is my tombstone?!”
[After your master, Immortal Lord Zhe He, went mad and fell into demonic cultivation, Jade Spring Palace became synonymous with disgraced immortals. Your senior brothers and sisters who tried to stop your master were either killed or injured.]
[Now only about a dozen remain with nowhere to go. Other palaces of Lingxin Sect don’t want them either, so they can only guard Jade Spring Palace.]
[They secretly made this tombstone for you and hold memorial ceremonies every year. Today happens to be the anniversary of your death.]
As soon as No. 78 finished speaking, Tang Li heard voices from the mountain path and hurriedly hid to peek.
Several figures gradually appeared. Watching them, Tang Li matched them one by one with the senior brothers and sisters from her memories.
Lingxin Sect was a top-tier major sect among the three thousand worlds, with the renowned Twelve Palaces of Lingxin at its peak.
As the leading palace among the Twelve Palaces of Lingxin, Jade Spring Palace was particularly prestigious, with countless disciples—many talented youths and young prodigies, all formidable in strength.
But now, it had declined to only these few survivors.
Moreover, almost all of them bore unhealed injuries. With no master to teach them and no sect resources, left to fend for themselves in Jade Spring Palace, even as Cultivators, they were gradually aging.
“Will I be discovered?” Tang Li worried.
After all, she was now a mortal and could easily be sensed by Cultivators.
[Don’t worry, they’re almost without cultivation too.] No. 78 explained.
[In the Chaotic Heaven Battle—the battle to stop Immortal Lord Zhe He from falling into demonic cultivation—your senior brothers and sisters were pushed to the front lines. They tried to persuade Zhe He, but all were wounded by him.]
“My cultivation regresses year after year. In a few more decades, I’ll be no different from an ordinary mortal.”
Tang Li couldn’t contain her anger and let out an involuntary snort of fury, which alerted the others.
“Who’s there!”
“Is that… Master? Master, please let junior sister rest in peace! Let her soul find peace, won’t you?”