Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 403: Hard to Forget

Just as quickly, she dispersed it, returning the energy to her dantian.

Her gaze shifted to the coffin that had once imprisoned the immortal corpse. Now it stood empty, save for the faint glimmers of immortal qi that still lingered in the air like incense smoke. The man who once lay within it—his fate had long been sealed, his purpose now fulfilled.

For a moment, a flicker of solemn respect passed through her. Not sentimentality, not attachment—just quiet acknowledgment. The dead had played their role in the living's rise.

She gave a small nod and turned away.

Far away, in a place untouched by eyes, the blind old man sat cross-legged atop an obsidian throne. His milky gaze seemed fixed on something only he could perceive—Around him, tendrils of black fire danced lazily, their movements almost sentient.

"Finely the threads are unraveling and seeds planted long ago are beginning to sprout."

He tapped his staff against the ground, sending faint vibrations through the void. In response, visions flickered before him: Liang fleeing the mountain shrine, clutching the violet gemstone; Yue Xin kneeling before the solitary stone.

"How unfortunate." He whispered, though there was no malice in his tone—only resignation. "They believe they can rewrite what has already been written. But even seeds must burn before they bloom."

With another tap of his staff, the visions dispersed, leaving behind only darkness. The old man leaned back, his lips curling into a faint smile.

"Let us see what kind of flowers will bloom by then."

***

Liang's eyelids trembled before parting, revealing sharp, alert eyes. A faint crease formed between his brows as he flicked his wrist—the intricate formation barriers shimmered, then dissolved like mist under morning light.

At the doorway, a figure stood poised—graceful as a swaying willow, her presence both elegant and intoxicating.

"You returned without telling me," Dong Rui said irritably, glaring at him.

"Oh, I forgot about that." Liang's eyes flickered with realization. "We agreed to decide the wedding date when I came back."

"Hmph. Pretending not to remember?" Dong Rui rolled her eyes.

Liang smiled bitterly. This time, he wasn't pretending—he had genuinely forgotten.

"So, have you chosen a date?" she pressed.

Liang nodded calmly. "I think it should be four to five years from now."

"Four years. It's settled." Dong Rui's tone was icy, as if she had already decided long before.

"Oh, right. There's something else I forgot." Liang suddenly remembered. He retrieved a jade scroll and handed it to her. "This is the list of people I plan to invite."

Dong Rui gave a slight nod and tucked the scroll away.

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The moment the scroll vanished into her sleeve, Dong Rui stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Her earlier irritation melted into something softer, though her gaze still burned with unspoken demands.

You always forget things," she murmured, her voice lower now, almost teasing. "But do you forget this too?"

Before he could answer, she rose onto her toes and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was slow at first—testing —then deepened with a hunger . Liang's hands found her waist, pulling her closer until the folds of their robes tangled together.

When they finally parted, breathless, her lips curved into a smirk. "See? Some things are harder to forget."

"Then I'll make sure this is one of them." The chamber's doors sealed shut with a flick of his wrist, the outside world—and all its obligations—ceased to exist.

Time passed like a continuous heavenly river, flowing without pause, silent yet powerful.

Deep within the shadowed depths of the Heavenly Yin Cliff, a tremendous devilish aura surged into the sky. The sheer pressure distorted the air, and moments later, a towering devil rose, its presence shaking heaven and earth alike. The roar that burst from its maw echoed endlessly, as if the very heavens were quaking in response.

Then, just as suddenly, the colossal devil began to shrink, its massive form rapidly condensing. The transformation was smooth and fluid, like mist swirling into shape, until finally, what remained was a silver-haired man—tall, handsome, with an ethereal presence. His eyes glowed faintly with a deep, ancient light.

"You've progressed well—already at the seventh layer."

Kai turned and clasped his hands in respect, a faint smile on his lips. "Without Master's guidance, I would never have reached this level."

"Master?" Revenant Sia chuckled lightly. "I haven't agreed yet. For now, I remain merely your mentor."

Kai chuckled softly. "Call it what you will, Master. A mentor in name, but a master in spirit."

Revenant Sia shook her head helplessly, a trace of amusement flickering in her eyes. "It should be time now, shouldn't it?"

A flicker of surprise passed through Kai's eyes before he sighed. " My chances are slim—forty percent at best."

"Just forty?" Revenant Sia arched a brow. "Who is your other half? If they're also trapped at the threshold of the Void Return Realm, they shouldn't be so formidable."

Kai remained silent for several moments, as if contemplating how much to reveal. Finally, he spoke with a low voice. "In terms of soul cultivation, he lags far behind me. But overall strength… that's a different matter."

Revenant Sia's eyes gleamed with interest. "Is it that exaggerated? There aren't many people in the cultivation world today who fit such a description. It's rare, very rare indeed."

Suddenly, her gaze sharpened, turning toward the horizon. "It seems we have a guest."