Ever since he secretly stopped taking the Heavenly Court’s medicine, the frequency of his headaches had increased, and the pain had grown with each passing day.

Yet, with the pain came the memories of the past.

It was a past he had desperately sought.

Mr. Mo clutched his head, kneeling in his small room, as intense pain washed over him in waves, battering him like the sea.

He wanted to scream loudly, to vent the physical agony, but he suppressed this urge deep within his will.

He couldn’t shout, for if he did, the Heavenly Court would know, and his pursuit of the past would turn into vain illusions.

Mr. Mo was well aware that he and the Jade Emperor were probably not on the same side, otherwise, why would they go out of their way to stop him from pursuing his past?

The severe pain caused sweat to bead his forehead, yet he clenched his teeth and remained silent, enduring wave after wave of agony, as memories from the past flickered through his mind like shattered fragments.

In his memories, a little girl happily called him brother, sharing her dreams with him, while he looked at her smiling. She was his sister, the most important person in his life.

As the pain gradually subsided, Mr. Mo finally managed to raise his head. He propped up his weak body with his hands, his eyes flashing with joy.

He felt he was close to recovering his memory. The memory of his sister brought him warmth, reviving his profoundly empty soul.

"My sister, huh!" Mr. Mo looked at his hands.

Despite his pain-paled face, a hint of joy suddenly appeared as he murmured, "So, I’m not alone after all."

That feeling of having family was intoxicating. Mr. Mo longed to reclaim that long-lost kinship. For some reason, he had an intuition that his sister was still alive in the mortal world.

Sitting in his chair, Mr. Mo began to alleviate the weakness brought by the pain. Breathing deeply, his body felt much more comfortable.

At that moment, his gaze fell on the desk, and he noticed a letter that had not been there before. The envelope bore elegant and beautiful handwriting, obviously from a woman, and the script was so familiar it seemed he had seen it all his life.

A distant memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Back then, he had been drifting in Luzhou in the North during the ancient times when divine spirits ruled Heaven and Earth, and all living beings were merely their servants, their lives and deaths hanging on the spirits’ whims.

In such a cruel era, all he could do was to drag his sister from hiding place to hiding place, living a perilous life.

Back then, he was both brother and teacher to his sister, teaching her how to write each stroke by stroke.

And the handwriting on this letter was indeed his sister’s, her old habits unchanged over the years.

A family letter is worth its weight in gold - this simple letter filled Mr. Mo’s heart with warmth. His kin were still out there; he was not alone.

With excitement, he slowly opened the letter. The familiar words met his eyes, bringing a smile to his face.

However, as he read on, the smile gradually faded from his face, memories flooding his mind, the memories of past events returning to him.

After a long while, he sighed and murmured, "So this is the truth. Well played, Jade Emperor, well played, Divine Exorcist Great Sage. You’ve played me like a puppet."

Mr. Mo was both angry and resentful, his expression complex. After a long while, he sighed deeply.

The letter in his hand suddenly self-ignited, and in a moment turned to flying ash, the black dust swirling in the air then formed into a cluster of characters.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Mo laughed and said, "Don’t worry, I am not a reckless person. Having waited so many years, I don’t mind another day or two."

As soon as the words fell, the flying ash dissipated in the air, transforming into a small butterfly that slowly flew out of his room.

Watching the butterfly fluttering outside, Mr. Mo revealed a genuine smile on his face; he, too, longed to be like the butterfly, only able to soar into the sky after breaking out of the cocoon.

The butterfly fluttered slowly, flying out of the courtyard. The heavenly soldier guarding the gate caught sight of the butterfly and couldn’t help but smile, "That butterfly looks pretty good."

"Haha, we in the Heavenly Court have no shortage of rare exotic beasts. That butterfly seems to have gathered spiritual energy as well, definitely prettier than those in the Mortal World."

"Brother, have you been to the Mortal World?"

"What? Haven’t you?" The heavenly soldier immediately showed an incredulous look.

"I haven’t. I’ve always been serving in the Heavenly Court, never had a chance to go down to the Mortal World. I’ve heard that its dazzling world is quite appealing."

"Brother, you’re really missing out. Let me tell you, the Mortal World is a great place indeed. Though it’s not as majestic and grand as our Heavenly Court, it has its own charm."

"Alas, I have practiced cultivation in the mountains since my youth, and after joining the Heavenly Court, I have always served here. Now that I think about it, I’ve indeed never traveled to the Mortal World. It truly is a regret."

"But don’t get caught up in that thought now, as we are currently at war with the Demon Clan. If you speak up, there’s a good chance you’d be sent to the battlefield."

"We are undying bodies, what is there to fear!"

Hearing this, the older heavenly soldier quickly glanced around before lowering his voice, "Old brother warns you, don’t just go off to die. Fighting with the Demon Clan, if you die, you’re truly dead."

"Isn’t it said to be a rumor?"

"A rumor? You’re really too naive. Think hard, have those heavenly soldiers who fought against the Demon Clan ever come back? So many have been sent to the front lines, yet they are still short of people."

These words caused another heavenly soldier to shudder. He too realized something was off and quickly looked around, afraid that one of those black-clad men might be lurking in a corner.

"No need to look, those Black Dogs are busy with other matters lately, they don’t have time to watch us now."

"That’s good, thank you for the warning, big brother. I’ll treat you to a drink when I have some free time."

"Well, that’s great. I’ve been craving one recently."

Nine Peaks Mountain, located in Dongsheng Shenzhou, has been legendary for its immortals since ancient times. The nine peaks, situated imposingly, reach into the clouds, lush with trees and roamed by wild beasts.

In the mountains, there’s a Cave Mansion called Yunxia Cave, within which resides an Immortal, a disciple of Master Xu Tian, named Wuyouzi.

At this time, Yunxia Cave was not as quiet as before. Many practitioners had come to this cave, and everyone gathered together, though their faces were stern.

"Wuyouzi, what’s the situation?" an old Taoist Priest with red whiskers asked anxiously.

"I have already discussed it with my master. He has given his tacit approval!" Wuyouzi said slowly.

The faces of the people brightened at this news, realizing that securing the Immortal Transformation Pond would definitely require overcoming the challenge of the Four Great Celestial Masters. Now with the tacit approval of Master Xu Tian, their chances of success had significantly increased.