Thousand Machines Market, not far from the mundane city's outskirts, lay a serene and solemn woodland garden.

Chen Sheng stood alone, his gaze deep as he stared at this land. This was the graveyard and cenotaph of his wife, children, and beloved disciples from his second life.

Once, this was nothing more than an unremarkable barren hill.

Back then, a branch of the Tang Clan, without Spiritual Roots, migrated to the mortal realm, also bearing the mission of guarding the graveyard and silently continuing the family's bloodline.

Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye, and the world changed; the once barren hill had long transformed.

Now, before his eyes stood a grand woodland garden—the Tang Clan's ancestral burial ground.

The lush pines and cypresses were arranged with care, towering stone monuments standing among them, highlighting the family's legacy and glory.

Amidst centuries of trials and tribulations, the Thousand Machines Tang Clan had proliferated into many branches, enduring countless challenges. Through their family-inherited Alchemy, they tenaciously rooted themselves in the treacherous Cultivation Realm, persisting to this day.

The main branch thrived, and naturally, this mortal branch lived prosperously, diligently managing and building a magnificent graveyard garden for their ancestors.

Chen Sheng nodded slightly, a trace of comfort in his eyes. He slowly stepped forward, each step seemingly treading on memories of the past.

He murmured lightly to himself, as if conversing with the departed beneath the land:

"Wangyou, I'm leaving Chu Country. According to my plan, the chances of returning will become increasingly rare."

"The revenge for Xichen, Yuan'Er, and Yijing, I've repaid them one by one. Rest in peace."

"I will surely explore the outskirts of the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, but too much time has passed. The hope of finding the traces left by Chen'Er and Yuan'Er is dim."

With that, Spiritual Power surged around him, and he summoned Sword Escape. In an instant, an invisible and formless white light shot into the sky, streaking across the horizon like a meteor.

In the graveyard, wind rustled the pine needles, creating a gentle whisper, as if a delayed response from the departed.

...

High above the sky, Chen Sheng quickly sped away. With his realm and cultivation, he could cover six thousand miles in an hour, and in full burst, he could reach ten thousand miles.

The vast lands of the Chu Kingdom Cultivation Realm, now under his feet, had become a measure quickly traversed.

Soon, Chen Sheng arrived at the Mountain of Forgetfulness in the Thousand Machines Market. The main branch of the Tang Clan lay concealed within this mountain forest, shrouded by a layer of gray array formation, its array patterns faintly visible under the sunlight.

His figure quietly blended into the void, for a Fake Pill Cultivator, concealing his presence among a group of Qi Cultivators was an easy task.

His Divine Sense surged out like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire array area.

Chen Sheng couldn't help but nod slightly, murmuring to himself:

"A Tier One Top Grade Spirit Gathering Array, with the Array Hub reinforced by Moon Essence Stone. It seems the clan's development is indeed impressive."

As his words fell, his figure flashed, passing through the array pattern crevice like a breeze, leaving no trace behind.

After entering the clan's land, his Divine Sense looked down from the sky, unfolding the scenery of the clan like a painting in his mind.

Qi Cultivators sparred in the Martial Arts Arena, medicinal fragrance wafted from the Alchemy Room, and children chased and played in the courtyard, presenting a scene of vitality.

In a Fire Chamber, this generation's Tang Clan Leader, Tang Xinzu, was meditating in cultivation.

He was already at the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, and as a Tier One High Grade Alchemist, a faint medicinal scent lingered around him. At this moment, he was immersed in the Spiritual Power nourishment of the clan's array formation, frowning as if pondering difficult problems.

Suddenly, a beam of golden light shot into his forehead like lightning, its speed so swift that even Divine Sense could hardly catch it.

Tang Xinzu only felt a blackout before him, his head throbbing in pain, almost causing him to faint.

A moment later, he awoke in a daze, yet his mind was suddenly filled with profound and esoteric Alchemy inheritance—from identifying herbs to controlling fire, from analyzing Pill Formulas to removing impurities, meticulous and far beyond his usual learning.

"This is... Transmission by Divine Sense!"

Tang Xinzu's heart surged with joy. He had seen records of this in ancient texts, stating that this was at least a technique of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

He was so excited that his legs went limp, and with a "thud," he knelt, loudly calling into the empty room:

"I implore the senior to show themselves, I am truly grateful!"

The response was a vast and ethereal voice, as if coming from the heavens above:

"The old friend is gone, no need to meet. The Tang Clan's ancestral grave is well maintained, this Tier Two Middle Grade inheritance is your reward."

Tang Xinzu was filled with shock and doubt at these words.

He knew that this senior must hold deep ties with the Tang Clan's ancestors and, after knocking his head to the ground a few more times, pressing his forehead against the cold floor, he secretly resolved:

"I must thoroughly search the clan records to see which ancestor left such an opportunity!"

...

After completing the transmission, Chen Sheng transformed into a Rainbow Light and swiftly flew toward the mundane Yan Region.

The changes in the Yan Region were not too much; in the mortal world, even after hundreds of years, the buildings of old stood unwavering.

He reminisced for a while about the past, paid respects to a few old friends, and without lingering, quickly turned away and left.

This time, Chen Sheng did not leave a Secret Mansion as he had in the past.

The reason was simple; he was about to head to Yue Country, and the Magical Treasures, Elixir Pills, and Spirit Stones he carried were all extremely valuable. He only found them insufficient, leaving no room or energy for preparing a Secret Mansion.

Moreover, with his current profound attainments in Sword Dao, Alchemy Dao, Artifact Dao, Array Dao, and many other fields, even if he encountered an unexpected demise, relying on these skills, rising again in the next life would not be difficult for him.

And the chance beneficial to his Core Formation that he sought, he was currently unable to preserve, thus after considering, he decided not to leave a Secret Mansion.

"If I can successfully transform the pill, connect with the Dao path, or perhaps fortunately find the Secret Technique of Condensing Dragon and Tiger, I will then return to Chu Country and leave behind a Cultivation Secret Mansion, planning for the next life."

Chen Sheng silently calculated in his mind, his figure gradually fading into the horizon, heading toward the direction of the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range.

Days later, Chen Sheng's Divine Sense meticulously swept over the northwestern outskirts, ultimately finding nothing.

Yet, a faint attraction at a certain place stirred him, and as his Sword Dao Realm grew deeper, his intuition became more sensitive. He dared not be careless and quickly departed.

Immediately afterward, he began delving into the interior of the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, starting his crossing!

The vastness of the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range far exceeded imagination, dozens of times larger than Chu Country.

In each area existed Tier Three Late-stage Great Demons like the Fire Phoenix King, and the core region was rumored to house even Tier Four Demon Emperors. A single roar could shake thousands of miles, with their presence making all beasts submit.

Chen Sheng had no choice but to slow his pace and carefully lurk.

He set up a Tier Three Concealing and Breathing Restraining Array around his body, combined with years of Escape Technique practice, lowering his presence to the level of dust, deliberately slowing even the flutter of his clothes.

Following a strict path, he kept away from the core areas, detouring around any Demon Beast territories he encountered.

The route map left by Qinghua Sect ancestors spread out in his Divine Sense, corroborated by his memories of safe paths from Mo Yunshan, ensuring he wouldn't wander blindly like a headless fly.

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