"I'm sorry."
Afterward, Ming Zhitian dressed and left, leaving Bai Qianzhi, weak and listless, slumped by the bed curtains, quietly watching the departing figure through the door:
"What exactly... do you take me for?"
...
Ming Zhitian left behind a Heavenly God Realm puppet, ordering it to cultivate soul techniques, protect Ming Haiyue, and transmit soul power to her to prevent her soul from dissipating.
Ming Zhitian arrived at the burial site of the 'Shu Jian Lu', made a slight move, and raised the incomplete 'Shu Jian Lu' from the depths of the soil.
Looking at the faint remnant soul of Wu Sheng Ran Yizhou, who had once left it behind, he mused, "Although I have the ability to revive Shi Sheng in the form of a mechanical puppet, I never truly wanted to do so. Even though Chen'er once stopped me from doing this, was it right or wrong?"
But that was long gone. Even if he wished for it now, he would be powerless. Let the past be the past.
Ming Zhitian learned all the cultivation methods known to the three giants for a hundred thousand years. Among them was a technique that could turn waste into treasure, allowing him to recast the Shu Jian Lu and upgrade it to an ancient divine artifact!
Now, every sword Ming Zhitian drew manifested a demon god, divine emperor, or heavenly emperor—in essence, the soul bodies of their past wielders, immensely domineering.
How empty is invincibility, how lonely is invincibility!
Ming Zhitian now held two ancient divine artifacts. He had scoured the entire Cultivation World and even the divine radiance of myriad universes, and he had found no equal.
He suddenly remembered the deceased women. It was due to his powerlessness that enemies and powerful beings had killed them, and he had ultimately been unable to do anything.
Even though he was now invincible in heaven and earth, possessing the potential of Wu Sheng Ran Yizhou's invincibility, what of it?
Ming Zhitian sighed to the heavens, as if seeing the light of the future: "I will have regrets for countless eons. My family, friends, those I liked and loved, are all dead."
"I, Ming Zhitian, am not resigned!"
...
Ming Zhitian suddenly conceived a bold idea: he wanted to revive the women as mechanical puppets, reborn with perfect, flawless bodies. Ming Zhitian firmly believed he could achieve all this. The question was, where could he find the materials?
The sect leader of the Misty Pavilion, Dongfang Min'er, held a certain position among the Four Seas and Five Pavilions, not only due to her strength but also her methods of gathering intelligence.
Ming Zhitian appeared at the Misty Pavilion. Ju Hong blocked him, drawing her sword defensively, her hand trembling uncontrollably. The power emanating from the person before her was terrifying. However, she was loyal to her master and did not retreat an inch, even so.
She did not recognize Ming Zhitian. "Who dares trespass into my Misty Pavilion?"
Ming Zhitian said, "I am Ming Zhitian. I have matters to discuss with Sect Leader Dongfang."
Had it been anyone else, she would have chased them away long ago. But since he was the savior who had once protected the Cultivation World, Ju Hong cupped her hands in greeting and smiled charmingly, "So it is the Immortal Emperor. Ju Hong pays her respects. Please wait a moment, I will go invite the Sect Leader."
Ming Zhitian nodded. "Thank you." His thoughts churned.
Soon, upon learning of Ming Zhitian's arrival, Dongfang Min'er, who had previously worn a veil covering half her face, directly removed her disguise and personally came to greet him.
"Your divine presence graces my Misty Pavilion, making it shine with glory."
Ming Zhitian smiled faintly. "Let's dispense with pleasantries. I have something to discuss with you."
Dongfang Min'er's true appearance was the most beautiful thing in the world, pure and natural, as if deserving of pity.
"Please."
Ming Zhitian nodded and followed her into the core of the Misty Pavilion alone.
It was his first time entering the core of the Misty Pavilion. He remembered that the last time he came, they had been at sword's point, and he hadn't had the chance to appreciate the ethereal scenery.