Suddenly, an old man in black robes appeared out of thin air before them.
The old man wore a gentle smile, and his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of countless years.
"Hehe, someone has finally come."
His gaze swept over Mo Yu, and a look of approval appeared on his face.
"Pure Yang Holy Body. Born with an Immortal Bone. Not bad. Not bad at all."
He stroked his beard lightly before letting out a sigh of regret.
"What a pity..."
"The Immortal Bone was dug out."
"Tragic. Truly tragic."
Mo Yu was inwardly startled, but his expression remained calm.
"Senior truly possesses extraordinary insight. You saw through Junior's condition at a glance."
Even his Master, Ye Ximei, an Undergoing Tribulation powerhouse, and the Holy Master of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land had failed to notice that he once possessed an Immortal Bone.
For this old man to see through him so easily...
He was either an existence at the Mahayana Realm with heaven-defying perception techniques, or perhaps an Immortal.
"Junior Mo Yu. May I ask who Senior is, and where exactly this place is?"
Mo Yu cupped his hands respectfully.
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill behind him.
Turning around, he saw Chu Yuli puffing out her cheeks while glaring at him with wide eyes.
She looked exactly like an angry little kitten.
It was unexpectedly adorable.
Only then did Mo Yu remember.
Earlier, he had introduced himself to her as Li Feiyu.
"Little one, interesting."
The old man's voice pulled Mo Yu back to reality.
"You aren't afraid of me?"
Mo Yu turned around and smiled faintly.
"What is there to fear?"
"At worst, it's only death."
The old man before him was merely a remnant soul.
And an extremely weak one at that.
Still at the Soul Transformation Realm.
But with the Nether Ghost Fire and the power of Lightning Laws, he was practically being countered to death.
There was nothing to fear.
The old man froze momentarily before bursting into hearty laughter.
"Interesting!"
"Very interesting!"
"Boy, I like you more and more."
His eyes were filled with appreciation.
"To tell you the truth, I am Mo Yuan, an ancestor of the Mo Family."
Mo Yu's heart stirred.
Immediately, he opened his System panel.
[Name: Mo Yuan]
[Luck: Purple]
[Introduction: A former powerhouse trapped within the ancestral land of the Mo Family. Designated Money-Giving Grandpa for the Child of Destiny, Mo Yu.]
Money-Giving Boy?
Mo Yu's eyes lit up instantly.
"Ancestor, what realm were you at your peak?"
Mo Yuan stroked his beard proudly.
A trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
It was as if he had returned to the glorious days of his youth.
"I was once an Eight-Tribulation Loose Immortal."
His voice carried both loneliness and pride.
"An Immortal?!"
Chu Yuli gasped.
Her small hands covered her mouth as shock filled her eyes.
Although she barely understood the cultivation realms, she knew what an Immortal represented.
After all, the ultimate goal of cultivation was immortality.
And the old man before her was actually an Immortal.
Almost immediately, her vigilance toward Mo Yuan increased.
Immortals were far too dangerous.
Mo Yu, however, remained completely unconcerned.
Instead, he hurriedly asked,
"Ancestor, do you have any Immortal Artifacts?"
Mo Yuan froze.
For a moment, he suspected he had misheard.
Only after several breaths did he react.
His beard practically stood on end from anger.
"No!"
I've already revealed my identity as an Immortal.
And the first thing you ask about is treasure?
Where are your manners?!
"Then do you have any Spirit Treasures? Immortal techniques? Divine arts?"
Mo Yu continued.
Mo Yuan's eyes widened.
"You little brat!"
"Why are you even greedier than I was?"
"Do you think Immortal Artifacts and Immortal techniques grow like cabbages by the roadside?"
Mo Yu couldn't help feeling slightly disappointed.
What a pity.
There was nothing.
Seeing the subtle disappointment on Mo Yu's face, Mo Yuan nearly coughed up blood from anger.
Just as he was about to scold him, Mo Yu interrupted.
"Since that's the case, Senior, just tell me what you do have and what you want me to do."
Mo Yuan paused.
The words he had prepared to curse with became stuck in his throat.
After a moment, he nodded approvingly.
"Good."
"Very good."
"I like you even more now."
"There is indeed something I need you to do."
"After all, there is no such thing as a free lunch."
"But don't worry."
"You are still a descendant of the Mo Family."
"This matter will only benefit you."
As he spoke, his gaze slowly shifted toward the small island at the center of the lake.
More specifically—
toward the golden sphere floating above it.
"See that?"
"That is the opportunity hidden within this place."
"I see it."
Mo Yu nodded.
"And then?"
Mo Yuan continued,
"What you need to do is very simple."
"Gain her approval."
"If you succeed, you will obtain the opportunity hidden here."
"And I will finally be liberated."
"Liberated?"
Mo Yu raised an eyebrow.
Mo Yuan nodded.
"I have been trapped here for far too long."
"So long that I can no longer remember how much time has passed."
"As long as she remains here, I cannot truly die."
"I can only linger within this tiny world forever."
Mo Yu nodded thoughtfully.
So he was essentially a tomb keeper.
Then he immediately fired off a string of questions.
"Who is she?"
"Why is she here?"
"Why me?"
"And why do you think I can succeed?"
The barrage of questions left Mo Yuan momentarily stunned.
After a long pause, he answered patiently.
"I don't know who she is."
"What I do know is that she comes from the Upper Realm."
"And she is an extremely important figure."
"She shares a connection with the Mo Family."
"Therefore, only descendants of the Mo Family have a chance of obtaining her approval."
"Although I cannot leave this place, I still know a few things about the outside world."
His expression suddenly became solemn.
"And..."
"I have calculated that a great catastrophe will descend upon Tianyuan Continent in the future."
"You will need this opportunity."
"A catastrophe?"
Mo Yu feigned confusion.
Mo Yuan nodded gravely.
"Within a thousand years, a disaster will sweep across the entire Tianyuan Continent."
"It could arrive in a hundred years."
"Or perhaps five hundred."
"But it will definitely come."
"As for its exact nature..."
"I cannot determine it."
"I see."
Mo Yu nodded slowly, his thoughts racing.
At that moment, he felt a slight tug on his sleeve.
Turning around, he found Chu Yuli clutching his clothes tightly.
Her clear eyes were fixed on him.
She didn't say a word.
Yet he immediately understood.
She thought Mo Yuan was suspicious.
Although Mo Yu felt that Chu Yuli viewed practically everyone with suspicion—
this time, he happened to agree.
The Human Emperor Banner silently emerged from the System Space.
Shrinking to the size of a willow leaf, it gently wrapped itself around Chu Yuli's fingertip.
"Little girl!"
Mo Yuan snorted.
"How dare you doubt me?"
He hadn't noticed Mo Yu's small action, but he had clearly sensed Chu Yuli's distrust.
His tone carried a trace of indignation.
"I have never stooped to deceiving others!"
Mo Yu gently patted the back of Chu Yuli's hand.
"Don't worry."
"He is an ancestor of the Mo Family."
"He won't lie to me."
"That's right!"
Mo Yuan immediately nodded.
"Exactly!"
Chu Yuli glanced at the Human Emperor Banner coiled around her finger.
After a moment of hesitation, she slowly loosened her grip on Mo Yu's sleeve.
Mo Yu thought for a moment before stepping onto his Flying Sword and flying toward the island.
The moment he landed, Yan Xi's voice sounded in his mind.
"Little Yu."
"That Mo Yuan gives me a strange feeling."
"Be careful."
"Understood, Sister Yanxi."
Mo Yu nodded slightly.
He had noticed the inconsistencies as well.
First of all, he wasn't actually a member of the Mo Family.
He had merely been found and raised in Mo Village.
Secondly, the timeline of the catastrophe didn't match.
Qin Shou's memories extended more than five hundred years into the future.
Yet there had been no mention of any world-ending disaster.
Still—
even if Mo Yuan truly had ulterior motives, Mo Yu intended to investigate.
After all...
This was clearly a major opportunity.
And opportunities were meant to be seized.