When it came to devouring Energy, "Gorging and Drinking" was far from just a simple process.

The central tenet of the Creation Golden Body Technique was: Do not cultivate meridians, but the physical body. Nourish the body with Spirit, enter the Spirit with the Body, perceive the myriad laws, and forge the Indestructible Golden Body.

Nourish the body with Spirit, enter the Spirit with the Body, perceive the myriad laws!

Those fourteen words were no joke.

"Gorging and Drinking" was Mo Qi’s method of perceiving the myriad laws. It might sound ridiculous, but it was the truth.

He had devoured Nether Energy and condensed it into a Nether Crystal, which was how he obtained the Nether King’s Power of Destruction.

He had gnawed on and eaten the Five Elements Tree sapling, which was how he formed a phantom of the Five Elements Tree and gained all its abilities.

He had devoured and transformed the Cold Cicada Bloodline, which was how he smoothly came to comprehend the principles of its power!

As for the Dragon Energy? Apologies, but Mo Qi was a very busy person and hadn’t gotten around to dealing with it yet.

Having just returned from the Ghost Gate, Wu the Old Ghost’s son couldn’t process what was happening for a moment.

His last memory was of Huangfu Jun running him through with a sword.

Coupled with the strange transformation in his Cold Cicada Bloodline, it was no wonder his power had spun out of control.

"My son! My son is truly alive!"

Overcome with a mix of joy and astonishment, Wu the Old Ghost flashed to his son’s side. He began patting him all over, checking his condition.

"Are you alright? Do you feel any discomfort? If you do, you have to tell me, understand?"

Even from a distance, the crowd could feel the profound love Wu the Old Ghost had for his son.

Wu the Old Ghost’s son was startled by his father’s sudden appearance.

But when he got a clear look at the man, especially at Wu the Old Ghost’s current haggard and aged appearance, his eyes immediately reddened as tears welled up.

"Father!"

THUD!

Wu the Old Ghost’s son dropped to his knees and began to kowtow, his forehead striking the ground with frantic force.

"I’ve made you suffer all these years!"

In his memory, Wu the Old Ghost was still the dashing, heroic young man he had been hundreds of years ago.

He never imagined that in just a few hundred years, his father would have become like this.

He was a Void Realm expert!

As long as his vitality hadn’t decayed, he shouldn’t have shown any signs of aging!

One could only imagine the hardships Wu the Old Ghost must have endured these past few hundred years!

"Get up, you silly boy!" Wu the Old Ghost said, allowing no argument as he forcefully pulled his son to his feet.

"Come with me and meet your benefactor."

Wu the Old Ghost turned to Mo Qi and bowed deeply. "Younger Brother Mo, thank you. Words are not enough. In the future, if you ever have need of me, just say the word."

Mo Qi quickly helped him up. "Brother Wu, please don’t say that. It was something I promised. It was only right."

But Wu the Old Ghost would have none of it. He was a straightforward man who always repaid his debts.

"What are you standing there gawking for? He’s the one who saved your life! Get on your knees and call him Uncle!" The doting father from a moment ago vanished. Wu the Old Ghost’s eyes bulged as he landed a swift kick on his son’s rear.

Although he still hadn’t figured out what was going on, Wu the Old Ghost’s son didn’t dare disobey his father. He immediately knelt before Mo Qi.

"Your nephew, Wu Bainian, pays his respects, Uncle."

Mo Qi was completely floored by the "Uncle."

’Another grown-up nephew!’

’And a grown-up one who’s lived for several hundred years, at that!’

’Have I become some kind of professional uncle?’

Even though Wu the Old Ghost’s son had been frozen for most of that time, he was, in fact, a man from several hundred years ago.

Mo Qi wasn’t even a fraction of his age.

Wait a minute!

Something suddenly clicked for Mo Qi.

"What did you say your name was again?"

Wu the Old Ghost’s son looked embarrassed, but he still answered, "In reply to Uncle, your nephew’s name is Wu Bainian."

’Wu Bainian?!’

’What the hell kind of name is that?’

Mo Qi had thought the names of the Qian Duoduo father and son duo had already reached the pinnacle of absurdity, but he’d underestimated the world. There was always a higher mountain.

’Wu Bainian!’

’Could you possibly be any more random?’

"Ahem, well... men with the Cold Cicada Bloodline have never been able to live past one hundred years. I gave Bainian that name in the hopes that he could one day break free from the shackles of his bloodline and live beyond a century," Wu the Old Ghost explained awkwardly from the side.

’Alright, whatever makes you guys happy.’

Mo Qi rolled his eyes and helped Wu Bainian to his feet.

"Saving you was part of an agreement between your father and me, so there’s no need for such ceremony. For now, check your physical condition. Like your father said, if you feel any discomfort, speak up immediately."

Looking at the youthful, almost boyish, Mo Qi, Wu Bainian’s heart churned with indescribable emotion.

Just a moment ago, Wu the Old Ghost had used a mental transmission to give him a detailed account of everything that had happened.

He couldn’t believe it. A problem that Cold Cicada Valley had failed to find a single clue for after tens of thousands of years of research had been solved by the young man before him—a young man who wasn’t even twenty.

Focusing his senses inward, Wu Bainian carefully examined the changes within his body.

"How is this possible?!"

The next moment, the color drained from his face.

"What is it?" Wu the Old Ghost’s heart leaped into his throat. "Weren’t you cured?"

Wu Bainian shook his head, unable to shake off his astonishment.

"The flaw in my Cold Cicada Bloodline is completely gone, and my vitality is recovering rapidly. But..." He looked at Mo Qi with a complicated expression.

"What is it? Can’t you just say it all at once!" Wu the Old Ghost was about to die from suspense.

"My Cold Cicada Bloodline... it seems to have evolved. And a flood of extremely ancient memories has appeared in my mind."

Wu Bainian’s words were like a bombshell, stunning everyone present.

Bloodline evolution! Ancient memories!

Clearly, those were the legendary ancestral memories!

Only bloodlines of a transcendent grade and incomparable power possessed ancestral memories!

Such bloodlines were exceedingly rare, a seldom-seen sight even in the Immortal Realm.

In other words, in terms of talent alone, Wu Bainian now possessed the qualifications to look down upon the vast majority of people in the Immortal Realm.

"Hahaha!" Wu the Old Ghost suddenly burst into uproarious laughter.

His laughter was filled with longing, relief, and vindication, but most of all, it was filled with scorn.

"Cold Cicada Valley, you’ve been cowering in the Mortal District for so many years! Wasn’t it all for this? You forcefully separated my wife and me, made Bainian grow up without a mother... Hmph! The day will come when I’ll have you on your knees, begging me!"

Hearing this, Wu Bainian’s eyes also filled with hatred. "Father, rest assured. I will make the people of Cold Cicada Valley pay the price. We will reunite our family of three!"

Just then, a long cry echoed from nearby.

With his aura under control, Jin Sanpang walked out from the black mist.

A soft murmur was heard.

A beautiful figure awoke within an aqua-blue radiance. The adorable loli, Li Xuemiao, appeared before everyone, hopping and skipping.

"Holy shit, what happened to me? Huh? The spider’s gone! I’m fine! Hahaha!" Qian Duoduo’s smug voice rang out.

"Miaomiao!"

"Duoduo!"

Li Shimu and Qian Juduo rushed to the sides of Li Xuemiao and Qian Duoduo, respectively, looking them over with concern.

"Father Emperor!"

"Old man!"

"Hahaha, as long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters!"

For a moment, the corridor was enveloped in an atmosphere of joy and excitement.

No one noticed Mo Qi, looking somewhat lonely, as he walked off to one side.

’Mother... where in the world are you?’