Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Merging Memories, I Am Still Me

Rumble!

The Ancient Tree suddenly shrank drastically, from a massive entity that propped up the sky and touched the ground, transforming into a small tree over nine inches tall, lush with branches and leaves, suspended in Lin Qianmo’s palm.

The heavenly domains dwelling upon the Ancient Tree detached too, floating in the air.

"She… she took the Ancient Tree!"

For a moment, countless immortals were brimming with immense envy.

Gu Daojin struggled to swallow his saliva, his eyes gleaming green.

"This person’s cultivation is mediocre; how could she take the Ancient Tree?" Zhong Ling displayed a hint of resentment in her gaze. She was a direct descendant of the Human Emperor, blessed with good fortune, yet couldn’t match Lin Qianmo?

"I must report this to the divine dragon as quickly as possible," Bai Muyue thought.

The turmoil in the lower realm was too great; she had already lost control of the situation.

"Should we try to befriend her?" This thought emerged in both Han Ziyu and Yu Ziyi’s minds.

The Ancient Tree acknowledged its master; Lin Qianmo had boundless prospects ahead.

If they could forge a friendship with her now, it would surely be a great help in the future.

Qi Yuanchu was filled with disappointment.

He had been wholly immersed in comprehending the techniques on the Ancient Tree, but now that Lin Qianmo had taken it away, he could only stare helplessly.

"Young lady, I intend to comprehend the Witch Path techniques on the Ancient Tree; I wonder if you could fulfill my wish?" Qi Yuanchu spoke earnestly, "I am willing to pay a reward."

Lin Qianmo looked at Qi Yuanchu and said, "As for the Witch Path techniques, I seem to have some recollection of them."

"The Witch Path techniques on the Ancient Tree were actually imprinted by me; once I remember, I can tell you."

Her memories had not yet fully recovered; she could only recall things related to the Ancient Tree.

Qi Yuanchu’s eyes widened in extreme shock.

Could the Witch Path techniques on the Ancient Tree really have come from this woman before him?

Rumble!

At that moment, from those heavenly domains of the Undying Divine Clans, immortals at the Immortal Path Realm emerged, led by a black-robed youth, gazing at Lin Qianmo with reverence.

"Welcome back, Mother Goddess!"

The members of the Undying Divine Clans knelt on one knee, filled with awe.

"Let’s go."

Li Ruoyu turned and walked away, gradually disappearing.

"Mother Goddess?"

Qi Yuanchu looked in horror at the group that had suddenly appeared, "Could this young lady be an Innate Divine Being?"

The various immortals were also utterly shocked.

Anyone who wasn’t foolish could guess that Lin Qianmo’s identity was extraordinary upon witnessing this scene.

"Daoist Friend Lin is actually connected to the natives of the Everlasting City of Desolation?" Su Mu exclaimed in shock, "Could her origin be that ancient?"

"Interesting… most interesting…" Ye Xu chuckled with deep significance.

"You… who are you?" Suspicion flickered in Lin Qianmo’s eyes as she regarded the black-robed youth and his companions. Her memories were fragmented, holding no recollection of the Undying Divine Clans.

The black-robed youth smiled. "You created us."

"Me?" Lin Qianmo frowned. "But I have no memory of such a thing."

"That is because your memories were lost during countless cycles of reincarnation. Your return to the Everlasting City of Desolation this time is destined by fate. You will recover your memories," the black-robed youth replied respectfully.

"Then how do I recover them?" Lin Qianmo asked.

"Mother Goddess, please be patient. We have our methods," the black-robed youth answered. He slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the immortals from all realms. "You all have been in the Everlasting City of Desolation for more than half a month. It is time for you to leave."

His voice, deep and resonant, penetrated the ears of every immortal.

This sound resounded like a great bell, causing all the immortals to shudder physically, filled with profound awe.

"Yes."

Not one immortal dared to defy.

The black-robed youth’s power was clearly overwhelmingly potent. Uttering a single refusal would likely invite complete annihilation.

"Blast! To think there’s such a strong expert within the Everlasting City of Desolation," the Formless Demon Lord muttered, hiding within the void depths, not daring to reveal himself.

A flicker of relief touched his heart. Had he struck at Lin Qianmo earlier, he would assuredly be dead.

That black-robed youth was unmistakably a semi-Immortal Emperor-level master.

"The cultivation level of this person is stronger than the divine dragon," Bai Muyue thought gravely.

From now on, there would be one more powerful force in this realm.

"They’ve given the order to leave, so let’s go," Ye Xu said lightly.

"Rotten luck!" Gu Daojin grimaced in frustration. "I came bustling in eagerly and didn’t gain a single benefit. Once back at Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, I’ll definitely report this to the Master!"

"Elder Gu," Ye Xu grinned slyly, "doesn’t the city walls outside still stand?"

Gu Daojin’s eyes lit up.

"Those wall bricks are good material."

Ye Xu’s words dawned on Gu Daojin, filling his face with anticipation.

"Then let’s hurry!"

Gu Daojin practically vibrated with impatience.

The multitudes of immortals began to move, flying towards the outskirts of the Everlasting City of Desolation.

"Esteemed Senior, may this humble junior remain?" Qi Yuanchu bowed deeply.

The black-robed youth focused his gaze on him, slightly surprised. "A Witch Path cultivator?"

Qi Yuanchu nodded.

"Actually," the black-robed youth said gently, "the very birth of the Witch Path in this universe owes itself to Mother Goddess. Your skill in the Witch Path is remarkable. It signifies a connection to the Path itself."

"A connection to the Witch Path… is a connection to our people."

"You should stay here."

Though puzzled, Qi Yuanchu expressed his gratitude respectfully.

"Was the birth of the Witch Path connected to this female senior?" Qi Yuanchu harbored doubts as he asked.

Under the guidance of the black-robed youth, Lin Qianmo and the elders entered the Everlasting Divine Hall.

A painting came into view.

"Is that me?" Lin Qianmo looked astonished, for she bore an identical appearance to the woman in the painting; even their expressions appeared strikingly similar.

Especially since she now cradled the Ancient Tree, the resemblance felt uncanny.

"Indeed."

The black-robed youth answered respectfully.

"Portions of the Mother Goddess’s memories are sealed within this painting. Once the Mother Goddess returns from her trials and fuses with the memory imprints within, her past will be fully restored."

"Shall I assist you in refining it immediately?"

The black-robed youth gazed at Lin Qianmo, his eyes betraying a glimmer of anticipation.

Lin Qianmo’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. "After the memories fuse… will I still be myself?"

Her question left the black-robed youth and the others momentarily stunned.

They had never imagined Lin Qianmo would harbor such doubts.

The black-robed youth answered honestly, "Your first lifetime endured countless calamities and amassed far more experiences. The memories stored within the painting undoubtedly surpass those of this current life."

"But as long as your essential nature remains unchanged, you will remain yourself."

His meaning was crystal clear.

Should her personality shift, the dominance of the first lifetime’s memories upon fusion would gradually reshape her into the person she once was.

"Mother Goddess, the creation of the Tianyuan approaches. This is our clan’s chance to return to the Hongmeng Dao Realm. If we miss this, who knows how long the next opportunity might take."

The Hall Master’s Elder knelt upon the ground, solemnly urging, "We implore you, Mother Goddess, to reclaim your throne."

"We implore the Mother Goddess to reclaim her throne!"

The assembly knelt, chanting fervently.

Lin Qianmo furrowed her brow.

Truthfully, she had no certainty that she could preserve her current identity after the memory fusion.

Yet with the Immortal Realm facing imminent collapse, she had no choice but to rapidly augment her power.

"I wonder how different my first-self is from my present-self?" A light smile touched her lips as her primordial spirit emerged from her Purple Palace, drifting toward the painting.

Boom!

Witnessing this, the black-robed youth and the elders of the Undying Divine Clans immediately channeled their powers, safeguarding Lin Qianmo’s primordial spirit as it merged with the painting.

In that instant.

The painted image blurred as torrents of memories surged into Lin Qianmo’s primordial spirit. An ocean of information threatened to overwhelm and shatter it.

The revelations Ye Xu had gleaned during his deduction regarding the Witch Ancestor paled in comparison to the memories Lin Qianmo had sealed within the painting.

These encompassed the vast experiences of a transcendent across most of her existence.

How staggeringly complex could those be?

Time seemed to lose meaning, until finally.

Lin Qianmo’s primordial spirit returned to her Purple Palace. Her aura exploded, soaring from the Immortal King realm, climbing relentlessly to reach the end of the Great Dao. She strode from the present into the past, becoming invincible in the past and present.

Merely fusing these memories had propelled Lin Qianmo’s power to the proof of the Second Primordial Spirit.

Once she achieved future invincibility, she would attain the Three Yuan Proof and stand among the universe’s peak powerhouses.

"Mother Goddess…"

The black-robed youth gazed upon her with pious reverence.

Slowly, Lin Qianmo opened her eyes.

Cradling the Ancient Tree, she smiled faintly. "I am still myself…"