Foundation building and body refinement, purging impurities, her bones and flesh began to transform, marking the moment an ordinary mortal transcended “human” to become “cultivator,” stepping into the threshold of cultivation. From then on, seeking immortality and the Dao was no longer tied to a mortal body. Reaching the Golden Core stage, her entire cultivation condensed into one point, gathering her own principles, signified the recognition of the Heavenly Dao.
Tang Muxi’s breakthrough came without warning, as auspicious clouds gathered in the sky, showering down a series of divine rains. Dazzling golden light erupted from her body, soaring into the heavens, even the brilliant golden crow high in the sky had to avoid its brilliance, clearly a sign of a precious treasure emerging, a gift from the heavens.
As the Golden Core formed, a familiar call faintly descended from the sky, soft and intimate. It felt like a boundless warmth of a mother, gently singing in her ear.
Crystalline starlight fell upon her, cool and comfortable, quietly permeating her body. Her long black hair danced in the wind, but gradually faded, turning into a frosty white, radiating a chilling brilliance. Her pitch-black eyes crystallized into a translucent ice blue, each glance carrying a refreshing coolness.
At the same time, the Qiluo Green Lotus growing in the icy pond trembled, its branches and leaves shimmering with starry ice crystals, shining even brighter with the arrival of the spiritual rain.
Yet, Tang Muxi remained oblivious, bathing in the golden light and divine rain, gazing blankly at the sky.
“Who is it?” she parted her red lips, a gentle figure flashed through her mind, but it vanished in an instant, like a shooting star burning out, impossible to grasp.
Who was calling her? Having lived countless lifetimes, she never knew who her biological mother was; every recollection was vague, as if intentionally blurred by someone.
“Mom…” she couldn’t help but speak, but received no response.
The divine rain continued, the auspicious clouds lingered, only the strands of golden light transformed into threads, gradually dissipating like ink spreading in water between heaven and earth.
The momentum of her breakthrough was overwhelming, quickly spreading across the entire mountain peak. Fortunately, there were formations on Floating Immortal Island that concealed it, preventing too much information from leaking to the outside world.
Jiang Yin had been nurturing her demonic energy on a deserted island, but the moment she sensed the spiritual rain, she hurried back. Even Wen Fei, who was in seclusion to reconstruct his Dao bones, was drawn to the scene.
“Tang… Muxi?” Jiang Yin was momentarily stunned upon seeing the woman with flowing white hair before her.
Her ice-blue eyes resembled beautiful jade, each glance radiating warmth, as if filled with the embracing nature of water, accepting all while exuding a chilling aura, high and mighty, like a deity.
Her appearance remained the same, with red lips and white teeth, still that silly junior sister. But with the change in her eyes and hair, she now carried an enigmatic and profound aura. It was inscrutable, unfathomable, as if facing the vastness of the universe.
Wen Fei couldn’t help but stare in awe; it was said that the ancient demon realm was where deities resided, and the Changhe Palace was the palace of the gods.
She had never set foot in such a place, but seeing Tang Muxi at this moment, she felt that if there were truly celestial beings in the world, they would be like this.
The spiritual rain… a gift from heaven and earth.
Bathed in it, even her shattered Dao bones began to slowly mend.
The effect was even more potent than the Hunyuan Spirit Fruit.
Tang Muxi turned her gaze, her bewildered eyes glistening with moisture, and soon a tear formed, falling down her cheeks.
“Senior Sister,” her voice trembled, low and somewhat hoarse, “I heard Mom calling me.”
In truth, the voice that reached her ears couldn’t even form words, nor could she distinguish its gender.
But Tang Muxi was certain that it was indeed her true mother.
Only she could so effortlessly tug at the softest part of her heart. It was not any kind of emotion, but more akin to an instinct.
Her voice and expression were so fragile, like thin ice, ready to shatter at any moment. Jiang Yin felt a pang of heartache, quickly stepping forward to embrace her, one hand around her waist, the other gently patting her back in a comforting manner.
All her doubts transformed into solace with a single “Senior Sister”: “Don’t cry.”
As a demon lord, she was skilled at killing, but comforting others was utterly foreign to her. Jiang Yin didn’t know how to console someone, and even empathizing was difficult; no matter how hard she tried, she could only manage this much.
Tang Muxi felt the familiar touch, caught a whiff of a cold fragrance, and surprisingly, she stopped crying, sniffing and swallowing a couple of times, resting her cheek against Jiang Yin’s chest.
After a long while, she said, “Senior Sister is so good to me.” Her voice was soft, still carrying a hint of sobbing.
Jiang Yin suddenly smiled, seemingly recalling something: “Of course, after all, we have already agreed on ‘companionship for the rest of our lives.'”
Hearing those four words, Tang Muxi felt a mix of emotions—touched and saddened—turn into embarrassment. Although what she said that day was indeed what she had in mind, Jiang Yin had not made any promises to her. It was merely a hasty declaration to prove something to her master. Now, bringing it up again made her feel an indescribable shyness.
Tang Muxi’s face turned red, her ears burning, as she buried her head in Jiang Yin’s chest, too shy to look up. Jiang Yin hadn’t intended to bring it up, but seeing her flushed cheeks was too amusing, and she couldn’t help but tease: “It seems Senior Sister has forgotten. Do you remember which day you made that promise to Junior Sister? Perhaps Junior Sister could remind Senior Sister?”
Tang Muxi was mortified, realizing she couldn’t keep up the act, and quickly extricated herself from Jiang Yin’s embrace. “I… I can’t remember clearly either. Maybe Senior Sister was so fond of me that she unconsciously murmured it in her dreams one night.”
Wen Fei, standing nearby, felt the icy dog food splatter on her face, which was quite unfriendly. If it weren’t for the significant benefits of this spiritual rain, she would have left in a huff by now.
As the spiritual rain began to subside, the surrounding flora and fauna thrived, and the spiritual energy became noticeably denser. She couldn’t help but speak up: “Alright, enough flirting. Can we take care of the lonely old person who has no one to love her?” Tang Muxi choked on her words, biting her lip and lowering her head, quietly retorting, “I’m not flirting.”
Wen Fei naturally didn’t believe her but didn’t want to chase after the dog food any longer, so she changed the subject, looking at Tang Muxi’s snowy hair and icy blue eyes, asking, “What… is going on here?” Tang Muxi looked at her in confusion, then at Jiang Yin: “What?” Jiang Yin was also puzzled and didn’t know how to explain, so she simply took out a mirror: “You can see for yourself.”
Tang Muxi took the mirror in a daze, and when her gaze fell on the clear, pristine surface, she was completely stunned. She reached out to touch her face and then pinched her hair, unable to believe it: “What… what is happening?” How did her hair suddenly turn white! “Senior Sister… help me, I’ve aged!” Tang Muxi said, feeling wronged.
Aged, though she looked even more beautiful, her hair was white! This was it; she was no longer the young fairy but an old woman! The tears she had been holding back burst forth, flowing out even more violently. She didn’t make a sound, but she cried in fear, in regret, and with a heart-wrenching sorrow.
Jiang Yin felt overwhelmed, shooting a cold glare at Wen Fei, blaming her for bringing up such a topic. They had just calmed her down, and now she was crying even harder. Jiang Yin hurriedly went to comfort her again.
Wen Fei, who had received the glare: “…” Didn’t you also hand her the mirror? Great, another day of being forced to take the blame.
Wen Fei awkwardly tried to comfort her for a while, but seeing it had little effect, she suppressed her own confusion and retreated to her closed-door training.
The process of repairing the Dao bones had not gone smoothly, with many troubles, but after the spiritual rain, all those issues were resolved. Wen Fei was overjoyed, thinking that if she had to take the blame in the future, as long as there was spiritual rain… she would gladly take it every day!
In the following days, Tang Muxi had completely lost her focus on studying. Every day she woke up, she would sit in front of the vanity, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror.
At first, Jiang Yin removed all the mirrors, but later found that Tang Muxi had started to sit in front of the spiritual spring, lost in thought again. Reluctantly, she helped her check her bone age and lifespan.
The results showed that this body was under twenty years old. There was no loss in lifespan, and due to the breakthrough to the Golden Core stage, it had even increased significantly.
Tang Muxi couldn’t believe it; if she hadn’t aged, then why had her hair turned white? No one could explain this question, but if Bai Ling were here at that moment, she would definitely recognize this appearance. Aside from lacking the captivating power, there was almost no difference.
Tang Muxi didn’t know that this appearance was actually how she was meant to look. Black hair and black eyes were simply the result of not awakening the bloodline within her.
White hair and ice-blue eyes, while beautiful, were indeed too striking. To avoid unnecessary trouble in the future, Jiang Yin began to think of ways to conceal her appearance.
The simplest method was to refine a magical artifact to block spiritual perception. However, magical artifacts varied in quality and were easily lost; if they encountered a powerful being with extraordinary treasures, they could easily lose their effectiveness.
After much thought, Jiang Yin decided to tackle the problem at its root.
Beasts often had both animal and human forms, capable of switching between them. The essence of transformation was controlling one’s own body to achieve a state of freedom.
She believed that Tang Muxi might be able to draw on the experience of the demon race in controlling their bodies and try to control her hair and eye color. To facilitate practice and explanation, Jiang Yin even specially brought out Wen Fei, who was in closed-door training, to elaborate.
After all, no one understands the transformation of the demon race better than the demons themselves.
Wen Fei was taken aback, unsure how this person could tell she was not of the human race, and her wariness towards her grew even stronger. However, when it came to transformation, there was indeed no one more familiar with it than her.
“The so-called transformation is a mimicry that the demon race achieves by condensing their beast form. It’s akin to alchemy and forging, where one refines their own blood essence to create an illusion, a blend of truth and falsehood, reconstructing themselves. But your situation is more akin to a bloodline awakening. Some among the demon race possess unique bloodline powers, and during awakening, their bodies undergo partial aberration. This is similar to transformation, but instead of an illusion, it is simply the manipulation of the power contained within the blood.”
“Although your human form hasn’t changed, the snow-white hair and异瞳 suggest that certain powers within your bloodline are at play. Since it belongs to you, it will naturally be at your disposal. What you need to do is recall the control you had over the spiritual plants and essence fire during alchemy, and similarly, feel and guide the power hidden within your bloodline.”
The power within the bloodline… Tang Muxi was momentarily stunned, already having some clues.
Long before her rebirth, she had discovered the strange healing effects of her blood. At that time, she hadn’t paid much attention, but now, combined with her white hair and blue eyes, it seemed she understood something in the depths of her mind.
Closing her eyes to carefully experience it, she could feel the vibrant life force hidden in her blood, a chilling coldness, and not just that, but even more that she couldn’t yet comprehend.
These were indeed her bloodline.
Since it belonged to her, it should naturally be at her service, just like alchemy, making everything work for her.
As this thought arose, the world around her changed in an instant. It was as if a dark scroll unfurled rapidly, and all living beings in its path came to a standstill… However, just a moment later, it abruptly halted, and all the breaths were drawn back into her body.
Tang Muxi was taken aback; in that fleeting moment, it seemed she had sensed something, but it was too fast, vanishing in an instant, and she couldn’t grasp it at all.
When she came to her senses, her snow-white hair had completely turned black, and her ice-blue eyes had returned to normal.
Tang Muxi exclaimed in delight, “Senior Sister, I did it!” However, Jiang???yin couldn’t help but frown.
In that fleeting moment…
