Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road

Actually, it wasn’t that easy for most people in this cultivation world. Think about it, everyone was born with the ability to use spiritual power and magical spells.

When they cooked, they used magic. When they cleaned, there was a cleaning spell. When they traveled, they had their own magical and spiritual beasts or flying artifacts. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Who in the world would rely on physical strength to do basic tasks like pulling weeds, collecting marble stones, or repairing broken formations? At the very least, no cultivator would waste time on such menial work, only mortals did.

Yet, Shenlian Yingyue was ordered to use her physical strength for all of it. The fields of weeds and marbles were vast, almost as large as a small town. Imagine how many days and nights it would take to clear them all without relying on spiritual power.

Her breakthrough was well deserved. Every day, she crawled off the ground, her body aching as if she had carried thousands of heavy stones.

A month later, while Shen Anshuang was away on an errand, Shenlian Yingyue was climbing a mountain when she suddenly felt a vibration.

A long, shabby black sword shot out from the Ethereal Small World and floated beside her as she scaled the cliff with her bare hands and feet.

"Dear, what’s wrong?" she asked immediately.

The sword trembled, as if trying to communicate. Then, it flew back and forth, pointing its sharp edge in a certain direction.

"You want me to go to the highest peak of the mountain?" she asked in surprise.

The sword quivered in confirmation.

Then, right before her eyes, its form began to change. Its black body morphed into a mysterious butterfly, plain yet majestic, exuding an undeniable charm. Its wings spread gracefully, moving as if alive.

"Dear, you can transform into a butterfly too?" Shenlian Yingyue’s eyes widened. This was the first time she had ever seen her sword take the initiative to transform into a beast-like form.

Before she could process the shock, the black butterfly gently pulled her onto its back. Its touch was careful, as if afraid of hurting her, yet its aura remained undeniably domineering.

The moment she landed, the butterfly flapped its majestic wings. It soared into the air at an unbelievable speed, far surpassing any divine flying weapon. Fortunately, no one witnessed this strange scene.

Soon, the black butterfly reached the highest peak of the mountain, a place shrouded in clouds.

The air itself hummed with ancient power, thick with the scent of enchanted flora and the crackling energy of raw mana.

Towering black trees with glowing blue leaves stretched to the sky, while endless vines slithered like living serpents. Floating ruins and enchanted treasures littered the land, whispering of forgotten power.

A hidden paradise pulsed with ancient magic. At its center lay a mystic pond, steaming with enchanted heat, countless fireflies flickering above its surface. The water was speckled with Abyssal Veil Orchids, their delicate petals floating eerily.

"Not good!" Shenlian Yingyue’s expression changed. It was too late, she had already inhaled their scent.

The Abyssal Veil Orchid induced vivid visions of past lives or alternate realities, often driving weaker minds to madness.

Suddenly, she was trapped in a memory of her past life. She saw black flames devouring everything before her. A tall figure rushed toward her, roaring desperately, his voice filled with anguish as he tried to reach her.

She stood frozen, unable to move, as though she had been crippled. All she could see was the man’s twisted expression, his features distorted with desperation as he screamed her name over and over.

"Father," tears streamed down her face as she whispered, her voice trembling.

She tried to reach out and hold his hand, but before she could, everything turned dark.

She was alone, falling into an ice prison. The bone-piercing cold made her shiver uncontrollably.

Then, suddenly, light returned.

She found herself sitting alone amidst the ruins of broken buildings.

Everything was burned, destroyed.

The scent of blood filled the air. Corpses lay scattered around her, but she couldn’t recognize any of them. Whose bodies were these?

And why did her heart hurt so much? Where was her father?

Just as she tried to crawl out, a voice called out desperately—

"Yue’er! I finally found you!"

Before she could react, another figure rushed toward her. The moment she saw him, her tears fell uncontrollably, "Brother..."

Shenlian Yinzhu, who looked no older than seven, knelt down and pulled her into a gentle embrace. His voice trembled with emotion.

"Yue’er, I’m sorry, I’m late." His hair and clothes were messy, his skin burnt, patches of flesh missing. His right arm and leg were broken, yet with his left arm, he held her close, shielding her with his warmth.

She hugged him back, her body shaking. As she lowered her gaze, her eyes widened. On his bare back, a deep scar caught her attention.

The scar looked like a snake tattoo, but it had been burned, as though someone had intentionally seared his skin. She recognized it instantly.

A golden-white snake, carved with complicated symbols. It was the same tattoo that lay between his eyebrows, except here, the mandala lotus was missing. Only the snake and symbols remained.

Blood gushed from the wound, making it look unbearably painful. Still, Shenlian Yinzhu ignored his injuries.

"Yue’er, are you hurt?" he asked softly.

"Brother is here, blame me for being late. But it’s okay. It’s okay now. Everything is fine. I’m here." His words were gentle, yet he was clearly in pain.

Shenlian Yingyue had no idea how she broke free from the illusion. Before she knew it, she was almost drowning in the pond.

"Yue’er, are you hurt?"

"Yue!!"

"Master, we’re here!!"

"Xiao Yueyue! Who hurt you?"

She opened her eyes. She was lying in the arms of Shenlian Yinzhu, who, somehow, had found her after a month of separation.

Her companions rushed toward her, their voices filled with worry. Her husbands and master had also returned. She looked back, the Abyssal Veil Orchids were gone.

The paradise had vanished, leaving behind a gloomy landscape of endless mountains and forests.

The mystic pond had turned into ordinary water. She turned to her loved ones.

Despite their deep concern, despite the desperation in their eyes, she simply smiled, her face pale.

Wiping the blood from her lips and the tears from her eyes, she whispered, "I’m just happy that you’re here with me."

"Brother, it’s good that you’re here." Then, she hugged Shenlian Yinzhu tightly, burying herself in his arms.

Shenlian Yinzhu’s heart raced at her sudden closeness.

One hand gently caressed her hair, while his other arm, his broken one, struggled to stretch out, trying to hold her just like before.

Everyone was stunned.

They knew something was wrong.

She wasn’t saying anything, but if she didn’t want to speak, they wouldn’t force her. Instead, they would silently stay by her side, waiting until she felt ready. Their hearts ached at her current state.

Only Xiao Yun seemed to understand.

His rainbow-colored eyes flickered as he scanned the surroundings.

Without a word, he placed his hand on her back, silently injecting spiritual power into her body, erasing the coldness that had seeped into her bones.