"Sit in a row, eat fruit; you get one, I get one, everyone laughs happily..."
The childish and innocent singing echoed in Ji Mo's mind, familiar and dear.
His gaze drifted, his consciousness blurred, and he was lost in memories.
The dilapidated little Western-style house, the brightly colored walls, the banner reading "Chun Tian Hua Hua Orphanage" fluttered in the wind, and laughter filled the air.
On the green lawn, many children were playing. A little boy and girl were huddled together, whispering secrets.
The boy had a snotty nose and a bowl cut, with a simple, honest face.
The little girl was as beautiful as a painting, delicate and exquisite, like a porcelain doll.
"Mo Mo, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Hmm, earn lots and lots of money, and get married."
"Shameful! Boys always think about these things. You have no ambition. You should have grand aspirations."
"Sister Bao'er, then when I grow up, I'll protect the whole world!"
...
The Blue Blood Tome shimmered with a radiant glow, its pages flipping rapidly as surging soul power relentlessly battered Ji Mo's spirit, attempting to destroy his consciousness and obliterate his primordial spirit.
However, Ji Mo's spirit was as firm as a rock, impervious to external forces.
Yet, many deeply buried memories surfaced.
Ji Mo's memories flashed by, then paused at a significant moment.
"Young man, I see you have extraordinary bones and exceptional talent. You are a peerless genius, one in a million. Most importantly, your name holds significance, and you've harbored great ambitions since childhood. Therefore, the burden of saving the world falls upon you."
A lecherous old man, holding a Taiji diagram and calling himself Laozi, found Ji Mo, now a young man, and cryptically declared him to be the chosen one.
At the same time, he produced an ancient jade slip the size of a palm and insisted on giving it to him.
Ji Mo didn't believe such nonsense, thinking the old man was either a swindler or insane, and flatly refused.
"Those who achieve great things throughout history are often solitary. That's you, kid."
The old man patted Ji Mo's shoulder with a smile. The jade slip in his hand transformed into a ball of chaotic light and inexplicably vanished.
"Empty... lonely... I hope you live up to expectations, otherwise, I'll have to find someone surnamed Leng."
The old man gave Ji Mo a meaningful glance, made a gesture of encouragement, and left with a hearty laugh.
The scene shifted.
Ji Mo woke up to find himself transmigrated to the outskirts of Baishou Town in the Xuanling Realm, with a troublesome system installed within him.
Memories flowed like water, rushing through his mind.
"So that's how it is!"
These scenes connected, finally allowing Ji Mo to understand the reason for his transmigration.
"Really, children shouldn't make such grand ambitions. I've been utterly tricked."
And that scoundrel Laozi named Li Er wasn't a good person either; he was truly despicable, definitely the one behind this.
But why did the name Li Er sound so familiar?
Could the Taiji diagram in his hand be the legendary innate supreme treasure from myths and legends?
And what was that jade slip? Had it entered his body?
No matter, if he could return alive, he would definitely settle accounts with that old fellow.
And what about Sister Bao'er? He wondered how she was doing now. She must be very sad knowing he suddenly disappeared.
"His eyes are unfocused, his consciousness is scattered. This brat is about to collapse. Soon his primordial spirit will dissipate, and his soul will scatter."
The Blue Blood Ancestor observed Ji Mo's expression, believing the latter was finished.
Once Ji Mo's primordial spirit was annihilated, he would immediately possess his body and seize this perfect physical form.
Bai Jingjing's face turned pale, and she became dejected. Although her impression of Ji Mo wasn't good, seeing him being so easily wiped out still caused a pang in her heart.
However, after a long while, Ji Mo's expression remained the same, his primordial spirit unharmed.
"Blue Blood Ancestor, you miscalculated. His consciousness shows no signs of dissipating; instead, it seems like he's... spacing out."
Yao Zhong saw through the deception. Ji Mo seemed completely fine, as if he were contemplating something.
This was terrifying!
The Blue Blood Tome was a sacred artifact of the Blue Blood race, carrying their heritage. Its contained power was comparable to divine artifacts.
Yet, it was unable to affect Ji Mo. This was simply unbelievable!
"Impossible, could this brat be a deity?"
The Blue Blood Ancestor was certain that Ji Mo possessed no divine aura, not even immortal or spiritual energy. He couldn't possibly be a divine being.
But his behavior defied common sense.
A mortal body, comparable to a deity?!
Could such a thing truly exist?
"This child must not be allowed to live. He must be destroyed."
The Blue Blood Ancestor changed his mind. He no longer coveted Ji Mo's body but intended to destroy him at all costs.
"Die!"
He roared, activating the Blue Blood Tome to launch a fatal attack.
The Blue Blood Tome flipped rapidly, each page spewing out swarms of runes, emitting divine radiance. Terrifying energy surged like a tide in all directions.
The energy ripples spread, sending the more than ten struggling beings in the vicinity flying.
Immediately, the Blue Blood Tome, like a falling meteor, shattered the void and smashed towards Ji Mo's crown.
If this blow landed, even a deity might perish.
At that moment, Ji Mo's eyes regained clarity, and he awoke.
He slightly raised his eyelids, casually raised his hand, and calmly grabbed the incoming Blue Blood Tome.
There was no startling explosion, no violent impact.
The unparalleled terrifying power contained within the Blue Blood Tome vanished as if sinking into the sea the moment Ji Mo caught it.
Ji Mo stood there, exuding an indescribable aura, sacred and inviolable.
"This is also a good item."
He casually tucked the Blue Blood Tome into his embrace.
This treasure could condense the soul and make his spirit much clearer.
"Dao follows nature?"
The Blue Blood Ancestor stared intently at Ji Mo, unwilling to believe.
He had cultivated for countless years without even touching the threshold of such a realm. How could this young man comprehend it?
Compared to Ji Mo, his long years of arduous cultivation felt like a joke.
"Today, either you die or I die."
The Blue Blood Ancestor roared madly, his blood-red eyes burning like molten fire, his soul body twisting violently.
He was going to use a secret technique and fight with all his might.
"Ah, my kidney..."
Sai Gao let out a piercing scream, clearly feeling his abdomen split open as his kidney was severed by a strange force.
The one who plucked others' kidneys was finally plucked!
At the same time, Mian Abe also let out a desperate cry. His chest was ripped open, and his heart and lungs were removed.
Mian Abe, who had always been heartless and lungless to others, finally got his retribution, being hollowed out by someone.
The Golden Lion had its head severed before it could even make a sound. Its entire flesh and blood were drained, and it died on the spot.
The others also met their doom, their most powerful parts being taken and absorbed into the Blue Blood Ancestor's body, beginning a reconstruction.
Bai Jingjing blew the Heavenly Sound Conch. Immortal melodies rippled, forming layers of halos, and the sound waves sealed the surrounding space, resisting the invasion of the strange energy.
Yao Zhong took out a beast tooth, as thick as a finger, a divine object that radiated a trace of divine aura, temporarily saving his life.
The Blue Blood Ancestor, using the organs he had stripped, constructed an incredibly hideous and terrifying body, like a stitched-together monster. It opened its bloody maw and lunged at Ji Mo.