Stepping into the void crack, Mo Wuji wanted to enter the Immortal Mortal Realm immediately. However, he soon realized that after stripping away two simulated Dao laws from the Immortal Mortal Realm, his divine sense had completely collapsed. Not only had the divine sense in his sea of consciousness collapsed, but the divine sense in his storage channels had also collapsed due to the dissipation of his Dao foundation.

At this moment, he couldn't even enter his own Immortal Mortal Realm.

The five Saint-level powerhouses, coupled with Mo Wuji's Great Destruction Art, seemed to have torn this void realm to its very core. The only thing Mo Wuji could do was curl up and allow himself to be swept away in the void crack.

Although his Dao foundation was destroyed, his body tempering foundation remained. Even if his physical body was nearly split into three pieces, as long as it wasn't completely destroyed, his body would slowly heal within the void crack.

"Bang!" He didn't know how long it had been, but Mo Wuji crashed directly onto the ground from the atmosphere.

At this moment, Mo Wuji was relieved. With his Saint Body's late-stage powerful physical body, this crash wouldn't cause any serious problems. At least his life was temporarily spared.

Despite the extremely severe injuries on his body, Mo Wuji remained motionless. He sensed that this should be a very low-level realm. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was not only low in quality but also extremely thin, probably even inferior to spiritual energy. He had no way to rely on the spiritual energy here to heal.

It took a full day before Mo Wuji barely managed to struggle to his feet.

On the surface, he didn't seem to have any injuries. Only he knew that his injuries were beyond salvation here.

Without needing to inquire, Mo Wuji knew that this place, like Earth, was a realm with scarce spiritual energy between heaven and earth, making cultivation impossible.

Crawling out of the deep pit he had created, Mo Wuji saw a pitch-black sky without even moonlight.

He was in a small mound with sparse weeds.

Mo Wuji's mood was extremely calm at this moment. He knew very well that without external factors, he would probably never be able to leave this mortal planet.

Compared to the mortals here, he possessed endless lifespan. But even with endless lifespan, he couldn't restore his Dao foundation. He could only slowly deplete his life here like an ancient stone until his lifespan was completely exhausted.

Perhaps after countless years, Han Qingru, who was cultivating in his Immortal Mortal Realm, would sense that something had happened to him and try to leave the Immortal Mortal Realm. However, Mo Wuji knew very well that without his help, no one, including Han Qingru, could leave his Immortal Mortal Realm.

Besides resigning himself to fate, he had no other way to leave this planet.

Time passed bit by bit, and Mo Wuji stood motionless on the small mound. From a Quasi-Sage peak powerhouse roaming the universe to his current state, he was truly going to become a real mortal from this day on.

One familiar figure after another emerged in his mind, finally settling on a thin, yellow-haired girl in Mo Wuji's mind.

If it weren't for Yan'er, even if he was reborn, would he lose a kind of loving trust?

If he was still with Yan'er in that small city, would Yan'er still go out every night to set up a stall and earn some copper coins to buy him a bowl of rice?

Young Master...

That call seemed to still be in front of him, but the Yan'er of that year could only exist in his memories. These years had passed; he didn't know if she was still cultivating, or if she had entered the Immortal Realm...

A touch of red appeared on the horizon, followed by the red fading into a faint golden color. The surrounding darkness was gradually dispelled by the golden color, and outlines appeared. Slowly, a red sun rose from the horizon.

Just watching a red sun rise, Mo Wuji seemed to be lost in thought.

How many years had it been? He was either escaping or cultivating, or frantically searching for cultivation resources.

Today, he could finally do something unrelated to cultivation, watching the sun gradually rise. When was the last time he watched the sunrise?

His memory seemed to be blurred, and Mo Wuji was still trying hard to remember. Right, he remembered. Once, he obtained a sum of external research funding. He was very happy and invited Xia Ruoyin to go to Mount Tai to watch the sunrise together.

But Xia Ruoyin rejected him, simply because there was nothing to see in the sunrise, and it was better to go for Western food.

He forgot whether they went for Western food later or what they ate. What he ultimately remembered was that he ultimately failed to watch the sunrise. Today should be the first time he watched the sunrise.

The sun slowly climbed, turning into a dazzling disc.

"Hey, looking at the sun like that will burn your eyes." A sudden voice startled Mo Wuji out of his thoughts.

Mo Wuji turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a hoe on his shoulder, presumably a farmer.

"Your clothes..."

The middle-aged farmer looked at Mo Wuji's tattered clothes, and the bloodstains on them had turned black.

"May I ask where this is?" Mo Wuji didn't understand what the other party meant and asked with a cupped fist.

Seeing Mo Wuji's cupped fist, the middle-aged farmer seemed a little surprised. He quickly put down his hoe and said a lot.

Mo Wuji sighed. This must be another dimension. If his divine sense was still there, as long as his divine sense scanned it, all language information would be collected by him, and he could speak calmly.

Without continuing to ask the middle-aged farmer, Mo Wuji walked down the small mound and came to the stream to wash his body. He also tidied up his worn clothes, at least making him look like a wanderer on the surface.

Bypassing the stream, Mo Wuji saw a scene of busy farming.

Everywhere he looked, he could see farmers working in the fields. They were either planting rice seedlings, plowing the land, or harvesting...

Everyone was working hard, and everyone was harvesting their hopes bit by bit.

Mo Wuji stopped again, once again standing there in a daze.

Once, he was also one of these countless people, constantly working for his own harvest. He obtained the medicinal liquid for opening meridians, and after his rebirth, he used these medicinal liquids to create the Immortal Mortal Dao.

He didn't even have a chance to cultivate back then, yet he still reached the peak of the entire universe through his own efforts. Even after being chased and assassinated countless times, he still made it through.

Today, he possessed a Saint Body, countless cultivation techniques, and even his own created Immortal Mortal Art. It was just that his Dao foundation was damaged, and his dantian and meridians were destroyed. Why was he inferior to when he had nothing?

Was his Dao regressing, or was his mind weakening?

He could enter the Dao from a mortal, and he could restore his Dao foundation and meridians in the Immortal Mortal Realm again.

The decadent feeling from before was instantly melted away, and a surge of heroism rose up. Looking at the still vast void, Mo Wuji let out a long roar.

He would still stand up and return to the universe.

The many people farming in the distance saw Mo Wuji standing there and roaring for no reason, and they instinctively prepared for defense.

Fortunately, Mo Wuji only roared once and then became quiet again, which put the many people working at ease.

Mo Wuji, who had regained his confidence, hadn't yet thought about how to restore his Dao foundation, but he actually felt a sense of hunger.

He had countless lifespans and was still a Saint Body, yet he was hungry? How many years had it been? He felt hunger again.

"Little brother, are you okay?" The middle-aged man who had followed him again looked at Mo Wuji with some concern.

Mo Wuji saw that he looked very concerned, guessed what he meant, and shook his head with a smile.

"Should I go get you some clothes?" The middle-aged man saw that Mo Wuji's clothes seemed to be badly torn, barely tied together, and said enthusiastically.

A clear understanding appeared in Mo Wuji's mind, and Mo Wuji immediately shook his head and said, "I'm leaving, thank you."

Regardless of whether the other party understood, Mo Wuji turned around and left. He didn't walk very fast, but his strides were large. In just a short time, he crossed the mound.

Mo Wuji was originally a stranger here. Now that he was leaving, no one cared. At most, they watched Mo Wuji leave until he reached a place where everyone could no longer see him.

Initially, Mo Wuji was thinking about choosing a quiet place to comprehend his understanding. But after walking for half a day, Mo Wuji's Enlightenment Channels had already connected with his mind.

He had no intention of stopping at all, only knowing to walk forward step by step.

Whether facing plains or marshes, whether gravel ground or thorny bushes...

Nothing could stop Mo Wuji's footsteps, and nothing could stop his comprehension. At this moment, the road under his feet was his Dao, and his Dao extended under his feet.