Mo Yuan's gaze burned intensely as he stared at Mo Yu.
In truth, he was not the real Mo Clan Ancestor, Mo Yuan.
The genuine Mo Yuan had long since perished.
He was merely a manifestation born from Mo Yuan's Heart Demon.
He did not truly know the identity of the woman on the island.
The only thing he knew was that she had been waiting here for a destined person.
Anyone else who approached her would be attacked.
Over the countless years, Mo Yuan had witnessed too many descendants of the Mo Clan return empty-handed.
Among them were peerless geniuses with the potential to ascend to immortality.
Some even possessed physiques far superior to Mo Yu's.
The Immaculate Physique.
The Immortal Physique.
The Sword Physique.
The Innate Dao Physique.
The Flawless Sacred Physique.
Yet even they failed to gain her recognition and could only leave in disappointment.
Too much time had passed.
Far too much.
So much time that the Mo Clan outside had risen and fallen through several cycles of prosperity and decline.
In the end, Mo Yuan went mad.
And thus, he was born.
He no longer believed that any so-called destined person existed.
It was all a lie.
A trap.
He longed for freedom.
Longed for release.
Longed to escape this endless prison.
Once Mo Yu was attacked, he would not die, but he would inevitably be weakened.
At that moment, Mo Yuan would seize the opportunity and possess his body.
---
Mo Yu's gaze settled upon the golden bubble.
Within it, a young woman slept peacefully.
He could clearly see her figure, yet his Divine Sense was unable to penetrate the thin golden barrier.
Only after directly observing her with his Divine Sense could he open the System panel.
Step by step, he approached.
Just as he was about to touch the edge of the bubble, the golden membrane slowly dissolved.
The woman's figure was revealed completely.
She floated silently in the air, eyes closed as if trapped in an eternal dream.
Her pale golden hair radiated a faint holy glow.
An indescribable aura surrounded her.
Sacred.
Ethereal.
As though she did not belong to this mortal world.
Every word in existence seemed inadequate before her beauty.
No language could describe even one ten-thousandth of her magnificence.
Merely gazing upon her inspired reverence.
One could not help but feel unworthy of harboring even the slightest impure thought.
Mo Yu's mind wavered.
For an instant, his consciousness blurred, as though his Soul was being drawn into an endless sea of sanctity.
A powerful urge arose within him.
To approach her.
To understand her.
To submit to her.
"Wake up!"
Suddenly, Yan Xi's voice exploded within his Sea of Consciousness like a thunderclap.
"Be careful. It's an illusion."
Her voice was solemn and unusually serious.
"Thank you, Sister Yanxi."
Mo Yu immediately regained his clarity.
His gaze returned to the woman, and his vigilance rose sharply.
She was still incomparably beautiful.
The most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
But the strange influence had vanished.
Now that the bubble had disappeared, his Divine Sense could finally reach her.
With a thought, the System panel appeared.
[Name: Ji Xianyao]
[Luck: ???]
[Favorability: 0 (Stranger)]
[Introduction: Daughter of the Ancestral Dragon. Sealed within the Lower Realm. Mo Yu's greatest Opportunity. Will provide him with a steady stream of Luck.]
Mo Yu's eyes widened.
What kind of Luck was this?
Three question marks?
And a steady stream?
Infinite Luck?
That was simply outrageous.
His heart erupted with joy.
Thank you, Heavenly Dao, for your generous gift!
---
Meanwhile, Mo Yuan's face was filled with confusion.
His eyes remained fixed on Mo Yu.
Why had the attack failed?
This was the first time he had ever seen the golden bubble dissipate on its own.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he turned his gaze toward Ji Xianyao.
For countless years, he had been trapped here.
Yet he had never once seen her true appearance.
The moment he looked at her, he froze.
Like a bolt of lightning striking his Soul.
His body became completely motionless.
It was as if his very spirit had been ripped from his body.
Chu Yuli also looked toward Ji Xianyao curiously.
In an instant, her consciousness began to blur.
Her mind descended into a chaotic haze.
Yet at that moment, a faint emerald light flickered deep within her eyes.
The haze shattered instantly.
She snapped back to reality.
Looking around in confusion, she had no idea what had just happened.
She only knew one thing.
The beautiful big sister on the island was incredibly dangerous.
An inexplicable sense of crisis rose within her heart.
She could not help but worry about Mo Yu's safety.
Silently, she prayed for him.
---
Mo Yu transmitted his voice into the ring.
"Sister Yanxi, do you know what an Ancestral Dragon is?"
Yan Xi frowned slightly as she searched through her memories.
After a moment, she gently shook her head.
"I've never heard of it. Why?"
Mo Yu's gaze remained fixed on Ji Xianyao.
"For some reason, every time I look at her, that title appears in my mind. It might be related to her identity."
"You brat, don't tell me you've fallen for her already."
Yan Xi's teasing voice rang out.
Mo Yu smiled helplessly.
"Please don't joke about this."
Yan Xi's expression immediately became serious.
"This woman is extraordinarily beautiful. Even in the Upper Realm, I have never seen anyone who could compare to her."
"There are no spiritual fluctuations around her."
"No cultivation."
"No aura."
"She looks so fragile that a breeze could knock her over."
Her voice became increasingly grave.
"But she is extremely dangerous."
"Very dangerous."
"I suggest leaving immediately and returning after reaching the Mahayana Realm."
Mo Yu looked at Yan Xi.
Since the day they met, he had never seen her so serious.
Ever since his fourth successful cliff jump, Yan Xi had stopped interfering with his suicidal adventures.
Yet now, she was actively warning him.
That alone was enough to demonstrate how terrifying Ji Xianyao truly was.
Mo Yu smiled confidently.
"Trust me, Sister Yanxi."
"I have great Luck."
"I'll be fine."
"Besides, if I don't seize every opportunity to grow stronger, how can I help you revive sooner?"
Yan Xi stared at his confident smile.
A strange warmth spread through her heart.
"You don't have to push yourself so hard..."
She sighed softly.
"Forget it. I know there's no point trying to stop you."
For some reason, an unfamiliar feeling stirred deep within her heart.
Like a seed quietly taking root.
Startled, she hurriedly suppressed the emotion.
After all, she had watched him grow up.
How could she possibly think that way?
---
Mo Yu's attention returned to Ji Xianyao.
If even Yan Xi had never heard of the Ancestral Dragon...
Then there was only one possibility.
For now, he would simply assume it was something akin to a Creator God.
Slowly, he raised his hand.
His fingers reached toward Ji Xianyao's slender jade-white hand.
The moment his skin touched hers—
A brilliant golden light erupted from her body.
It transformed into a stream of radiance and shot directly into Mo Yu's Sea of Consciousness.
Mo Yu froze.
That was it?
Challenge cleared?
Quickly regaining himself, he inspected his Sea of Consciousness.
There, Ji Xianyao floated quietly in the void.
Eyes closed.
Still asleep.
Like a holy goddess resting beyond the heavens.
The System's notification immediately sounded.
[Detected that you have successfully intercepted the Daughter of Luck, Ji Xianyao, daughter of the Ancestral Dragon.]
[Ji Xianyao possesses endless Luck and can help restore your Luck to Sacred Dragon Luck.]
[You have forcefully taken the unconscious Ji Xianyao into your Sea of Consciousness through an irresistible method. She is now entirely within your control. You may do as you please with her.]
[Villain Counterattack Successful.]
[Reward: One-click Restoration of Sacred Dragon Luck.]
[Sacred Dragon Luck: A unique, high-grade form of Luck that grants overwhelming advantage in the struggle for opportunities.]
[Attempting to plunder Mo Yu's Luck...]
[Plunder failed.]
[Automatically replenishing.]
[Luck +1000]
[Villain Points +1000]
Mo Yu stared blankly at the notifications.
A large question mark practically appeared above his head.
Restore?
Restore to what?
And what exactly was Sacred Dragon Luck?
Before he could process it all, another realization struck him.
His expression slowly stiffened.
He was numb.
Someone had stolen his sacred dragon luck.
Enemy count: +1.