Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System

In the final moments, as the three red figures lunged toward Han Cai, he didn't try to defend himself. He allowed the swords to pierce him, giving the mysterious red figure a wide smile as their eyes met up close. Suddenly, multiple spatial slashes erupted from Han Cai's body, slicing all three mysterious red figures. This time, the attacks contained spatial laws, preventing the red figure from reassembling himself.

Before the mysterious red figure could find a solution to this predicament, the gray Qi appeared again, swallowing the pieces of the red figure one by one. As the final vestiges of the mysterious figure disappeared into the gray Qi, an eerie silence fell over the battlefield, the once chaotic scene now eerily quiet and void of its former combatants.

Only Han Cai remained, severely injured and with only a few breaths left in him. The gray Qi materialized, standing at a distance from Han Cai and bowed.

Han Cai spoke weakly, "Did you comprehend the law? You should be a Heaven Immortal now."

Yongnian nodded.

Han Cai spoke," Go clear out the remaining. We don't want them to create trouble in the future."

Yongnian nodded and disappeared. After a few hours, he reappeared.

Han Cai asked," Cleared?".

Yongnian nodded.

Han Cai continued, "I will be relying on you in the future, Yongnian."

Yongnian bowed and nodded once more.

Han Cai gave a deep smile and then took his last breath.

His body lay there, lifeless.

Yongnian carefully approached Han Cai's body, and a dead Qi emerged, surrounding it.

Slowly, a white, ethereal form began to emerge from Han Cai's lifeless body. It was his soul, shimmering and glistening like the finest silk in the sunlight. It rose gently, vibrating with otherworldly energy.

If one looked closely, one would see golden, blue, and purple markings intricately engraved upon the soul.

Yongnian wrapped gray Qi protectively around the soul as he moved his hands, conjuring a massive, coffin-sized box. He tenderly placed Han Cai's body inside the box and, with another wave of his hands, made both the box and Han Cai's body disappear.

Having safely put away the body, Yongnian transformed back into a gray Qi and moved with breakneck speed.

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Billions of miles away from Daxing, a man with golden hair stood tall in a pagoda; his eyes closed in deep meditation. His face was chiseled and defined, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. His golden hair swept back from his forehead, revealing a high, noble brow. The man's eyes were closed, but if they were open, they would be a piercing shade of blue, full of wisdom and power.

Every inch of his body seemed to radiate an otherworldly aura, making him seem larger than life. His skin was a radiant gold color, almost as if he was crafted from the very metal itself. His robes were a deep golden color, trimmed with gold thread and intricate designs. The man's fingers were long and slender, adorned with rings of pure gold.

Suddenly, the man's eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of golden orbs. He spoke in a deep, commanding voice, "The anomaly disappeared. So did Red?"

The man moved his hands, trying to understand where Red had disappeared to, but to no avail. Disappointment filled his eyes as he spoke, "Someone absorbed his soul, but he managed to end the anomaly."

The man gave an innocent smile and said, "How will you take revenge on me now?" With that, he closed his eyes and returned to his cultivation.

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Meanwhile, billions of miles away, the gray Qi flew for days, finally arriving at a remote corner of the Daxing Continent. As it arrived, sudden fluctuations could be felt in the fabric of reality. It was as if the very fabric was torn by the laws of death, opening a path. The gray Qi flew into this path.

The path was ominous and gray, shrouded in an eerie mist. The surroundings were a twisted, distorted landscape, with gnarled trees and twisted vines reaching out like skeletal hands. Strange, otherworldly creatures lurked in the shadows, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light. The air was heavy, filled with the oppressive weight of sorrow and despair.

The gray Qi flew for days, then months, continuing along the path. At last, the end of the path came into view. When the gray Qi emerged, it found itself in an eerie, quiet world. This ominous land was shrouded in darkness, with a perpetual twilight casting long, sinister shadows across the desolate landscape. The sky above was a swirling mass of black clouds, occasionally pierced by eerie flashes of lightning that illuminated the barren land below.

The ground was a cracked, desolate wasteland devoid of any life or vegetation. In the distance, jagged mountain peaks loomed menacingly, their dark forms barely visible through the thick, rolling fog that enveloped the entire realm.

At the heart of this ominous world flowed a river, black and viscous like tar, its slow-moving waters carrying whispers of lost souls and forgotten dreams. Along its banks stood ancient, crumbling structures, a testament to a time long gone and a civilization forgotten by history.

Yongnian, in his gray Qi form, carefully navigated this haunting land, his gray Qi swirling around Han Cai's soul, protecting it from the malignant energies that pervaded the air.

The gray Qi continued to fly; the river felt close and far at the same time.

After years of flying, the gray Qi finally arrived near the mysterious river. The gray floated above the river, and from within the gray Qi emerged a soul, still protected by a layer of gray Qi.

After the soul came out, the gray Qi started transforming, and it transformed into Yongnian once more.

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