If it were Lu Yang, he figured that if he became an immortal, he would probably be more of a salted fish slacker[1] than the Everlasting Immortal Fairy, spending his days sunbathing, flipping from front to back and back to front, then sleeping on the sun at night. Beyond immortals lay a higher realm, and beyond that were even higher realms. If one kept cultivating endlessly, where would it ever end?

“Immortal Fairy, you once said that replacement is also a form of oblivion. In that case, when the authorship of your recipes was transferred to the Heaven Mandate Immortal, could that have been a method of replacement too?”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s eyes lit up, and she patted Lu Yang’s shoulder. “Eh, now that you mention it, that makes sense! Someone might have killed me and used some method to erase all traces of my...