"good!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's answer, the Pure Yang Dao Master seemed to understand something, and nodded slightly in praise. Then, he reached out and gently swept his hand over Feng Bingwen. Feng Bingwen felt an irresistible, immense force surge towards him, and unable to resist, he could only lie back.
When Feng Bingwen's vision cleared, he found himself standing in a pavilion. Looking at the predominantly black furnishings, Feng Bingwen knew without guessing where he was—it must be inside the Netherworld Path.
What does this mean?
He had hoped to exchange a few words with the Pure Yang Dao Master, even if it was just to make the other party familiar with him, but he never expected to be swept away by someone's sleeve.
"My husband is busy; he doesn't have much time to waste on you. You should be grateful for this opportunity!"
The loud, boisterous sound of the Imperial Void Cauldron echoed in Feng Bingwen's mind. Away from that Dao Lord, the spirit artifact that had previously fawned over him like a lackey was now being raised again.
"Your master is already a figure standing at the pinnacle of immortality, what else does he need to do?"
"The pinnacle of immortality? That's only within this one world. You know that in the vast void beyond this world, there are many extraterrestrial beings eyeing it covetously!"
"I see!"
Feng Bingwen nodded thoughtfully. At the level of the Pure Yang Dao Master, even if he doesn't take action, others cannot ignore his presence and will take every move he makes seriously.
Even if the dragons don't ask the human race or other races for help, the most powerful beings in those races will still provide them with invisible assistance.
"By the way, what was so mysterious about the Dao Lord's finger strike just now?"
“My master chose you, not me. What’s so mysterious about it? You’ve experienced it for yourself, haven’t you? Why are you asking me these questions? I’m just an object.”
"No, I want to know if what I'm seeing is real?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but ask, "When you're in it, you don't feel anything, but after you leave and think about it carefully, you feel extremely terrified. It's like countless worlds floating in chaos, with worlds being born and destroyed every moment."
"Why don't you reach out and touch it? If that doesn't work, you can stab yourself twice. Once you feel the pain, you'll know what's real and what's fake!"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's question, the Imperial Void Immortal Cauldron lazily replied.
"You know that's not what I meant!"
Feng Bingwen's face darkened slightly. He earnestly sought advice, but this magical artifact seemed to be giving him the runaround.
"There's no difference, kid. I don't know what you saw, but I don't think you need to dwell on those things. Whether they're true or false, you can't verify them anyway. I'm just giving you a casual answer, what can you do about it?"
"You're right!"
Upon hearing about this magical artifact, Feng Bingwen had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Whether what he had just witnessed was real or merely a manifestation of Daoist magic, he had no power to investigate. He couldn't even see the Pure Yang Daoist Master again. Let alone the inconceivable spectacle of the endless cycle of birth and death of worlds.
"Didn't you say you've found your path? You're happy with the benefits you've gained, but the right path is to be down-to-earth!"
"..."
Once the magical artifact seized the opportunity to lecture him, Feng Bingwen fell silent. Who doesn't understand this principle? Why would he need someone to teach him? He was just temporarily shaken.
"My Way!"
Feng Bingwen disregarded the special nature of this place and sat down cross-legged to carefully organize his insights.
As for safety, Feng Bingwen didn't need to worry. The Pure Yang Dao Master should have already cleared up all the problems, otherwise he wouldn't have summoned such a low-level disciple like him.
After he escaped from that chaotic sea, he realized that what the Pure Yang Dao Master had said was true; he had indeed seen his Dao and knew how to break through to the Earth Immortal realm.
However, this method is not an ordinary method for breaking through to the Earth Immortal realm. There are no fewer than three hundred such methods in the Daoist Canon of the Supreme Dao, and disciples with suitable cultivation levels can freely peruse them.
What Feng Bingwen comprehended was the Earth Immortal method that truly suited him best, and he could even extend it further, naturally stepping into the Celestial Immortal realm and achieving the Dao Fruit of Longevity.
"The god who created the heavens and earth slew three thousand gods and demons, and could create the world!"
As he read this, Feng Bingwen opened his eyes, purple lightning flashed in them, and then a lively yet majestic Qilin leaped out from behind him, its gentle purple eyes meeting his gaze!
The young Taoist and Lei Qilin reflected each other's images in their eyes, and then both of them smiled, for whether it was Qilin or Feng Bingwen, they were both themselves.
"The method I've comprehended can evolve into a method of slaughter; by killing three thousand, one can become an Earth Immortal! However..."
Feng Bingwen's gaze was solemn. If he wanted to prove his Dao through killing, the difficulty would be extremely high. The number of three thousand could not be mediocre; they had to be beings at the same level as him. Otherwise, how could they benefit him, improve his cultivation, or even undergo a complete transformation?
However, such a method is too harsh; a slight misstep could lead to certain death. This goes against the original intention of the immortal path, which values life.
If you can't find it outside, look within yourself!
Feng Bingwen's gaze finally fell on his newly created second Dharma Image, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes. He then slowly shook his head.
"Three thousand Dharma forms! What a joke! Even Buddhist monks wouldn't boast like that!"
"But it's still a viable method!"
"Hey kid, what are you muttering about?"
Seeing that Feng Bingwen had broken out of his meditative state and summoned his second Dharma form, the Imperial Void Cauldron, it emerged from above his head and asked curiously.
"I'm thinking about how to break through to the Earth Immortal realm. What, do you have any advice for me?"
"No, instead of asking me, you might as well go and search the Daoist Canon. You don't need to go back to the Supreme Dao; just look in this Netherworld Dao. There's not much difference, and even if there is, it won't be by much!"
"That makes sense!"
Feng Bingwen stood up, then paused slightly before turning into light and heading towards the pavilion. He passed through the door as if it were nothing, transforming back into the young Taoist and landing outside the pavilion. There he saw a familiar immortal already waiting in the small square outside the pavilion.
"Immortal Lord Yingluo, how have you been?"
Upon seeing this familiar bearded immortal, Feng Bingwen smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, which was considered a formality.
"Feng Daozi!"
When Yingluo Immortal Lord arrived, he looked at Feng Bingwen with a slightly unnatural expression. After returning the greeting, he was about to say something when he saw Feng Bingwen suddenly raise his sleeves and shake out two wisps of gray-black smoke, which then transformed into two beautiful and charming female ghosts.
"I almost forgot, Senior Ying Luo, when I left, I took your maid with me. Now I'm returning her to her rightful owner!"
"master!"
"master!"
The two female ghost kings, who had been shaken out of Feng Bingwen's sleeves, couldn't help but shed tears when they saw their surroundings clearly, especially the burly figure they had longed for for so long. Icy tears slid down their cheeks.
They were trapped in Feng Bingwen's sleeve. Although they were no longer worried about their souls being scattered, Feng Bingwen used a supernatural power to capture them. No matter how weak it was, his own cultivation level was there. Under the suppression of his strength, they were trapped in the sleeve supernatural power and had no sense of the outside world. They didn't even have a direction. There was no sun, no moon, no light, and no darkness.
Fortunately, they were ghosts; otherwise, if they were ordinary mortals, living in such an environment for a long time without knowing when they could get out would probably have driven them to mental breakdown.
Even so, they were extremely uncomfortable inside. Now that they had come out and seen the master, they were naturally very excited and thrilled. However, they also saw the scene in front of them. After calling out, they stood obediently to the side, not daring to do anything rash.
"I must thank Feng Daozi for his righteous help this time!"
Seeing that the Ghost King's maid, whom he had painstakingly trained, was still alive, Ying Luoxian's expression, which had been somewhat strange, immediately softened. He raised his hand to bow again and express his gratitude. In any case, he still had to accept this favor.
"It was nothing, just a small favor. Immortal Lord Yingluo need not worry about it!"
Feng Bingwen said very politely.
"For Feng Daozi, it may just be a casual act, but for my two maids, it's a matter of their souls being scattered!"
Yingluo Immortal Master knew perfectly well what would have happened to these two maids if this Taoist priest hadn't taken them away. He had already gone back to check on that cave dwelling, and not a single broken brick or tile was left for him.
"It's nothing. I still had to trouble these two to serve me while I was reading the Daoist scriptures in your library, senior."
"This is their good fortune!"
That's true!
Feng Bingwen smiled and then waved his hand again, revealing a passage connecting to the blessed land.
Because Feng Bingwen directly opened the passage connecting the two places, Immortal Lord Yingluo could see over a hundred Netherworld Dao disciples standing, sitting, or lying on the desolate floating island.
Those disciples of the Netherworld Path who had not yet begun to cultivate their inner energy could also see Immortal Lord Yingluo, an immortal with a distinct Netherworld Path style.
"Come out, all of you! Your sects are safe now!"
Feng Bingwen transmitted his voice to the hundred or so cultivators.
The cultivators who were meditating or recuperating were also awakened from their meditation, and they all opened their eyes and looked in the direction where the passage had opened.
However, after listening to Feng Bingwen's words, they looked at each other in bewilderment, and for a moment, no one made a move.
This made Immortal Lord Yingluo, who had specifically sought out Feng Bingwen, feel extremely embarrassed. However, he could understand the thoughts of his disciples. After all, Youming had revealed this matter and witnessed the death of his relatives and friends, so it was inevitable that he would have some doubts.
“An ancient demon, disguised as a human, lurked within my Netherworld Path. Today, it caused chaos and many tragedies. However, you disciples need not worry, for this demon has now been slain. From now on, you can cultivate in peace, and such calamities will not occur again.”
"It is Immortal Lord Yingluo who speaks."
To give a brief explanation of what happened at the mountain gate, which almost led to death, we should grant the right to know, but there's no need to go into any more detail.
For example, the so-called ancient blood demon, which human was it disguised as, and who ultimately killed it and quelled the turmoil—these are things that ordinary disciples do not need to know.
Feng Bingwen listened intently from the side, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
He had a general idea of the whole story, but he wasn't entirely clear on the specifics, since he hadn't witnessed it firsthand and the information he received was from multiple sources.
"This is your Netherworld Dao's Immortal Lord Ying Luo, an Earth Immortal. He has come to me specifically to guide you back. You need not worry. If he has any ill intentions, I cannot protect you!"
Feng Bingwen explained it this way.
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of Netherworld Path disciples who had been somewhat hesitant became calm. Some of them even walked towards the portal that Feng Bingwen had opened with expressions of resignation to their fate.
"Feng Daozi, what are you saying?"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the already rugged-looking Immortal Lord Yingluo's expression darkened further. What did he mean by "he had malicious intentions"?
"The one who caused the turmoil in my Netherworld is an ancient demon, while I am a pure and upright human immortal. I am too busy protecting my own disciples to harbor any evil intentions."
"Senior, please forgive me!"
Feng Bingwen smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.
"But if I hadn't said these words, you disciples would probably still be lingering in this dilapidated blessed land of mine, unwilling to come out!"
This is only natural. After all, these Netherworld Path disciples have gone through such an incident, and those who survived will naturally have doubts about the sect.
No one wants to go through the same thing again. Some disciples of the Netherworld Path might even want to find an opportunity to switch sects. However, doing so is extremely difficult unless one is willing to cripple their own cultivation.
Even if they cannot leave the sect, these ordinary disciples will probably find a suitable excuse to leave the sect and dare not stay here any longer.
These are all unavoidable things. Even after becoming a cultivator, one still has the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.
Such things can only be slowly repaired and mended by the passage of time in the Netherworld Path. As for this generation of disciples, once they have experienced it, they will inevitably be wary of it.
"Then I really have to thank Feng Daozi!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Immortal Lord Yingluo was at a loss for words. After all, this Daoist had not only saved his maidservant but also so many disciples, which was a considerable favor for both himself and the Netherworld Dao.
"I wonder if there's anything you'd like, son?"
"I want to enter the Daoist Treasury Hall and read the methods for advancing to Earth Immortal!"
Feng Bingwen naturally made his request.
"The method to advance to the Earth Immortal realm?"
Immortal Lord Yingluo looked puzzled. Such a method was naturally extremely precious to rogue cultivators, who would even be willing to risk their lives to obtain it. However, for this disciple of the Supreme Dao, it was as easy as he wanted to see as much as he wanted.
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