Ouch!
As soon as Feng Bingwen finished speaking, the young Taoist priest, who had been sitting cross-legged on the rock, serene and otherworldly, with his sleeves fluttering as if he might ride the wind away at any moment, suddenly fell backward, clutching his forehead and crying out in pain. He was extremely disheveled and miserable.
Normally, even if Feng Bingwen's head had been struck by a magical weapon, it wouldn't have resulted in this. Although his cultivation path was extremely smooth, he had also suffered quite a bit along the way. He had also studied martial arts classics, which were like being tortured in purgatory.
He wasn't a delicate flower in a greenhouse; even with broken bones and torn tendons, he could remain unfazed. Yet now, he was perfectly unharmed, without a single bruise or bleeding, but he lay supine on the rocks, screaming and groaning in agony.
"Lord Dao, please show mercy!"
Feng Bingwen naturally knew that he had just let himself go and spoke to his Dao Master in a teasing tone, which resulted in this calamity. Although he appeared to be unharmed, he was in unbearable pain.
"I have been feeling restless and lonely lately. If that old golden crow on the Fusang tree were to visit me, that would be perfect. If he comes, we can drink tea and discuss the Dao for a hundred years."
It was merely an outline, its features indistinct, yet it possessed a natural flow of Daoist aura that seemed to transcend time and space, dominating a single realm. The Daoist Master's voice was extremely calm, as if he had not been offended.
As soon as the sound rang out, the pain that even the Supreme Daoist Master Feng Bingwen had to beg for mercy from lessened, and he slowly sat up, rubbing his forehead and covering his head.
"A century of discussing tea and philosophy?"
Hearing his Dao Master's calm yet astonishing tone, Feng Bingwen pondered for a moment and felt a chill run down his spine, followed by a look of awe.
This sounds quite normal. For a celestial immortal who has attained immortality, a hundred years is but a fleeting moment. For a mortal, a lifetime is perhaps just playing a game of chess or drinking a cup of tea.
There seems to be no problem, but upon closer examination, if this were to actually happen, it would likely trigger a catastrophe affecting several continents, causing widespread fear.
Who is the current Demon Emperor of the Golden Crow Clan? He is the youngest offspring of the first emperor born during the creation of the world, a true imperial son, one of the most outstanding beings in the world, and the ancient ancestor of the Golden Crow Clan, the symbol of this clan.
If such an existence were kept by the Supreme Daoist Master and allowed to drink his tea for a hundred years, the Golden Crow Clan would probably go mad.
After all, that Demon Emperor wasn't some rogue cultivator; he didn't have such leisure time to squander. He was someone who could lead a clan, and there were many things that needed him to handle and make decisions.
If they were trapped within the gates of the Supreme Dao and unable to escape for a hundred years, even if they could make a sound and transmit their will, it would cause enormous and unpredictable waves.
"The Dao Lord is mighty!"
With just a slight association, Feng Bingwen felt his emotions surging and he could hardly calm down.
If this were to happen, it would mean one thing—the Supreme Dao Lord could suppress the Demon Emperor at any time. This would be far more effective in boosting the morale and spirit of the human race than for these prodigies to unite and fight to the death in the demon territory.
"Don't overthink it. That old golden crow has survived almost since the ancient times. He values his life more than you think. Even if he were to visit, he would probably only send an avatar, or at most a physical body. His true body would never set foot in the mountain gate."
As if he could see through Feng Bingwen's thoughts at a glance, the Supreme Dao Master, whose outline was merely a silhouette, spoke. His will descended upon this world, yet it was in harmony with all things, without emitting the slightest fluctuation.
Apart from Feng Bingwen, no other living being knew that the Supreme Dao Lord had descended upon the demon realm at this time, because they could not sense anything.
If someone were to observe from nearby, they would likely assume that the Supreme Daoist Master was talking to himself and would not be able to see the outline created by the Supreme Daoist Master using spiritual energy.
"That's so cowardly!"
The scenes that Feng Bingwen had imagined collapsed and shattered, and he couldn't help but complain.
"The immortal path values life, and the more ancient it is, the more it cherishes its life. I would be the same. If that old golden crow invited me into Tang Valley, I would only send a avatar; my true body would never set foot there."
"What a pity!"
Feng Bingwen could only sigh at this moment, feeling extremely regretful. If his Dao Lord could imprison a Demon Emperor, it was unimaginable how much turmoil it would cause.
"Alright, put away your distracting thoughts. The human race doesn't yet have the strength to sweep across the world. Don't let those guys influence you too much. You need to have your own opinions!"
It seemed that nothing Feng Bingwen did could escape the eyes of the Supreme Dao Master, who reminded Feng Bingwen.
Do you desire immortality and carefree existence, or do you yearn to conquer the world?
"Of course, it's about pursuing immortality and roaming freely between heaven and earth!"
Feng Bingwen answered without hesitation that this had always been his goal and had never changed.
"Judging from your words and actions, that's not the case. You seem to prefer conquering this world to living a carefree and immortal life!"
"Why do you say this, Dao Lord?"
Feng Bingwen immediately retorted, saying that he really had no interest in conquering the world; there were too many troublesome things to deal with, and he didn't want to take on so much responsibility.
What is the purpose of your trip?
"Refine yourself, enhance your inner strength, and prepare for attaining the Dao of Immortality!"
"Is that so? But I've heard that you've gathered so many little ones to boost the morale of the human race!"
"Lord Dao, if I were born in the ancient times when the human race had not yet risen and could only struggle to survive, I would not talk about being carefree or thinking about immortality. I would only pick up my sword and fight for the human race."
Upon hearing the Daoist Master's repeated questions, Feng Bingwen naturally knew that he couldn't fool him, so he frankly revealed his thoughts.
"Um!"
"But I was born in this era. The human race has occupied the Nine Provinces, and the trend is already established. They don't need another one like me, Feng Bingwen. It is the time to pursue immortality and carefree life!"
Why is that?
"If I were born in ancient times, what would it matter if I became an immortal? Those ancient powerful clans would probably only see me, a human immortal, as food. There would be no carefree life. The only option would be to fight with the sword in my hand."
Feng Bingwen articulated his thoughts in a very organized manner.
"Now, even with a mere Yuan Dan cultivation level, I dare to travel across continents and challenge those powerful clans that have inherited their lineage from the ancient times, to fight against their descendants at the same level, because I come from the human race, a powerful clan that they have to look up to, or even look up to!"
Only when the human race lives forever will I be able to live a carefree life after I attain immortality!
"Um!"
After listening to Feng Bingwen's words, the Supreme Dao Master nodded. Suddenly, two beams of light shot out from the figure that was only a blurry outline, and he asked again.
"Only when your race is strong can you be carefree. But that is a minor path. Only your own strength is the foundation. If you were like the Supreme Daoist, could you capture gods and demons alive? Even if the human race is weak and becomes food for all races, so what? You can still be carefree."
"I am a human, and that cannot be changed. If I truly possessed the strength of a Dao Venerable and still stood by and watched humanity decline, I might as well have severed myself from this world. What face would I have left to claim supremacy in this world!"
Feng Bingwen stood tall and spoke his mind frankly; these were his thoughts and ideas, all of which came from the bottom of his heart.
"Hmm, not bad!"
After hearing what Feng Bingwen said, only an outline appeared, but a pair of eyes emerged from the head, and the figure with a long beard became more clearly visible.
Finally, Feng Bingwen saw the appearance of this Supreme Dao Master. He did not have an earth-shattering and majestic appearance. He was just a middle-aged Daoist with a refined and scholarly air. His appearance was only somewhat handsome and could not be described as amazing.
At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but after gazing at it for a while, Feng Bingwen saw chaos surging, then splitting, evolving into Yin and Yang, then differentiating into the Five Elements, evolving into all things in the heavens, and finally everything collapsed and returned to chaos.
With just a fleeting glimpse, Feng Bingwen felt a sharp pain between his brows, as if it were about to explode, because what he saw was beyond his current level of cultivation, and thus he was about to suffer a calamity.
"Good eye, but unfortunately, sometimes seeing too much isn't necessarily a good thing!"
The seemingly refined and easy-going middle-aged Taoist smiled and then gently tapped his forehead. Feng Bingwen felt a warm, strange power emerge from between his eyebrows, smoothing out the pain that was about to damage his soul.
"Thank you for your kindness, Dao Master!"
Feng Bingwen bowed deeply, showing his respect, because although the scene he had just witnessed was extremely brief, the benefits it brought him were immense.
That was the scene of chaotic evolution, the path he should pursue and tread in the future. The Dao Lord in front of him deliberately appeared to guide him in the direction he was heading. Although he might not follow it, it was still a reference.
"This is what you deserve. If you're so interested, don't just sit here daydreaming and thinking about nonsense. Go and fight those powerful demons and get some exercise!"
siluke.
"I will obey the decree of the Daoist Master!"
Feng Bingwen bowed respectfully, his attitude many times better than before. There was no way around it; this Dao Lord had given him far too much. That one glance from him was no less than a world-shaking ancient scripture.
"You little rascal, go ahead! Do whatever you want without any worries, and don't embarrass yourself by disgracing the Taishangdao!"
Whether it was a misperception or not, the Daoist Master's tone seemed much gentler and more casual at this moment, like an uncle addressing a younger relative.
"yes!"
"I will await the arrival of that old golden crow's incarnation. To be honest, I am very much looking forward to it!"
As soon as those words fell, the outline drawn by spiritual energy collapsed and the increasingly clear figure disappeared, returning to the most primitive and pure spiritual energy. Then it wrapped around Feng Bingwen's body, attracted by his innate Dao body, wanting to merge into his body and become a part of him.
"Did I pass the test?"
Having been enlightened by his own Dao Master and seeing a broad and prosperous path, Feng Bingwen stood in place, muttering to himself.
When he first went to pay his respects to this Dao Lord, he didn't even see what this top-tier being in the world looked like. But now, after just a few questions and answers, the Dao Lord appeared and bestowed upon him a great fortune.
"It must be, otherwise their attitude wouldn't have suddenly become so much better!"
Feng Bingwen was quite certain of this; his answer should be in line with the wishes of that Supreme Daoist Master.
"It seems that, just as I thought, the Supreme Dao is not as transcendent as I imagined!"
The young Taoist smiled, not to belittle his own sect, but because he realized that this sect, which seemed extremely otherworldly to ordinary cultivators, actually cared about the human race in the way most cultivators would.
If you were to ask any cultivator, their impression of the Supreme Dao cultivators would generally be that they are like dragons, elusive and otherworldly, extremely rare in the world, even matching the common mortals' impression of immortals, living apart from the world.
In reality, the Supreme Dao has never truly transcended the human race. They have never thought of separating themselves from the human race. In fact, it can be said that this is the immortal sect that cares most about the human race.
Considering the deeds of that Supreme Daoist Master, examining the actions of the previous Supreme Daoist Child, and reflecting on the attitude of the Supreme Daoist Master just now, we can basically determine the tone.
"That's really great!"
Feng Bingwen was very satisfied; only a sect like this could give people a sense of belonging. However, after confirming this, other doubts arose in his mind.
What are the immortals of the Supreme Dao doing?
It is common knowledge that the Supreme Dao has few members, but having few members does not mean having weak strength. No living being would doubt the Supreme Dao's advantage at the high level.
Many human cultivators believe that while the Supreme Dao may have the fewest disciples, it has the most Celestial Immortals and those above them among all human sects.
So, the question arises: what are all these celestial beings doing, given that they highly agree with and conform to the concepts of the Supreme Dao?
What could possibly warrant their seclusion for so many years? As a result, the outside world often overlooks the Supreme Dao, even regarding this immortal sect as a legend.
If even one celestial being from the Supreme Dao were out there, the Supreme Dao wouldn't be so little discussed.
However, no, occasionally disciples of the Supreme Dao would appear in the mortal world, but above the immortals, they were almost never heard of. It was difficult to find their traces in the Nine Continents of the human race, and no one knew what they were doing.
"It seems my reputation as a Taoist master is undeserved!"
Thoughts surged through his mind, and many questions arose, but Feng Bingwen could not find the answers, as he knew absolutely nothing about his own sect.
At the very least, he didn't know what his immortals were doing. It's impossible that they were all comprehending the Great Dao. It's not like they were cultivating some kind of Supreme Forgetfulness Record. Cultivating immortality wouldn't turn you into a stone, would it?
"I'll find out someday!"
Feng Bingwen encouraged himself. He had already been acknowledged by the Dao Lord. This trip back might allow him to learn some secrets of the sect. If all else failed, he could ask his master. It seemed that his master had not moved for a long time after becoming an immortal.
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