Herod~
The neighing of the celestial horse echoed in the sky. A long moon hung in the sky, and a white ribbon stretched across the night sky and starry sea. It looked as if it was about to collide with a towering mountain, but then the white ribbon turned and immediately went around it.
However, before the young Taoist on the heavenly horse could recover, he saw towering mountains appear before him. These were left by the Supreme Taoist Ancestor. On the beautiful mountains, a divine rainbow hung in the sky, purple qi rose, and auspicious qi drifted, forming a dragon and a tiger.
Under normal circumstances, upon seeing such a fairyland scene, Feng Bingwen would naturally not mind sitting on a cloud and appreciating it properly. However, at this moment, he was riding a celestial horse at breakneck speed through it, and a slight misstep would result in a collision.
If they were to collide, it would be a question of who is tougher, the mountain or the man. If it were an ordinary mountain, Feng Bingwen would naturally be full of confidence and dare to pat his chest and say that his body is tougher.
But this is the gate of the Supreme Dao. Legend has it that long ago, this was a desolate place with depleted spiritual energy and broken dragon veins. It was the Supreme Dao Ancestor who slaughtered more than a dozen innate gods and demons and used their blood and bones to nourish this region, which is why it has the appearance it has today.
If it were to crash directly into them, Feng Bingwen felt that it would be his body that would most likely be torn to pieces, rather than these magnificent, towering mountains.
Fortunately, Feng Bingwen had already adapted to the extreme speed of the celestial horse he was riding. Under his control, the chosen celestial horse traversed through mountains and rivers without crashing into any of them.
This was an exhilarating experience for Feng Bingwen, because even cultivators would choose to fly at such a speed in an unobstructed, empty sky.
For cultivators, Feng Bingwen's actions are a path to death, not the conduct expected of a true cultivator. The vast majority of cultivators seek immortality through their practice.
"Junior brother, you're too slow!"
When Feng Bingwen rode his celestial horse to the agreed destination, he saw a beautiful female cultivator with an elegant demeanor, dressed in simple yet capable robes, quietly waiting for him on the mountaintop.
"Yes, Senior Sister, I lost!"
Feng Bingwen smiled and readily admitted that the celestial horse he was riding was provided by the senior sister in front of him.
"When did you lose?"
Senior Sister Song looked at Feng Bingwen with a surprised expression, seemingly not understanding why he would say such a thing.
"Senior sister arrived here before me, so naturally I lost."
"Junior brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you hear what I said before? If you can finish the race, then I'll consider it a loss!"
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Feng Bingwen couldn't help but twitch his lips. Good heavens, this senior sister was even more absurd, directly determining his victory based on the rules, giving him no chance to refuse.
"Senior sister, did you say that?"
Didn't I say that?
Senior Sister Song asked in return.
"I have absolutely no recollection of it!"
"That means you didn't hear it, junior brother. It doesn't matter if you didn't hear it. All you need to know is that you won this match."
"Senior sister, that's not true! You were at least with me once!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't hold back any longer. These senior disciples were all going too far. Not only did they not fight him seriously, but they also came up with all sorts of strange and bizarre fighting methods. Before he could even react, they inexplicably declared him the winner.
"Since you insist, junior brother, then I will grant your wish!"
After hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Song Zhenchuan pondered for a moment and nodded. Such behavior was indeed a bit excessive.
"Senior sister, please!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen eagerly extended his hand to challenge him. Apart from having actually fought with Senior Sister Luo Lingxiao, all the other disciples had been taken away by others, and he had won by chance.
"Um!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Senior Sister Song showed no politeness whatsoever. She pointed a finger to the sky, and instantly the celestial phenomena changed. The bright moon vanished, the stars disappeared, and boundless light filled the universe.
Legal domain!
Seeing the changing world before his eyes, Feng Bingwen was not surprised at all.
This is the true value of the Supreme Dao's teachings. Any one of them can cultivate to the Dharma Domain. As long as they survive the Human Immortal Tribulation and have enough time to accumulate, becoming an Earth Immortal is almost a certainty.
yawenba.
Such a person, if placed in other Daoist sects, would at least be a Daoist Child, and even if not, would enjoy corresponding treatment.
Of course, the treatment of the true disciples of the Supreme Dao is top-notch in this world. Otherwise, these senior brothers and sisters would not have bothered to compete for the position of Dao Child. There is no need for them. The cave dwellings assigned to them by the sect have enough output to meet their daily cultivation needs.
"Junior brother, take this!"
Since it was a duel between fellow disciples, the exceptionally talented Senior Sister Song greeted Feng Bingwen before making her move. With a flick of her finger, boundless radiance gathered at her fingertip, and in an instant, Feng Bingwen's vision was filled with a white haze.
"Good timing!"
A vast little world loomed behind Feng Bingwen, only a corner of its light and shadow visible. The power emanating from it was enough to protect Feng Bingwen from the suppression of the domain, and he could freely draw spiritual energy from it without worrying about the consumption of his magic power.
A halberd appeared in Feng Bingwen's hand, crackling with lightning and blessed with divine light. In Feng Bingwen's dantian, his golden core shone brightly, and his magical power surged like a tide, pouring into this divine weapon without reservation.
boom!
Feng Bingwen showed no restraint whatsoever, throwing the divine weapon weighing 3,600 jin directly into the air.
Pfft!
The light emanating from that domain greatly restricted Feng Bingwen's eyesight and divine sense, but even so, Feng Bingwen still heard the sound of blood spurting out from his attack.
Before he could react, he sensed the magic domain that isolated heaven and earth and imprisoned the spiritual energy of a certain area beginning to collapse and crumble. When everything returned to normal, what appeared before him was a female cultivator lying on the ground, coughing up blood.
"Senior Sister Song!"
Upon seeing the unexpected yet reasonable scene before him, Feng Bingwen frowned deeply, but showed no anxiety or worry whatsoever.
"Junior brother, I have lost!"
"Senior sister, this is too much! At least fight me for three hundred rounds!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but complain, completely ignoring the pitiful appearance of his senior sister. If it were the first time, he could let it go, but how many times had these true disciples used such methods to deal with him? He wouldn't be fooled by them again.
"No time!"
"..."
"Alright, Junior Brother Feng, you should be satisfied now. Go find Senior Brother Lin. If you're still not satisfied, you can have a battle with him. That senior brother is one of the few cultivators in the sect who practices the sword!"
Senior Sister Song, who looked extremely weak, urged.
"Senior sister, I'm not satisfied!"
Feng Bingwen remained unmoved. His trip was indeed to pursue the position of Dao Child, but he also had another, more important consideration: to hone his combat skills.
After all, once he becomes the rightful heir to the Dao, he will have to prepare to go to the land of demons and monsters beyond the Nine Continents of the human race. At that time, conflict and battles will be inevitable.
Rather than risking death and engaging in bloody battles with demons at that time, it's better to exchange and spar with fellow disciples now. At worst, you'll get injured, but you're unlikely to lose your life.
"So what do you want?"
Senior Sister Song frowned. The reason she was willing to fight this junior brother was because he satisfied her desire to compete with others in horsemanship.
However, in this aspect, this junior brother was a little incompetent and did not give her enough enjoyment. But this cannot be blamed on him. After all, it was their first time meeting, so it is understandable that he was a little unfamiliar with her. With more training in the future, he will be able to compete with her.
"Senior sister, do you know the purpose of my trip?"
"The right way!"
This matter was common knowledge among the small group of true disciples of the Supreme Dao. For these disciples who wanted to slack off, having someone want to become a Daoist disciple was something they couldn't ask for.
Because under normal circumstances, if the position of true successor is vacant, it's no big deal.
However, in an emergency, such as when the Golden Crow Clan sent out half-demons and someone was needed to step forward to fight and boost the morale of the human race, a Supreme Daoist must step forward.
If no one wants to be the Dao Child, then the Dao Master should step forward. If the Dao Master appoints someone, then there is no right to refuse. The Dao Child will have to accept the position whether they want to or not.
"Does Senior Sister know why I have taken the position of Dao Child?"
"I don't know!"
"Someone once told me that if Kou can go, so can I. A mere half-demon dares to enter my human race's Nine Provinces, stirring up trouble and causing many cultivators to feel resentful."
Though I am not talented, I am willing to go with others to the realm of demons and monsters, to show those arrogant demons with their superior bloodlines what they are made of, and to let them know that humans are not to be trifled with!
These words were spoken with righteous indignation and powerful conviction, almost moving even Feng Bingwen himself.
However, he quickly remembered that his condition for agreeing to go outside the Nine Provinces was that he could bring along enough powerful human beings to protect him and ensure his safety.
He also planned to accumulate merits when he went beyond the Nine Provinces, since all the merits he had accumulated in the Heavenly Book were passively increased.
However, this senior sister was unaware of his plans and schemes. Therefore, when he said these words, the already imposing female cultivator was immediately moved.
"Junior brother!"
"Please teach me, senior sister, what is the Dharma Domain?"
Feng Bingwen earnestly sought instruction. Although he possessed the Youthful Blessed Land and was unafraid of the suppression of the Law Domain, the Law Domain represented a Yuan Dan cultivator's understanding of the Dao and the Law, which was essential to learn.
Even if a blessed land is excellent and has great potential for future development, it is still an external thing. It can be used to enhance one's own foundation, but it cannot be used as the foundation for cultivation, relied upon, or used to avoid learning the true Dharma.
"With such noble character from my junior brother, how could I possibly be stingy?"
Senior Sister Song looked righteous. She stood up from the ground, and the blood foam at the corner of her mouth had disappeared without a trace. In an instant, she regained the demeanor and bearing that a true disciple of the Dao Sect should have.
"Junior Brother Feng, please enter my domain!"
Despite their tendency to slack off, once they were recognized as true disciples of the Supreme Dao, they were still clear-headed when it came to important matters. When Feng Bingwen revealed his purpose, this senior sister's attitude changed drastically.
"good!"
Feng Bingwen stepped inside with a joyful expression. He stayed there for ten days, and on the eleventh day, he walked out with a radiant face and a happy expression, looking extremely satisfied.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister Song. I will always remember your kindness and will repay you in the future!"
Before leaving, Feng Bingwen bowed and thanked the female cultivator who was standing in mid-air. A cultivator showing his cultivation results to another person without reservation is a relationship that even a master and disciple could not be more sincere.
"If you're so inclined, junior brother, then kill a few more demons. Of course, if you have the chance, also help me choose a few mounts. I cultivate and seek the Dao, and occasionally use them to relax my mind!"
"yes."
Feng Bingwen noted down the senior sister's request, then turned and took his leave.
Finally, he sought out the last true disciple, a valiant young man surnamed Lin.
This is a cultivator who practiced swordsmanship in the Supreme Dao Sect, which advocates tranquility, inaction, and following the natural way, and thus obtained a seat of true succession. Logically speaking, such a cultivator should not mind being a true successor.
However, this Lin Zhenchuan, like his fellow disciples, was unwilling to become a Dao Child. But unlike the other disciples, this disciple felt that he was not qualified to become a Dao Child.
“I was once defeated by Senior Brother Zhao’s sword. Even though he has retired, how could a cultivator like me be qualified to inherit the position he left behind? I do not have such talent.”
"Senior brother is too modest!"
Surrounded by the Xuan Yin Seven Kill Swords, Feng Bingwen, who was battling his senior brother who was controlling the sword formation in front of him, responded.
If you only listened to their conversation, you might think they were two very close fellow disciples, just chatting casually.
But in reality, the two were locked in a fierce battle, their sword energy crisscrossing and their sword light sharp, seemingly capable of tearing apart heaven and earth and shattering the void. This battle was more intense and dangerous than any of Feng Bingwen's previous duels.
Because this senior brother was truly giving it his all in the magical duel with him, without holding back or putting on any act.
It's unclear whether it was because Feng Bingwen explained his reasons for vying for the position of Daozi that this last true disciple didn't hold back.
Regardless of the reason, Feng Bingwen was extremely satisfied with the current situation. Only through combat could he understand his growth and changes in all aspects after his advancement in the shortest possible time.
This battle lasted even longer, a full thirty days, a full month.
It wasn't that Feng Bingwen and this true disciple of swordsmanship were evenly matched and locked in a fierce and agonizing battle; rather, it was that this last true disciple was acting as Feng Bingwen's sparring partner, feeding him moves.
Feng Bingwen was well aware of this, because after an hour of fighting, he noticed something was wrong. His senior brother had been maintaining his offensive power at a level that was roughly equal to his own.
His sword aura was sharp, and Senior Brother Lin's sword light also became stronger. He was always able to neutralize Feng Bingwen's killing moves at just the right time, while leaving him enough room to counterattack.
This allowed Feng Bingwen to quickly understand the flaws in his moves, and at the same time, to make attempts and changes.
However, no matter how powerful his sword light was, it could not surpass the senior brother in front of him.
It was a very subtle feeling. Fighting with this senior brother always gave Feng Bingwen the illusion that if he were just a little stronger, he could win.
No matter how much he improved, even if his sword energy doubled every ten days, he couldn't make that senior brother show any signs of weakness.
That calm and composed demeanor allowed Feng Bingwen to witness the true strength of the Supreme Dao's disciples, and also made him realize just how outstanding his master had been back then.
Looking at the world, his innate Five Elements Dao Body is also a first-class and powerful physique, but this does not mean that after he forms the Golden Core and reaches the same level as the true disciples, he will be able to crush them with overwhelming force. He still lacks such accumulation.
This is the true teaching of the Supreme Dao. Every one of them is destined to become a Human Immortal, with at least a 70% chance of opening up a blessed land and achieving the status of an Earth Immortal. As for Heavenly Immortals, they also have a considerable chance.
The longevity and freedom that Feng Bingwen pursued were goals that could be achieved with enough time to accumulate knowledge and experience, not unattainable dreams.
Clang~
With a sword's cry, the Xuan Yin White Bone Sword flew backward and landed in Feng Bingwen's hand. After thirty days of honing his skills, Feng Bingwen had lost his otherworldly aura and instead became as sharp and intimidating as his senior brother Lin, who was opposite him, like a drawn immortal sword that made people afraid to get close.
"Alright, that's enough!"
Just as Feng Bingwen was holding the Xuan Yin Seven Kill Sword and subconsciously preparing to unleash a sword-based killing move, he saw his senior brother opposite him sheath his sword and stand there. Feng Bingwen immediately sheathed his sword. At this moment, he was able to circulate his magical power freely without any obstruction.
"I am the final test. Although you are still a bit lacking compared to your master, your aptitude is already sufficient. Go back to your master and ask him to take you to find the Dao Master. You are qualified to become the Dao Child of the Supreme Dao. Once you leave the mountain gate, do not bring shame or disgrace to the Dao Sect."
"yes!"
Faced with such comments that sounded like those of a mentor, Feng Bingwen showed no anger whatsoever, remaining completely respectful.
What kind of spirit is this? And what a great favor it is that a cultivator who had never met before and was completely unfamiliar with the sect member willingly served as a sparring partner and target for a month simply because of their shared sect affiliation?
Go!
A magnificent sword light soared into the sky, the most dazzling light Feng Bingwen had ever seen in his life. The light was so strong that it tore through the void, and the dark cracks were terrifying in Feng Bingwen's eyes.
"The sword cleaves the void, the power of an immortal!"
Seeing the void rift that only existed for a moment, Feng Bingwen knew perfectly well that his senior brother was showing him his true strength, a sword capable of slaying immortals.
"Go back and find your master!"
After a moment of silence, Feng Bingwen turned and flew towards the cave where his master was.
---Aside---
I've experienced dizziness and lightheadedness after taking the medication for the past three days.
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