"Have we arrived?"
Feng Bingwen slapped away a group of ghosts gathered together, destroyed a ghost nest, and then a perfectly round black cocoon dripped out from it. He then drew a three-foot-long sword and gently slashed it. A seemingly weak and boneless figure fell out of the sword, emitting a faint, almost nonexistent life force.
"Another one!"
After glancing at the Netherworld Dao female cultivator who had survived until now by feigning death and hiding in the ghost's lair, Feng Bingwen had no intention of waking her up or communicating with her. He casually shoved a stream of pure Yi Wood Qi into her body and then threw her into the blessed land, where the group of Netherworld Dao disciples he had rescued would help take care of her.
When did this happen?
How would I know?
The Imperial Void Cauldron replied irritably, then seemed somewhat uncertain.
"Was it around the time I asked you if you wanted to become the Lord of the Underworld?"
"So you're just talking nonsense to me? And if you already sensed it, why didn't you tell me? You made me live on tenterhooks the whole time!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen immediately started cursing again. If he had known there was a powerful figure above him, he wouldn't have been so cautious and would have had to constantly restrain his power to avoid attracting a powerful Nether Beast that he couldn't handle.
"What's there to talk to you about? I see you're having a good time killing people here, right? It's good that you're wary. So what if my master is here? He's busy fighting right now and doesn't have the energy to deal with you!"
"So what's the situation now? Have all the immortals in the Netherworld been suppressed?"
Feng Bingwen hurriedly pressed for an answer. Despite all the trouble he had gone through, if the powerful figure from the Supreme Dao didn't step in, he would still be stuck in the same situation, and all his efforts would have been in vain.
"What's the rush? They're still locked in a battle of magic. But I can tell you definitively that even if my master can't quell the Netherworld Path, he can still retreat with ease!"
The Imperial Void Immortal Cauldron spoke with absolute certainty.
Where do you get such confidence?
Feng Bingwen was immediately puzzled. The Pure Yang Dao Master was renowned and was no ordinary person at his level. But if one's cultivation had reached that level, would there be any mediocre people among them?
That's impossible. Whether it's one against two or three, Feng Bingwen would have full confidence in this Dao Lord. But how could the Netherworld Dao only have two or three Golden Immortals? The foundation of a great immortal sect determined to open up the Netherworld is not that shallow.
"It's not that I'm confident, it's that Master brought the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation with him!"
"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!?"
Feng Bingwen's eyes widened. This was a legendary sword formation even for immortals. Within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, immortality was a joke.
"Good! It's already set up there. If my senses are correct, one of the old guys should be gone!"
What does "gone" mean?
Feng Bingwen's breathing became somewhat heavy.
"Once it's gone, it's gone. It vanishes without a trace in this world."
"this……"
Feng Bingwen was deeply shocked, but couldn't help asking another question.
Was the one killed by the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation a Golden Immortal?
"Of course, if she were a celestial being, my master would have just slapped her across the face. Why bother with all that trouble?"
"So even Golden Immortals can perish; ten thousand years of arduous cultivation, all for naught in a single day!"
Upon receiving this news, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but feel a little sad, his emotions a mixture of excitement and exhilaration.
It's roughly a case of "the rabbit mourns the fox's death," or "things of the same kind grieve for each other."
A cultivator who had gone far on the path of cultivation and even touched the pinnacle of this world fell.
This was extremely shocking for Feng Bingwen, who was only at the Dongxuan Realm at the moment. When he first started cultivating, his goal for himself was only to become a Celestial Immortal. He wanted to achieve the Dao Fruit of Longevity, which would fulfill his wish to travel to Cangwu in the morning and the Canghai Sea in the evening.
But now, Feng Bingwen suddenly realized that even Golden Immortals, who are one level above Celestial Immortals, can perish and face calamities, and cannot escape them either.
Compared to this, the Celestial Immortal status he pursued was nothing. Facing the supreme power in the world, judging from the meaning in the words of the Imperial Void Cauldron, it was nothing more than a slap in the face.
"Young Feng, what are you thinking about? Why did you suddenly become so depressed? There are still disciples of the Netherworld Path waiting for you to rescue them. Hurry up and save them to complete your plan."
Then you can use your status as a human immortal to control the Netherworld Path. Just imagine how prestigious that would be! Even looking back ten thousand years, or even ten thousand years into the future, perhaps no cultivator like you will ever appear again.
Perhaps because he knew that his backer was right above him, the Imperial Void Cauldron was particularly excited and urged Feng Bingwen to join him.
"I'm pondering immortality! How can one truly achieve eternal life?"
"True immortality? Kid, what nonsense are you spouting? If you want to achieve immortality, just cultivate step by step to become a Celestial Immortal, honestly endure the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, and then you can prepare to advance to the Golden Immortal realm!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the Imperial Void Immortal Cauldron responded with a hint of annoyance.
"But to your master, cultivating to the level of a Celestial Immortal and achieving so-called immortality is just a matter of a slap. What's the use of cultivating such immortality?"
"Don't talk to me like that. When you return to your sect, find your master and a few fellow disciples to discuss this. I think your master should give you a good slap so you'll understand the use of a celestial being's immortality!"
"My master might not be a match for me!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but stroke his chin, then asked somewhat uncertainly.
"Tsk, kid, you're getting cocky!"
"It's just a fact!"
"You'd better remember that. Don't blame me if I complain to your master later!"
"Don't be a disgrace!"
"I am but an object, not a person!"
"Pooh!"
"Alright, now that you've recovered, hurry up and save people. Stop being so sentimental; it's making my teeth ache. If you want to lament, wait until you've cultivated to the level of a Celestial Immortal. As for my master, do you think you can just run into someone like that? Even if you did, he wouldn't even bother to give you a second glance. Who do you think you are?"
"That's true!"
Feng Bingwen laughed in agreement, but remained noncommittal about what the Imperial Void Immortal Cauldron said.
He couldn't judge whether the innate deities he encountered were stronger or weaker than the Pure Yang Dao Master.
After all, although he had met the former, he couldn't see through him; the difference was too great. As for the latter, he had only heard of his name so far, and had never seen him in person, so there was no way to compare them.
But one thing he was certain of was that these beings were all at the same level, a realm he could only look up to and could not reach at present.
When he first came into contact with the innate deity, he had just begun to show some supernatural abilities and had not yet embarked on cultivation.
Therefore, based on this, he likely had many opportunities to come into contact with those supreme beings in the world. From this perspective, the cultivation level of a Celestial Immortal is not secure at all, and the so-called longevity fruit is hardly appealing.
"Go, Wind Kid!"
Feng Bingwen continued his mission of saving lives, but as he rescued one Netherworld Dao disciple after another and placed them in the blessed land, when the number approached three hundred, he gradually realized something was wrong.
Because in this underworld, there are not only immortals saving people, but also many wild beasts that used to roam among mountains, basins and hills and fly in the sky. The faint roars that echoed from afar and reverberated between heaven and earth have almost disappeared.
"It's almost over!"
As he watched helplessly as the sky was torn apart and another immortal descended from the ripped firmament, Feng Bingwen stopped in his tracks, no longer vying with these Netherworld Dao immortals who, for some unknown reason, had been delayed and were now rushing to the scene.
"Looks like it'll be soon, kid Feng. Are you ready? I think you're about to become the most powerful minister in the Netherworld!"
"What 'first powerful minister'? What nonsense are you spouting? This isn't a secular country!"
"The meaning is the same, almost identical!"
As Yu Xu Xian Ding and Feng Bingwen bickered, they saw streaks of immortal light intertwining and spreading in the sky, gradually dispelling the dark clouds of yin energy that had been hovering over this underworld.
The changing celestial phenomena brought a sense of relief to the surviving disciples of the Netherworld Path who had not yet received help, while the previously rampaging and roaming Yin-Yang ghosts trembled in fear, seeking out dark and secluded places to hide, no longer daring to show their faces.
"Feng Daozi!"
A shout came from behind him. Feng Bingwen turned his head and saw a magnificent flying ship, thousands of feet tall, resembling a city leaning against the sky, slowly moving forward in the distance.
Within this vast flying magical artifact, a great immortal, though insignificant in comparison, possessed an exceptionally strong presence and was waving at Feng Bingwen.
"Immortal Lord Yingluo!"
Feng Bingwen recognized the Emperor Immortal at a glance, after all, his thick beard was too conspicuous and distinctive.
Just as Feng Bingwen set off, preparing to meet him, he suddenly felt that the Imperial Void Cauldron, which had been immersed in his dantian, suddenly emitted an unprecedentedly brilliant light.
Immortal light flowed from his abdomen, instantly enveloping his body and tearing through the void, carrying him into it and heading towards an unknown void.
Upon witnessing this sudden turn of events, Immortal Lord Yingluo raised his hand as if to do something, but he quickly sensed it. He then respectfully straightened his robes, bowed, and then directed the majestic flying boat beneath him, which resembled a floating city, to change direction and attend to his own affairs.
Amidst the hidden void, Feng Bingwen, enveloped in celestial light, quickly regained his composure after his initial astonishment.
"Your master wants to see me?"
"Smart! How did you guess that?"
"If it weren't for your master's orders, would you be willing to spend such a huge amount of money?"
"Of course I don't want to. Didn't you see the scars on my body? But once I'm with the master, these scars won't matter!"
In the blink of an eye, Feng Bingwen was enveloped by the immortal light and arrived at a vast and boundless void, where all he could see above, below, and in all directions was chaos.
"Boy, what are you looking around for? Hurry up and come forward to pay your respects. Do I have to teach you this kind of thing?"
Before Feng Bingwen could even take a second look, the voice of disappointment and frustration rang in his mind. Feng Bingwen was startled, and soon saw an unremarkable, mediocre Taoist sitting cross-legged in what seemed to be an endless, boundless chaos.
"Disciple Feng Bingwen pays respects to the Pure Yang Dao Master!"
Although he didn't feel any pressure, Feng Bingwen knew what was going on. He obediently stepped forward and, in the chaotic void, performed a full kneeling ceremony to pay his respects.
To him, the Daoist Master's disciple was like an ancestor. Given the cultivation he received from the Supreme Dao and the numerous resources he obtained from it, this act of kowtow was only natural.
As his voice echoed in the void, Feng Bingwen immediately felt a pair of indifferent gazes fall upon him. Although the gaze gave him a gentle feeling, Feng Bingwen also felt, in an instant, that his whole body was being seen through.
This was definitely not an illusion. Feng Bingwen knew that when a cultivator with a lower cultivation level faced a cultivator with a higher cultivation level, he couldn't hide even the slightest secret.
At this moment, even Feng Bingwen was a little nervous. He couldn't help but imagine what would happen if the existence of the Heavenly Book were discovered by the Pure Yang Dao Master in front of him.
But if you think about it carefully, even if it is discovered, it doesn't seem to matter. After all, the other party should have reached the limit that heaven and earth can tolerate. What use is the Heavenly Book, which responds to both good and evil deeds, to them?
"good!"
A sense of déjà vu, as if a thousand years had passed in an instant, rose in Feng Bingwen's heart. He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally heard a refined and gentle voice.
"Get up!"
Feng Bingwen obediently stood up and found that the Taoist sitting cross-legged in the chaos still had his gentle gaze fixed on him.
However, Feng Bingwen felt that although the unassuming Pure Yang Dao Master was looking at him, his gaze was somehow connected to his eldest disciple, or perhaps he had seen through his blessed land.
After a long silence, Feng Bingwen felt somewhat uncomfortable, but he dared not speak rashly. So he cautiously glanced around and noticed that there were several swords casually stuck in the back of the Taoist priest.
Several of the swords still had bloodstains on their blades that hadn't dried yet. They didn't emit any special aura or pressure, but when Feng Bingwen saw the bloodstains, he still felt a chill run down his spine.
"Come!"
There seemed to be no concept of time here. Feng Bingwen also felt that he had lost his sense of time. The Pure Yang Dao Master looked at him for an unknown amount of time, then raised his palm and gently beckoned. A ray of immortal light shot out from his dantian and landed on that broad palm with long and strong fingers.
"master!"
A fawning voice rang out, making Feng Bingwen grin. He couldn't help but glance at the small, broken cauldron that had landed in the Dao Lord's palm; the palm print on it was still clearly visible.
"No problem!"
A faint voice sounded, and then Feng Bingwen watched as the marks on the small, broken cauldron disappeared at a visible speed until they vanished completely.
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