Yellow Court Daoist

In utter confusion.

Between heaven and earth, everything turns into chaos.

Ding Yu can no longer feel his own existence.

He tries to open his eyes to look but cannot see color.

He tries to move his ears to listen but cannot hear sound.

He tries to draw breath to smell but cannot recognize scent.

His tongue moves, yet he cannot distinguish taste.

With no sense of place, he cannot perceive.

His thoughts are muddied, unable to understand magic.

He falls into a state of confusion and helplessness, beyond rescue or self-help.

Seemingly doomed to eternal descent.

"Using the 'Six Roots Purification Method,' I have sealed your six senses. In this period, you are temporarily detached and transcendent from the cycle of life and death, preserving your life. Do not use any mana until your injuries are healed, remember this well."

In the chaos, a faint majestic voice booms, shaking his soul. The familiar voice calms Ding Yu's restless and fearful heart. His mana falls into silence, without a ripple.

In the bamboo forest.

Lu Qingfeng holds a Quiet Bamboo Stick, and gently taps thrice on the white-haired old man's head. Seeing the old man resisting, mana surging, ready to speak, he instantly becomes silent.

"It's rare to have such affinity from our past brief encounter, to still heed my words."

Lu Qingfeng smiles lightly.

This white-haired old man is none other than 'Ding Yu,' the first person on whom he tried the 'Golden Silkworm Destiny Reversal Technique' back in the Five Directions Realm. He is also the founding disciple he took under his wing in the Five Directions Realm.

Apart from him.

There are also his second and third disciples, Zheng Chi and Gu Shaoshang, whose fates he altered. However, Gu Shaoshang, whose destiny fell short of magical fate, stepped onto the Immortal Dao for Lu Qingfeng, only to encounter disaster due to the Nine Palace Star Plate, being killed by the Six Paths True Man of Heshan Dao, his soul refined into a Magic Artifact.

The Blood Sea Calamity wiped out all living beings in the Five Directions Realm.

In a blink, eighty-nine thousand years passed.

He originally thought the remaining two disciples had long perished in the great calamity.

Who would have thought, that today he would see his former disciple again. Both disciples not only survived critical junctures but became leaders in their own right, one as the Southern Sea Alliance Leader and the other as the Longevity Alliance Leader, holding power over both the righteous and evil paths, both reaching the peak condition of Mahayana True Immortals.

Truly, destiny is unpredictable.

Among them.

This founding disciple, Ding Yu, has attempted to reach the Earth Immortal Realm multiple times but, unfortunately, due to flaws in his Magic Gate and a damaged foundation, he failed to breakthrough multiple times and ultimately suffered severe cultivation injuries.

Had Lu Qingfeng not arrived in time, his leading disciple would have perished in front of Longevity Sect.

"Having withstood a calamity that annihilated billion of life spirits."

"He ought to have obtained an Earth Immortal Dao Fruit!"

Holding the Quiet Bamboo Stick, Lu Qingfeng sits cross-legged on the ground. He speaks into the void as if addressing someone. Suddenly, from within the void, an unfathomable vortex emerges, revealing a bull-headed, humanoid figure with cow hooves for feet, a mighty figure, wielding an iron prong, stepping on the dark vortex, glaring furiously at Lu Qingfeng—

"Halt, young one."

"This man's lifespan is up, he should enter the Underworld, be subject to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. How dare you defy the heavenly order?!"

The fierce spirit yells, his voice thundering, causing Lu Qingfeng's heart to tremble, his mana surging.

"What an impressive Bull-headed Yin God!"

Lu Qingfeng realizes this spirit's origin.

According to legend, the Underworld has Oxhead and Horseface gods, the Soul Hooking Envoys of the Netherworld. As Ding Yu did not become an Earth Immortal, his life was meant to end. However, Lu Qingfeng forcefully preserved his life with the 'Six Roots Purification Method,' keeping him in the living realm.

This act defies the natural law of life and death.

Unexpectedly.

He has summoned the Bull-headed Yin God.

Seeing the immense mana in the spirit, cultivated for countless years, far beyond Lu Qingfeng's own capability. At just a glance, Lu Qingfeng's body was nearly shattered.

Without hesitation.

The iron prong lunges fiercely.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A gale howls, as boundless strength envelops him.

Lu Qingfeng, not daring to delay, quickly meets the attack with the Quiet Bamboo Stick in hand, but then—

Boom!

The ground beneath him explodes, and Lu Qingfeng's small body is torn apart in many places, blood spraying, his aura rapidly weakening.

Just one strike, and he is seriously injured.

"Eh?"

"He could withstand a hit from me?"

The Bull-headed Yin God seems puzzled, his iron prong hanging in the air, hesitating to descend.

Seeing the chance.

Above Lu Qingfeng, Five-Colored Divine Light suddenly bursts forth, brushing fiercely against the Bull-headed Yin God's iron prong.

Swoosh!

The iron prong vanishes.

This was the Bull-headed Yin God's weapon, refined over countless years, with tremendous power, yet it was directly brushed away by Lu Qingfeng. The Bull-headed Yin God, shocked and angry, only to see twelve Iron-Backed Centipedes, like Heavenly Dragons, flying out from the green bamboo staff and forming a defensive array.

The next moment.

The bamboo staff penetrates the formation and smashes down on the forehead with a 'thud.'

"Not good!"

The Bull-headed Yin God feels a pain in his forehead, his six senses nearly sealed. Aside from that, the green bamboo staff produces three flames that quickly envelop his ethereal body, causing his entire Yin God form to tremble.

Daring not to linger.

Under his feet, darkness swirls, the dark vortex closes, and with not even a harsh word left behind, he disappears in an instant.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Seeing the Bull-headed Yin God retreat, Lu Qingfeng finally exhales.

He examines his inner self.

The injuries that had just healed are now severely worsened by the Bull-headed Yin God's strike.

"It's no wonder they control the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Underworld."

"Even a mere Bull-headed Yin God could injure me. Had it not been for the Yin God's fear of Karmic Fire, this encounter might have been deadly."

Lu Qingfeng feels a wave of relief.

Through a glimpse, he has seen a sliver of the majesty of the Underworld.

"The fire of karma."

Lu Qingfeng grips the green bamboo staff, with three wisp of Karmic Fire surging upon it, flickering like strange red lotuses.

While feeling fortuitous.

Crackle!

Whoosh!

At the edge of the Void, a dark vortex suddenly emerged. The bull-headed Yin God reappeared, now holding a black bowl upside down, stirring a turbulent blood river that surged directly towards Lu Qingfeng.

"Such a formidable bull-headed Yin God!"

Lu Qingfeng exclaimed in shock and anger.

He quickly wielded his green bamboo staff to counter, using twelve iron-backed centipedes to brace against the blood river. The staff cleaved through the air, unleashing karmic fire at the bull-headed Yin God.

But.

Still mid-flight, the karmic fire touched the blood river, flickering as if about to be extinguished.

"What?"

This was a shock of no small measure.

The bull-headed Yin God had returned, and now he invoked a river of bloodwater capable of extinguishing karmic fire?!

"This is Nai River Water, which cures all sins."

The bull-headed Yin God spoke, thrusting out his palm and gripping one end of the green bamboo staff.

Copper snakes and iron dogs fiercely compete for their meal, doomed forever in the Nai River with no way out!

In the waters of the Nai River, copper snakes and iron dogs wildly bit, unable to damage the bamboo staff, they climbed along the staff towards Lu Qingfeng's palm.

If he didn't let go,

He would be bitten, his flesh a bloody, miserable blur.

Seeing this,

Lu Qingfeng dared not hold onto the bamboo staff any longer, hastily letting go while repeatedly saying, "Honorable God, forgive my offense."

"May the Honorable God know that I, a humble practitioner, was originally a Qingjing Method Bamboo of the Earth Realm within Black Wind Mountain in the Earth Immortal World. I had listened to Buddha's teachings for four thousand years under the guidance of Nuojuluo Venerable. Moreover, I became sworn brothers with Lingji Bodhisattva's disciple, the Great Saint of Yellow Wind on Yellow Wind Ridge, and nearly became a disciple of Jie Tuo Venerable."

"I beg the Honorable God to show mercy for the sake of my big brother, the Great Saint of Yellow Wind."

The bull-headed Yin God's mana was profound; even if not as formidable as his big brother, he was not likely to be weaker than his second brother, Green Fox Great Saint. Lu Qingfeng, relying on the power of the karmic fire, thought he could resist, but this Yin God brought forth the Water of Naihe, nearly dousing the three flames of karmic fire within his Quiet Bamboo Staff.

Lu Qingfeng knew he was no match.

Therefore,

He hastily recounted his history and connections.

"Black Wind Mountain."

"Sitting Arhat."

"Lingji Bodhisattva."

"Great Saint of Yellow Wind."

"Budai Arhat."

Listening to this, the bull-headed Yin God's pair of bovine eyes widened, snorting heavily. Pointing a finger, he first halted the Nai River Water, then stood there dazed.

Lu Qingfeng knew.

This god must have gone to verify his claims.

His mind somewhat settled.

After a long while,

The bull-headed Yin God's body shook, and he returned his senses to stare at Lu Qingfeng and ask, "Are you the Qingjing Child of the Third Great Kings of Yellow Wind Ridge?!"

Lu Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this matter was now likely harmless; with a small bow, he crisply said, "Indeed, it is I."

"..."

"Return my Seven Slaughter Yin God Spear!"

The bull-headed Yin God released his hold on the green bamboo staff.

Whoosh!

He then drew the Nai River Water back into the black bowl before speaking to Lu Qingfeng in a deep voice.

"The Honorable God's weapon is here."

Lu Qingfeng took back the green bamboo staff, and upon seeing it undamaged, promptly returned the 'Seven Slaughter Yin God Spear' to the bull-headed Yin God.

"Hmph!"

"This person's lifespan has ended, unless he becomes an immortal on the spot; otherwise, sooner or later, he will come to my Underworld, falling into reincarnation."

The bull-headed Yin God took his weapon, glanced at Ding Yu standing behind Lu Qingfeng, and snorted.

Hearing this, Lu Qingfeng's mind stirred.

"Dare I ask the Honorable God if there is a wonderful method to help this disciple of mine achieve Earth Immortality?" The bull-headed Yin God took his weapon but didn't leave, nor did he take Ding Yu, clearly hinting at guidance. Lu Qingfeng seized the opportunity to ask quickly.

The bull-headed Yin God listened, his expression easing slightly, then he tossed an object.

Lu Qingfeng caught it to see a fist-sized, pockmarked stone which contained no small swirl.

Lu Qingfeng opened his 'Daluo Cave Temple' and immediately rejoiced—

[Wondrous Item: Forget River Stone]

[Description: A miraculous stone soaked for countless years in the Forget River, capable of hiding the divine soul's aura of a dying person, preventing the Yin Department spirits from detecting, neither living nor dying, wandering the mortal world.]

"This is the Forget River Stone, from the Forget River. Equip your disciple with this stone, and for three thousand years, he shall wander free and unfettered. After three thousand years, when the Forget River Stone breaks, if he does not wish to plunge into reincarnation, he must seek other methods."

After the bull-headed Yin God finished speaking, he turned and vanished into the dark vortex, returning to the Underworld with no trace left behind.

Seeing this, Lu Qingfeng reacted, promptly thanking, "Many thanks to the Honorable God for this gift!"

But little did he know,

The bull-headed Yin God returned to the Underworld, hearing the voice, showing a look of disgust as if resenting, "Bad luck!"

Then disappeared into the darkness, vanishing.

...

The Yin God came and left,

But left behind a 'Forget River Stone'; it seemed like a gesture of goodwill, perhaps an act of apology.

"To have a background that even the spirits of the Underworld fear."

Lu Qingfeng's mind was clear, discerning the various implications, his face breaking into a smile.

Were it not for his background, such a minor True Immortal would not warrant such treatment from the bull-headed Yin God.

Shaking his head,

Lu Qingfeng didn't dwell on it any longer, stood up, and placed the Forget River Stone on Ding Yu's chest.

Ding Yu, thoughtless and unaware, also stood up automatically, positioning himself behind Lu Qingfeng.

These two,

One a five or six-year-old child in appearance, clad in green, barefoot, holding a green bamboo staff.

The other with white hair and a majestic starry robe, seemingly an Immortal from the heavens, now with eyes closed and eyebrows lowered, as if fallen into a deep sleep.

A strange pair indeed, one old and one young.

Walking through a bamboo forest.

Ding Yu followed, expressionless and robotic.

While Lu Qingfeng walked ahead, surveying the bamboo grove.