Yellow Court Daoist

The wanderer named Huang Gu was indeed unbound.

But being carefree by nature, he preferred to stay in the Nanhua Realm. When Lu Qingfeng and the All Immortals discussed the Earth Immortal World, Huang Gu just listened for entertainment, showing no Heart Movement.

Lu Qingfeng had originally thought of recruiting him into the house of the General Capturing God after learning more about him.

Seeing this, he extinguished the thought.

The Immortals conversed.

Lu Qingfeng also took the opportunity to inquire about the situation in the Desolate Cold Stream.

Upper Origin Palace was the closest to the Desolate Cold Stream, and the Stream was closely related to Ancestor Master Yang Sen of the Earth Splitting Immortal Sect. Thus, All Immortals fell silent, only to hear Pan Ji say, "Although the Desolate Cold Stream was formed because of the Ancestor Master, since he resides in the Palace of the Polestar, we of the Spring and Autumn Mountain know no more about it than Fellow Daoists here."

Lu Qingfeng listened and nodded slightly without disappointment.

This was only reasonable.

Consider how exalted the Four Saints Grand Marshals were—ordinary Heavenly Immortals were probably hard to catch their Dharma Eye. To them, the Desolate Cold Stream, casually established in the Immortal Domain, might be a wonderful and deadly place on the Mortal plane, but Yang Sen probably forgot about it long ago.

Their disciples and descendants wouldn't dare to disturb him with such trivial matters.

Otherwise.

The Desolate Cold Stream would be under the Earth Splitting Immortal Sect's control, and it wouldn't have become a hiding place for filth.

"However, Fellow Daoist rest assured."

"Although the Desolate Cold Stream harbors at least three Earth Immortals, the formation laid out by the Ancestor Master can even trap the ancient ferocious Suanni Beast. Trapping a few Earth Immortals is naturally not a problem."

Pan Ji thought that Lu Qingfeng was worried about disciples being disturbed by a few Earth Immortals rushing out from the Desolate Cold Stream during their breakthrough, so he explained.

"At least three Earth Immortals?"

It wasn't what Lu Qingfeng was concerned about, but upon hearing Pan Ji's words, his heart stirred, "Does Brother Pan know the details of these Earth Immortals?"

After all, they were Earth Immortals, and Lu Qingfeng didn't dare to underestimate them.

To know more about the situation before entering the Desolate Cold Stream would increase his safety—there was no need for blind arrogance.

"Fellow Daoist really asked the right question."

Pan Ji laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Of these known Earth Immortals in the Desolate Cold Stream, there are three in total. Two of them were once active in the Four Saints Immortal Domain, and I actually had an encounter with one of them."

"How was his skill?"

Lu Qingfeng listened intently, his expression suddenly becoming serious, and he urgently asked.

After a while.

He had a clear understanding.

It turned out.

Over the years, the Desolate Cold Stream had actually produced a figure who had cultivated into a Longevity Earth Immortal.

According to a cultivator who had luckily escaped from the Desolate Cold Stream thirteen thousand years ago, this Earth Immortal, known as 'Guiyuan Immortal Venerable,' was one of the 'Three Venerables' within the Stream.

Regarding his cultivation level and Divine Skills, limited by the cultivator's cultivation, contact had not been made, so nothing was known.

The other two Earth Immortals, however, had already reached Earth Immortal Dao ability before entering the Desolate Cold Stream.

One of them was previously a figure of the Righteous Sect, the first wanderer in the Four Saints Immortal Domain before Huang Gu, known as 'Nine Heavens Wanderer.' Well before Huang Gu had become an Earth Immortal, already entered the Desolate Cold Stream.

It had been over a million years since.

The cultivation ability of the Nine Heavens Wanderer was average, but his artifacts were mighty. He held 'Nine Heavens Cold Soul Pearl,' whose power was tremendous. Although he had not left the Desolate Cold Stream, he too had become one of the 'Three Cold Venerables,' known as 'Nine Heavens Immortal Venerable.'

The last one was the individual Pan Ji had clashed with.

A great demon by body.

Legend has it that a 'Fiery Fire Worm' which had been cultivating for ten thousand years attained Dao. It was ruthless and brutal, turning descendants numbering thousands of worms into a single treasure, targeting people's seven orifices, exceptionally venomous.

He called himself the 'Fiery Fire Venerable.'

This one had once stirred up a storm of bloodshed in the Four Saints Immortal Realm, ending up surrounded and besieged by Pan Ji among four Earth Immortals, ultimately having no escape but to hide in the Desolate Cold Stream, never to emerge again.

Tens of thousands of years passed.

He made quite the commotion in the Desolate Cold Stream, claiming the title 'Fiery Fire Demon Emperor,' and with the Nine Heavens Wanderer and Gui Yuanzi, was titled one of the Three Venerables.

"Gui Yuanzi."

"Nine Heavens Wanderer."

"Fiery Fire Venerable."

Having heard all this, Lu Qingfeng had a clear understanding in his heart.

Among these three Earth Immortals, if age were considered, of course, the Fiery Fire Venerable, originally the Fiery Fire Worm, was the oldest. But in terms of earliest attainment of Dao, it would be the Nine Heavens Wanderer. Although both the Nine Heavens Wanderer and the Fiery Fire Venerable entered the Desolate Cold Stream from the Dust-clearing Realm, the former attained Dao tens of thousands of years earlier. Even if his cultivation had stalled, he was definitely not to be overlooked.

As for Gui Yuanzi.

To cultivate into an Earth Immortal Dao Fruit in a place like the Desolate Cold Stream, he must have some real skills. Although he had been an Earth Immortal for less than four hundred thousand years, to stand equal with the Nine Heavens Wanderer and the Fiery Fire Venerable evidently showed he was no easy opponent.

Seeing Lu Qingfeng's interest in the Desolate Cold Stream, the Immortals chatted more about it, criticizing and appraising the so-called 'Three Cold Venerables' with laughter and joviality.

Lin Ye's breakthrough went without any man-made disasters, instead filled with joy and peace.

Without a ripple.

It had reached its conclusion.

...

On the ninth day of Lin Ye's closed-door cultivation.

While Lu Qingfeng, Pan Ji, Zhong Qiu, and the other Immortals were still discussing Dao, speaking of various experiences, they saw where Lin Ye was cultivating—auspicious clouds gathering in the sky, the air filled with colored mist and the sound of immortal music. There appeared celestial children scattering flowers, fairy maidens dancing, and Immortal Officials and Divine Generals arriving in droves to offer congratulations.

What a lively scene.

Beneath was also brimming with the Mysterious.

Earth Burst Golden Lotus emerged; flowers, plants, and trees all received a blessing, awakening their Spiritual Wisdom, no longer obscured.

Seeing these signs, Zhong Qiu and the others felt the heaven and earth's vital energy fluctuate and knew—

"It's a success!"

From now on.

This world has one more eternal being, who had certified to an Earth Immortal Dao Fruit.

"At last, a success!"

Lu Qingfeng was overjoyed.

Looking towards the mountain cave dwelling, he saw a petite woman emerge, moving with an aura full of immortal spirit.

Heaven and Earth bestowed their divine blessings upon her as all life spirits knelt in worship.

A woman who seemed to have stepped out of an Immortal Realm approached with a smile on her face and landed in front of Lu Qingfeng.

She bent her knees and fell to the ground, crying out, "Disciple Lin Ye pays respect to Master!"

Nine days had passed.

The reunion of master and apprentice felt like a lifetime apart, and Lin Ye had finally become an Earth Immortal!

"Very good! Very good!" Lu Qingfeng exclaimed in approval, unable to contain his joy, urging Lin Ye to stand up while introducing her to Zhong Qiu, Pan Ji, and others, "This is my disciple, Lin Ye."

He then introduced Zhong Qiu and the rest to Lin Ye.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lin."

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Qing Peak."

All Immortals offered their congratulations.

Despite being an Earth Immortal like themselves, since Lin Ye was a disciple of Lu Qingfeng, they did not claim seniority and addressed her as a Fellow Daoist instead. After extending their congratulations, Zhong Qiu and the others invited Lu Qingfeng and Lin Ye to visit their sect.

Lu Qingfeng declined, citing important matters.

When the Immortals had departed, master and disciple were alone and entered the cave abode. Lu Qingfeng observed Lin Ye, seeing her face glow with health and her Heavenly Court full and thriving, epitomizing the look of a True Immortal, and he couldn't help but praise her repeatedly.

After so much hardship.

From this day forth, Lin Ye had escaped the bitter sea and risen above the Mortal realm.

"It's all thanks to Master's Great Method and your unwillingness to spare your treasures that I could attain the Dao," said Lin Ye with utmost sincerity, filled with profound gratitude and admiration.

She knew.

Without her Master's wonderful method to sort through her years of comprehension and accumulation, thoroughly elevating it, she would never have dreamed of achieving the Dao on her own.

Not to mention.

Throughout the process, Lin Ye had distinctly felt her Divine Soul deplete countless times, only to be revived again and again with the help of her Master's treasures.

God knows how many treasures were expended.

Rather than say that her status as an Earth Immortal was self-cultivated, it would be more fitting to say that her Master had guided her step by step, pushing her directly into the Immortal Sect.

Lin Ye had no idea how other Earth Immortals had achieved their Dao.

But for her—

"It was too easy!"

"And too hard!"

Thinking about her experiences over the years, the failed attempt at Seven Treasures Mountain that nearly cost her life, and the anxiety of her second attempt to impact Earth Immortal before eventually basking in the stupefaction and joy of success, the stark contrast made her all the more grateful.

"Why dwell on these emotions?" Lu Qingfeng said with contentment, though with slight impatience on his face, "Focus on solidifying your cultivation. In one month, we enter Desolate Cold Stream."

Lin Ye snapped out of the joys of becoming an Earth Immortal and remembered her elder brother suffering in the Desolate Cold Stream, waiting for her to save him.

She immediately gathered her thoughts and solemnly replied, "Yes, Master."

...

A month later.

The two stepped into the Desolate Cold Stream.

...

Woo~

Woo woo~

Within the Desolate Cold Stream, 108 Little Cave Heavens each suspended their own sun, moon, and stars. Outside the caves, however, the cold wind poured in violently, creating a melancholic wail that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard. The 'Suanni Beast' had once made its home here, and remnants of Fierce Fire lay hidden throughout, intermittently creating perilous misty hazards within the Desolate Cold Stream.

True Immortals typically wouldn't dare to carelessly enter the areas thick with Fierce Fire mist.

On this day.

In a dusty haze where visibility was near zero, a sullen young man with triangular eyes and a hooked nose moved with guarded swiftness. At his heart was a flickering flame that guided him, shifting from left to right. Following its direction, he constantly changed course.

After about two or three hours.

"I've found it!"

His expression suddenly brightened when he saw a floating blue-green flame several feet ahead. He hastened his pace, transforming the flame at his heart into a ribbon shape, sweeping it towards the blue-green fire.

But at that moment.

Bang!

He came to a sudden halt and lept up with a stomp. Just as he sprang up, a Sword Qi exploded beneath the ground, unrelentingly pursuing him.

"Vulture!"

"It's you again!"

Enraged, the young man bellowed and quickly recalled the fiery ribbon to fend off the Sword Qi while throwing four prepared black pearls in each direction toward the blue-green flame.

"Black Evil Pearl?"

A voice suddenly echoed amid the haze.

"Hmph!"

"I've been waiting for you!"

The sullen young man, unable to pinpoint the location of the voice, scoffed and called out, "I request the assistance of my four elder brothers!"

As his words fell.

"Fear not, Fellow Daoist."

Sinister laughter emerged from all sides, chilling to the bone. Immediately thereafter, four figures appeared in each direction. Tall and imposing, with faces like the bottom of a pot and protruding fangs, they looked ferociously intimidating.

The four of them took their positions.

Their energies surged violently, and suddenly, the smoke in the east whirled, revealing a silhouette attempting to flee.