Yellow Court Daoist

"Haha!"

"Vulture, where do you think you're running to?"

The gloomy young man was overjoyed. Without hesitation, he waved his hand, launching thirty-two Mei Hua Needles, which danced through the air like plum blossoms flashing with silver light, sealing off the misty figure from every direction.

The four oddities closed in from all sides, making escape seem impossible.

But at that moment,

A cold, glowing green light suddenly burst from one side, first knocking away four Black Evil Pearls surrounded by Green Flame, then sweeping up the green fire in its path.

The cold light returned,

Falling amid the dust, it revealed a youth with a jade-like stature, holding an Immortal Sword in one hand and an Eight-layered Palace three feet high in the other. The circulating cold light enveloped him, displaying a suit of Green Light armor.

Behind him, he carried a fiery red gourd.

His bearing was extraordinary.

Cold light hinted at his face.

With a smile that was not quite a smile, he gazed at the gloomy young man.

As the majestic young man appeared, the blurry shape nearby instantly dissipated, leaving only a dry branch tumbling down. The gloomy young man, seeing this, was angrily frustrated on the spot: "A Blinding Technique?!"

"It turns out you've hooked up with the 'Jishan Four Beasts.'"

The majestic youth glanced at the oddities closing in from all sides and scoffed.

"Vulture."

"Don't be presumptuous; today I'll make sure you won't return!"

The gloomy young man called his thirty-two Mei Hua Needles back and, without pausing, launched them at the 'Vulture.' The 'Jishan Four Beasts' gradually closed in, each taking out a net and casting it toward the center.

"Dragon Capturing Net?"

Lin Feng's heart sank upon seeing the net. This was the 'Jishan Four Beasts'' signature treasure; while they were four individual nets, they could join to form one, famously called 'Capturing the Dragon.' A single net cast could capture a Mahayana True Immortal. Four linked together could even trap a top True Immortal, making it difficult to escape.

Facing five peak True Immortals, Lin Feng dared not be complacent.

"It's time to test the might of this creature!"

"Golden Phoenix."

"Come out quickly!"

He shook the Eight Sceneries Tower in his hand, and though invisible to others, within the Fifth Layer's wilderness, the Dragon Tiger Altar was operating. The Dragon and Tiger Supreme Command, wielding the True Skill of controlling myriad beasts, was activated, and a high-pitched cry was heard.

The next moment,

A bird with a crown glistening in crimson gold and sharp-pointed feathers vaulted from the Eight Sceneries Tower, stretching across the sky as it caught the wind and grew instantly.

Wooosh wooosh wooosh!

Between the flap of its wings, the air churned. Facing the giant nets and the myriad of silver needles, the massive bird swept past fiercely, with one swipe of its long tail feathers—

A light of green and white suddenly appeared, shattering the giant nets in the sky.

"Han Feng."

"I'm off!"

Seeing this, Lin Feng laughed heartily. Without lingering to see how many nets or needles he had collected, he leaped up, turning into a piercing Sword Qi, and rushed out through the gap. As he burst forth, the Eight Sceneries Tower flashed, and the vibrantly colored, resplendent Golden Phoenix Sparrow was taken back in.

In a few blinks, he vanished without a trace.

Leaving only Han Feng and the Jishan Four Beasts far behind, roaring and cursing.

...

Desolate Cold Stream.

One hundred and eight caves are categorized by size; the first thirty-six Little Cave Heavens are named after the Heavenly Gang, while the latter seventy-two are named after the Earth Evil.

In Earth Evil Eighth, Earth Strange Cave.

The small world within was dim and murky, with undulating hills that were mostly low and lacked grandeur. By the mountain and near the water, cities and villages lay scattered, with mortals living.

Taoyi City.

With a bustling population of over a hundred thousand.

Below the city, Lin Feng opened up a space and sat in meditation. In front of him, a cold light spiraled around a green flame, continually refining it.

Huff!

Huff!

Between each inhalation and exhalation, strands of air slipped into Lin Feng's nose and mouth. If a True Immortal were present, they'd recognize that he was breathing in the essence of Eastern Yi Wood together with Clear Spirit Qi.

And the green flame he was refining in front of him was none other than the 'Taiyi Green Spirit Fire' born from the collision of Eastern Yi Wood Essence with Clear Spirit Qi.

The flame's power was formidable,

Primarily used to break evil spells and exotic treasures.

Yet it was a naturally occurring flame, difficult to harness and depleting fast.

Far inferior to the 'Taiyi Green Spirit Divine Light' that Lin Feng was currently cultivating.

Huff! Huff!

Time passed unknowingly until Lin Feng ended his session. The cold light, following his breath, sank into his belly to be slowly nourished.

"After three thousand years, having refined nine 'Taiyi Green Spirit Fires,' this Innate Divine Ability has finally reached completion."

Lin Feng stood up, his face showing a pleased expression.

Forty thousand years ago,

In the Four Saints Immortal Realm, he had been chased by enemies and had rushed headlong into Desolate Cold Stream. After countless fierce battles and numerous perils, he knew the importance of power above all.

While painstakingly cultivating, he also searched for a way out.

Five thousand years ago,

Lin Feng fortunately obtained a Divine Skill cultivation method from a Demon Dao practitioner who had just entered Desolate Cold Stream.

It was the 'Taiyi Green Spirit Divine Light.'

Overjoyed,

Although he had Divine Skills bestowed by his master, no one would ever complain about having too many. Especially in a chaotic place like Desolate Cold Stream, while the 'Earth Extreme Primordial Magnetic Annihilation Sword Qi' was strong, it was not without means to be countered.

And the 'Taiyi Green Spirit Divine Light' was specialized in breaking through evil spells and exotic treasures.

Within the desolate Desolate Cold Stream, although evil spirits and heretical paths were indeed beyond counting, if one could master this Divine Skill, many malicious and strange methods would no longer be feared.

Lin Feng spent two thousand years mastering the Taiyi Green Spirit Divine Light, thoroughly controlling it, reaching the Second Level of 'Ding Laws'. Afterwards, he scoured for three thousand years, found nine clumps of Taiyi Green Spirit Fire, and achieved the Third Level of 'Melt Body'.

From then on.

He truly mastered it, and his power greatly increased.

"It's a pity."

"If I had Han Feng's Refining Fire Skill, I could have mastered this Divine Skill even faster."

Lin Feng shook his head and stood up.

With one step, he left the underground city. Now that the Divine Skill was accomplished, there was no need to conceal his aura with human Qi. Standing atop the mountain, Lin Feng looked up at the dim horizon, his thoughts drifting—

"I wonder how Lin Ye and the others are doing."

In the blink of an eye, forty thousand years had passed.

Lin Feng never expected that he would be trapped in the Desolate Cold Stream.

Over the years, he practiced his cultivation diligently. Although his progress in cultivation was strong and rapid, since he had already reached the Mahayana Dao, his Mana was still rather sparse due to the barrenness of the Desolate Cold Stream. However, exactly because of the resource scarcity, there was a constant struggle for resources and continual conflict with others, enhancing both his Dao ability and Divine Skills.

Now, with two more Divine Skills at his side.

Confident that even when facing top True Immortals, he wouldn't fear them. Even if surrounded by four or five top True Immortals, he could still calmly escape. Just like the recent confrontation with Han Feng and the Jishan Four Beasts.

Thinking of these five.

A sudden gleam shone in Lin Feng's eyes, and with a flip of his palm, twelve silver needles and two black nets appeared in his hand.

"Mei Hua Needle."

"Dragon Capturing Net."

Lin Feng couldn't help but smile, "Losing these twelve Mei Hua Needles, Han Feng must be cursing his luck. And these Dragon Capturing Nets, losing two of them, the Jishan Four Beasts will find it hard to exert their power in the future."

Not in a hurry to refine them.

Lin Feng thought of the Golden Phoenix Sparrow in the Eight Sceneries Tower.

"Over the years, having spent countless resources, I finally advanced the Golden Phoenix Sparrow to the True Immortal Realm. With the Golden Phoenix Divine Light, any Eighth Rank Magical Artifact controlled by a True Immortal would be brushed aside."

"I wonder if it could break even a tiny gap in the formation covering the Desolate Cold Stream."

A flicker of light sparkled in Lin Feng's eyes, as if he were deliberating, or perhaps struggling, until finally, he gritted his teeth, "No matter what, I have to try."

Over the years.

He scrimped and saved, preferring to delay his own cultivation rather than using the hard-earned majority of his Cultivation Resources on the Golden Phoenix Sparrow inside the Eight Sceneries Tower.

At the same time, he also pinned all his hopes of leaving the Desolate Cold Stream on the Golden Phoenix Sparrow.

"My teacher once said."

"'Golden Phoenix Divine Light' is the Innate Divine Ability of the Golden Phoenix Sparrow Clan, inherited from the Supreme Divine Power 'Five-Colored Divine Light' of the Peacock Great Bright King. Within the Five Elements, nothing can withstand its purge."

"If you want to leave the Desolate Cold Stream, this is the only way."

Lin Feng spread his palm, and the Eight Sceneries Tower materialized. With a flash of light, the Golden Phoenix Sparrow leaped out, transforming into a middle-aged man dressed in a five-colored robe standing in front of Lin Feng.

"Vulture."

"What brings you here?"

The Golden Phoenix King looked at Lin Feng with a displeased tone.

Since one hundred and twenty thousand years ago, when Lin Feng took control of the Eight Sceneries Tower and settled in the Golden Phoenix Sparrow clan of the Fifth Layer's 'Exotic Realm', they welcomed a new ruler.

Especially since Lin Feng achieved the Primordial Spirit Realm and refined the 'Exotic Realm', he held the power of life and death over the Exotic Beasts and demon beasts that lived within.

The Golden Phoenix King was born and raised there, in the Exotic Realm, grew up, became the patriarch of the Golden Phoenix Sparrow Clan, and even became the top overlord within the Exotic Realm.

Ignorant that there were heavens beyond this heaven.

But then.

He met a Daoist, saw the vast world outside the Exotic Realm, beyond the Eight Sceneries Tower, and could no longer tolerate the cramped Exotic Realm.

However.

Many attempts later, he could not break free.

Hundreds of years passed.

Thousands of years passed.

The Golden Phoenix King had nearly despaired until Lin Feng arrived.

The Golden Phoenix King longed to soar beyond the heavens, and ultimately, he could not resist the temptation, ascending the peak of the Exotic Realm's tame beast hub, the Dragon Tiger Altar, thus his life and death were under Lin Feng's control.

He was carefree for tens of thousands of years earlier.

Lin Feng wasn't too strict with him, often allowing him to travel outside and experience the vast world.

But since forty thousand years ago, after Lin Feng encountered a powerful enemy, and he returned to the Eight Sceneries Tower severely injured, the number of times he came out was countable on one's fingers.

If he had never left the Eight Sceneries Tower, he could still endure it, but having gone out and seen the flourishing world, how could the Golden Phoenix King withstand such confinement?

Thus, his temper grew increasingly volatile.

And his attitude toward Lin Feng, increasingly nasty.

"Daoist Brother, please be patient."

Lin Feng was aware of the Golden Phoenix King's temperament and immediately soothed him, "The Desolate Cold Stream is immensely dangerous. Daoist Brother is a natural Exotic Beast. Not to mention those top True Immortals, even if the three Earth Immortal Venerables saw you, they'd likely covet you, causing Daoist Brother to lose his freedom forever."

This statement was both true and false.

The worry about the Golden Phoenix King's loss of freedom was false; the real fear was that someone would take the Golden Phoenix King away, leaving him without any hope of escaping the Desolate Cold Stream.

Therefore.

Lin Feng would rather have the Golden Phoenix King discontent, as long as he was hidden in depths, unseen by outsiders.

"Hmph!"

"Don't try to fool me. If you continue to trap me in the Eight Sceneries Tower in the future, don't even think about me helping you."

The Golden Phoenix King did not listen to Lin Feng's words, nor was he afraid of the life and death threats of the Dragon Tiger Altar. Like a piece of tough meat, he firmly addressed Lin Feng.

Seeing this, Lin Feng smiled and said, "As long as Daoist Brother can help me leave the Desolate Cold Stream, henceforth, I will not restrict Daoist Brother."

"Are these words true?!"

The eyes of the Golden Phoenix King immediately lit up.