Yellow Court Daoist

"The Ancestor Masters from the Four Sects have all been deceived once, but they've learned their lesson and are unwilling to risk danger any longer."

"It seems this is where it ends."

'Jun Mowen' had nothing to rue, as with a shake of his body, he reverted to his true form—

Radiant and spirited.

A handsome young man.

He was none other than Lu Qingfeng.

Behind him, the six True Immortals who descended from Heaven Mountain also dissipated, turning into six bamboo leaves that fell into his hand. Lu Qingfeng tucked them into his hair, vanishing from sight in an instant.

"Lawless Incarnations are indeed useful."

"It's a pity they also consume quite a bit of mana and mental focus."

The plan could be considered complete, and Lu Qingfeng let out a sigh of relief at this moment.

Acquiring eight Immortal Artifacts and forty top-tier Magic Artifacts was secondary to virtually annihilating the True Immortals of the Four Sects, thus bringing the entire Little Shu Mountain Realm under control, which was the biggest gain.

He found the right direction.

Unleashing the 'Five Ghosts Transfer Skill,' he headed straight for Taoshan.

With the situation in the Little Shu Mountain Realm settled, after some minor tying up of loose ends, it was time to leave.

...

Taoshan.

This land, blessed by the heavens, naturally picturesque, was once home to one of the Four Sects, the Peach Blossom Sword Sect. Following the destruction of Taoshan, the 'Prison Control Immortal Sect' took over.

The only two True Immortals of the Prison Control Immortal Sect were stationed here.

Both Righteous and Evil paths dared not act recklessly, and none raised objections.

At this time in the world, who didn't know—

During the Dragon Spring Mountain Sword Duel, 'White-haired Ancestor' Zhang Yang demonstrated his mighty prowess, with more than three hundred True Immortals from the Four Sects dying by his hand.

He was simply a killing frenzy!

Moreover, among these more than three hundred lost souls, only half were from the Three Calamities level, while the remaining half were Nine Tribulations True Immortals, with over forty from the 'Ten Tribulations' level.

Half of these forty were individuals who had surpassed the Fifth or Sixth Tribulation.

Like the four Great Divine Monks of Snow Ridge, Masters Golden Lamp and Jifa among others.

And six of the Heavenly Mountain Seven Swords.

There were also the North Sea Five Ancestors, and the Taoshan Three Immortals and Three Elders.

These pinnacle figures, renowned and much feared, had all fallen at the hands of Zhang Yang.

If one thought these top-notch powerhouses were unworthy of their reputation, they would be sorely mistaken.

Even before their demise, these figures had killed quite a number of fellow True Immortals. And the likes of the six top-tier powers, including Taixu Ancestor, had also perished at their hands.

In front of everyone's eyes.

There was no falsehood.

For a while.

Zhang Yang's name spread far and wide, shocking the world, and he was reverently dubbed 'White-haired Ancestor.'

Such a brilliant record of battle accomplishments, even before the Sword Duel, could have dominated the age. Not to mention after the great catastrophe when most True Immortals within the Little Shu Mountain Realm were dead or injured, and the top True Immortals were eradicated.

His fame spread throughout the Four Seas.

True Immortals came to join.

There were those who had previously formed good relations with Zhang Yang, such as Wind and Fire Daoist, Zhao Yan'er, and others, as well as the True Immortals that Zhang Yang had helped and saved at Dragon Spring Mountain.

Now, they were all flocking to Zhang Yang's banner, joining the Prison Control Immortal Sect.

Many forces that had lost their True Immortals came to offer their allegiance as well.

In just a short period.

The Prison Control Immortal Sect gathered over twenty True Immortals and hundreds of Primordial Spirits, firmly establishing itself as the leading Immortal Sect in the Little Shu Mountain Realm.

And the original Four Sects?

...

"The True Immortals of the Four Sects are all but gone."

"Only the scattered Primordial Spirits and Qi Cultivation Disciples remain across the lands. Now everyone is seizing the chance to exterminate these remnants. They either surrender or die; the Four Sects are essentially extinct."

The White Cloud Disciple led his seven or eight late-stage Qi Cultivation grand-disciples toward Taoshan while clicking his tongue in amazement: "In this battle, 'White-haired Ancestor' displayed his divine might, single-handedly slaying three hundred and eight True Immortals from the Four Sects, truly the supreme sovereign of True Immortals, invincible among mortals. Now that he occupies Taoshan, it's the perfect time to be short-handed. I'm taking you all to join him, and everyone can secure an excellent future!"

Black Meng rode his sword, following behind his grandmaster.

Compared to thirty years ago, the once young lad had now grown into a middle-aged appearance. Yet his sharpness remained undiminished, his eyes brimming with vigorous vitality.

He had a fortuitous encounter in his early years.

Not only had he entered the second layer of the Sword Dao, 'Sword Control Hundred Steps,' at an early age, but his broken iron sword had also been charmed, turning into a Divine Weapon. With his powerful sword and exceptional swordsmanship expertise, Black Meng had made a name for himself at White Cloud Mountain, earning the favor and intensive cultivation of his grandmaster, White Cloud Disciple.

Just thirty years.

And he had already reached the Eighth Layer of Qi Cultivation.

This lifetime held the promise of him achieving the Primordial Spirit Level.

This time, as White Cloud Disciple came to offer his allegiance to the renowned 'White-haired Ancestor,' Black Meng was also brought along.

"White-haired Ancestor."

Thinking that he was about to meet this legendary figure, even Black Meng could not help but feel excited and eager.

As they hurriedly traveled.

Looking around along the way.

The road to Taoshan was rough, full of steep mountains and dense forests. Although many sects had paid their respects these days, the chance of encountering one another was still not high.

Black Meng looked around.

He saw a young Daoist with a green bamboo hairpin in his hair pace by briskly. As he passed by them, he paused slightly. Black Meng caught the Daoist's eye, receiving a nod and a smile that felt as refreshing as a spring breeze.

When he came back to his senses.

The Daoist was gone.

"Eh?"

Black Meng's eyes widened, searching around, then he asking his grandmaster, the 'Fire Cloud Sword' Zhang Ji, "Master, did you just see a good-looking young Daoist pass by?"

"There's no one here but us."

Zhang Ji shook his head.

Upon hearing that, Black Meng instantly knew he had encountered a high being.

...

"The True Immortals are no more."

"The Four Sects are reduced to their scattered Primordial Spirits and Qi Cultivation Disciples. Now everyone is hunting down these remnants mercilessly. They either surrender or die; the Four Sects exist in name only."

Zhang Yang stood in front of Lu Qingfeng, his expression exultant.

Thirty years ago.

Even just a few months earlier when Lu Qingfeng captured Great Victory Ancestor Master and two others, Zhang Yang could not have imagined that the Four Sects would perish in such a manner.

Not only had the True Immortals perished.

Even those from the Four Sects in the snow-covered Beihan Divine Domain were forced to use a fueling strategy, sending over a hundred more True Immortals to their deaths.

As for Immortal Artifacts, there is no need to say more.

Seeing the Four Sects suffer such losses, Zhang Yang felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

His admiration for Lu Qingfeng grew even more.

It was like returning to the time at Two Pole Star and Fengyue Star, his teacher was still as unfathomable as ever. Regardless of the situation, no matter the threat or the formidable enemy, he could always resolve it with ease.

Lu Qingfeng nodded slightly as he listened.

He had already heard plenty about these matters on his way to Taoshan from monks like the junior White Cloud disciples who sought to join him.

"The Four Sects have been destroyed."

"All the fate and fortune within the Little Shu Mountain Realm now belong solely to you. Let me see, how is your destiny now," Lu Qingfeng looked towards Zhang Yang.

A vertical eye opened on his forehead, and he could see that above Zhang Yang's head, his destiny was billowing like smoke signals, shockingly vast. Compared with thirty years ago, it had increased not just a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

Such fortune.

Truly capable of slaying gods and Buddhas in its path, utterly unbeatable.

"Excellent!"

"Wonderful!" Lu Qingfeng retracted his Divine Skills and laughed out loud before saying to Zhang Yang, "By slaying more than three hundred True Immortals, boundless fortune has descended upon you. With such fate, you need only cultivate earnestly within the Little Shu Mountain Realm. In the future, when you challenge the domain of Earth Immortal by transcending the 'Heavenly Person Five Decays,' you'll have a two or three in ten chance of succeeding."

"Teacher's great kindness, I, your disciple, can never repay you, even if I die a thousand times!" Zhang Yang knew that all of this was thanks to his teacher's planning.

To deliver over three hundred True Immortals, one by one, to be slain in broad daylight. Such skill, such boldness, even the Taoshan Four Sects would certainly be unable to accomplish this.

Moved in his heart, Zhang Yang bowed deeply to Lu Qingfeng, and knelt for a long time, unwilling to rise.

Looking at Zhang Yang.

Lu Qingfeng felt reassured and helped him up, "If you can become an Earth Immortal, I, your teacher, will be completely content."

His words carried a heavy expectation.

If Zhang Yang could become an Immortal, it would not be in vain for their teacher-student relationship.

As for repayment?

Lu Qingfeng did anticipate this.

He did not think about or need Zhang Yang to sell his life for him, but if Zhang Yang could roam the myriad realms, searching for the whereabouts of the Immortal Qin Realm and provide even a bit of hope for his reunion with Ao Le, Lu Qingfeng would be satisfied.

"Your disciple will not let down teacher's painstaking efforts!" Zhang Yang didn't know what Lu Qingfeng was thinking.

He just saw his teacher's earnest hope and felt moved and burdened at the same time. He only hoped to become an Earth Immortal as soon as possible, to be worthy of his teacher's profound love.

Lu Qingfeng heard him and smiled before taking out Four Directions Heavenly Gate, each gate with a Heavenly Observation Mirror hanging on it.

He handed them to Zhang Yang.

"These are the Four Directions Heavenly Gates leading in and out of the Little Shu Mountain Realm. After you refine them, you should understand their power. I, your teacher, have important affairs to attend to outside and should not stay long in the Little Shu Mountain Realm. Take control of these Four Directions Heavenly Gates. Once you have proven yourself as an Earth Immortal, you may dismantle or distribute them, passing control to a True Immortal disciple to ensure our lineage endures."

"After you, perhaps tens of thousands of years later, our lineage may produce another Earth Immortal." The power of these Four Heavenly Gates only manifest within the Little Shu Mountain Realm and cannot be taken out, hence the Four Sects left them in the care of their True Immortals.

As Lu Qingfeng was about to leave, he naturally wanted to leave them behind.

After Zhang Yang accepted them seriously.

Lu Qingfeng took out a big seal, "This is an Immortal Artifact called the 'Xuankong Seal,' refined by the Earth Immortal Ancestor 'Gong Han' of the Taoshan Taohua Sword Sect in the Silent Annihilation Thunder Domain. It's a Thunder supreme treasure. Refine it, and in the future, even if a True Immortal within the Little Shu Mountain Realm grows arrogant and challenges your position, with this seal, you can suppress them."

[Immortal Artifact: Xuankong Seal]

[Grade: First Rank]

[Description: The Earth Immortal Ancestor 'Gong Han' of Nanhua Realm's Taoshan Taohua Sword Sect endured eighteen million years in the 'Silent Annihilation Thunder Domain' to refine this treasure. When activated, it unleashes thunder fire. With a thought, it bursts forth, and upon the sound of swift thunder, the person is struck dead.]

"The Xuankong Seal!"

Zhang Yang received the Immortal Seal with joy on his face, "Teacher—"

When he looked up.

Lu Qingfeng was already nowhere to be seen. Only his words lingered by Zhang Yang's ear: "White Cloud Mountain's Black Meng shares some fate with me. If he meets your standards, you may take him as your disciple."

"Black Meng."

Zhang Yang saw off his teacher's departure and then turned to look down the mountain. There he saw the junior White Cloud disciples leading eight disciples to the base of Setshan.

…

Outside the mortal realm.

Little Ruoshui River.

Lu Qingfeng opened the 'Taiyin Calamity Crossing Robe' to resist the tremendous pressure of the Little Ruoshui River.

Others could not leave the Little Shu Mountain Realm without the aid of the Heavenly Gates.

But he, with Great Divine Power, could not be contained. He emerged directly and landed in the midst of the Little Ruoshui River.

Thirty years in the blink of an eye.

At long last, he had arrived here again.

Before departing, Lu Qingfeng encountered the same youth he had spent half a year with when he first entered the Little Shu Mountain Realm. Given Lu Qingfeng's level, since there was destiny, he was not stingy.

He had no intention of taking on disciples.

However, as Zhang Yang would still spend some time in the Little Shu Mountain Realm and only had Qin Fan as his disciple, if Zhang Yang took a liking to Black Meng and accepted him as a disciple, it was also a stroke of luck for Black Meng.

As for what comes after, Lu Qingfeng was no longer concerned.

Withdrawing his spirit.

A glance in the four directions.

"Open!"

Lu Qingfeng waved a hand in front of his forehead, and immediately, Xuan Light flashed, a vertical eye opened up, illuminating throughout the Ruishui River.

One could see.

A scroll of landscape painting, sinking and floating within the Ruishui River, its radiance obscured by the waters, entirely hidden.

As insignificant as a grain of sand in the vast ocean.

If not for the 'Daluo Cave Temple,' even Lu Qingfeng would not be able to see it.

"The Little Shu Mountain Realm."

A look of joy flashed in Lu Qingfeng's eyes, and he hastened his gaze.