One Thought Becomes Demonic, Shushan

"Who's there!" The person on the wall, like a dried corpse, suddenly had an extraordinary divine light flash in their eyes.

Who had managed to enter the secret chamber without their knowledge! True Master Qingxu also shot to his feet.

Yuan Tianyi, clad in white and barefoot, stood quietly at the entrance of the secret chamber, looking at Luo Bei, who lay on the ground, lulled into sleep by his most rudimentary Spirit Soothing Incantation.

"You!..." True Master Qingxu's hair stood on end. This barefoot white-clad figure, who could enter the secret chamber without a sound, was clearly no ordinary person. Yet, he couldn't sense any magical fluctuations from Yuan Tianyi. He only felt that this man, whose handsome appearance was almost demonic, possessed an indescribable vastness and pressure.

"If you had diligently taught Luo Bei and formed karma with him, perhaps your Purple Micro Daoist Temple would have achieved more than its current status because of him in the future." Yuan Tianyi slightly raised his eyes to look at True Master Qingxu. "For this Purple River Rebirth, to strengthen your divine soul, you didn't hesitate to use the blood and living souls of so many of your disciples to refine this pill. Therefore, the destruction of the Purple Micro Daoist Temple today is all due to your single thought."

A faint silver light flashed in his eyes as they spoke, causing True Master Qingxu's body to stiffen for no reason, as if his entire body and Primordial Spirit were being pricked by countless ice needles.

The bearing of a Grandmaster!

"You actually used the blood and living souls of the Purple Micro Daoist Temple's disciples?" The person on the wall, like a dried corpse, exclaimed in disbelief. This blood and living soul was the final ingredient for the Purple River Rebirth Pill. The stronger the blood and living souls, the more True Master Qingxu's own divine soul would grow when he performed the Purple River Rebirth technique, making it easier to dissolve and replace Luo Bei's Primordial Spirit. The blood and living souls of cultivators were naturally stronger than those of ordinary mortals, but the person on the wall, like a dried corpse, could never have imagined that True Master Qingxu would use the blood and living souls of his own disciples to refine this Purple River Rebirth Pill! After uttering a sound of disbelief, the person on the wall, like a dried corpse, looked at Yuan Tianyi and suddenly trembled all over, "You are the Sect Master of the Luofu Sect, Yuan Tianyi!"

"Your knowledge is a hundred times better than your Senior Brother's." Yuan Tianyi looked at the person on the wall like a dried corpse. "It's just that your Dao power is completely lost, and you're at the end of your rope, kept alive only by the pills. Even I cannot save you."

"I know that." The person on the wall, like a dried corpse, gave a desolate smile, but tears fell from their eyes.

Those tears were red... blood tears!

True Master Qingxu had imprisoned him here, keeping him alive with pills, intending for him to witness his mistakes and see how True Master Qingxu would achieve Purple River Rebirth and build a foundation unprecedented in the Purple Micro Daoist Temple. But the outcome was as he had predicted: True Master Qingxu was the one in error.

He shed blood tears, not for himself, but because the Purple Micro Daoist Temple was certain to be annihilated today, disappearing from the world.

Ten thousand years of Buddhist cultivation, a single thought turns to demon!

The illusion of life and death, often hinges on a single thought!

The red light emanating from the dark red Purple River Rebirth Pill illuminated True Master Qingxu's distorted face, making him look unspeakably ferocious.

"No one will stop me from achieving Purple River Rebirth!" With a boom, a purple divine thunder exploded in True Master Qingxu's hand, striking towards Yuan Tianyi. At the same time, the silver needle in his hand continued to stab towards Luo Bei's forehead.

Even now, True Master Qingxu was unaware, or rather, True Master Qingxu, who had personally slaughtered his own disciples to refine this Purple River Rebirth Pill, had truly gone mad, like someone who had lost their mind!

A golden light bloomed in Yuan Tianyi's hand, instantly transforming into a glazed flame great blade. The Purple Mansion Divine Thunder unleashed by True Master Qingxu, upon contact with the golden glazed light, scattered like leaping purple little snakes. The golden glazed great blade, as if encountering nothing, directly sliced True Master Qingxu in half. The surging light and flames then cut through the roof of the secret chamber like slicing tofu, directly tearing open the roof of the secret chamber and the entire house, shooting up hundreds of feet into the sky.

The disparity in strength was simply too great.

In an instant, True Master Qingxu was killed by Yuan Tianyi.

And the beam of glazed light soaring into the sky caused people within a radius of hundreds of miles to gaze towards the direction of the Daoist temple.

Even though he was cut in half and his Primordial Spirit was instantly dissolved with a single strike, True Master Qingxu's hands, falling to either side, still tightly clutched that silver needle.

Yuan Tianyi took a step, and in one step, he was in front of the person on the wall, like a dried corpse.

After nodding slightly towards the person on the wall like a dried corpse, Yuan Tianyi pointed a finger at his forehead.

The divine light in the eyes of the dried corpse-like person instantly dimmed and dissipated.

With this finger, Yuan Tianyi severed all the life force that had been sustaining him with the medicinal power of the pills.

However, in his eyes, which were streaming with blood tears, in the instant before his life force was cut off, a flicker of gratitude appeared.

Because living for even one more second meant one more second of unbearable pain.

Specks of starlight penetrated through the huge crack in the roof of the secret chamber. Several brilliant sword lights shot out from Shushan, a hundred miles away.

After glancing at the several lightning-fast sword lights, Yuan Tianyi looked down at Luo Bei again and sighed softly in his heart, "The path has been paved for you; how you walk it will depend on yourself."

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Bei suddenly woke up and sat up, gasping for air as if from a nightmare.

If his body had truly been taken, it would have been the most cruel nightmare!

But he was still himself. Even the medicine on the wounds inflicted by those vicious dogs seemed to have been changed and re-bandaged. Moreover, these medicines seemed more potent than those from the Purple Micro Daoist Temple, with a cool sensation that didn't cause any pain at all.

Luo Bei took a deep breath and looked around. His gaze fell upon a simple side room with two small latticed windows. The wind outside seemed to be blowing, causing them to tremble slightly. The room was simply and cleanly furnished. Besides the wooden bed he was lying on, there was a set of pine wood table and chairs, exuding the fragrance of pine. On the wall next to the two small windows hung a calligraphy. Luo Bei didn't recognize the four characters "Calm Spirit, Nourish Qi," but he felt that they possessed astonishing power, as if sword qi were crisscrossing the paper.

Under the bed was a pair of brand-new black cloth shoes. Luo Bei got out of bed, put on the shoes, and walked towards the door.

The door was ajar, and a faint, damp, cool breeze seemed to be blowing in.

"What is this place? Why am I here again?"

Luo Bei thought to himself, and with a creak, he pushed open the door.

Outside the door, the sunlight was warm and slightly dazzling, but with a soft cry, Luo Bei's eyes widened involuntarily.

In front of the door was a small courtyard, like that of an ordinary household, planted with some common vegetables. Beside the vegetable patch, some purple wildflowers swayed lonely in the wind. But the location where Luo Bei stood was also on a mountain peak!

This mountain peak, like the nameless peak where he was in Luofu, was incredibly high. The clouds, thick as white cotton, were also beneath Luo Bei's feet.

And within his sight were countless mountain peaks emerging from the sea of clouds, numbering over a hundred.

These mountain peaks, above the vast white sea of clouds, resembled islands. And these hundreds of mountain peaks, connected together, presented an incomparably majestic sight under the midday sun.

But that wasn't all!

Luo Bei saw at a glance that on many of the mountain peaks, besides various strange trees, there were also imposing buildings.

On some mountain peaks, the structures were layered upon each other, almost entirely covered with ancient and grand palaces and buildings. "What is that!" Luo Bei even saw that several pointed mountain peaks, also covered with trees and adorned with palaces and buildings, were suspended in the air without any visible support.

The majestic sight of the thousands of peaks like crouching tigers and coiled dragons in the sea of clouds, the abundant Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.

"What on earth is this place?" For a moment, Luo Bei couldn't help but be profoundly shaken!

"You... you're awake?" a weak voice came from below.

On the stone steps that stretched into the sea of clouds, a youth, who had been sitting there in a daze, wearing a blue cloth robe and appearing even younger than Luo Bei, stood up in a bit of a panic.

This youth was even smaller and thinner than Luo Bei. His ill-fitting blue cloth robe seemed a bit too large, making his frame appear hollow within the garment as it billowed in the mountain wind. His eyes always held a hint of unconscious humility and timidity.

Luo Bei only noticed him after he spoke, realizing the youth was on the steps below him. He was momentarily stunned and asked, "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"I... I... my name is Lin Hang. This... this... this is... Shu... Shushan. Please... please wait here a moment, I'll go inform Senior Brother Ming Zhe." After saying this with a slight tremor, the youth turned and hobbled away quickly down the stone steps. He was a youth who stuttered and had a limp.

"This is Shushan?!" Luo Bei stood still, staring blankly at the scene before him, repeating the sentence in a low voice.

With several "whooshing" sounds, the thick sea of clouds suddenly parted, and a sword light of white and crimson gold pierced through, landing instantly before Luo Bei.

Arriving on the white sword light was a middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe, appearing to be in his thirties. He had a pale face without a beard, his black hair was shiny and coiled on his head, secured with a snake-shaped bronze hairpin. He had a slender build and looked very elegant.

The one arriving on the crimson sword light was a young man in a green martial arts uniform, with a black, scale-like leather armor over it. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, his messy, straw-like hair casually tied back. He looked both heroic and unrestrained. "Tsk tsk, truly rare good bone structure," the youth exclaimed as soon as he stood before Luo Bei.