Mount Wuyi Big Red Robe

Houtu chuckled and said, "Why am I telling you this?"

Bai Jin replied, "If you are moved, it must be because Great God Pangu has entrusted you with a mission."

Houtu was momentarily lost in thought, frowning as she pondered. She murmured, "A mission?! Perhaps!"

After a moment, Bai Jin couldn't help but say, "Your Ladyship, I came down the mountain for training, but now I'm lost. I'd like to ask for directions."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Mount Wuyi!"

The earth suddenly trembled, and in an instant, the world spun. Bai Jin cried out in surprise, his vision blurring as if he were in a yellow tunnel. Yellow light streamed past him, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

The world suddenly cleared. Bai Jin stood in the mountain forest, dizzy and disoriented. He shook his head vigorously and looked around. The sun had just risen, and the world was clear. The environment had changed drastically. He was no longer in that mountain forest but on a mountain peak, surrounded by continuous mountain ranges shrouded in mist and fog, with birdsong filling the air.

Bai Jin surveyed the continuous mountain ranges and subconsciously called out the name of the mountain range: "Mount Wuyi~"

The famous mountains and rivers of the Great Desolation all had true names. Bai Jin would never mistake them.

Bai Jin's face lit up with joy. He quickly bowed to all directions and said, "Many thanks to the merciful Empress Houtu."

A flash of light appeared on his body. "Caw~" A majestic Azure White Crane soared into the sky from the light, its elegant figure weaving through the sea of clouds, circling around the mountain peaks.

After a long while, the Azure White Crane approached a mountain peak. Suddenly, a blood-red light shot out from the summit, piercing the crane like an arrow.

The Azure White Crane's body flashed with light, revealing a human form. He reached out and grabbed the blood-red light. A long spear trembled in his hand, emitting a terrifying killing intent.

Bai Jin turned and flicked his wrist. The spear flew back, and with a BOOM~, a massive impact sound echoed from the mountaintop. A figure was instantly shot flying by the spear, crashing into a distant mountain peak like a meteor, sending rocks and debris tumbling down.

THUD~ The rocks exploded, and a figure flew out from the scattered debris. Wielding a spear, he moved with lightning speed and viciously thrust it at Bai Jin.

A pale green longsword materialized in Bai Jin's hand. With a swing, a sharp sword qi swept out. With a crisp CRACK~, and a PUFF~, blood splattered. The person and their spear were instantly split in half, falling into the deep mountain valley below.

"What a ruthless brat~" a ethereal voice sounded.

Six figures appeared on the opposite mountain peak. Each exuded a deep aura, their bodies shrouded in an lingering aura of blood and malevolence.

Bai Jin looked at the old man in the center and said menacingly, "Aren't you the ruthless ones? You attacked before we even met. If my skills were any weaker, I would have been killed."

Hahahaha~ The six figures burst into laughter. Amidst their laughter, they moved instantly.

Six beast heads formed from black mist lunged at Bai Jin, including wolves, tigers, snakes, and eagles. The ferocious aura condensed into bloodlust that assailed them. For cultivators with weaker mental fortitude, this bloodlust could make their Primordial Spirits tremble and their magic freeze.

The Demon Race? Bai Jin frowned subconsciously. He relaxed his grip, and the longsword in his palm flew out. Three more immortal swords instantly appeared beside him. Each immortal sword was inscribed with two characters: Qingming, Qingyu, Qingxiao, and Qingyun.

Bai Jin formed a sword finger with his hand and raised it. He suddenly swung it down and said calmly, "Immortal Slaying Myriad Sword Art, SLAY!"

The four immortal swords split into thousands, forming four torrents of sword qi that surged out. BOOM~ BOOM~ BOOM~ They dispersed the six beast heads. The six figures fought within the four torrents of sword qi. BANG BANG BANG~ The sounds of impact echoed through the valley. Blood-red light splattered amidst the myriad swords. The moment they made contact, they were at a complete disadvantage.

Exclamations of shock and anger rang out: "Stop quickly! We are from the Demon Court."

"Immortal, spare us! We were wrong."

"His Majesty the Demon Emperor will not let you go."

Pleading and threatening voices echoed within the myriad swords.

"Bloodlust fills the sky, and resentment clings to you. How can this humble Taoist spare you?" Bai Jin turned his hand, and the myriad sword qi rotated, forming a towering sword qi vortex that enveloped the six figures.

"Ah~ Damn it!"

"I will kill you."

"Spare me!"

A moment later, the sword qi vortex dissipated, leaving nothing behind. Four brilliant immortal swords flew back and hovered in front of Bai Jin.

Bai Jin waved his hand, and the four immortal swords disappeared.

"ROAR~" A loud, joyful cry echoed from the mountain peak ahead.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Bai Jin's eyes. Why is there a dragon's roar here? Since the Dragon-Han Calamity, most of the surviving Dragon Race had followed Azure Dragon Saint Venerable to guard the eastern extreme of the heavens. Only a small number of dragons lived in the Four Seas, ruling over the aquatic creatures. They rarely came ashore to avoid karma. How could a dragon appear here? Judging by the sound, it was definitely a true dragon, not a transformed flood dragon.

Bai Jin stepped on white clouds and floated to the mountaintop. He looked around. Strange rocks were scattered across the summit, and the wind rustled the pine and cypress trees, but there was no sign of anyone.

Bai Jin asked loudly, "May I know which fellow Daoist of the Dragon Race is here?"

A young, hurried voice responded, "Dragon Race Ao Guang pays respects to senior."

Ao Guang? Bai Jin's mind subconsciously conjured an image of an old Dragon King wearing a dragon robe and sporting a white beard. Isn't Ao Guang the Dragon King of the East Sea from the Journey to the West era?

The young voice said urgently, "Senior, save me! Please save me!"

Bai Jin released his divine sense to probe but could not find any trace. He frowned and asked, "Fellow Daoist Ao Guang, where are you?"

A ripple like flowing light suddenly appeared on the mountaintop, adorned with shimmering runes. The hurried voice came from within the ripple: "Senior, I am right here..."

Bai Jin's eyes lit up. He took a step forward, and his figure instantly turned into a stream of light, shooting into the ripple.

"...You can save me from outside," the latter half of the voice finally came through.

A clear light shot in and landed in front of a young man with dragon horns, revealing Bai Jin's figure.

Bai Jin looked at Ao Guang and asked confusedly, "What did you say?"

Ao Guang's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. He murmured, "He's in too. He's also come in." He squatted on the ground, clutching his head in dismay, and said, "It's over. We can't get out now. Why is my life so bitter!"

Bai Jin surveyed his surroundings. It was a cave. Dense stalactites hung from the cave ceiling, illuminating the space. A large tree grew in the center of the space, its leaves emitting a faint glow, making it appear very beautiful.

Bai Jin's eyes lit up. He took a step forward and flew towards the tree, hovering before it. He touched the leaves and exclaimed in surprise, "Big Red Robe Mother Tree."

This was one of his goals for coming to Mount Wuyi. He had only intended to look for it casually but didn't expect to find it, and it didn't seem to be an ordinary one.

A voice suddenly came from behind Bai Jin, "Big Red Robe Mother Tree? Is it very precious?"

Bai Jin replied without turning his head, "Very precious!"