Three Immortal Islands.
It was Lin Tian who transformed Chaos fragments into Yingzhou, abbot, Penglai three islands, and used the supreme Supernatural Power to combine them together.
The residence of Yang Mei is on Fangzhang Island.
Within the main hall.
On the futon, Great Immortal Yang Mei sits as quietly as a pine tree. There are countless subtle spatial folds around him that are unstable in life and death.
His eyes fell on Zhen Yuanzi, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed across from him.
At this time, Zhen Yuanzi's aura is as deep as the sea, majestic and vast, and it is already the peak state of Primordial Origin Golden Immortal!
Yang Mei looked at his disciple, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.
It is indeed rare to be able to go from a state of self-destruction to the state of Hunyuan in such a short period of time, to return to the realm of Hunyuan, to reach the peak, and to realize one's own Spatial Law to the realm of Xiaocheng. Such a mind and understanding are indeed rare.
After a long time, Zhen Yuanzi slowly opened his eyes, the light in his eyes was restrained, as if the vision of towering green trees and the rotation of space flashed away.
He felt the surging power in his body. The Primordial Origin Golden Immortal peak mana was enough to make him proud of Primordial Wilderness most quasi-sages.
However, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed deep in his eyes.
"The peak of Primordial Origin Golden Immortal... is still a little short of the real Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal. With such a level of cultivation, if you want to find Di Jun and Taiyi to kill Karma and avenge Hong Yun's old friends... it's not enough, not enough!"
He secretly thought in his heart that the flame of revenge was intertwined with the desire for a higher realm.
That Demon Race has huge power. After so many years, not to mention other people, such as Taiyi, must have reached the level of Quasi-Saint Peak.
He gathered his thoughts, stood up, straightened his clothes, came to Yang Mei, then knelt down on his knees and made a big salute. "Disciple Zhen Yuanzi, thank you Master for your careful teaching and reinvention over the years! Without Master, this disciple may have cut off his path and sink into a sea of misery."
His words were sincere and full of gratitude.
If it weren't for Dao Venerable Lin Tian and his master, he might have died long ago.
Yang Mei accepted this gift, lifted the whisk lightly, and a soft force of space lifted Zhen Yuanzi. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Idiot, get up. Your achievements today are all due to your own efforts and Creation. Being a teacher is just a guide."
He looked at Zhen Yuanzi with deep eyes and continued, "The Law of Wood you have cultivated has reached the edge of perfection. There is only one last chance left to try to condense the Hunyuan Dao Fruit and prove the Hunyuan Dao. However, this last step is very mysterious and cannot be done by force. When you can take this last step depends entirely on your own fate."
Zhen Yuanzi felt a little anxious after hearing this. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, is there no other way to help this disciple take this last step?"
Yang Mei shook his head slowly, knowing that Zhen Yuanzi wanted to take revenge as soon as possible. "Zhen Yuanzi, don't let desire influence your thoughts. You can't force anything, otherwise Heart Demon will easily happen. When the time comes, you will naturally know it."
Seeing what Master said, Zhen Yuanzi knew that it would be useless to ask any more questions, so he had no choice but to suppress his anxiety.
He pondered for a moment and then said, "Master, I don't know how many years have passed since I left Wuzhuang Temple, and I miss you very much in my heart. Now that I have made some progress in cultivation, I want to go back and take a look."
Yang Mei nodded slightly. "Go. Remember, the Tao is under your feet and in your heart. Don't be too persistent in everything."
"Disciples, please remember Master's teachings!"
Zhen Yuanzi bowed again, then stood up, the power of the space around him fluctuated slightly, took one step, and the figure disappeared like a bubble, leaving Three Immortal Islands.
Yang Mei looked at the direction Zhen Yuanzi left and sighed slightly.
Western Ox Continent, Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.
Since Zhen Yuanzi left that year, Wuzhuang Temple has been opening a protective array to isolate himself from the outside world.
Qingfeng and Mingyue, following the master's instructions when he left, guarded the Daoist temple and the Ginseng Fruit tree day and night.
Many years have passed, relying on the rich spiritual energy of Wuzhuang Temple and some of the elixir skills left by Zhen Yuanzi, Qingfeng Mingyue is no longer the two ignorant Daoist boys back then, and has stepped into the realm of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
However, they never had the thought of leaving, and they only cared about the master in their hearts.
On this day, Qingfeng finished cleaning the courtyard and looked at the silent Daoist temple. He couldn't help but sigh to Mingyue who was watering the spiritual spring for the Ginseng Fruit tree, "Mingyue, you said... Master, he has been gone for so many years and there is no news... Could it be... Already..."
"Bah, bah, bah! Qingfeng What nonsense are you talking about!"
Mingyue immediately interrupted him, pouting, with an unquestionable determination on his face, "Master, he Supernatural Power is vast, and his magic power is Tongtian! How could something happen? There must be something important outside that has been delayed! Maybe he is in retreat somewhere in a fairyland to meditate on the supreme Great Dao!"
Even so, there was a trace of unnoticeable worry hidden deep in her eyes.
After all, it has been too long.
Qingfeng heard this and felt that he had made a mistake. He clapped his mouth quickly and looked melancholy. "Yes, yes, I am talking nonsense. The master will definitely return safely, he will definitely..."
Mingyue nodded vigorously, as if to cheer himself up. "Yes! I will definitely do it!"
The moment the two of them finished speaking, the protective formation above Wuzhuang Temple suddenly rippled like water waves!
A ripple in space flashed past, and the next moment, a figure in green robe appeared in the courtyard.
The light dissipated, revealing the figure of the man, who was none other than Zhen Yuanzi!
"Huh? Who?"
Qingfeng Mingyue Realized that something was wrong, he turned around and his eyes widened instantly, as if someone had been immobilized. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, almost unable to believe his eyes.
"Master... Master?" Qingfeng's voice was trembling with disbelief.
"Is... is it you? Master?" Mingyue also rubbed his eyes, his voice crying.
Zhen Yuanzi looked at the two of them and smiled slightly, "What? I haven't seen you for many years, so you don't recognize your master? If it's not me, who can it be?"
"You two little guys, were you secretly talking about me behind my back just now?"
Zhen Yuanzi deliberately kept a serious face, but there was a smile in his eyes.
After confirming that the master was really back, Qingfeng Mingyue could no longer suppress his emotions. His nose felt sore and he rushed to Zhen Yuanzi. He fell to his knees with a "pop", hugged his legs and cried.
"Master! You are back! Wuwuwu... You haven't come back for so long. We thought... we thought..."
Qingfeng was choked with sobs and could not even speak completely.
Mingyue also wiped away tears and sobbed. "I wish I could come back safely, I just wish I could come back! Master... we miss you so much!"
Seeing the two Daoist boys crying in tears, Zhen Yuanzi was filled with emotion. He leaned over and helped Qingfeng Mingyue up with a gentle voice. "Okay, don't cry. Isn't the master back? I have worked hard for you all these years. You can stick to the Daoist temple, never leave, and keep this place in order. I am very pleased."
Mingyue couldn't wait to ask, "Master, where have you been all these years? What happened when you left suddenly? Was it with Master Hong Yun..."
When Hong Yun was mentioned, the smile on Zhen Yuanzi's face gradually faded away and turned into a long sigh.
His eyes became profound, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the moment that made him heartbroken.
"This matter is a long story..."
Zhen Yuanzi did not hide anything and slowly told what happened after he left.
Although his tone was calm, the grief, anger, helplessness and deep-seated hatred contained in it made Qingfeng Mingyue feel emotional and empathize with him.
After a long time, Zhen Yuanzi finished speaking.
Qingfeng Mingyue has already been extremely angry!
"This is unreasonable! Demon Race is simply too deceptive!"
Qingfeng Clenched his fists, if it weren't for his lack of strength, he would have wanted to go to the demon world and kill everyone.
Mingyue was also furious. "They... actually besieged and forced Master Hong Yun to death! They dared to besiege you, Master! This hatred is irreconcilable! Master, we must avenge Master Hong Yun! We must make those damn Demon Race pay the price!"
Looking at the two Daoist boys who were filled with righteous indignation, Zhen Yuanzi felt a cold murderous intention intertwined with a warm current in his heart.
He reached out and patted the two of them on the shoulders, but there was a cold light in his eyes at this moment.
"This revenge must be avenged."
Zhen Yuanzi's voice was low and decisive, "Hong Yun, my old friend, I, Zhen Yuanzi, will personally... settle it with them one by one!"