Your Disciple Ding Yu Pays Respects to You, Master!

In reality, life is like fleeting clouds, and a decade or so can pass in the blink of an eye.

In the game.

It has been 1,800 years since Ding Yu attained the Earth Immortal Dao Fruit.

The Five Directions Realm.

Western Continent.

In its early years, this continent was ravaged by demons, its Spiritual Qi was depleted, and all the Spirit Vein, large and small, collapsed.

After the great calamity.

As time passed, the Immortal Dao was revived.

The immortal Immortal Dao buried in the ruins were unearthed one by one.

Left path, side door, upper door.

During the prosperous period of the Western Continent, many immortal sects rose again under the leadership of outstanding individuals who inherited their traditions.

It is gradually showing signs of revival.

In.

Led by the three major sects of the Pestilence-Dispelling Immortal Sect, Eight Gods Temple, and Sacred Armor Sect, the alliance unites all the unorthodox sects, heretical paths, and Rogue Cultivator in the Western Continent to establish the 'Western Continent Cultivation Alliance'. This alliance aims to unite against the ubiquitous demons of the Five Directions Realm, confront the Longevity Alliance, and simultaneously form a pincer movement with the Eastern Continent Alliance and the South Sea Alliance.

Among the three major sects of the Western Continent Alliance, the Eight Gods Temple Sect is proficient in the "Acupoint-Nurturing Art," which is the way to nurture Spirit Vein and establish spiritual acupoints. Therefore, the Spiritual Qi recovery in the Western Continent is far more rapid than that in the Eastern Continent and the South Sea.

Numerous Spirit Vein, large and small, are scattered throughout.

With the Eight Gods Temple influence, all the major and minor immortal sects of the Western Continent Alliance also benefited.

But among all the places in the Western Continent, the place with the most abundant Spiritual Qi is still the 'Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges'.

"The Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges is truly a treasure land."

"Those clansmen who ventured out to make their way back said that the Spiritual Qi in the outside world is far inferior to that of the Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges. Many clansmen couldn't stand it and returned after three to five years."

In the lush green bamboo forest, a chubby-faced boy followed behind a young man, walking through the woods, stopping every now and then to break the ground and dig out a bamboo shoot.

While digging, he was talking to the young man in front of him.

Holding a pickaxe, the young man looked at the endless bamboo forest with awe in his eyes and said, "It's normal that you're young and don't know. But I heard from the elders that this Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges has quite a background."

"What's their background?"

The boy's interest shifted to the young man.

Carrying a basket on his back, Meng Qiu searched for medicinal bamboo shoots while reminiscing, "It is said that 1,800 years ago, the Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges was a barren wasteland, devoid of any vegetation. But in that year, immortals rode dragons and settled here. The Twelve Divine Dragons they rode lay on the ground and became the twelve mountain ranges of the Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges. Our Meng Household lived on that barren land. After the land became a treasure trove, our ancestors cultivated in the ridge. For nearly two thousand years, the Meng Household has become a prominent Lineage in the Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges."

Speaking of the Meng Household, young Meng Qiu felt quite proud.

"Ah!"

"The Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges has such a significant background?"

Young Meng Huo immediately became interested and hurriedly asked, "The divine dragon transformed into the Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges, but what about the immortals? Where did they go?!"

Cultivation by monks.

Starting from the Postnatal, one must go through the Fourth Realm Foundation Establishment, Spirit Void, Core Formation, Primordial Spirit before one can become True Immortal.

The Meng Household is a well-known Lineage in the Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridges, but they only have two True Person Ancestors in charge.

The realm of immortals remains an unattainable goal.

Meng Huo had only heard of the two patriarchs' names but had never seen them, so he was naturally very curious.

"Immortal—"

Meng Qiu, with his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, gazed into the depths of the bamboo forest, saying with a mixture of belief and doubt, "I've heard that the immortal sleeps in this ridge, and some say there's more than one. Some say the immortal is a kind-faced old man, others say a celestial child. The bamboo groves, large and small, in these mountains mostly sprout from nothing in thirty to fifty years, which is because of this Azure Bamboo Immortal Child. Still others say it's a celestial maiden descended from heaven; some have seen her weeping sadly in the starry night..."

In short, there are many conflicting accounts, making it difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood; even the clan elders are unaware. It's likely that only the three largest families and four major clans in the mountains know the truth.

"If there really are immortals, I wonder if they could heal my Dantian."

Meng Huo clutched his stomach, his eyes brightening briefly before suddenly dimming again.

Seeing this, Meng Qiu secretly blamed himself and hurriedly said from the side, "There are countless spirit medicine and elixirs in the world, and great cultivators are even more Divine Ability. Your Dantian is just unable to accumulate Internal Breath. Once you have completed the Foundation Establishment and entered the Lineage's Dharma Hall, you can find the Lineage's top pharmacists and Alchemist to refine medicines and pills for you. At that time, you will definitely be cured."

In the cultivation Lineage, the youngest brother Meng Huo suffered damage to his Innate Dantian, making it impossible for him to accumulate Internal Breath and thus hindering his cultivation.

The future looks bleak.

As the elder brother, Meng Qiu naturally couldn't bear it.

Seeing his elder brother's nervousness, Meng Huo concealed his disappointment and grinned, "Brother, don't worry about me. Even if I can't cultivate, I can still study pharmacology. In the future, when you cultivate, I will prepare medicine and refine pills for you."

"Good lad!"

Meng Qiu was gratified to hear this, knowing that his younger brother was only saying he didn't care, but he still really wanted to cultivate. Every day, seeing those powerful cultivators in the Lineage, his eyes would show great envy. He was also well-behaved and sensible, and didn't want to worry him, so even when he wanted to cultivate, he would secretly get up in the middle of the night to practice his fists and feet in the courtyard.

This kid thinks he doesn't know.

Meng Qiu pretended not to know, but in reality, she was heartbroken.

"Hey-hey."

Meng Huo grinned foolishly, revealing a set of big white teeth. Suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise as he stared intently ahead. He saw a child, about five or six years old, emerge from a swaying Green Bamboo stalk in the bamboo forest.

The child had a face as white as jade, with rosy and fair skin, his complexion glowing with a rosy tint. He wore a green bamboo-patterned robe, was barefoot, and looked quite spirited.

He was also holding a Green Bamboo Staff in his hand.

She was winking at him.

"Where did this little fellow come from? There are many bamboo roots in the bamboo forest that have been cut down and sharpened. It would be troublesome if he fell and bumped into something!" Meng Huo thought he was seeing things and didn't find it strange. He ran towards the barefoot child while saying this.

Meng Qiu found it strange. This bamboo forest in the back mountain was rarely visited by people. Only the Meng Household disciples with low cultivation levels would dig up some spiritual bamboo shoots to eat in the bamboo forest. How could a five or six-year-old child appear here?

"Could it be a ghost?"

Meng Qiu looked at the boy again and saw that he was calm and composed, unlike ordinary children. Startled, he quickly called out to Meng Huo, "Little brother, come back!"

"Big brother?"

Meng Huo stopped and turned to look at his elder brother.

But he saw his elder brother's eyes widen, and before his eyes seemed to be wisps of starlight, and he felt a cool sensation all over his body. Meng Huo was puzzled, and when he turned around again, the child had disappeared without a trace.

" With his Innate Dantian shattered, he is actually well-suited to cultivate the 'Astral Constellations Great Method'."

"Thirty-Six Heaven-Piercing Forms were passed down by Ding Yu and are the Foundation Establishment chapter of the Astral Constellations Great Method. If one can master them, there will be a special connection between them and my disciple."

Lu Qingfeng walked barefoot through the mountains, holding a Green Bamboo Staff in his hand.

In the bamboo forest.

He transformed into a Pure Tranquil Bamboo and cultivated for decades. When he awoke, the ground was covered in lush bamboo, and he happened to run into the two Meng Household brothers, which could be considered fate. Coincidentally, the young Meng Huo had a pleasing personality, so Lu Qingfeng casually bestowed upon him a chance to Immortal Destiny.

Whether he can seize the opportunity depends on himself.

For Lu Qingfeng, it was just a casual thing to do, and he wouldn't even pay attention to it again in the future.

Walking in the woods.

Before long, Lu Qingfeng crossed the mountains and merged into the earth, arriving at a wondrous place where the heavens and earth were indistinguishable. There was a large cocoon radiating a bright light in this place.

Like an enlarged version of a silkworm cocoon.

Yet, it also exudes wisps of starlight, and seems to contain the essence of the sun and moon, revealing the meaning of the perfect wholeness of the Heavenly Cycle.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The light cocoon expands and contracts continuously, beating like a heart.

Beside the cocoon of light.

A woman dressed in a simple long robe, with delicate features, sat serenely waiting. Upon seeing Lu Qingfeng approach, she quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Lu Qingfeng, and said, "Greetings, Senior."

Her voice was ethereal and otherworldly.

It was none other than Fairy Yanlan.

Lu Qingfeng stood a little further away, after all, he was too short, and at this distance, he could see Fairy Yanlan's face with just a slight tilt of his head.

He looked at Fairy Yanlan, his brows furrowing slightly. He sighed and shook his head, saying, "In your early years, you suffered a blow from that Ghost Nether Adept's 'Myriad Ghosts Excavation,' and the Netherworld Qi seeped into your heart and lungs. You didn't resolve it in time, and then you fought a series of battles, suffering repeated injuries. The Netherworld Qi in your body penetrated deep into your bone marrow and seeped into your soul. In addition, you were afflicted by the cold poison from the City of Evernight and the fire poison from the Sacred Flame Purgatory. The power of thunder is like a maggot clinging to your bones, and the sharp Sword Qi energy wounds your Primordial Spirit."

Their entanglement and brewing had long since exhausted their life force. Why not reincarnate sooner, so as to preserve some foundation for the next life?

Forcibly prolonging life with the essence of plants and trees, or merely sitting in meditation to extend one's lifespan, is ultimately not a long-term solution.

In the early years.

While searching for the elixir of immortality, Lu Qingfeng was unable to leave because he needed to cast a spell to protect Ding Yu. He had to rely on Fairy Yanlan. The fairy was strong-willed and deeply concerned for her master's safety, disregarding her own well-being.

Ding Yu now become an immortal.

Instead, she was left with a body full of injuries.

Whenever Lu Qingfeng saw Fairy Yanlan, he couldn't help but think of his wife Ao Le, who was far away and whose whereabouts were unknown.

He promised to return in sixteen years.

Now, however, 20,000 years have passed.

"Le'er must also be waiting anxiously at Mount Fulong, just like this."

Lu Qingfeng's eyes were clear, and through the layers of time and space, he seemed to see Ao Le sitting like a waiting-for-husband stone on the vast and boundless Mount Fulong, waiting bitterly for his husband to return.

He was thin and his back looked forlorn.

Endless sorrow and loneliness clung to her, making the beautiful woman appear rather poignant.

"Well!"

Lu Qingfeng felt endless heartache and deep regret. But the path of cultivation cannot be rushed. Sometimes, human effort is no match for destiny.

Like Fairy Yanlan before my eyes.

While she was well, Ding Yu was dying of grief.

When Ding Yu became Earth Immortal, she was already exhausted and dying.

It's all about timing and fate.

Lu Qingfeng could only sigh, powerless to do anything about it.

"Yanlan only wishes to wait for her teacher to wake up so she can see him one last time; she doesn't ask for a next life."

Fairy Yanlan looked at the cocoon of light beside her, a bright smile on her face. Then she bowed to Lu Qingfeng and said respectfully, "This junior is about to face Windfire Tribulation. I beg you, senior, to have mercy and set up Heaven-Shrouding Grand Formation to conceal the secrets of heaven and help this junior live a little longer."

Fairy Yanlan is currently Tribulation Transcendence.

The Windfire Tribulation once every three thousand years, is in sixteen years. In her current state, even if Lu Qingfeng lends her Immortal Artifact, the pressure of the calamity alone would be enough to kill her and annihilate her soul.

The only option is to hide.

We cannot cross!

You should think this through carefully.

"It is not difficult for me to set up Heaven-Shrouding Grand Formation to conceal the calamity, but the heavens have their own destiny. Once you leave the array, or even when you die and enter reincarnation, the calamity that was concealed will surely descend at the same time and blast you to pieces."

"At that time, if one dies and one's soul is destroyed, even reincarnation is difficult."

Lu Qingfeng's childish voice sounded serious, and his little face was also somewhat solemn.

I do not seek a next life.

Fairy Yanlan's eyes were resolute as she knelt down before Lu Qingfeng, banging her head on the ground, "Senior, have mercy!"

Lu Qingfeng shook his head.

"This approach is unacceptable."

Upon hearing this, Fairy Yanlan raised her head and saw the boy in green holding Green Bamboo Staff, gently tapping the cocoon of light where his teacher was sleeping and healing.

This glance startled her, and she exclaimed urgently, "What are you doing, senior?"

Lu Qingfeng ignored him.

He tapped the cocoon of light three times with his bamboo staff, then roared a thunderous voice, pouring it directly into the cocoon, "Disciple, wake up!"

"Disciple, wake up!"

"Disciple, wake up!"

"Disciple, wake up!"

The sound was stirring, echoing throughout this Nameless place.

Fairy Yanlan didn't even notice the word "disciple." She only saw Lu Qingfeng's movements, and her eyes turned bloodshot. Her Law Power, which had been dormant for many years, was about to be revived in an instant.

This means they're going to fight Lu Qingfeng to the death.

"Stop being so rude!"

A majestic voice rang out from all directions.

Upon hearing the all-too-familiar voice, Fairy Yanlan's imposing aura faltered. She turned to look and saw the cocoon of light shatter, revealing an elderly man with white hair and a white beard. At that sight, Fairy Yanlan's eyes instantly reddened, and her imposing aura vanished completely, leaving only two words uttered repeatedly, "Teacher—"

He bent his knees and knelt down on the ground again.

"Foolish child!"

Ding Yu glanced at Fairy Yanlan, his eyes penetrating all things in heaven and earth. He saw that Fairy Yanlan's body was entangled with various injuries, including the Netherworld Poison, the Cold Poison, and the Fire Poison. She had long since exhausted her life force, just like he had been when he was seriously injured and about to Liberation by Violence.

I felt both gratified and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

However, instead of helping Fairy Yanlan up, he looked at the boy in green robes in front of him. The boy exuded Spiritual Qi, clearly a celestial being, unlike any ordinary person.

Ding Yu saw it.

At his age, he felt a lump in his throat and his eyes redden. He straightened his clothes, composed himself, and then knelt before the boy, his voice trembling, "Disciple Ding Yu greets Master!"

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