At that time, Da Yu had yet to channel the rivers. The Yellow River ran wild and unrestrained across the Central Plains, surging wherever it pleased, spreading into marshes, while muddy waves filled every ravine and channel. Feng Yi frequently crossed the Yellow River while searching for immortal herbs—sometimes by raft, sometimes by swimming, and sometimes by leaping across streams. He thus formed an inextricable bond with the great river.
Ninety-nine days had passed. Only the final water immortal flower remained. After drinking its sap for one more day, he would have completed his cultivation. Full of confidence, he crossed the Yellow River and headed north to a small village by a shallow bank to look for the flower. The river had been calm, so he rolled up his trousers and waded across. Just as he reached midstream, the waves suddenly surged, and the current roared. Caught off guard, he slipped, and his entire body was swallowed by the muddy waves. In the blink of an eye, he sank into the abyss and lost his life in the Yellow River.
After Feng Yi breathed his last, his grievance boiled over like a raging cauldron. His teeth clattered as he ground them together, and his hatred pierced the clouds. He regarded the Yellow River as an enemy sworn against him. Because he had yet to drink the immortal dew from a single water immortal flower, he became stuck between human and immortal. Neither advancing nor retreating, he was rejected by the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The underworld did not dare pass judgment on him, and even the Heavenly Court was alarmed. The Jade Emperor immediately ordered a Thunder Department Divine General to escort him to Heaven and personally question him.
Like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, Feng Yi was audacious