The Immortal Lord's True Appearance, Wooing the Willow Deity, Shi Hao, the Son of Great Fortune!

"Creak—"

The ancient gates slowly opened, yet the scene that greeted the people of the Douluo Plane was entirely different from what they had imagined.

After the gates opened, there was no earth-shattering eruption of power, nor were there any auspicious signs of celestial music; everything appeared natural and plain.

Following this, a figure strolled out from within, walking as if in a leisurely garden.

He was tall and slender, wearing neither the flashy golden battle armor of other Immortal Kings nor any complex, ornate Emperor robes. He wore only a simple white garment, white as snow and unstained by dust.

Though he appeared ordinary, every movement seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the Great Dao.

Merely by standing there, he seemed to become the center of this world, with ten thousand laws revolving around him in submission.

This was the Master of the Primordial Immortal Court: Jiang Chen!

However, to the eyes of the sentient beings of Douluo behind the Sky Screen, Jiang Chen's face was completely invisible.

His features were shrouded in a layer of faint Chaos Qi, hazy and mysterious, as if he were a taboo that could not be looked upon directly, or perhaps he contained the supreme mysteries of the past, present, and future.

Although his true face could not be seen, that temperament—transcending the secular world and standing above all living beings—rushed toward them even through the Sky Screen!

He was like a Banished Immortal who had stepped out of a painting, untainted by dust and free from worldly desires; just standing there made one feel inferior, unable to help but want to prostrate in worship.

"Master."

Feeling Jiang Chen's presence, Ye Qingyu hurriedly bowed, appearing incomparably respectful.

Jiang Chen did not speak, merely nodding slightly.

Then, the moment Ye Qingyu looked up, he had already lifted a foot and taken a step, golden lotuses blooming everywhere.

In an instant, he arrived before Ye Qingyu, then extended a slender, jade-like finger and tapped it gently on the center of Ye Qingyu's brow.

"Hum!"

At the same time, the True Dragon Undying Medicine that had been floating in the air split in two, transformed into a stream of light, and plunged directly into Ye Qingyu's body.

In an instant, a vast, sea-like yet incredibly gentle power of an Immortal King, guided by Jiang Chen's finger, not only repaired the terrifying wound on Ye Qingyu's chest but also began to reshape his Dao foundation!

Visibly, Ye Qingyu's paper-white complexion quickly turned rosy, and his previously withered aura began to climb steadily!

Not only that, under the reinforcement of the Immortal King's power, that half-stalk of True Dragon Undying Medicine instantly turned into rolling medicinal liquid, drilling into every part of Ye Qingyu's body.

In just a few short breaths, Ye Qingyu not only recovered from his injuries but also broke through and stood anew, turning a misfortune into a blessing!

"Thank you, Master, for the grace of rebirth!"

Feeling the surging power within his body, Ye Qingyu was moved to tears and once again kowtowed heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen withdrew his finger and stood with his hands behind his back, turning around. His white robes fluttered, transcendent and refined.

"Qingyu, do you know what an Immortal is?"

Jiang Chen's voice arrived; though plain, it struck the soul like a great bell.

Hearing this, Ye Qingyu knew his Master intended to enlighten him, so he replied respectfully, "This disciple is dull-witted."

"Today, you broke your own Dao Weapon. While it seemed to ruin your future, in reality, you severed the shackles within your heart."

Jiang Chen's voice continued, carrying a hint of guidance:

"The sword is a weapon, but the heart is also a weapon."

"To have a sword without a heart is ultimately inferior; to have a heart without a sword means all things can be weapons."

"The six thousand years you spent nurturing your sword were not for the blade in your hand, but for that fearless Dao Heart that dares to challenge the Immortal Dao with the Human Dao!"

"Since the path is broken, then forge a stronger one!"

Jiang Chen's words were like a sudden awakening, instantly scattering the fog in Ye Qingyu's heart.

He recalled his own resolve when facing a True Immortal in the Border Wasteland, and the sense of relief he felt the moment the Immortal King struck his crown and his long sword snapped.

At this moment, he understood!

"This disciple understands."

Ye Qingyu opened his eyes wide, and his once black-and-white pupils now held a glimmer of golden radiance.

His long, snow-white hair danced in the wind, and the aura on his body was no longer withered, but instead climbed steadily.

"Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment!"

After saying this, Ye Qingyu kowtowed heavily three more times, his forehead touching the ground, remaining there for a long time.

"This disciple will certainly not fail Master's high expectations!"

"Today I break and stand anew; if I do not become an Immortal, this disciple will never leave seclusion!"

Having said that, Ye Qingyu stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Chen once more, and then flashed away, turning into a stream of light that rushed straight toward the place of seclusion deep within the Immortal Court.

Feeling that his disciple had departed, Jiang Chen slowly turned around and nodded to himself, quite satisfied.

Although Ye Qingyu was merely a mortal, appearing more ordinary compared to the disciples of other Sequences with special constitutions, his Dao Heart was not a whit weaker than anyone else's.

Presumably, by the time he emerged from seclusion again, the positions of those Ten Sequences would likely shift once more.

At the thought of this, Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head, then, as if recalling something, cast his gaze leisurely toward the outside of the Primordial Immortal Court.

This emergence was not only to reshape the Dao foundation for Ye Qingyu, but more importantly, following the conclusion of the Otherworld Luck mission, the system had unexpectedly released a new task: to recruit a peerless Immortal King and a Child of Great Luck from the Lower Realm.

Because the karma involved was too vast, Jiang Chen could not remain aloof, so he prepared to dispatch a Dao avatar to make the journey on his behalf.

And, incidentally, to meet an old acquaintance.

"The Eight Domains of the Lower Realm, how interesting. It has been many years since This Seat last walked among them."

Having said this, Jiang Chen flicked his sleeve.

"Boy, accompany This Seat on a journey."

"Yes, Master!"

The Daoist Boy at the door, who had previously slapped the God of Demon Slayer to death, hurried over eagerly upon hearing this and stood respectfully to the side.

Immediately, Jiang Chen took another step forward.

As light swirled, the Chaos Qi on his body gradually dissipated, and the transcendent aura of an Immortal King was completely retracted.

In its place was the image of a young man wearing a green shirt and a bamboo hat, his face veiled in white, exuding a refined and easygoing temperament.

Although his features remained obscured, the mere glimpse of his face revealed by a passing breeze, combined with the nobility and detachment that seeped from his very bones, made him impossible to ignore.

"No rush. Let us go and behold this vast world of mortals."

With a light chuckle, Jiang Chen and the Daoist Boy slowly vanished from the spot.

Meanwhile, with the appearance of the Immortal Lord Jiang Chen, the Douluo Continent was in an uproar.

For a time, both the Spirit Master world and the Soul Beast world were thrown into a frenzy.

"Heavens! That Immortal Lord is so handsome!"

In the Far North, Ice Empress cupped her face, her eyes filled with pink bubbles:

"Even though I can't see his face clearly, that figure, that temperament—it's simply peerless!"

"And he's so gentle. Ye Qingyu was injured so severely, yet he saved him and even reshaped his Dao foundation!"

"And that herb that looks like a little golden dragon—why do I feel like its age and vitality are even greater than mine?"

After saying this, Ice Empress cupped her cheeks again:

"Wuwuwu, I want to be his disciple too, even if it's just as that Daoist Boy!"

Beside her, Snow Empress remained silent, but her beautiful eyes shimmered with brilliance.

Because that man was truly too perfect.

Powerful, mysterious, and protective of his own—he satisfied almost every woman's fantasy of a powerhouse.

"If only I could stay by his side."

"How wonderful that would be..."

On the other side, the God Realm.

The Forest of Life.