The passage of time continues. The Luo Heaven Ancient Hall is shrouded in mist. The gray-eyed youth with the True Flame mark between his brows opens and closes his eyes, and strands of starlight overlap and merge, only to vanish again in an instant.
Humans are like flames, born and dying countless times...
Encountering difficulties during the retracing process, and finding it hard to decipher, the people in the hall sighed, abandoned their exploration, and shifted their focus to the Daoist priest of unknown origin...
The clouds drifted slowly, and the hazy threads of cause and effect stretched out, revealing the fate of the person in the mirror.
Within that ancient and timeless white crystal mirror, scenes intertwine...
When the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin descended upon Earth, a new person appeared in the coastal city.
A person who doesn't fit in with those around them.
This was a man of medium height, with black hair and black eyes, dressed in modern clothes. He was somewhat handsome, but far from being considered a beauty. Among the people Ye Yu knew, he was only slightly better than Yin Tiande.
Yin Tiande, on the other hand, was the least attractive among the top geniuses of the Golden Age.
This assessment wasn't derived by Ye Yu, but rather by a vote among some of the female officials of Kun Court, who felt that Yin Tiande was Perfect World in this respect.
However, Ye Yu didn't see it that way.
After reaching the Immortal Platform Secret Realm, it is not difficult for cultivators to change their appearance.
As for Saint, they can regenerate from a drop of blood, so adjusting parts of their bodies is even simpler for them.
Yin Tiande adhered to his original aspirations, remained unmoved by external influences, and devoted himself to the Tao. This quality is highly admirable.
On the contrary, he looked down on those who valued physical appearance.
The body is merely a vessel; the soul is the only true entity. Even the most beautiful woman, with her unparalleled charm, will eventually become nothing more than a skeleton in the passage of time. The true path is the ultimate truth; all else is illusory.
Women are nothing but illusions; cultivating the Tao is the only true path...
While Ye Yu was lost in thought, Time Hall, the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo clone frowned.
Something seems off...
The next moment, a shimmering silver thread of mortal karma allowed him to see through everything.
This made him fall silent for a moment, and then he gave a half-smile.
If anyone else dared to harbor such resentment...
Have you not seen Zhu Wuneng from Journey to the West?
Defeated from his Immortal Bone status, he fell to the mortal realm, into the dust and grime, beginning his life anew from the filth of his mother's womb.
The so-called "beautiful face but a skeleton" is merely a superficial appearance; those who control it perceive it as sound and sight, and what they perceive as color. How much of the truth lies in the ramblings of someone who has grown weary of it?
The greatest truths are the simplest. The yearning for the most sacred and genuine, pure and innocent beauty is the same as the love for Immortal Gold and celestial artifacts. All are seekers of beauty, and there is no distinction between high and low among them; different paths lead to the same goal.
The Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo's avatar remained calm and continued its seclusion, immersing itself in the Time Emperor's Path to explore the ultimate method of time's extinction within the Human Dao Domain.
His Daoist resolve was as steadfast as Kunlun Immortal Mountain, unshakable by anyone...
At this moment, the Heavenly Mandate Palace was unaware that he had escaped a human tragedy.
The scene in the mirror continues.
The mysterious Daoist priest entered Earth, and then...
"..."
Seeing what the other person had done, Ye Yu fell silent for a moment.
Inside an exquisitely elegant room in a hundred-meter-tall building, a unique cultivation journey is unfolding. Faint rustling sounds can be heard, and six or seven arms are visible in the light and shadow...
For a whole week, this being, whose cultivation level was at the Dao Palace level, acted erratically and began his journey as the protagonist.
In the far north, amidst the boundless snow and ice, an Angels woman with skin as white as willow catkins, hair as golden as gold, and red lips like fire, dances in the aurora borealis.
In the coastal city, a tall, slender, and stunningly beautiful woman with wavy hair, dressed in modern clothes and wearing platinum-framed glasses, lay in a man's arms, her eyes, like black gemstones, half-closed as she enjoyed the Taiyang.
A gentle young woman from a land of fish and rice, with her long, black plum blossom braid and innocent, pure eyes, she seemed to embody the image of a beautiful young woman described in ancient poems as "a woman of sixteen or seventeen with a body as soft as butter." However, her skill in "slaying her husband" was clearly still lacking.
An ordinary sword can slay ordinary people, but how can it harm a "true person" who has embarked on the path of cultivation? Unable to kill, the girl herself becomes a prisoner...
On the western side of Europe, a medieval noblewoman in a red dress, with a plain-colored silk scarf wrapped around her fair arms, sways a tall crystal glass and savors a rare vintage wine. Opposite her sits an Eastern nobleman dressed in Big Red bullfighting suit and wearing a gold and jade crown.
The noblewoman sipped her red wine, staring curiously at the clothes on the man opposite her, her eyes gleaming with a scholarly light.
However, the man opposite her was clearly not a studious person and had no interest in so-called history and archaeology, forcefully changing the direction of the conversation.
A thousand reds painted like a masterpiece, ten thousand beauties shining in unison...
This is an unconventional journey of seeking the Tao. Starting from a coastal town in an ancient Eastern country, the seeker travels across the five continents, encountering beautiful young women everywhere he goes, their smiles charming and their eyes sparkling.
"This is the only way I can fulfill my lifelong wish..."
As the golden twilight descends on the beach, an ordinary man, accompanied by his beautiful companion, sighs softly.
Whether it was an illusion or something else, seeing the man's expression, the onlooker raised an eyebrow, feeling that the scene was somewhat familiar...
as if...
I've seen this somewhere before...
Where is it?
The young Heavenly Mandate Young Emperor pondered this matter deeply, but after surveying the memories of Immortal Platform, he still could not find a similar scene.
After an unknown amount of time, in a separate room beside the Champs-Élysées in Paris, France, someone was reciting an ancient divine hymn, as if Angels were singing a song, carrying a special power.
God said: The path to holiness lies within it.
" Aishar, come, drink this cup of blood wine left by the Saint, and you will be able to embark on the pilgrimage..."
Beside the window, a young man dressed in a fitted priest's purple robe was exchanging a seductive glance with a young girl, holding up a golden cup in his right hand.
The girl looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but she was already quite beautiful and graceful, comparable to an eighteen-year-old beauty from the East. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like stars.
"Pilgrimage..."
The girl murmured softly, tilting her head and pursing her translucent lips. Her eyes shone with longing, as if the golden cup in the young man's hand contained some rare treasure.
"Little Aishar, you don't actually have the talent for the second tier ( Life Spring ), and you'll never be able to fly into the sky, but you're lucky to have met me..."
Seeing that Aishar seemed to be struggling, the young man smiled, much like a devil from the depths of Hell, seducing a naive lamb.
"Second-order, flight..."
The girl with blue eyes murmured those words absentmindedly, as if they possessed immense magic.
Indeed, this is true; the allure of flight is immense for mortals.
In the Western spiritual community, there are long-standing and outrageous beliefs such as "only those at the second level can hear the divine words of God and sages," "the second level is the beginning of spiritual practice," and "those below the second level are all ants."
Moreover, such outrageous theories have a large market and have misled many practitioners...
Ultimately, under immense temptation, the young girl, a descendant of a fallen ancient cultivation family and carrying the remnants of Ancient Saint saint's bloodline, approached the young man with a resolute determination, ready to embark on the path of baptism.
"You have chosen the right path. From this moment on, the abyss ends, and the road to the sanctuary begins."
The man spoke softly, stroking the girl's hair, which he saw as a way of communicating between Eastern and Western cultures, while also explaining the key points of the girl's baptism ceremony.
Soon, the stream of light began to float, swaying at different frequencies.
Just as the torrent roared, a young cultivator from the Bitter Sea burst in through the window and witnessed a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.
The girl he cherished was being defiled, which caused him immense pain.
However, he was furious, and the black-haired priest who had been interrupted was even more furious, believing that interrupting a divine ritual was a shameful act of blasphemy. He directly displayed his supernatural powers and forcefully threw the other man away.
But he didn't notice that the person he threw out came from an ancient and powerful family. Although he was only at the Bitter Sea Realm, his background was extraordinary.
Soon, an elderly magician with a wrinkled face appeared.
The black-haired man's cultivation level in the Dao Palace Secret Realm was already extraordinary for Earth in the Dharma Ending Age, placing him among the middle to upper ranks.
However, when faced with an old man from the Four Extremes Secret Realm, he was instantly defeated and had no choice but to flee in panic.
The girl he had once possessed ran even faster; her goal was simple: to obtain the cup of wine soaked in the blood of an ancient Saint, which could awaken her blue divine blood.
As for that smug man who toyed with an innocent young girl, he was nothing more than her tool...
Having been chased out of Europe, the black-haired youth, covered in blood, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the old lich hadn't caught up.
He cursed angrily, feeling he had suffered a huge loss.
That little prostitute clearly came prepared; she was the one who summoned that foolish descendant of an ancient family. Her purpose was obvious: to get something for nothing.
But despite his words, recalling Aishar's captivating expression, he breathed a sigh of relief and stopped worrying about whether he'd lost out or not; he'd got her anyway...
Later, the man calmed down a bit and got back on track. He visited famous mountains and rivers, and his affairs with women and prostitutes decreased, but they never stopped.
Finally, one day, he entered the Grand Pure Palace and, relying on his mastery of the "movement" technique, befriended a female Daoist priest who was over two hundred years old. His achievements and accomplishments earned him the favor of this high-ranking official.
Thanks to this connection, the man was appointed as an outer sect elder by the Taiqing Sect Leader.
During this time, he went out to ferry an ordinary person into the mountains...
The Heavenly Mandate Palace's eyes turned cold upon seeing this, but nothing bad happened.
The young man did not fancy the ordinary woman's wife, even though she was beautiful, for the years had taken their toll.
If it were when it first entered Earth, it might have had other thoughts, but after experiencing the splendor of the human world and engaging in dual cultivation with a female cultivator at the Peak of Four Extremes, ordinary mortals could no longer catch its eye.
To put it simply, the billions of parasites on a mortal's body can only be barely removed upon reaching the Dao Palace Secret Realm. To truly transform into a flawless body, one must at least reach the Immortal Platform Secret Realm.
It could be a coincidence, or it could be something else, but in any case, the subsequent developments were exactly as Ye Yu had predicted.
His daily life consisted of cultivating himself, constantly befriending female Daoist priests of high cultivation levels, and occasionally traveling with a strong purpose: to suppress and capture female demons below the Eight-Zhang River Dao Palace Realm.
"It's that person..."
Suddenly, the gray-eyed youth's pupils narrowed as he spotted a familiar figure.
Deep in the river, a woman in colorful clothes, panicked and filled with deep fear, wandered through the desolate wilderness.
Her cultivation level wasn't high; she only possessed the Life Spring, which allowed her to fly.
But there were Daoist priests flying in the sky on swords, trying to capture her. Flying to heaven was like walking into a trap. She only had a sliver of hope because of her familiarity with the forest.
"Ah..."
Finally, a desperate scream rang out, and a purple alms bowl descended from the sky, encasing the girl inside.
The sword-wielding Daoist descended from the sky, swiftly putting away his alms bowl. With a single, swift movement, he reached out and grabbed the young girl, whose face paled in shock and terror reached its peak.