New Life

As soon as Lu Yu finished speaking, the young man in the Tai Chi robe behind him slowly drew his sword.

The sword's blade reflected the setting sun on the horizon, like blood and tears.

The next moment, both sides attacked almost simultaneously.

The rosy clouds, True Qi, Purple Qi, Profound Qi, Greater Yin, Fu Water, Comet Light light, jade radiance, golden light, Wu Earth radiance—more than ten distinct Daoist auras erupted at the same moment, like more than ten blazing suns of different colors rising simultaneously.

The beams of light intersected, the air currents collided, and the sky at the confluence of the two rivers was torn into countless colorful fragments.

The wind howled backwards, and the river seemed to hang upside down.

The mountain beneath their feet could no longer withstand the intense pressure of the Daoist tradition. The rock strata began to crack from deep within the mountain, and countless fissures spread in all directions like a spider web.

With a deafening roar, the entire mountain collapsed, sending debris flying and dust billowing into the sky, as if the heavens and earth had crumbled.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the hill that once overlooked the two rivers was gone, leaving only a bottomless pit.

The miners below were instantly killed or injured in countless ways.

At this moment, two groups of people stood in mid-air above, on either side.

Lu Yu first looked down at the dead and wounded Li Shu, then glanced at Su Yao and the others, and then whispered:

"Walk!"

Having said that, he immediately transformed into moonlight and vanished into the distance.

Then the other three transformed into rosy clouds, the Fu Water, and True Qi, and fled into the distance.

Mo Li wanted to continue the pursuit, but Su Yao stopped her.

"Fellow Daoist, do not be hasty; the time for the final battle has not yet come."

After speaking, without waiting for Mo Li's response, he turned to look at the increasingly hot immortal box in his hand and whispered:

"This must be the place!"

At this moment, one of Mo Li's protectors, seeing this, asked in bewilderment:

Why did the people from the Yuanfu act this way? They came over to make a few sarcastic remarks, exchanged one move, and then left?

Seeing that Su Yao remained silent, Xuan Yan explained:

"If the other side wants to stop this, they will definitely have to wait until the True Lord is reincarnated and then use the methods of the adults. Using methods now will be useless."

He paused:

"The moment immediately after your reincarnation was when you were at your weakest, and also when those methods were most effective."

At this moment, Su Yao continued:

"This must be the place chosen by both sides for the reincarnation of the True Lord."

He then tossed the magic box upwards, and in a flash, appeared in front of it, Hand Seals with both hands, and turned to look at the crowd:

"Thank you for your protection, fellow Daoists."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yao changed his Method Formula again, and began to chant the Mnemonic passed down from the ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma Form:

"The talisman is proclaimed and the register is activated, and the Five Virtues begin anew."

The revolution of Earth Virtue signifies the coming of calamity.

Heaven and earth bear witness, mountains and rivers are our oath.

Yin and Yang intertwine, and the true spirit returns to its rightful place.

The Five Elements begin anew, and Heaven and Earth are restored to their original state.

In the year of Dunzang, all the true beings were arranged in order.

Calamity has arrived; the True Lord upon the world.

Immortals and mortals alike cross the river, together fulfilling this vow.

Imperial decree!

As Su Yao finished his Method Formula, the Immortal Box emitted endless Jade Pure One Immortal Light.

Then, gray, yellow, and brown colors emerged from the fairy box.

Su Yao was closest to the camera, and even though he closed his eyes in time, the impact was still significant. His vision went black instantly, and drops of bloody tears, like sand and gravel, fell from his eyes.

Below, Zilin and the others looked up and saw:

The sand and stones flew, obscuring the sky and the sun. Countless figures of ordinary people appeared and disappeared in the sandstorm, holding plows and hoes, turning the barren land inch by inch into new fields.

Then the earth cracked like furrows, the old soil was overturned, and new soil emerged. On that new soil, yellowed land deeds appeared out of thin air, with vermilion seal characters twisting and turning like ants.

In a short while, the writing melted away like ice and snow, disappearing one by one and turning into specks of golden light that disappeared into the newly turned soil.

Once the contract is terminated, the land returns to the farmer.

In the final scene, the sandstorm dissipates, and the sky brightens again.

The fields are crisscrossed with paths, and mulberry and hemp grow everywhere. Farmers plow the ridges, and children play and laugh in the fields.

Everyone stared at the scene in stunned silence.

A moment later, Su Yao came to his senses, closed his eyes tightly, and said loudly:

Fellow Daoists, please protect me!

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the magic box in front of him and tilted it downwards, turning the open side towards the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Yao could no longer sense the alluring temptation that urged him to perform the Human Dao act of earth reform, and only then did he open his eyes.

The magic box also disappeared.

All around, Zilin and the others were scattered like stars, surrounding Su Yao and the entire canyon.

Below, Su Yao could clearly hear a sound like the rumbling of the earth's veins coming from below.

He thought to himself, "The Five Virtues have been Human Dao since the time of the Three Sovereigns, and the Earth Virtue was the first to be Human Dao. As for the Proclaiming Earth Virtue, it was clearly only during the time of the Qin Emperor that it was Human Dao. It is a position where Human Dao and the Earth Virtue are intertwined."

Deep in the canyon below, there is a rest area for miners at a mine.

A wooden shed stood crookedly at the foot of the rock wall, its roof covered with a thick layer of gravel.

Two middle-aged miners were squatting outside the shed, their backs against an overturned mine cart.

After a long silence, the older one turned and glanced back at the wooden shed, then spoke in a hoarse voice:

"It's been five days... That landslide was too ominous." He rubbed his rough fingers, his voice lowering further. "I wonder if Xiao Haizi will make it through."

Upon hearing this, another man moved closer to him and whispered, "It's probably an earth dragon rising from the ground." He quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching before whispering in his ear, "The brothers who work at the quarry up there said that day there was a battle between wizards on the mountaintop. Blood and black light swirled together, tearing the sky apart."

The older miner frowned. "We run this mine for the king, which wizard would dare to cause trouble here?"

"Who knows?" The man shrank back. "The rumors are quite detailed; they even say a phantom with a human head and a snake's body flashed across the sky."

He paused, his gaze falling on the half-collapsed wooden door of the shed, and sighed, "Xiao Haizi is probably doomed. Such a huge rock crushed him... It's a miracle he even has a whole body. Survived? Unlikely."

The older miner remained silent for a while before finally saying in a low voice, "This kid always calls me 'Master'... and he's always been very filial to me, but I've never even properly prepared a meal for him." As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, patted the gravel off his trousers, and said, "Old Yang, come on, let's get him a bowl of chicken soup to nourish him."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Old Yang stood there stunned for a long time before he came to his senses and started cursing at the retreating figure who had already walked quite a distance away:

"What month is it? Where are you going to find a hen?"

After the two left, a faint sound came from the wooden shed behind them.

The people in front didn't look back, they just kept running forward.

A moment later, a very faint sound came from behind the half-collapsed wooden wall of the shed. A pale hand gripped the edge of the wall, the knuckles turning slightly white from the force. The hand paused, as if gathering its strength, and then suddenly pushed itself up—a boy slowly straightened up from between the broken wood and stone chips.

His face was deathly pale, and his eyelids drooped.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were cloudy and empty, as if they had not yet escaped from the darkness.

But in that murky depths, three extremely faint beams of light were slowly drifting by.