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In the Yin Mountain Longevity Pool, Yang Long's Soul suddenly surged toward Yang Peng. As Yang Peng attempted to resist, he found that his hands and feet were immobilized, unable to break free no matter how hard he struggled. "Yang Long, you have taken over my body! The family head will not let you go!" he shouted.
Yang Long's Soul penetrated into Yang Peng's body, and the Perfect Golden Core emitted a dazzling light, shattering Yang Peng's golden core. White smoke billowed from his head as he writhed in pain.
"You worthless half-brother, I'm glad I didn't kill you," Yang Long said, now successfully possessing Yang Peng. He looked disdainfully at Yang Peng's flickering Soul hiding by the Longevity Pool and shattered it amidst Yang Peng's furious curses.
"Congratulations, Young Master, on acquiring a new body," one elder praised.
Yang Long replied lightly, "Quickly capture Dongfang Yuqing; I'll use this body for now."
"Understood!" several elders responded.
Meanwhile, high above in the sky, a beast stood in the Seven-Colored Bubble's Holy Herb Garden. It rubbed against Yang Hao, who lay there like a cat, making soft grunting sounds. Behind the beast lay remnants of Holy Medicine leaves and branches.
After being injured in Yin Mountain and retreating into Yang Hao's Qi Sea, the beast had been hiding in the Seven-Colored Bubble's Holy Herb Garden, consuming Holy Medicine. Over the past few days, it had devoured hundreds of plants—equivalent to what the Daoist Sect had discovered over centuries. Its body had grown larger without it realizing it, no longer as petite as before.
A few days prior, Yang Hao had fallen from Mount Hua Summit. Before losing consciousness, he sent a message to the beast, calling its name—Bubble.
The beast awoke just before Yang Hao plummeted into the abyss. It expelled a Seven-Colored Bubble to envelop Yang Hao. Sensing his fading presence and that his Soul was gone, it cried out for him for a long time but could not wake him.
However, the beast noticed that it could not control the direction of the Seven-Colored Bubble; instead, it flew on its own across various landscapes—mountains and rivers, marshes and forests, Forbidden Caves, and high above in the sky.
Humans possess three souls and spirits; if one dies without returning to the Underworld, their Yang Soul is gradually eroded until it turns to ashes. However, when a cultivator's physical body dies, their Soul remains intact. If the Soul does not possess another body to be reborn into, it will quickly dissipate. The Three Souls and Seven Spirits decompose and become spirits of the world.
At Mount Hua Summit, in front of everyone, Yang Hao had surrendered all his Treasures and destroyed his Qi Sea. He should have been doomed to die; yet just before his death, he called out for the beast by name.
The beast timely protected his physical body, preventing it from being destroyed. Yang Hao's body was a Holy Body, and what no one knew was that he had already mastered the Ultimate Technique of Yaochi, known as Renewal of Withered Trees. Renewal of Withered Trees could make withered trees sprout and rotten wood regenerate; even a tiny bit of vitality could bring it back to life. Yang Hao's life force was incredibly strong, his body sanctified, with powerful vitality contained within his Meridians and Acupoints. As long as his heart pulse remained intact, the life force from Renewal of Withered Trees circulated endlessly within him.
What no one knew was that Yang Hao had voluntarily disbanded his Three Souls and Seven Spirits. While reading countless classics through the Martial Dao Classic, he had come across a Forbidden Theory. This Forbidden Theory was a speculation and attempt by cultivators regarding certain ideas about cultivation. The theory discussed how the Soul could disband on its own, scattering the Three Souls and Seven Spirits to observe the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and the vast universe, experiencing the true magnitude of the earth and comprehending the genuine Dao before reuniting the Soul into one.
Dao Divine Might is ever-changing; if grasped by someone, the consequences would be unimaginable.
This method seemed simple but was not feasible because the scattering of the Three Souls and Seven Spirits was irreversible. Once dispersed, they became exceedingly fragile and could easily be destroyed, turning to dust at an accelerated rate. Throughout history, some exceptionally talented individuals who achieved fame at a young age had attempted this ancient method. In their moments of severe injury and near death, unwilling to abandon their physical bodies for reincarnation, they chose this Forbidden Theory instead, ultimately meeting tragic ends—none were able to live again.
Yang Hao chose this method that guaranteed death over life not out of arrogance or despair but because he possessed something more than those ancient talents: the Martial Dao Classic. The Martial Dao Classic allowed him to integrate knowledge seamlessly; he was familiar with nearly all ancient methods. A person's life is limited; it is impossible to master everything within a finite lifespan, yet the Martial Dao Classic made it possible.
However, Yang Hao also understood that this method was a Narrow Escape.
As the beast drifted day and night on the Seven-Colored Bubble, it placed some powerful Spirit Energy Holy Medicine around Yang Hao. Subconsciously, it would employ many strange Divine Abilities to infuse the Spirit Energy of the Holy Medicine into Yang Hao's body without difficulty.
The beast squatted beside Yang Hao in the clouds high above, watching as the entire sky turned red. They continued to ride the Seven-Colored Bubble toward the distance, observing vast rivers and mountains.
Wandering through the world like this, the beast saw many things it had never witnessed before: nature's tranquility and fury, the weak being preyed upon by the strong, and humanity's joys and sorrows.
Until three months later.
Three months later, military forces dispatched martial arts experts to travel among Daoist Sects, warning people in the secular world not to join any Daoist Sect. Major events occurred in various sects; all sect leaders and elders closed their mountain gates and refused all visitors.
Except for those from Sword Pavilion who mobilized entirely to search for territories buried with ancient Ten Famous Swords, all other sects entered closed-door training to strengthen their sect’s power.
Guo Daozhen and his son Guo Huaiyi quietly spread ominous predictions, foretelling that a great era was approaching and chaos was imminent. The Daoist Sect faced its greatest calamity in history.
Various sects sensed an immense crisis, summoning their treasured artifacts that had been safeguarded for generations and calling forth the hidden Elders and talents from the Daoist Mountains, preparing to confront the impending calamity.
The most shocking news was that Zhang Xing, a talented member of the Wudang Sect, ventured deep into the forbidden grounds of Wudang Mountain and retrieved the Seven Star Sword. When the sword was drawn, Wudang Mountain shone brightly as if it were daytime; amidst the starry sky, the Big Dipper's Seven Stars converged, casting light across the universe and illuminating Wudang.
Rumors spread that perhaps Wudang would once again see a Martial Sage like the founding Ancestor Master Zhang Sanfeng.
Throughout history, many extraordinary figures had emerged from various sects. There was Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, the Sword Saint of Arched Eyebrows, Invincible East from Sword Pavilion, Serpent God of Serpent Cult, Queen Mother of the West from Yaochi, Zhang Daoling of Longhu Mountain, and Mud Buddha from Nanhai Guanyin Monastery.
These individuals did not exist in the same era, but during their times, any talent seemed dim and ordinary in comparison to their brilliance. They lived as immortals or demons and greatly influenced future generations; their philosophies became one of the important schools within the Daoist Sect.
In the Great Hall of Sword Pavilion, Dongfang Jiu sat upon a golden throne. An elder below reported, "Reporting to Sword Master, my investigations reveal that for the past three months, all sects have been in closed-door training. Their Herb Gardens have been completely harvested to enhance their strength."
"Is it because of the Hua Shan Uprising that they are so frightened?" Dongfang Jiu asked in confusion.
The elder replied, "It is said that someone has spread rumors that the greatest calamity in Daoist Sect history is approaching. This time, Daoist Sect will be uprooted."
"Who spread these rumors?" Dongfang Jiu inquired.
"Guo Daozhen."
Upon hearing Guo Daozhen's name, Dongfang Jiu squinted his eyes and said, "It's truly perplexing how an old man suddenly appears out of nowhere to stir up trouble!"
"Sword Master, Master Li Chang'an is the son of Old Scholar. This is a scheme that he set up decades ago. Could this Guo Daozhen also be a pawn in Old Scholar's game?"
"Eastern Nine," replied, "it's hard to say. Old Scholar is someone I, Sword Sect Supreme, cannot fathom. Send someone to Yin Mountain to investigate discreetly, but do not reveal our identities."
"Understood!" The Elder of the Sword Pavilion responded and retreated outside the hall.
Another elder stepped forward and said, "Sword Master, I've heard that the hidden masters from various sects are emerging, and some wandering Elders have returned to their sects to prepare for the Calamity. Our Sword Sect Supreme has not shown itself for twenty years; should we also consider making an appearance?"
Dongfang Jiu coldly replied, "It’s not your concern when Ancestor appears. A mere rumor-spreading Guo Daozhen has frightened you all so much. All sect activities will proceed as usual. Pass the word down: if anyone in the sect spreads alarmist rumors or falsehoods, they will be executed without mercy."
As soon as Dongfang Jiu finished speaking, a disciple reported from outside the hall, "Sword Master, Elder Mo has found a Spiritual Ground where a famous sword is buried and specifically sent me to report."
"Where is it?" Dongfang Jiu asked.
"In the mountains."
Meanwhile, in a peaceful village within the Huashan territory, a Villager was unwrapping the bandages from Rain Master Luo. The wounds had completely healed, leaving only faint traces.
The Villager said, "Miss Yu, Mr. Song's medicine is truly miraculous. Not only have your injuries healed, but the scars are nearly invisible."
Rain Master Luo closed her clothing and said, "Auntie, please prepare some hot water; I would like to take a bath."
"Alright! Mr. Song gave me a lot of money recently and asked me to make you a special outfit in town according to his specifications. It will definitely fit you well," the Villager said as she went to prepare the hot water.
Through the window, Rain Master Luo saw Song Qianqiu standing by the lake in the distance, facing the water, repeatedly drawing and sheathing his sword in a continuous motion.
For the past three months, Song Qianqiu had taken care of her meticulously, asking little. Yet, Rain Master Luo knew that this seemingly perfect man was not as he appeared. After the Azure Cloud Sect was annihilated, rumors about Song Qianqiu murdering his master and wiping out the sect had spread among various factions, and Rain Master Luo had certainly heard the discussions among the elders and disciples in her own sect.
After finishing her bath and changing into fresh clothes, Rain Master Luo stepped out of her room and approached Song Qianqiu from behind. Watching him practice his swordplay earnestly, she said, "Your innate talent is limited; you must have practiced some forbidden techniques or consumed large amounts of elixirs to enhance your abilities, which has burdened your body excessively."
Song Qianqiu had been adopted by the Elder of the Azure Cloud Sect but was not initially the sect's top disciple. He had schemed and maneuvered his way to that position, secretly learning many esoteric techniques to boost his strength. However, he was well aware of the limitations of those techniques; ultimately, they would only leave his body overburdened.
Sheathing his sword, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Instead of responding to Rain Master Luo's words, he looked at her and asked, "Senior Sister Yu, are you planning to leave?"
Rain Master Luo nodded and replied, "Thank you for your care over these past three months. If you wish to learn the One Sword Technique, I’m afraid I cannot teach you. Moreover, your talent can at most allow you to master the Three Swords."
Song Qianqiu said, "I saved you without expecting to demand the One Sword Technique from you; please rest assured. However, I still want to know why you risked your life to save Yang Hao."
Rain Master Luo paused for a moment before answering, "His features resemble those of my younger brother. Twenty years ago, my village was slaughtered. Out of fear, I hid away and watched helplessly as he was killed."
"I see," Song Qianqiu replied. "However, besides longing for your brother in your eyes, there seems to be some deeper sentiment; it appears your feelings for Yang Hao are more than just a fleeting sibling bond."
"What are you implying?" Rain Master Luo asked.
Song Qianqiu responded, "Your judgment is quite good; Yang Hao is rather handsome and intelligent. His parents are Divine Hero Yang Sanqian and Yaochi Saintess. Naturally, he possesses exceptional cultivation talent. If you could become a pair of heroes with him, it would be quite a tale."
"He's dead; what use is any of this now?" Rain Master Luo retorted.
"No," Song Qianqiu said. "Previously, I didn't investigate thoroughly, and to avoid affecting Senior Sister's recovery, I didn't inform her about Yang Hao. There is a remarkable person from the Hua Shan Uprising named Guo Daozhen. He is a disciple of the Old Scholar and possesses the Divination Technique, which is remarkably accurate. Recently, there have been rumors of his prophecies that the Daoist Catastrophe is approaching. Various sects are closing their doors to cultivate and enhance their strength, yet he publicly declared that Yang Hao is not dead."
"Is it possible to survive after falling from a sheer cliff without any cultivation?" Rain Master Luo asked, puzzled.
Song Qianqiu replied, "Those destined for survival will find a way. Guo Daozhen has other life forces hidden within Yang Hao. He is a Qi Hai Na Wu Cultivator, a rare being in a hundred years. Anything can be concealed within the Qi Sea. During the Kunlun Secret Realm incident, when the Demon King emerged, he recognized Guo Daozhen as his master. Although he has since disappeared, it is likely that he was hidden within the Qi Sea."
Upon hearing that Yang Hao might still be alive, a hint of a smile appeared on Rain Master Luo's face. Song Qianqiu continued, "But Senior Sister Yu shouldn't be too happy just yet. Even if Yang Hao is alive, the relationship between you two will likely remain one of regret."
"Why?" Rain Master Luo asked.
Song Qianqiu explained, "Senior Sister Yu has devoted herself to the path and practiced swordsmanship for decades; her prime years are behind her. As far as I know, Yang Hao once had a past with Yunxi from the Azure Cloud Sect, who is in her twenties—beautiful as an immortal. During the last trip to Kunlun, Yang Hao was accompanied by another woman who seemed to be an old acquaintance of his and was also stunningly graceful. Compared to them, you only hold the title of the first extraordinary woman. From a woman's perspective, you fall short in many ways; Yang Hao may not necessarily favor you. A person like Senior Sister Yu would surely not accept being a concubine."
A trace of sadness crossed Rain Master Luo's face but quickly faded. "So what? I've grown accustomed to being alone."
Song Qianqiu smiled gently and said, "There's no need for you to feel this way; perhaps I can help you."
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