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After Zhang Dao'an memorized the Cultivation Method passed down by Withered Leaf, he resolved to set off, following the route outlined in the travel notes left by the Dragon Tiger Mountain Patriarch.
Withered Leaf looked at Zhang Dao'an's frostbitten feet with sympathy and said, "Child, I will give you this everlasting lamp. The journey ahead is perilous, and with your cultivation level, if you lack a means to protect your life, it will be difficult to traverse the paths of the Patriarch of Longhu Mountain."
Zhang Dao'an hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not reach for the everlasting lamp. He replied, "The everlasting lamp is a Daoist Sacred Artifact, far too precious for me to accept. Although my journey is fraught with danger, my resolve is firm. I hope Master will chant sutras and bless me."
Withered Leaf sighed and said, "The Patriarch of Longhu Mountain has walked through the six realms: Buddha, Dao, Ghost, Demon, Human, and Devil. Are you truly going to walk barefoot? You might end up losing your life for nothing!"
Zhang Dao'an cracked a smile despite his chapped lips, bowed respectfully to Withered Leaf, and then turned to leave Snow Valley.
What he did not know was that if he had accepted the everlasting lamp, he would have instead faced an unavoidable calamity.
A thousand miles away in the Yin Mountain Underground Palace, Old Scholar expressed mild surprise, saying, "There are still such young people in this world. Truly rare."
As soon as Old Scholar finished speaking, the Light Shadow of the Great Zhou Compass became blurry; Zhang Dao'an's figure vanished. Old Scholar quickly activated runes to follow the Light Shadow. However, in the snowy landscape, there was only a single line of footprints with no trace of a person.
"This young man does not belong to the five elements. What exactly is he trying to do?" Old Scholar wondered in astonishment.
Days later, beside an ancient path in the Eastern Wasteland, Divine Hero Yang Sanqian stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing down at the desolate ancient road with a furrowed brow.
"Yang Sanqian," Jiyao called out as she emerged from a cave behind him.
Yang Sanqian turned to look at Jiyao and said, "Why have you come out? It's windy outside; you'll catch a chill."
Jiyao shook her head and replied, "My body is fine now; it's just injuries from mortals."
Yang Sanqian responded, "You used your life essence to heal Hao's injuries. Your body is not what it once was. Renewal of Withered Trees is not omnipotent; you cannot continue to recklessly expend your life essence like this."
Jiyao nodded and said, "I will pay more attention in the future. I just felt a wave of sorrow in the cave and wanted to come out to see how you were doing."
Yang Sanqian replied, "Now that chaos reigns, the villages around the mountains have been destroyed, and there is no sign of any military action. This Song Qianqiu not only controls the dead but also has a tight grip on the living. I wonder if Hao would be able to defeat him."
Jiyao said, "My husband is a Divine Hero. Even if he cannot win, he will certainly find a way to prevail."
Yang Sanqian's expression turned bleak as he said, "I no longer deserve the title of Divine Hero. For twenty-five years, I have remained in the Mahayana Realm, respected by my subordinates. Yet, after all this time, my cultivation has stagnated without any progress. If I were to confront Old Scholar or Song Qianqiu, my ability to assist would be limited, rendering the title of Divine Hero meaningless."
Jiyao embraced Yang Sanqian from behind and said, "Twenty-five years ago, you were the best beneath the Supreme, breaking the record as the first to enter the Mahayana Realm at twenty years old. You are a great hero and a true talent. Hao inherited your genes to possess such perfect qualities. Do not belittle yourself. I know how much you have endured for our sake over the years, striving to reach the Supreme Realm without being influenced by others. Perhaps you are simply too exhausted, which has caused your stagnation in cultivation. Now that Hao is facing an Injury of the Dao, it adds even more pressure on your heart."
Yang Sanqian said, "I have a foreboding feeling; perhaps Hao really will die."
Jiyao turned Yang Sanqian's face toward her and looked into his somewhat haggard eyes. "The Divine Hero of those days was spirited; beneath the Supreme, anyone who faced you was defeated in one move. Yang Sanqian, you need to let go of some things. Although Hao is our son, he has grown up and has his own mission. I also have my own mission; you cannot give up your chance to comprehend the Dao for our sake."
Yang Sanqian's jaw trembled as his eyes reddened. "Months ago, Hao and I went to Qilian Mountain and entered the Underworld realm. In the Yin River, Hao found a Red Spider Lily that could foresee the future; he saw his other half, Rouer. As for me, I saw your death."
Jiyao shook her head and said, "That won't happen. Since we can foresee the future, we will not follow fate's arrangement. I will protect myself; after all, I have the Water Moon Mirror with me."
Yang Sanqian nodded and was about to speak when suddenly a commotion arose from not far down the mountain.
"The journey to Central Plains is long. From Yuer's last moments before death, it seems he was killed by someone named Yang Hao and Yunxi. This Yang Hao is now quite famous within the Daoist Sect and has many companions by his side. After we eliminate these two and take their heads as trophies, we should retreat without engaging with anyone else. We will not participate in this calamity involving the Daoist Sect."
"My senior brother Lou Shaoyu from Sea Viewing Pavilion is exceptionally talented and rarely meets an opponent among his peers. If it weren't for their possession of The Supreme Artifact, Tai Xu Ling, they wouldn't stand a chance against him."
"This trip to Central Plains is for avenging my son. I must also thank the elders of Star Observation Pavilion for their assistance. I've heard that Yang Hao possesses perfect qualities in cultivation and has reached Dao Fruit Realm; even half a month ago's Supreme fall is related to him. Although I am merely a Mahayana Realm cultivator, to ensure absolute certainty in our plans, I must trouble both of you."
"Wherever, wherever, the Star Observation Pavilion and the Sea Viewing Pavilion have always been one family, helping each other as a matter of course."
"What a coincidence, it seems someone is looking to trouble our son and daughter-in-law." Jiyao on the mountain gazed at the group approaching along the ancient path. Their Daoist robes were peculiar, adorned with various stars and seas, typical of the Eastern Wasteland sect.
Yang Sanqian looked down at the crowd, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. He descended to intercept them.
The Daoist World was divided into several regions: Zhongzhou Sword Pavilion, Emei, Wudang, Western Divine Serpent Sect, and Nanhai Guanyin Monastery. The Northern Shadow Mountain and Eastern Wasteland were home to three major Daoist sects: Sea Viewing Pavilion, Star Observation Pavilion, and Ocean Viewing Pavilion. It was said that the three sects of the Eastern Wasteland were all descendants of Refiners. Their cultivation methods were ancient and extreme, difficult to deal with, vastly different from the Daoist Sect founded by Laozi, yet they shared a common origin.
Due to its remote location, the Eastern Wasteland rarely interacted with the Central Plains. Aside from normal trade and the opening of the Silk Road, there was little communication. Thus, Eastern Wasteland sects were seldom classified as Daoist Sects. They preferred to focus on the manipulation of Qi, emphasizing its variability rather than forming a Qi Sea within their bodies or refining a Nascent Soul; this was an ancient method of refining Qi. Although over millennia they began to accept the philosophies of Laozi's Daoist Sect, they had not forgotten their ancient practices. Each sect revered their Ancestral Totem and believed in deities, yearning for longevity.
"Who are you, fellow Daoist? Why do you block our path?" asked an elder at the forefront.
Yang Sanqian replied, "Are you the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master?"
The elder responded, "Indeed, I am the Master of Sea Viewing Pavilion. These two are the Left and Right Protectors of the Star-Gazing Pavilion, and behind them are my disciples from Sea Viewing Pavilion. I see that your aura is extraordinary and your attire does not resemble that of someone from Eastern Wasteland; you must be a master from Central Plains."
Yang Sanqian said, "I wouldn't call myself a master; I am Yang Sanqian."
"Yang Sanqian? That name sounds familiar. Are you not the Divine Hero who has been talked about for over twenty years?" asked the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master.
Yang Sanqian confirmed, "Indeed, that is me."
The Left and Right Protectors of the Star-Gazing Pavilion appeared to be middle-aged but were actually in their fifties or sixties. One Guardian remarked, "In my youth, I heard tales of a Divine Hero emerging from Central Plains—young and accomplished, second only to Supreme. I never expected it would be you."
Yang Sanqian replied, "I may not look impressive; I apologize for any laughter caused. Just now I heard that some individuals intend to kill Yang Hao and Yunxi in Central Plains. Do you know what’s going on?"
"They killed my son, Lou Shaoyu, and I am going to the Central Plains to seek revenge," said the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master. "Do you know those two?"
Yang Sanqian replied, "One of them is my son, and the other is my daughter-in-law. Don't you check the identities of those you kill?"
Upon hearing this, the people from the Sea Viewing Pavilion and Star Observation Pavilion immediately showed signs of alertness. The Sea Viewing Pavilion Master said, "What a coincidence; it seems you are not as formidable as I thought. I'll just take some interest from you first."
As soon as the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master finished speaking, the air became still, and a blade of energy sliced through the space in front of Yang Sanqian. Calmly, Yang Sanqian dodged it and swiftly appeared beside the disciples of the Sea Viewing Pavilion, leaving behind a long illusion. He then reappeared in his original position.
Dozens of disciples behind him fell to the ground, lifeless, blood gushing from their necks; they died in an instant.
Yang Sanqian's right hand held a blade of grass, which was stained with a trace of blood.
"What a shame for you to be called a Divine Hero, yet your methods are so ruthless!" shouted one Guardian from the Star Observation Pavilion.
The ground trembled as countless vines suddenly erupted from below, piercing through the heart of the Guardian who had spoken. Another Guardian attempted to flee but was also impaled by the following vines, pinned to the ground.
Jiyao flew down from the mountain, her hands forming an incantation as she withdrew her Daoist Arts. The vines retreated as she coldly stated, "How dare two mere elders from the Dao Fruit Realm act so recklessly."
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