I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

It wasn't the hideous monster or the twisted, eerie creature I had imagined!

What came into Hu Lao’s view was an indescribable, boundless scene!

Amidst the light and shadow, a majestic sacred mountain appears, reaching to the heavens and connecting with the earth, shrouded in clouds and mist, with cranes soaring and auspicious clouds swirling around it!
Hidden among the mountains are magnificent palaces and pavilions, and the melodious sounds of bells and chimes drift through the air!

A series of majestic, ethereal figures, some imposing, some serene, and some otherworldly, stood amidst the mountains and sea of ​​clouds. Some held whisks, some carried immortal swords, and some sat cross-legged preaching.
That is the magnificent atmosphere of the ancestral temple of Taoism, a record of the thoughts of countless Taoist ancestors and sages!

In the center of that endless Taoist charm and sacred scene, a blurry yet incredibly clear outline gradually emerged.

He stood high in the heavens, looking down upon all living beings, surrounded by purple aura, with Dao runes constantly appearing and disappearing!

Although their faces were not clearly visible, the supreme nobility and vast majesty that looked down upon the world and ruled the universe made Old Hu and the village chief tremble in their souls even through the light and shadow, almost making them kneel down!

What kind of demons or monsters are these?!

This was clearly a 'true immortal' who, in the eyes of these lowly cultivators and folk sorcerers, existed only in legends and imaginations!

Based on his experience, Lao Hu felt that the person he was spying on was a supreme being of extremely high status and unparalleled esteem in the Taoist sect!
Otherwise, how could such a scene exist?

Old Hu was struck as if by lightning, his whole body trembling violently!
He never expected that what he was trying to uncover using the "Tracing the Source and Peeping at the Shadow" method was such an unimaginable existence!

Peeping into the minds of immortals?! And top-tier experts within the Daoist sect at that?!

Oh no, you damn village chief, you tricked me!

The thought exploded in his mind like a thunderclap!

"puff!!!"

Old Hu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed out without warning, staining the yellow cloth and porcelain bowl in front of him red!

His eyes were wide open, filled with extreme fear, regret, and disbelief. His body trembled violently a few times, and then with a "thud," he fell backward to the ground. His eyes rolled back, and his breath became weak. He had been seriously injured and had fallen into a coma!

Clearly, they've suffered a backlash!

"Old Hu! Old Hu!" The village chief was terrified and rushed over to help Old Hu up. He pinched Old Hu's philtrum and called out to him, but Old Hu did not respond. Blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth.

The village chief was completely stunned, his mind went blank.

Old Hu vomited blood and fainted just like that? All because he caught a glimpse of that guy's "true form"?
My God! How terrifying and powerful a demon or monster must that be?!
Even a shaman as skilled as Master Hu was backfired on just by taking a peek!
It's all over! It's completely over!
If we've provoked something this terrifying, will the whole village be wiped out?!

Looking at the unconscious Old Hu, and recalling the two "inhuman" beings who were laughing and talking in Chen Wen's house, the village chief felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed him.

After all, only Lao Hu could see the image reflected in the bronze mirror; how could the village chief know any of this?

He could neither see the extraordinary phenomena of the majestic sacred mountain nor feel the vast majesty of the supreme Taoist master.

In his eyes, he only saw that when Old Hu was halfway through casting the spell, his face suddenly changed drastically, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and then he vomited blood and fainted!
Is there even a question?! They must have seen the thing's terrifying and hideous true form and were terrified!
The village chief was in a state of utter confusion, and fear made his hands and feet feel cold.

Old Hu was the most capable person he knew. If even Old Hu had fallen, who in this village could possibly deal with those two monsters? Were they just supposed to sit and wait for the village to suffer?

No! We absolutely cannot give up!
The village chief gritted his teeth, looked at the unconscious Old Hu, carefully placed him on the bed, and covered him with a blanket.

"Old Hu, I'm sorry, you should rest well first. I can't watch anything happen to the village!" The village chief murmured to himself, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He decided to go down the mountain that very night to the city to get help!
There must be even more powerful experts in the city, such as those legendary "relevant departments," or some real Taoist masters!

Although the journey is long, this is our only hope!

Before leaving, he glanced back at Old Hu's thatched hut, then looked in the direction of Chenjia Village, silently praying, "Little Wen, I hope you, silly boy, are lucky and can make it through tonight until I bring back reinforcements!"

The village chief dared not delay. By the faint moonlight, he trudged along the rugged mountain path toward the town beyond the mountains.

Meanwhile, at Chen Wen's home.

In the guest room, Xiao Xuan noticed that Zhang Yangqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly frowned slightly, as if he was stunned for a moment. He asked softly, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yangqing slowly opened his eyes, a thoughtful glint in his purple pupils, and said softly, "Nothing, it seems like something was spying on me just now, very faint, and it disappeared in a flash."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuan immediately became alert. He got up, walked to the window, opened the curtains a crack, and intently observed the outside.

The mountain village was quiet at night, with only the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind. No unusual energy fluctuations or suspicious figures were detected.

Xiao Xuan asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled, "There's no movement nearby, Senior Brother. Can we trace back to the source?"

Zhang Yangqing shook his head, a hint of confusion in his voice: "I had just sensed that spying 'tentacle,' and before I could lock onto it, it snapped off on its own, very completely and very quickly."

Zhang Yangqing was still puzzled. This guy cut it off so cleanly, I didn't even notice. There's something going on.

In reality, the strength of that shaman Lao Hu was utterly insignificant compared to Zhang Yangqing.

Even before Zhang Yangqing had officially begun his "counter-tracking," the mere presence of his own unconsciously emanating Daoist aura and the suppression of his status were enough to cause Lao Hu's fragile "Tracing the Source and Peeping at the Shadow" spell to instantly backfire and collapse.

Perhaps Lao Hu is considered a highly skilled person in this area, but the object of his investigation is an existence that stands at the pinnacle of the Daoist sect in this world, and may even be able to touch higher dimensions.

The difference between them is beyond description; it's like comparing a firefly to the moon, or dust to stars!
Old Hu was only seriously injured and unconscious, which means he didn't have much malicious intent, he just wanted to investigate, and Zhang Yangqing didn't retaliate proactively.

If Zhang Yangqing had simply followed the line of sight and looked back, Old Hu would likely have fared far worse than just coughing up blood and fainting; he might have been completely annihilated.

In the dead of night, the mountains and forests were completely silent.

In Chenjia Village, the scattered lights gradually went out, and the entire village was shrouded in heavy darkness and an inexplicable and eerie atmosphere.

A few barks occasionally drifted from the village entrance, but they quickly and inexplicably ceased, as if something had choked them, or they had sensed extreme danger and were too frightened to utter another sound. (End of Chapter)