I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 690 Return to the Human World
After explaining everything in Baixi, Jiang Wen bid farewell to his friends. He didn't know when he would be able to return to Baixi again.

After returning to my lodgings and making preparations,

Jiang Wen held the jade pendant with the red tassel in his hand, and with a gentle release of his magic power, the clear light enveloped Liang Yuan, Jiang Su, and the others, as well as himself.

The next moment, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly. When it stabilized, the four of them were already above that familiar vast sea of ​​clouds, and in front of them was the white jade bridge that spanned the Milky Way and led to the outside world.

The bridge is crystal clear, flowing with a hazy glow, and beneath it flows a seven-colored celestial river, a convergence of starlight and spiritual energy, flowing silently.

"Where...where is this?" Liang Yuan's beautiful eyes widened as she looked around in disbelief.

The sea of ​​clouds churned, and distant palaces loomed in the shadows. The spiritual energy here was far more refined and abundant than any other blessed land she had ever visited.

"Weren't we just in the capital? How did we get here so quickly?"

Zhen's mouth gaped slightly as she let out a soft gasp. She gripped Jiang Wen's clothes tightly, gazing at the mythical scene with a mixture of fear and wonder.

"Master, this bridge is so beautiful! Where does it lead? Why is the water under the bridge colorful?" She asked one question after another, her eyes filled with innocent curiosity about the unknown world.

For her, the land of fallen immortals where she had grown up was everything; the strange sight before her completely overturned her understanding.

Only Jiang Su remained aloof, holding Xiao Wen'er in her arms, her gaze sweeping lightly over the white jade bridge and the vast Milky Way, as if the strange scenery before her was no different from the streets and alleys of Baixi Divine Capital.

Little Wen'er in her arms waved her little hands excitedly, babbling and showing great interest in the flowing rosy clouds and starlight.

Looking at the familiar scene before him, Jiang Wen was filled with emotion. He had been to this place before and knew its secrets.

“This place is the second level of the path to immortality,” he explained, his gaze sweeping across the bridge to the area shrouded in misty clouds, his voice tinged with amusement. “Once we cross this bridge, we can leave the land of fallen immortals and return to the Great Qian.”

"The Great Qian?" Zhen asked, somewhat bewildered.

“It’s the Great Qian Dynasty, that’s the outside world. It’s not as dangerous as the Fallen Immortal Land. But Zhen, you still have to be careful. Although the outside world isn’t as treacherous as the Fallen Immortal Land, it still has its dangers. If you go to the outside world, don’t trust people too easily.” Jiang Wen didn’t explain much, but just said in a deep voice.

"When we step onto this bridge, the situation may be unclear, there may be opportunities, or there may be dangers. Stay behind me and be careful."

Everyone's expressions turned serious as they followed Jiang Wen onto the smooth, jade-like bridge.

At first, everything was fine, and the bridge was stable. However, just as they reached the middle of the bridge, something unexpected happened.

The once orderly flow of rosy light suddenly became chaotic and distorted, and the originally stable bridge began to tremble violently, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing this space apart.

Countless bizarre and fantastical illusions appeared out of nowhere—shattered stars swept past like raindrops, carrying with them a cold, deathly silence.

A colossal black wave suddenly rose from nowhere, emanating a terrifying aura of destruction.

Indistinct, enormous shadows collided and roared in the far distance, churning and overturning everything.

"Be careful!" Jiang Wen shouted in a low voice, his body radiating a bright light as he tried to steady himself and protect everyone.

But the power of this spatial turbulence far exceeded expectations; it was chaos and tearing at the level of the Great Dao. The protective light he erected flickered uncertainly in the turbulence, unable to withstand this sudden spatial turbulence.

"Master!" Zhen cried out in alarm as an invisible, giant hand-like force suddenly pulled her away from Jiang Wen.

She reached out, but only grasped a distorted light and shadow before being instantly swept into a broken void and disappeared.

"Brother Jiang!"

Liang Yuan's voice was also filled with panic. Her spiritual power burst forth as she tried to resist, but another chaotic force of spacetime swept her in the opposite direction like a vortex. Her figure quickly faded away amidst several strange, intersecting bands of light.

Jiang Wen was extremely anxious and wanted to help, but he himself was also struggling to stay steady in the turbulent currents. Several invisible spatial blades struck his protective aura, causing violent ripples.

He could only watch helplessly as Zhen and Liang Yuan were swallowed by the turbulent current, and a strong sense of frustration welled up in his heart.

Just as he was distracted, an even more violent force suddenly struck him!

"Om-"

He felt a jolt in his mind, the protective light around him shattered completely, and he was thrown into a bizarre and chaotic passage.

In the chaos, he only had time to sense Jiang Su's still steady, cool aura beside him, and the baby girl's calm breathing. Even amidst this spatial turbulence, the little girl was still sleeping soundly.

After an unknown amount of time, the suffocating tearing sensation and chaotic illusions suddenly vanished.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two muffled thuds followed by Wen'er's loud sobs as Jiang Wen and Jiang Su crashed heavily onto the ground.

Jiang Wen immediately sat up, not bothering to check himself, and hurriedly looked to his side. Jiang Su had also stood up; her face was slightly pale and her breathing was a little disordered, but she still held the wailing Wen'er steadily, gently patting her.

Little Wen'er seemed frightened; her little face was flushed from crying, and her big golden eyes were filled with tears.

Jiang Wen breathed a sigh of relief; at least Jiang Su and Wen'er were alright. He immediately looked around, but his heart sank—where were Liang Yuan and Zhen?

He suppressed his anxiety and worry and began to observe his surroundings.

Before your eyes lies a lush, verdant valley. In the distance, towering peaks rise one after another, shrouded in mist. Nearby, ancient trees reach for the sky, exotic flowers and rare herbs abound, and a clear stream flows gently by, its melodious waters creating a pleasant sound.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees and the fragrance of earth, the energy was abundant and gentle, just like the scenes of the outside world in his memory.

Looking up, the sky was a clear, bright blue, with a few wisps of white clouds drifting by and warm sunlight streaming down.

I'm back... I've finally left that decaying and chaotic land of fallen immortals.

Almost the instant he landed, Jiang Wen felt the invisible pressure from the Fallen Immortal Land within his body suddenly disappear.

A long-lost feeling returned, and boundless magical power surged and flowed freely through his meridians. His divine sense was no longer bound by anything, spreading outwards like mercury spilling onto the ground, with a range and sensitivity far exceeding that of the Fallen Immortal Land.

The feeling of his magic power returning to its full extent gave him a sense of security.

However, the restoration of his cultivation did not bring him much joy. He looked around at this familiar yet unfamiliar world with a grim expression.

The separation of Zhen and Liang Yuan, their fates unknown, weighed heavily on his heart. The turbulent flow of time and space was extremely dangerous; where they would be swept away, whether it would bring them good fortune or misfortune, was entirely unknown.

“They…” Jiang Su also noticed the situation, her cool voice carrying a hint of inquiry.

“Swept away by the turbulent currents, their whereabouts unknown.” Jiang Wen’s voice was low, carrying a hint of suppressed anger. “This place is unfamiliar. Let’s find out where they are first, then try to find them. My disciple has a protective magic artifact that I gave him, so he should be fine.”

The appearance of spacetime turbulence on the Jade Bridge was something he had never imagined, and the figure existing within the turbulence also made Jiang Wen wary.

What exactly is that thing? Why is it causing such a huge upheaval in the Milky Way?

His thoughts were somewhat confused, so Jiang Wen stopped thinking about it. He looked around and met Jiang Su's gaze.

The two nodded and said no more. Jiang Su comforted the baby girl in her arms and recovered her magical power.

Jiang Wen closed his eyes and extended his restored divine sense outward with all his might.

The scenery within a radius of hundreds of miles unfolded clearly in his mind like an exquisite painting—mountains, rivers, forests, birds and beasts were all presented in his mind.

Suddenly, his divine sense stirred, and he detected several strong energy fluctuations and intense killing intent in a mountain forest about thirty miles away.

There are cultivators fighting.

He saw three cultivators dressed in yellow robes, surrounded by a sinister and bloody aura, attacking a young man wearing a moon-white Taoist robe.

The three yellow-robed cultivators used strange techniques and attacked ruthlessly, their blood and black energy intertwined, clearly indicating that they were evil cultivators.

The man in the white robe who was being besieged, although his swordsmanship was exquisite and his movements were agile, seemed to be slightly inferior in cultivation. Under the attack of the three, he was already struggling to defend himself and was in danger.

His robe sleeves were embroidered with an exquisite cauldron pattern, which was now torn in many places. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with anger and a trace of despair.

"They are members of the God Worshipping Society."

Jiang Wen's eyes narrowed, and he immediately recognized the origins of the three yellow-robed cultivators. They were members of the God Worship Society, and even inner disciples.

The person being besieged bore the insignia of the Tai Shen Palace on his robes, suggesting he was an alchemist from the Tai Shen Palace. It was truly unexpected that he would be attacked here.

At this moment, the disciple of the Tai Shen Palace was already at his last gasp. A cultivator from the Worshiping Gods Society grinned and swung a filthy, bloody claw straight at his back, while another released several twisted ghostly shadows to block his retreat, and a third, wielding a short white bone fork, silently stabbed at his ribs.

The three-pronged attack had almost completely cut off his chances of survival. A look of despair and determination flashed in the eyes of the Tai Shen Palace disciple, and his internal magical power began to fluctuate erratically, as if he was preparing to self-destruct his life force and take someone down with him.

At this critical moment.

A streak of azure light, like a startled swan from the heavens, arrived in an instant, disregarding spatial distance.

The speed was so fast that it exceeded the reaction limits of the three members of the Worship Society.

"Oh!"

"laugh!"

"what!"

Three strange noises, almost in succession!
The streak of azure light first precisely shattered the filthy blood claws that were attacking the vest; the blood-red light dissipated instantly as if it had encountered its nemesis.

The light flashed past like a dragon, and the twisted ghostly figures vanished like smoke with a shrill shriek. Finally, the remaining force of the light struck the wrist of the person holding the bone fork.

"Crack!" A tooth-grinding sound of bone breaking rang out, and the monk from the Worshiping God Society let out a pig-like scream as the white bone fork clattered to the ground.

All of this happened too fast, like a flash of lightning. By the time the other two members of the Worshiping Gods sect recovered from their shock, they only saw their companion clutching his wrist, screaming and rolling around in agony, while in front of the Great Divine Palace disciple who should have died, there was now a calm-looking young man.

The ancient longsword that had thwarted their attack and severely injured one of them was now hovering beside the young man, its tip pointing at them, radiating a chilling, sinister aura.

We're...we're saved?

The disciple of Tai Shen Palace stood frozen in place, his magical power, which was about to explode, subsided instantly as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

The immense shock of surviving the ordeal left his mind blank, his chest heaving violently. He stared blankly at the figure in blue robes ahead, a figure that, though not particularly wide, seemed to shield him from all danger. For a moment, he was speechless, overwhelmed by a sense of utter exhaustion and a surge of overwhelming relief.

(End of this chapter)