My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

He's right on that threshold now.

If he so desires, he can condense the Dao Fruit of Immortal Cultivation at any time and live a carefree life in the world.

But he didn't want to.

That force is still surging in.

The outline of the Dao fruit is becoming clearer and clearer.

That is not the form of the Immortal Dao Fruit—the Immortal Dao Fruit is round and smooth like a pearl, with a restrained radiance and simple, unadorned appearance.

But the outline inside his body now has a faint angularity.

That was the prototype of the Earth Immortal Dao Fruit.

It takes five thousand years of cultivation to become an Earth Immortal.

He is far superior to human immortals, with a lifespan as long as the earth, and possesses great supernatural powers, capable of guarding a region.

But he still didn't want to.

Five thousand seven hundred years.

Six thousand eight hundred years.

Seven thousand nine hundred years.

That force seemed inexhaustible, and it continued to surge in.

In Ye Qingfeng's sea of ​​consciousness, the bright moon suddenly shone brightly.

Endless radiance shone down, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness and the Dao Fruit that was condensing.

That Dao Fruit was no longer a blurry outline.

It began to take shape.

It's not round.

It is square.

It has nine orifices and eight openings, is square on all four sides, and is golden in color, with faint runes flowing across its surface. Those runes are ancient and mysterious, each containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

Ye Qingfeng's heart stirred.

This is……

Celestial Immortal Fruit.

The Celestial Immortal Dao Fruit is something that can only be condensed through ten thousand years of cultivation.

Ye Qingfeng's body began to glow.

The light emanated from within, penetrating skin and clothing, illuminating the entire dilapidated temple.

The light was warm and sacred, carrying an indescribable majesty.

The ruins of that dilapidated temple began to revive under the light.

Those withered weeds are sprouting new shoots.

The rotten beams sprouted new branches. The collapsed walls were rebuilt.

Everything is recovering.

Everything is being reborn.

The runes on the fruit suddenly lit up.

From each of its nine orifices and eight openings, a beam of golden light shot out.

The golden light gathered above the Dao Fruit, gradually condensing into a human shape.

The humanoid figure looked exactly like Ye Qingfeng.

That is his Dharma image.

It is a Dharma form that can only be condensed by a Celestial Immortal.

The Dharma characteristics are becoming increasingly clear.

It sat cross-legged above the Dao Fruit, its hands forming a mudra, its eyes closed in concentration.

Its body emitted a golden light even more intense than Ye Qingfeng's own body. That golden light pierced through the dilapidated temple, through the mountains and forests, through the clouds, and soared straight into the sky.

The entire Shiwan Mountains witnessed this golden light.

The moment the golden light vanished, deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, in a sect hidden in the clouds, an old man with white hair suddenly stood up.

His name is Yun Songzi, and he is the leader of the Wuyin Sect.

The sect primarily cultivates illusion techniques and secondarily focuses on formations. Because it only cultivates the spirit and is not considered a legitimate practice, it was ostracized by other sects outside the Ten Thousand Mountains and thus moved to the Ten Thousand Mountains.

It's not a major sect; it's only considered second-rate in these Hundred Thousand Mountains.

He stared at the direction where the golden light disappeared, his eyes filled with shock.

That light...

There was an aura within that light that made his heart pound, made him tremble, and even more so—

Excited.

"It can't be wrong...it can't be wrong..."

He muttered to himself and staggered towards the back of the mountain.

There is a small stone chamber there, which is a forbidden area of ​​the Misty Hidden Sect. Even the elders are not allowed to enter.

Only the leaders of each generation knew what was hidden in that stone chamber.

Yun Songzi pushed open the stone door and went inside.

The stone chamber was empty except for a stone table with a wooden box on it.

The wooden box was old, with worn edges, but the talismans pasted on it were still new.

Those were talismans personally affixed by successive sect leaders, layer upon layer, numbering more than a dozen.

With trembling hands, Yun Songzi tore open the talismans.

Open the wooden box.

Inside was a yellowed booklet.

The booklet was very thin, with only a few pages, and the paper was so brittle that it would break at the slightest touch.

Yun Songzi carefully picked it up and turned to the last page.

That page contained only a few lines of text.

The handwriting was messy, as if it had been written with the last of its strength.

"The Ten Thousand Mountains have their own mountain gods."

"The mountain god controls the fortune of a mountain, can command the land gods of all directions, and can suppress all evil spirits."

"As long as the divine position is present, the mountain is at peace. If the divine position is lost, the mountain is in chaos."

"We have searched for a hundred years, but have not found the seal."

"If future generations see golden light, it signifies the birth of the Mountain God's Seal. Remember, remember, you must find this seal and re-establish the Mountain God's position!"

Yun Songzi held the booklet, her hands trembling.

Mountain God Seal.

The Mountain God's Seal, lost for a thousand years in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Over the past thousand years, most of the land god seals have appeared, but the most important mountain god seal has remained elusive.

Unexpectedly, he was able to obtain such an opportunity during his lifetime!

That golden light, that golden light that made his heart tremble, must be the birth of the Mountain God Seal!

He closed the booklet, took a deep breath, and turned to rush out of the stone chamber.

"Someone come here!"

He shouted down the mountain, his voice distorted:

"Pass down the order: all disciples, descend the mountain immediately! Search! Turn the entire Ten Thousand Mountains upside down, find the place where that golden light fell!"

Several elders rushed forward, looking puzzled:

"Master, what happened?"

Yun Songzi didn't explain, he just handed them the booklet:

See for yourself!

The elders' expressions all changed after reading it.

"Mountain God Seal?!"

"That thing really exists?!"

"Quickly! Send someone!"

The Mist Hidden Sect instantly became lively.

......

Meanwhile, in another part of the Ten Thousand Mountains, in a mountain village hidden on a cliff.

A one-eyed giant was sitting on a tiger-skin chair, drinking.

His name is Xiong Lie, and he is the leader of "Black Wind Stronghold".

Black Wind Stronghold is not a sect, but a group of mountain bandits who specialize in robbing travelers.

But the reason they've survived in the Hundred Thousand Mountains until now isn't because of robbery.

It's all about strength.

Xiong Lie is a martial saint.

A true martial saint.

As the golden light flashed, the wine bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.

He didn't look down; he just stared intently at the direction where the golden light disappeared.

"Someone come here!"

He roared.

Several bandits rushed in:

"Boss, what is it?"

Xiong Lie pointed in the direction of the golden light:

"Did you see that golden light?"

The bandits nodded:

"I see it! I see it! It's so bright!"

Xiong Lie waved his hand:

"Find it! Find the place where that golden light fell! Whoever it is, claim it first!"

A bandit asked cautiously:

"Boss, what is that golden light?"

Xiong Lie glared at him:

"Stop talking nonsense! Just look for it!"

The bandit shrank back in fright and quickly ran away.

Xiong Lie sat on the tiger-skin chair, looking in the direction where the golden light disappeared, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

Such a big commotion must mean it's an extraordinary treasure.

If he could get his hands on it...

He chuckled twice, grabbed another flask of wine, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

......