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

In a bustling market in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

This place is a gathering place for all sorts of extraordinary people—corpse drivers, spirit mediums, witchcraft practitioners, shamans, and all kinds of people.

When that golden light flashed, the entire market fell silent for a moment.

Then, everyone started talking about it.

"What kind of light is that?"

"I don't know, it's kind of scary."

"Could some kind of treasure have been born?"

"Treasure? What treasure could possibly be hidden in these 100,000 mountains?"

A gaunt old man sat by the tea stall, slowly sipping his tea.

His name is Lao Gui, and he's the most well-informed person in the area.

When the golden light appeared, he merely squinted and continued drinking his tea.

But if someone were to look closely, they would notice that his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

......

Nine thousand four hundred years.

Nine thousand five hundred years.

Nine thousand six hundred years.

Ye Qingfeng's true form suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no emotion left in those eyes.

Only peace.

Absolute tranquility.

It's like the vicissitudes of time, like the wisdom to see through everything.

Nine thousand seven hundred years.

Nine thousand eight hundred years.

Nine thousand nine hundred years.

a thousand years.

"boom--!"

The fruit suddenly exploded, transforming into endless golden light that illuminated Ye Qingfeng's entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Within that golden light, a brand new Dao Fruit slowly took shape.

It has nine orifices and eight openings, is square on all four sides, and is entirely purple-gold.

Celestial Immortal Fruit.

Ten thousand years of cultivation.

It became.

All the Qi within the body was transformed into magical power.

That is a higher level of power.

Ye Qingfeng closed his eyes.

All those endless insights, all that immense power, all of it, returned to tranquility at this moment.

He just stood there, motionless.

The moonlight shone on him, illuminating his bluish-gray figure.

He is no longer an ordinary person.

He is an immortal.

Celestial being.

Those insights, those realizations, those things that were originally hazy, are now all clear.

His understanding of the Tao, his understanding of the sword, and his understanding of everything were all elevated at this moment.

Ye Qingfeng closed his eyes, feeling the vast power within his body.

He has become an immortal.

He has truly become an immortal.

......

Inside the inn, the golden flames still flickered.

The three ancient corpses had been burned to nothing but a few charred bones, occasionally emitting faint crackling sounds.

The warmth of the flames dispelled all the gloom, making the whole room cozy and warm, a world apart from the endless rain outside.

Lu Yang leaned against the wall, holding the azure flying sword, his head slowly drooping downwards.

He was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open.

Miao Gui huddled in another corner, clutching the corpse oil lamp, his eyes fixed on the direction of the door.

That Taoist priest has been gone for a while.

He couldn't help but speak:

"Hey, do you think it's really okay for that Taoist priest to go alone?"

Lu Yang mumbled a "hmm" in his sleep, then slumped his head down again.

Miao Gui raised his voice:

"Hey! Wake up! I'm talking to you!"

Lu Yang jolted awake, nearly falling to the ground. He rubbed his eyes, looking completely bewildered.

"Huh? What?"

Miao Gui was furious at his heartless attitude.

"I say, is it really alright for that Taoist priest to go see the local evil spirits alone? That's the local evil spirits! They control a whole area of ​​evil!"

Lü Yang yawned and shifted his grip on the sword.

"Don't worry, even if the sky falls, the immortal master will be fine."

Miao Gui was stunned:

"You really trust him that much?"

Lü Yang had already closed his eyes again, and mumbled indistinctly:

"Instead of worrying about the Immortal Master, I'd be better off sleeping more... It would be truly embarrassing if I couldn't keep up with him on the journey tomorrow..."

As he spoke, his head began to droop again, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep again.

Miao Gui opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't refute it at all.

He glanced at the doorway, then at Lü Yang's face, which was almost asleep, and felt a mix of emotions.

As he was thinking, a golden light suddenly shone through the window.

The golden light was extremely bright and intense, illuminating the entire inn as if it were daytime in an instant. Miao Gui felt a blur before his eyes and could see nothing at all.

By the time his eyes adjusted, the golden light had disappeared.

But the afterglow of that light lingered, carrying an indescribable pressure that made him tremble from the depths of his bones.

Miao Gui shuddered and instinctively shrank into the corner.

He recalled the direction from which the golden light had just appeared—

That's the direction that Taoist priest went.

He jumped up, rushed to Lü Yang's side, and shook him vigorously:

"Hey! Wake up! Wake up now!"

Lu Yang was shaken from side to side, and finally managed to open his eyes, his face full of impatience:

"What is it now?!"

Miao Gui pointed out the window, his voice trembling:

"Just now... just now there was a light! It was really bright! It came from over there!"

Lu Yang looked in the direction he was pointing, but it was pitch black outside and he couldn't see anything. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Light?"

Miao Gui said urgently:

"Yes! Golden light! It was so bright! So bright I couldn't even open my eyes!"

Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face:

"Wow, this enemy is pretty good."

Miao Gui was stunned:

"What do you mean?"

Lü Yang hugged the sword closer to his chest, leaned back against the wall, and closed his eyes:

"For the immortal master to cause such a commotion, it means that the evil local deity is quite capable. However..."

He yawned again:

"Since there's been any commotion, it means the problem must have been resolved. We just need to wait; the Immortal Master will be back soon."

Miao Gui stood there, staring blankly at Lü Yang's face, which was almost asleep.

that's it?

Is that all the reaction you're going to get?

That's a golden light that can illuminate half the sky!

That would require incredible supernatural power to create such a commotion!

The kid glanced at it, said "Not bad enemy," and then went back to sleep?

He opened his mouth, but after a long while, he managed to utter a single sentence:

"You...you really trust him that much?"

Lü Yang was already asleep.

Even breathing could be heard, the sword was still held in his arms, and his face showed an indescribable sense of peace.

Miao Gui stood there, looking at his peaceful sleeping face, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

He looked back out the window at the dark night sky, then at Lü Yang, and then at the still-burning golden flames.

After a long while, he silently retreated to his corner, hugging the oil lamp, and said nothing more.

Shen Zhaoyue leaned against the other wall, her eyes never opening.

But her hand, which had been gripping the knife hilt, had somehow loosened its grip.