The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

After traveling for an unknown period of time, the dark and frigid scene suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings turned bright red, indicating that they had reached the Qian Tian Thunderfire Layer.

Looking around, all that could be seen were countless red beads flying rapidly, without any order or pattern. Once they collided, they would immediately explode violently, with flames shooting into the sky, their power terrifying.

Each red bead contains the violent power of the Heavenly Thunder, so powerful that even an immortal who falls into it would be severely injured, if not killed.

Looking at the powerful Qian Tian Lei Gang Pearl in front of him, Song Yi was moved and recalled the refining method of "Qian Kun Zi Mu Divine Thunder" in the "Tai Qing Zi Fu Refining General Outline".

The method requires taking 999 Qian Tian Lei Gang Pearls and 999 Di Di Kun Yin Lei Sha Pearls, and then combining and refining them for 36 years to complete the process.

Once refined, it possesses immense power; even the most powerful protective magic treasures of immortals cannot withstand a single barrage.

Now that the Heavenly Thunder Pearl is right before our eyes, how can we let it go?

Immediately, the Seven Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda was summoned, and the Profound Yellow Qi surged out like a tide, carefully enveloping each of the crimson beads and suppressing them within the pagoda.

As for the Yin Thunder Fiend Pearl, there's no need to search deep underground. The Yin Fiend Qi in the Heavenly Prison can also be refined into a Yin Thunder Fiend Pearl through a special secret method.

After collecting lightning energy along the way, the Xuan Guang Yu Heng Chariot finally broke through the blockade of the lightning and fire layer.

Suddenly, the view opened up before them, revealing Jambudvipa (the southern continent) beneath a churning sea of ​​clouds.

Jambudvipa was not much different from what he remembered; it was still a land of beautiful mountains and rivers.

However, the mortal karma permeating the world grew increasingly dense, like mist enveloping the entire continent.

Unlike the Eastern Continent of Victory, which is teeming with immortals, or the Western Continent of Aparagodaniya, which is bathed in Buddhist light, the Southern Continent of Jambudvipa is the most prosperous place for Taoism.

The Taoist temples and sacred mountains of the three religions of Man, Chan, and Jie are scattered like stars, some hidden in famous mountains and rivers, others concealed in imperial cities and towns, educating the human race while also absorbing the human race's fortune.

As the carriage traveled to the heart of Jambudvipa, Song Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

An extremely intense resentment rose into the sky from below, and even from a hundred miles away, one could feel the oppressive atmosphere that made one's heart tremble.

The resentment was mixed with a foul, yellowish-green odor, like poisonous miasma rising from a rotting swamp, making one want to vomit.

Song Yi frowned, urged the carriage to lower the clouds, and looked down.

Below lay several large cities, which should have been prosperous and wealthy places, but were now shrouded in an eerie yellow mist.

On the streets of the city, people could be seen lying down everywhere, some still groaning weakly, and others already motionless.

White banners hung in front of every household, and the cries of wailing rose and fell, so mournful that they sent chills down one's spine.

Further away, several oxcarts were hauling piles of corpses out of the city, their ruts leaving trails of blood on the muddy road.

Outside the city, in the mass graves, new graves were densely packed together like a honeycomb, and many corpses that had not yet been buried were piled up in the open, attracting flocks of crows to circle in the air.

"What a powerful plague!" Gouyue Niang exclaimed in surprise.

Song Yi's face was cold and gloomy.

This place is Qufu.

Qufu was the place he personally chose for his family to settle before he was deified.

This place is backed by the Taiyi Mountains and faces the Sishui River. The land is warm and fertile, making it the most suitable place for humankind to thrive and multiply.

The Song family settled here in just three generations, and they have grown from outsiders into one of the most prominent families in Qufu.

His first stop upon descending to the mortal realm was Qufu, but he never expected to encounter such a thing.

Song Yi's divine sense instantly covered the entire city and quickly located the Song family's position.

The Song family mansion is located in the center of Qufu City. It covers a vast area and is decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, making it a magnificent sight.

But at this moment, the mansion was also shrouded in a thick plague, and many servants lay on the veranda, their breaths weak.

Song Yi alighted from the carriage, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the Song family's gate.

There were no guards at the gate. As soon as I entered the front yard, I saw a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe.

This man had a square face, graying temples, and a vague resemblance to Song Yi in his features. He was none other than Song Ji, the current head of the Song family.

The moment Song Ji saw Song Yi, his pupils contracted sharply. A pressure emanating from his bloodline made his legs go weak, and he immediately knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the ground: "Unworthy descendant Song Ji pays respects to Ancestor!"

Song Ji.

Song Yi remembered the name.

When he taught the Song family's immortal cultivation methods using the method of entering dreams, he scanned through a group of juniors.

At that time, Song Ji was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. His talent was not top-notch, but he was calm and composed.

After transmitting the Dharma through a dream, Song Yi never paid attention to the Song family's cultivation progress again.

Now, upon seeing him again, the young man from back then has graying temples, a weathered face, and his cultivation has stalled at the mid-stage of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation, making further progress difficult.

This has nothing to do with qualifications.

The Southern Continent is filled with worldly dust and entangled karma, making its spiritual energy much thinner than that of the other three continents.

To be able to cultivate Qi and transform it into spirit in such an environment is already extremely rare.

"Stand up and speak."

Song Yi reached out to help Song Ji up, and a gentle force lifted him up.

Song Ji stood up, took a deep breath, and turned to shout into the courtyard, "Come out, everyone! The Ancestor has returned from Heaven!"

This shout was like a stone thrown into a still pond, creating ripples all around.

"Our ancestors have manifested their divine power!"

"It really is our ancestor! He looks exactly like the portrait in the ancestral hall!"

Many clansmen, despite their illness, rushed over and knelt down in a flurry. Some were in tears, some were too excited to speak, and others just kept kowtowing on the ground.

"Get up, all of you!" Song Yi's voice was calm, yet it carried an air of authority. "You haven't neglected the immortal techniques I taught you earlier using the method of entering dreams."

Upon hearing this, Song Ji immediately stood up and respectfully said, "We will never forget the kindness of our ancestor. Since the ancestor entered our dream to impart the cultivation method, our Song family has been cultivating as a whole. Now, 30% of our family members have entered the Qi Induction and Body Infusion stage, and five of them, including Song Ming and Song Xuan, have even broken through to the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation stage."

Song Yi nodded slightly. Thirty percent of the clansmen had already entered the path of cultivation, which was already a good result.

He glanced at the faces of everyone in the courtyard and asked in a deep voice, "How is the situation at home? When did the plague begin?"

"Reporting to the Ancestor, the plague began seven days ago!"

Song Ji hurriedly said, "The Song family, including both the main branch and collateral branches, has a total of 376 members. This plague has already claimed 63 lives. More than 100 others are infected, with varying degrees of severity. Following the method passed down by our ancestor, I taught the clan members to circulate their spiritual energy to resist the plague, which saved the lives of most. But those clan members with shallow cultivation or who have not yet stepped into the threshold of cultivation..."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi's expression darkened.

Of the 376 members, 63 died and over 100 fell ill, meaning that more than half of the Song family had perished.

This is because the Song family members practiced the martial arts he passed down, and their physiques far surpassed those of ordinary people.

For ordinary people, the mortality rate would probably be much higher.

He didn't say anything more, but instead made hand seals, silently chanted incantations, and gently stomped his foot on the ground.

A wisp of green smoke rose from where he stomped his foot. When the smoke dissipated, an old man with a completely white beard and a thin body was revealed. He wore an earth-yellow robe and leaned on a rattan cane. He was the local earth god.