Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Carved beams and painted rafters, pavilions and terraces.

A simple yet grand, exquisite mansion sits amidst towering mountains. Viewed from above, it features winding corridors and soaring eaves.

This is the Yang family mansion, home to the Yang family of the Heavenly Eye, one of the top families in the Dao Alliance.

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In the core area of ​​the Yang family, in a small courtyard near a bamboo forest, two children around six years old, holding swords, were practicing their movements with great vigor under the guidance of a serious-looking middle-aged man.

One of the children was wearing a clean, white long gown, with bright eyes and white teeth. Although he was still a bit young, it was easy to tell that he would grow up to be a handsome young man.

This child is Yang Ping'an, who transmigrated into the world of fox spirits.

The other child practicing swordsmanship beside Yang Ping'an was none other than Yang Yitan, the future Three-Senses Divine Lord of the Yang family. The middle-aged man instructing Yang Ping'an and Yang Yitan in swordsmanship was Yang Yitan's grandfather, the current head of the Yang family.

An hour later, the old master of the Yang family called a halt to Yang Ping'an and the other man who were still diligently practicing their swordsmanship.

"We'll stop sword practice here for today; we'll continue tomorrow."

After finishing his sentence, the old patriarch of the Yang family turned around, a slight smile playing on his lips, and quickly left the courtyard. As the head of the Yang family, he had to handle all sorts of affairs, big and small, every day, and could only spare a little time to supervise Yang Ping'an and the other's cultivation.

After the old master of the Yang family left the courtyard, Yang Ping'an and the other man immediately threw aside their unsharpened swords and lay on their backs on the ground without any regard for appearances. Yang Ping'an turned to look at Yang Yitan, who was standing to the side.

"Yang Yi sighs, 'We've been practicing swordsmanship all this time. When will we be able to learn the Heavenly Eye Secret Technique?'"

"It should be soon. Our swordsmanship is already quite proficient. Also, don't call me by my name. You have to call me 'brother'."

Yang sighed helplessly, silently complaining to himself, "This is the nineteenth time you've asked me this in the last two weeks. How am I supposed to know what Grandpa is thinking?"

But he still answered Yang Ping'an's question.

"I understand. I really hope I can learn the secret techniques of the Heavenly Eye soon."

Yang Ping'an pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the azure sky, and the white clouds were reflected in his bright black eyes.

Yang Yitan looked at Yang Ping'an, who was deep in thought. His younger brother had a tragic background. He was the child of his second uncle's family. His parents had sacrificed themselves in the internal war of the Dao Alliance three years ago, but the reason for their sacrifice was a secret within the family and no one mentioned it. Since then, he had been raised by Yang Yitan's father.

Yang Yitan knew that Yang Ping'an wanted to learn the Heavenly Eye Secret Technique in order to have the ability to investigate the cause of his second uncle and his wife's deaths.

Yang Ping'an was Yang Yitan's only friend in the family. Because of his somewhat introverted personality and his early display of magical talent, his peers in the family dared not approach him. Only Yang Ping'an, who was equally talented and closely related by blood, was his closest friend. Yang Yitan wanted to comfort Yang Ping'an, but he didn't know how to start.

For a long time, only the gentle breeze rustling through the bamboo tips and the whispering sounds of the bamboo forest could be heard.

"I'm going back to my room."

After resting enough, Yang Ping'an got up and headed to his room in the courtyard.

Back in his room, Yang Ping'an sat on a chair by the window, rested his hands on the windowsill, and gazed at the sky outside.

Yang Ping'an harbors a deep secret he has never told anyone. He is a transmigrator, originally an ordinary office worker on Earth.

In his previous life, Yang Ping'an was born in an orphanage, attended an ordinary second-rate university, and after graduation entered an ordinary company, doing an ordinary job. Everything was so ordinary and so mundane.

Until, after working for several years, Yang Ping'an's health was overwhelmed by the life of a corporate slave. He collapsed at his workstation while working overtime and was rushed to the hospital emergency room.

After being discharged from the hospital, Yang Ping'an was fired by his boss. Out of anger and also for the sake of his health, Yang Ping'an resigned. Using his savings from the past few years, he began his own journey, traveling to most parts of the country.

Yang Ping'an's last journey in his previous life was to Hangu Pass. The Gobi Desert sky, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, was filled with a purple aura, stretching for thousands of miles.

Yang Ping'an stood beneath the city gate of Hangu Pass, and in a daze, he felt as if he had traversed a thousand years of history. An old man with an air of otherworldly grace, dressed in Zhou Dynasty attire, rode backward on a blue ox, seemingly slow but actually fast, as he approached him.

"The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name."

Reaching the utmost emptiness is to maintain stillness and regulate one's actions.

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As the old man riding the ox approached, a series of mysterious Taoist sounds, like the resounding tolling of a great bell or the simultaneous ringing of a set of chimes, filled the air.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an's consciousness detached from his body, transformed and sublimated, becoming a fish swimming freely in the world and merging into all things in nature.

As the old man and the green ox gradually disappeared into the distance, the sound of the Great Dao gradually faded away, and Yang Ping'an's divine sense, carrying his true spirit, floated lightly towards Qingming.

Only a dilapidated pass remains standing in the desolate Gobi Desert before Hangu Pass, silently telling the story of the vicissitudes of history.

When Yang Ping'an regained consciousness, he was already two years old. In the following years, Yang Ping'an accepted the fact that he had transmigrated.

To his delight, he discovered that as long as he calmed his mind and meditated, Taoist scriptures would continuously chant in his sea of ​​consciousness. As the scriptures resounded, the rich Taoist charm was able to overwhelm his mind.

Under the influence of the rich Daoist aura, Yang Ping'an felt close to all things in nature, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was clearly visible to him.

At the age of three, Yang Ping'an began cultivating under the guidance of his grandfather. After successfully cultivating his first wisp of magical power, Yang Ping'an subconsciously guided that wisp of magical power to circulate throughout his body according to the Daoist scriptures, thus completing the microcosmic orbit.

After guiding that wisp of magical power to circulate for a week, that wisp of magical power autonomously circulated through Yang Ping'an's meridians, continuously growing stronger.

Yang Ping'an was delighted by the autonomous magic power, which allowed him to increase his magic power at any time without having to worry about controlling it.

Moreover, since Yang Ping'an gained magical power, he discovered through introspection that there was a Dao Fruit seed in his Purple Mansion, radiating vitality.

The existence of this Dao Fruit Seed allows Yang Ping'an to be closer to the myriad Daos of nature. As long as he turns his mind, he can be in harmony with the Dao, as easily as using his own arm.

After three years of natural growth, Yang Ping'an's magical power was no less than that of an average adult Taoist in the One Qi Dao Alliance. His powerful magical power flowed through his broad and flexible meridians, constantly growing stronger.

Yang Ping'an withdrew his thoughts, calmed his mind, and quietly experienced the connection between his magical power and the outside world. Yang Ping'an extended his divine sense, silently sweeping across the small courtyard, passing through the back garden of the Yang family mansion, spreading across the entire Yang family mansion, and finally covering the entire mountain range covering 302 square kilometers.

As Yang Ping'an's divine sense covered the area, he seemed to transform into the world itself, able to see everything in the mountain range where the Yang family was located. From the flowing clouds and flying birds above to the deep valleys and secluded ravines below, his divine sense could even penetrate hundreds of meters underground, seeing the underground rivers hidden deep in the earth's veins, as well as various minerals.

Yang Ping'an is practically invincible within the area covered by his divine sense, as he can mobilize the spiritual energy within that range for his own use.

With his divine sense flowing, Yang Ping'an saw that in a study on the east side of the Yang residence, the old patriarch of the Yang family was handling official business and occasionally exchanging a few words with the steward.

After gazing for a long time, Yang Ping'an withdrew his divine sense.

Since Yang Ping'an transmigrated to the present day, he has been loved and cared for by his grandfather, his parents Yang Yitan, Yang Yitan, and the people around him, allowing him to experience the family affection he lacked in his previous life.

He had long regarded Old Master Yang and the others as his own family, and the Yang residence as his own home.

However, after three years of cultivation, although Yang Ping'an's magical power was still increasing, his cultivation level was stuck at the mid-stage of Refining Essence into Qi, and he could not make any progress.

Yang Ping was extremely restless and had a vague feeling that the opportunity to break through to the middle stage of Qi Refining was in the south, and he needed to travel.