The Primordial Era: Starting with Becoming a Disciple of the Queen Mother of the West

Chapter 120 Daoist Yunying

After settling all the affairs of Qingheishan Mountain, Xuan Yao rode on a cloud of good fortune and left Xikunlun, heading eastward.

He has now attained the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, with the Five Elements in harmony and his Dao foundation perfectly integrated. His escape techniques are now far superior to what they used to be.

The auspicious clouds moved amidst the fierce winds of the heavens, their light lingering and auspicious energy naturally arising.

In just a few decades, they crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived at the eastern border of the prehistoric continent.

This place is not far from the East China Sea.

A salty, damp mist gradually filled the air, and the spiritual energy of water in the world seemed to be stronger than elsewhere.

Xuan Yao stood on the cloud, about to unleash his magic power and cross the continuous mountain range ahead in one breath, when he suddenly felt a slight blockage in the energy ahead.

His gaze sharpened as he looked towards a place hundreds of miles away.

Between a narrow canyon pass, spiritual light flickered and array patterns intertwined, revealing a barrier that had been set up to seal off the void.

As the array patterns flowed, there was a hidden surge of cloud and water energy, carrying a domineering air that brooked no disobedience.

Clearly, the person who set up the formation is someone of considerable importance and is not afraid of others causing trouble.

Xuan Yao descended from the clouds, concealed his form, and quietly approached to investigate.

Before the checkpoint, dozens of rogue cultivators were gathered, most of whom were between Earth Immortal and True Immortal.

In the center of the checkpoint stood a group of cultivators dressed in robes with cloud and dragon patterns.

Judging from the style of the robes, they belong to the sect of Zifuzhou in the East Sea.

The leader was a Taoist with a hooked nose, a sinister face, and a cold look in his eyes. His cultivation level was probably at the early stage of the Golden Immortal realm.

He held an octagonal bronze mirror in his hand. The mirror surface emitted a clear light that reflected the origins of a person's primordial spirit. It was a spirit-illuminating mirror specially used to investigate the origins of cultivators.

It should be noted that although Zifu Continent has been oppressed by the Demon Court in recent years and its influence has declined significantly, the inspections in the area near the East Sea have become increasingly strict.

That hook-nosed Taoist was particularly arrogant. He would have all the wandering cultivators' primordial spirits scanned by the Spirit-Illuminating Mirror, and he would also forcibly collect 30% of their personal spiritual items, claiming it was an annual tribute from the Celestial Court.

If anyone hesitates even slightly, they will be struck down by a spell.

Those independent cultivators had no powerful backers, so even if they were angry, they had no choice but to swallow their anger.

Xuan Yao did not want to cause any more trouble here and was planning to bypass the checkpoint and find another way to enter the sea.

Just then, a gasp suddenly came from below, mixed with the woman's angry rebuke.

He looked down and saw that the hook-nosed Taoist had stopped a female immortal cultivator.

The female cultivator had a beautiful appearance, wore a plain white robe, and possessed a pure and righteous spiritual aura. She must have been a rogue cultivator from some secluded immortal mountain.

Not only did the hook-nosed Taoist steal her storage magic item, but his gaze was also unrestrained as he reached out to tug at her sleeve.

"Young man, it is a blessing you have accumulated over many lifetimes to be chosen by me." The hook-nosed Taoist sneered, "Obediently follow me back to the island and suffer less physical pain."

As he spoke, his golden immortal aura descended, firmly pinning the female cultivator to the spot.

He uttered a few more filthy words about taking the Yin-Yang Elixir back to the Immortal Island to use as a furnace, which made the surrounding rogue cultivators look ugly, but no one dared to step forward.

The female cultivator struggled desperately, summoning her flying sword in an attempt to resist.

However, there is a great barrier between a True Immortal and a Golden Immortal. As soon as the flying sword took off, it was shattered by the hook-nosed Taoist with a casual wave of his hand.

The female cultivator fell to the ground, her face turning deathly pale.

Upon seeing this, a chill crept into Xuan Yao's tiger-like eyes.

He cultivates the Great Way of Virtue and Fortune. Although he is not the kind of person who interferes in everything he sees, he detests those who bully others by taking advantage of their power, corrupt people's hearts, and tarnish the reputation of immortals.

Zifuzhou claims to be acting on behalf of Heaven to spread its teachings, yet its followers are filled with such scoundrels.

Such perverse actions have led to a decline in fortune and an unstable foundation.

With a thought, Xuan Yao silently disappeared into the void.

The next instant, a platinum sword light flashed across the canyon.

The sword light came extremely fast, yet without making a sound.

The fierce winds of the heavens did not disturb the surrounding spiritual energy; only a single sharp line of light slashed down from the void, upright and righteous, yet extremely cold.

This is the Taiyi Sword Qi unleashed by the Xuan Yao's superior-grade acquired spiritual treasure, the Flying Gold Sword. Using it to deal with an early-stage Golden Immortal is overkill.

Just as the hook-nosed Taoist was about to step forward to capture the man, he suddenly felt a chill between his brows.

Before he could even process the thought, a tiny sword hole appeared between his eyebrows.

The platinum sword energy entered his body and instantly transformed into hundreds of sharp rays, which roamed within his Golden Immortal body, shredding the remaining primordial spirit within his Niwan Palace.

The hook-nosed Taoist's body remained frozen in place, his eyes still holding a lewd glint, but his life force had already died.

The remaining dozen or so Xuanxian disciples from Zifu Continent turned pale upon seeing this. Just as they were about to cry for help, Xuanyao's second sword arrived.

Several streaks of platinum light flashed across the void, like fish swimming in water or birds flying through the forest, moving back and forth among the cultivators of Zifu Continent.

In just a few breaths, all the Xuanxian disciples collapsed to the ground without even uttering a scream.

A deathly silence fell over the area in front of the checkpoint.

The female cultivator who had fallen to the ground stared blankly at the scene before her, momentarily unsure of who had made the move.

She only saw a few flashes of white light in the void, and the arrogant man from just moments ago was instantly annihilated.

After a moment, she came to her senses and hurriedly kowtowed repeatedly towards the sky.

However, the place was dangerous, so she dared not linger. She composed herself and transformed into a streak of light, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Seeing that all the disciples of Zifuzhou were dead, the other rogue cultivators dared not say anything more and dispersed, leaving in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Yao stood on the cloud, and with a wave of his sleeve, he put the flying golden sword into his sleeve.

He looked down at the corpses, his gaze falling on the hook-nosed Taoist priest, and a thought suddenly struck him.

His trip to the East Sea was originally intended to explore the true nature of Zifu Continent and, incidentally, seek some opportunities.

The East China Sea is vast, with countless islands and numerous underwater paradises.

If he continues to act as a disciple of Xikunlun, he will inevitably attract attention and even arouse the vigilance of the higher-ups in Zifuzhou.

If one can use an identity within Zifu Continent as a cover, things will be much easier.

With his cultivation level as a Taiyi Golden Immortal, simulating the aura of a Golden Immortal was not difficult for him.

Xuan Yao descended from the clouds and came to the body of the hook-nosed Taoist.

He extended his right hand, and a pure light of virtue appeared in his palm, which he placed on the Taoist's crown chakra.

Although this person's primordial spirit had been shattered by the sword energy, some fragmented thoughts still lingered in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Xuan Yao swept it over with his Taiyi divine sense.

Before long, they had a clear understanding of this person's background.

This person's Buddhist name is Yunying, and he is a Xuanhua Envoy from the outer perimeter of Zifu Continent.

On weekdays, he is responsible for patrolling and inspecting several spirit islands along the southwest coast of the East China Sea. His job is nothing more than plundering spirit objects, oppressing rogue cultivators, and accumulating wealth and credit for his superiors.

Judging from its remaining memories, Zifu Continent is now filled with numerous factions.

In order to compete for the increasingly scarce fortune and resources, the various celestial officials engaged in open and covert struggles, and fought against each other.

The Eastern King Duke, residing high above the Celestial Court, is preoccupied with urging those below to gather spiritual objects and bolster his power, mostly turning a blind eye to the corruption within his ranks.

This status is neither high nor low.

This allows him to travel on the outskirts of the East Sea and get some information about the movements of Zifu Continent, without attracting too much attention from truly powerful figures, which suits Xuan Yao's wishes perfectly.

Once the plan was decided, Xuan Yao began to use his transformation technique.

He formed hand seals, and the pure energy of virtue and the mysterious energy of his destiny intertwined and flowed within his body, slowly changing along his meridians and bones.

A moment later, his originally handsome and composed face gradually lengthened, his nose became high and curved, and his eyebrows and eyes gained a cold and sinister look, making him exactly the same as that of Daoist Yunying.

Not only her appearance, but even her vital energy was altered.

The pure energy of virtue encompasses all things and is most adept at harmonizing all energies.

The natal black star can obscure the true nature of things and conceal one's original foundation.

When the two are combined, the Golden Immortal power of Daoist Yunying, which carries a sinister connotation, is simulated to an almost indistinguishable degree.

In addition, the unique cloud and water aura of Zifu Continent was drawn out by Xuan Yao with his magic power and covered his body.

As for the arrogant demeanor that had been cultivated over the years, Xuan Yao only needed to slightly restrain his true nature to learn about seven or eight parts of it.

After carefully sensing it, he understood what was going on.

Unless one encounters a Grand Luo Golden Immortal who examines the matter in person, even an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal might not be able to see through this disguise.

Xuan Yao stripped the cloud and water dragon patterned robe off Yun Ying Dao Ren and put it on himself. He then put away the Xuan Hua Envoy token and the Zhao Ling Bao Mirror from Yun Ying Dao Ren's waist.

He then flicked his finger and released a wisp of Southern Ming Fire, burning away the corpse and remaining traces on the ground.

A wisp of fire, and all ashes are gone.

After doing all this, Xuan Yao transformed into Yun Ying Dao Ren, the Inspector Immortal Official of Zi Fu Continent.

He walked with a gloomy expression and his hands behind his back.

They swaggered through the checkpoint and continued eastward.

After crossing the last majestic mountain range in the eastern part of the prehistoric continent, the world ahead suddenly opened up before us.

Xuan Yao stopped atop a towering sea cliff and gazed into the distance.

Before them stretched a vast ocean between heaven and earth.

The vast sea surged with waves, the crests of which rolled up and crashed against the reefs, turning into a sky full of white foam.

Water vapor rises and, when exposed to sunlight, condenses into a faint rainbow in the sky, stretching across the horizon and lingering for a long time.

Further out, where the sea meets the sky, a colossal sea beast emerges from the water. Its back is like a mountain, and as it breathes in and out the essence of the sun and moon, it stirs up long gusts of wind, causing the clouds to hang low.

This is the East China Sea.

This is the place where all the waters of the primordial world converge, and also the former home of the ancient dragon race.

Xuan Yao has been in this primordial world for hundreds of thousands of years.

He had seen the serene and lofty Yaochi of Xikunlun, and he had also seen the fiery red flames of the immortal volcano in the south.

He once trod the majestic mountains of the Pangu lineage in the East Kunlun Mountains, and also entered the Star Sea of ​​the Demon Court beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

But this vast East China Sea was the first time he had ever truly set foot there.

The sea breeze blows in, carrying a salty, damp scent, and also an abundance of innate water-based spiritual energy.

The waves crashed against the shore with a thunderous roar. The vast and profound rhythm of the water subtly resonated within his kidneys.

Xuan Yao circulated the Taiyi Five Qi, quietly sensing the essence of this body of water.

Beneath the sea surface, the earth's veins, remnants of an ancient dragon vein, seem to ripple in the deep waters. Though no longer at their ancient peak, they still possess a powerful and lingering charm.

In the early days of the Dragon-Han War, the Dragon Clan was the ruler of the four seas and governed all waters.

Now, burdened by karma, the dragon race has retreated to the springs of the four seas, but the ancient dragon race's aura still lingers in the depths of the East Sea.

What concerned Xuan Shu even more was that, when he looked with his Dharma Eye, he could vaguely see the shadow of a shattered cave in the deep sea, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Most of those cave-heavens and ruins were left over from ancient calamities, and are shrouded by underwater currents and remnants of innate restrictions.

The light within is dim and the spiritual energy is obscure; it holds both opportunities and dangers. Without the appropriate means, one who rashly enters may not even be able to protect their true spirit.

The spiritual energy of this body of water is in no way inferior to that of many famous mountains and rivers on the prehistoric continent.

However, the East China Sea is vast, the sea routes are treacherous and far-reaching, and ancient ferocious beasts and remnants of ancient formations are entrenched there. To this day, many immortal islands and secret realms have not been truly explored by major sects.

Although Zifu Continent claims to rule the East Sea, in reality it only occupies a few blessed islands on the sea and uses its name to suppress rogue cultivators.

To say that one can control this unfathomable ocean is a far cry from the truth.

Xuan Yao took a deep breath of the sea's spiritual energy, secretly making plans in his mind.

Now that he is under the identity of Daoist Yunying, he can take the opportunity to travel along the southwestern coast of the East China Sea under the guise of an inspection.

If we can find a few unclaimed immortal islands, or find out the true state of Zifu Continent, then this trip will be worthwhile.