“After locating Master Yin, persuade him and bring him back to the Great Qi Dynasty.”
Looking at the brief command that contained only a few words, Wang Xuanba couldn’t help but scratch his head.
Although he didn’t fully understand what those words implied, it did not stop him from believing in them completely.
With a low growl, the shadow beneath his feet began to writhe and twist. Before long, a figure identical to Wang Xuanba crawled out from it.
This was the ability he had awakened after fusing with and absorbing the alien beast [Shadowlike].
The shadow clone possessed half the strength of the true body, and even if it were to die, the original body would not be hard in the slightest.
For such a task that carried a certain amount of risk, it was the perfect substitute.
With that thought, Wang Xuanba’s shadow form transford into a dark, serpentine dragon and vanished into the skies.
More than ten days later, he finally found the location of Yin Yin Island.
From the island ca faint, mournful wails that sent chills down Wang Xuanba’s spine.
He called out several tis, but no one answered. Entering the building, he saw a multitude of strange and grotesque creatures, each more disturbing than the last. The sight made his scalp prickle.
“These things are even more revolting than the alien beast I fused with…”
Going deeper inside, he finally found the one he was looking for—standing before a transparent cage.
“Sir, my master wishes to invite you for a eting,” Wang Xuanba said calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
Master Yin showed no response whatsoever.
Wang Xuanba repeated himself several tis, yet the man remained motionless.
Seeing this, Wang Xuanba decided to speak directly as instructed by the Holy Emperor.
“Sir, do you wish to know who created the Immortal-Mortal Miasma?”
Master Yin’s body trembled. Slowly, his gaze shifted away from his experintal subjects and fell upon Wang Xuanba.
“What did you just say…?”
His overlapping voice echoed eerily, making Wang Xuanba swallow hard.
Even so, he gathered his courage and repeated his words.
Before the other could respond, he continued, “Sir, do you wish to know the way to perfect the ‘Foundation Built Upon Oneself’ thod?”
Master Yin’s once-hunched figure gradually straightened.
He fixed his sharp eyes on Wang Xuanba, a dangerous glint flashing within them. “Who exactly are you?”
Wang Xuanba chuckled softly. “I’m rely a ssenger. If you wish to know the answers, then co with .”
“Lead the way.”
To Wang Xuanba’s surprise, Master Yin agreed without hesitation.
Behind him, dense fog gushed out from the cage, and the screams of several mortals echoed before fading into silence.
Wang Xuanba tensed up and quickly nodded.
“Ah, my master also asked to remind you not to forget that rib bone—bring it along.”
Master Yin’s eyes grew cold, his killing intent barely contained.
But looking at Wang Xuanba’s fearless deanor, he forced the murderous urge down.
After searching his body, he found nothing.
At last, he discovered the rib bone inside the den of a small dog with a human hand for a paw.
Kicking the dog aside, Master Yin signaled that they could leave.
Wang Xuanba flew ahead to guide the way, passing through the formation-concealed entrance to a small world and returning to the Great Qi Dynasty.
The dense spiritual energy of this realm made Immortal Master Yin slightly surprised, but soon his attention was drawn to the towering spire within the Holy Capital City.
He could sense an extrely powerful presence residing within.
Before long, Master Yin stood before Li Ping, the Faceless Holy Emperor.
“Fellow Daoist, what is the aning of luring here with such elaborate effort?”
Master Yin’s expression was far from pleasant.
“Nothing much. I have long admired your talent, that’s all.” Seated high upon the Holy Emperor’s Throne, Li Ping looked down at him and spoke faintly.
“How do you find this thod?”
Before Master Yin could respond, Li Ping lightly tapped his fingers.
A curtain of light unfolded before him.
At first, Master Yin showed little interest, but when his eyes scanned the content within, his expression instantly turned solemn.
The solemn expression on his face instantly turned into shock.
“This…”
He repeatedly examined it several tis before finally raising his gaze toward the clone, Li Ping, with disbelief in his eyes.
“I have heard that you possess a rib bone of great value, sir?” Clone Li Ping did not explain further but instead asked another question.
Elder Yin nodded. “Indeed. It is the bone of the very first cultivator in this world who was infected by the Immortal-Mortal Miasma.”
“May I take a look at it?”
Master Yin hesitated for a mont, but in the end, he still handed it over to Li Ping.
Li Fan held the rib bone in his hand, falling into deep reminiscence.
After a long sigh, his face showed a trace of lancholy and sorrow.
He then returned the bone to Master Yin.
Li Ping’s behavior left Master Yin uneasy and full of doubt.
“You…”
“To see an old friend again, only to find him reduced to such a state. I rely felt so emotion, sir. Please do not take offense.”
Li Ping’s words struck Master Yin’s ears like a thunderclap.
“What? Old friend?”
His eyes were full of disbelief as he stared fixedly at Li Ping.
Li Ping remained calm, his tone low and faint. “Heh… other than , who else in this world still rembers him?”
“The Great Xuanhuang Celestial Venerable… truly a perfect being. Su Bai… Mr. Bai…”
As he spoke, an ethereal figure appeared before Master Yin.
In an instant, the image seized Master Yin’s attention.
The man in the vision was so flawless in appearance that not a single imperfection could be found upon him.
His eyes carried gentleness and affection. Even though the image was illusory, eting his gaze stirred one’s very soul.
Master Yin stared blankly for a long ti.
Then, recalling Li Ping’s words, his body trembled violently as realization dawned. “What did you say? The Great Xuanhuang Celestial Venerable?”
He subconsciously tightened his grip on the rib bone as though struck by lightning.
His eyes went dull, and he muttered under his breath. “To defy the will of Heaven itself… to defy the will of Heaven…”
“The Immortal-Mortal Miasma… Dual Heavenly Sovereigns…”
“How could this be possible?”
…
Master Yin staggered, collapsing helplessly to the ground.
It was as if he had suffered a trendous blow. His entire being seed lost, directionless, and overwheld by despair.
Li Ping waited patiently until Master Yin slowly regained his composure from the shock.
Only then did he speak again, revealing his true intent.
“Before us, The path to immortality lies ahead, yet it cannot be trodden. for the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor stands above.”
“Sir, would you be willing to aid in fulfilling Mr.Bai’s unaccomplished wish—to use the New Foundation thod to shatter the very root of the Immortal Ancestor, and save Xuanhuang from calamity?”
Li Ping descended from the imperial throne, ca before Master Yin, and respectfully helped him up as he spoke solemnly.
Master Yin quickly understood the aning behind Li Ping’s words.
“You an to say… this flawless ‘Foundation Built Upon Oneself thod’ was crafted by him?” Master Yin’s voice trembled slightly.
Li Ping nodded, sighing. “Indeed. Within the entire Xuanhuang Realm, who other than him could possess such talent and insight?”
Master Yin’s heart was shaken even further.
“Yes… yes…” he muttered repeatedly.
Looking once more at the glowing script upon the light screen, Master Yin felt as though he could see through ti itself—his gaze eting Mr. Bai’s across the ages.
“My thoughts and understanding… they actually align with his, despite thousands of years apart?”
“Moreover… he far surpasses in every way…”
…
Li Fan-ping looked at the completely entranced Master Yin and knew that the plan had succeeded.
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