Not only the past but also the future.
His Dao gradually deepened, and he finally found Zhao Changsheng, yet he was still manipulated by the latter’s sches, dying in frustration...
In pursuit of power, he began cultivating the "Eternal Immortal Vault," quickly becoming a generation’s demon lord, releasing seventy-two demon lords, triggering chaos across the world, kingdoms stained with blood, and dying in madness amid heavenly thunder...
These experiences tornted him ti and again.
Finally, Li Yan gained enlightennt in his heart.
The mistakes of the past and worries of the future were all inner demons.
He no longer thought about those uncontrollable matters, only looked back on the past to summarize experiences, focused on the present, and fully felt himself.
Not knowing how much ti had passed, all illusions disappeared.
Li Yan was silent for a mont, bowed slightly, and quickly left.
Though being trapped in the Illusion Realm here delayed a lot of ti, it tempered his spirit. It was uncertain if this was good or bad.
Thick fog surrounded the area, murky and dim, making it impossible to perceive ti. This was a feature of the array illusion technique, but now it felt simple.
Li Yan took out his pocket watch for a look and was suddenly startled.
In the blink of an eye, it was already the hour of the Ox.
And the upcoming trials were even more diverse.
The blocker ahead was the Bull King Temple, which worshiped not the ox-headed horse-faced guardians but the Bull God.
The Ba Shu people had deep feelings for the bull, saying "Those who gave birth to are my parents, those who raised are the bulls," and every year on the first of October, they held the "Bull King Festival" for worship, with a scene of great excitent.
Outside the Bull King Temple, the scent of incense transford into a herd of bulls galloping, and the sound of "Hao Cao Luo Gu" from the Shu region could be heard.
Li Yan was anxious, directly gripping the Divine Tiger Token, casting the "North Emperor Protection Spell," with the sound of tiger roars dispersing the surrounding incense mist...
Next ca the God of Wealth Temple, Three Officials Hall, and Ten Kings Hall.
The God of Wealth Temple captivated with nurous visions...
Within the Three Officials Hall, three forms of incense smoke transford into phantoms to entangle him, with the Heavenly Official’s blessing, Earth Official’s pardon of sins, and Water Official’s relief of calamities, three distinct forces that forced him to expend another thunderbolt...
At the Ten Kings Hall, it was even more miserable.
According to Mystical Sect legends, the Ten Hall Yama were under the command of the North Yin Fengdu Emperor, ostensibly allies.
But these "allies" seed even more severe.
King Qinguang managed the Book of Life and Death, stripping him of his physical body in an instant, then being cast into the Living Hell by King Chujiang, facing rounds of tortures like iron beds, steel forks, sword leaves, plowing...
Here, he seed to lose the power to resist, barely surviving one round only to be thrown into the Black Rope Hell once more...
Thus, through round after round of torture, Li Yan’s spirit nearly collapsed, though luckily, the Daluo Dharma Body could alleviate the Divine Soul’s wounds.
Even so, after passing through the Ten Kings, he was weak in the limbs, his vision darkened, almost collapsing to the ground.
Of course, there was a benefit.
His cultivation speed was too fast, and the repeated tortures seed to strip away all the impurities from his Divine Soul, making his foundation more solid.
Of course, Li Yan wouldn’t feel even a bit grateful.
His face was gloomy, touching the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag in his bosom, vaguely guessing sothing, and gritted his teeth to continue forward.
Crossing the Naihe Bridge and the Blood River Hall, there was another round of trials, with the thick blood Qi converging into a Yellow Springs, seeming like countless yin souls were howling, tempting him to jump in.
Behind him, voices of those close to him kept coming.
Wang Daoxuan, Sha Lifei, and Lv San called for help...
His grandfather lanted the tornt he endured in hell...
Li Yan turned a deaf ear, applying the North Emperor Protection Spell, hastening his pace.
And the remaining Queen Mother, Jade Emperor, Star Lord Palace, all had their doors tightly closed, until the last Emperor’s Hall.
Emperor’s Hall also worshiped the North Yin Fengdu Emperor.
Li Yan stepped in with no change, he slightly frowned, respectfully burned three sticks of incense, then turned and left.
At this mont, the sky was slightly bright.
The surrounding dense fog was also slightly thinning, but it was dim and hazy, making the Wangxiang Platform ahead look even more eerie.
According to legend, the Wangxiang Platform was the starting point of reincarnation. Here, wandering ghosts could take one last look at their hotown and loved ones before stepping into reincarnation and severing all ties with their past life.
Stepping onto the Wangxiang Platform, Li Yan couldn’t help but turn back.
Only to see the thick fog behind rapidly dissipating, mountain monks ringing the bell, the whole famous mountain seed to transform from the Netherworld back into the Mortal World.
Finally passed!
As long as he got past the Wangxiang Platform, there would be people from the Yellow Springs Organization to et him.
Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but as he turned around, he suddenly felt a chill, drawing out the Duan Chen Blade with a clang.
Only to see a figure had appeared on the Wangxiang Platform at so unknown ti, indistinctly dressed in a Han outfit resembling a Daoist robe, with a bronze high cap on their head, back facing him.
In the mist, an old voice echoed in his ear:
"Only I, hair bound, in youth cherished virtue, abandoned ho to follow master, road east, west, south, and north, amidst the Five Impurities...beside famous mountains, cold without ti for clothing, hungry without ti for food, longing not daring to return, weary not daring to rest..."
This is Yin Changsheng!
Li Yan was stunned, feeling incredulous.
Yin Changsheng left behind several poems, and this is one of them, describing his process of cultivation, which Li Yan had already morized from his research.
But as he listened, he realized sothing was amiss.
The beginning of the poem was similar to the records in the "Immortal Chronicles", but the latter part was completely different, describing the process of becoming a living Yin ssenger.
The other party’s living Yin ssenger was more ancient, once known as the Taishan Yellow-clothed Traveler, with the ans to travel through Yin.
Capable of passing through the Mount Tai Ghost Gate, moving between Yin and Yang.
Between celestial beings, communication was impossible, causing many who walked through Yin to forget their experiences upon waking.
Yet Yin Changsheng possessed a secret treasure, allowing him to rember what he saw and heard after waking, learning advanced spells based on the ssages he received and avoiding calamities.
And finally, it spoke of the Great Dharma Realm secret!
Li Yan’s heart trembled, unable to resist stepping forward.
In the Gui Guzi’s Scripture Collection Forest, on the central stone tablet, he first saw the na "Daluo Law Realm",
this is the greatest secret between heaven and earth.
And his Daluo Dharma Body could very well be related to it!
Unexpectedly, he heard it again from Yin Changsheng.
However, when he tried to listen closely, Yin Changsheng’s phantom seed to be interfered with by so force, becoming blurry and the voice intermittent, "Dharma realm...Heavenly Court...Divine Astral...worldly incense..."
Poof!
Finally, Yin Changsheng’s phantom completely dissipated.
Simultaneously, an object clattered as it fell to the ground.
Li Yan looked down to see that it was two jade carvings, engraved with cloud thunder patterns representing heaven, and five elents patterns representing earth, with grooves therein.
The jade resembled white jade, crafted with an antique simplicity, from an unknown era, perated with a familiar scent.
This sll...
Li Yan furrowed his brow, took out the Hook Paper from his bosom, and clicked twice, precisely embedding the two jade stones into the upper and lower ends.
Whoosh~
The surrounding yin wind stirred, as if a voice was sighing.
Li Yan, feeling suspicious, glanced behind him.
Yet the entire famous mountain had returned to normal, with a Daoist erging from a small house beside the Emperor’s Hall, yawning, and upon seeing him, exclaid, "Stop, where did you co from, little thief?"
Li Yan ignored him, releasing hidden energy beneath his feet, seeming to shrink the ground to an inch, disappearing from Wangxiang Platform in a flash.
The Daoist swallowed, hurried into the Emperor’s Hall to offer incense, muttering prayers, seeking the Emperor’s protection to dispel evil spirits.
On the other side, Li Yan sped quickly away.
He vaguely sensed that the function of the Hook Paper must have changed, but for now, it was best to et with the man in the black robe, lest the whole night’s effort went in vain, only to be told by him that it was not completed.
Arriving outside the Shangguan Palace, a Daoist was waiting outside.
Seeing Li Yan, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he perford a Daoist salute, "It seems Daoist Li has passed, I was just about to go fetch you."
The voice was clear, not the person from last night.
Moreover, he was a common Daoist, likely on the periphery of the Yellow Springs Organization.
"By chance."
Li Yan slightly cupped his hand, "Last night’s one..."
"Had already descended the mountain at midnight."
The Daoist shook his head, "A fierce demon infiltrated Fengdu City, the people on the docked boat were all killed, even Bai Kui and his grandson nearly suffered."
"They have gone down to handle it, leaving here to wait for you."
"Oh?"
Li Yan was a bit surprised, "What demon dares to wreak havoc here?"
"This humble Daoist doesn’t know either."
Since Li Yan could not find anything out from him, he went down the mountain via the back, detouring to the riverside.
Sure enough, the small boat of Bai Kui and his grandson was not waiting.
Fortunately, there were already early-risers ascending the mountain for incense, and Li Yan called for a ferry to take him back to Fengdu Wharf.
As soon as he got off the boat, he sniffed the air, his expression turning grim.
He slled a familiar scent,
the very scent from the demon’s curse in the cave beneath Goddess Peak...
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