My apprentice is a little weird?

"Die!"

He looked like a madman, without any trace of his immortal composure.

With his roar, the entire underground palace came alive.

Above the blood-red sky, countless thunders intertwined into a web, each containing the black flame of the law of annihilation.

The ground cracked, and thousands of ghosts roamed at night. Their shrill howls turned into tangible sound waves, enough to tear the soul apart.

The whole world was responding to his anger, and all the forces were crushing towards that only pure land.

Jiang Yan was standing in the center of this earth-shattering scene.

He did not move, but just took a step forward, Feng Xu stepped into the air, and walked towards Li Muran on the platform, step by step.

Those terrifying attacks that were enough to wipe out ordinary cultivators thousands of times dissipated like phantoms when they touched the area within a hundred feet around him, without even causing a ripple.

Within a hundred feet, wild flowers are in full bloom and the grass is green.

A hundred feet away, in the ghost den and purgatory, doomsday is approaching.

The madness and ferocity on Li Muran's face faded rapidly with every step Jiang Yan took closer, and was replaced by an incomprehensible fear.

He watched Jiang Yan stroll through the "world" that he was proud of and come to the bottom of the platform.

That calmness and composure were the greatest mockery of all his plans and ambitions over the past three hundred years.

"why why!"

Li Muran subconsciously wanted to stand up from the throne, mobilize stronger strength, and completely crush the hateful guy in front of him.

But the next moment, the fear on his face turned into extreme horror.

He couldn't move.

The throne that once gave him supreme power was now like an inescapable cage, nailing him to the spot.

An invisible force was surging out from the throne, madly imprisoning him and even draining away his strength.

"Do not……"

As Jiang Yan stepped onto the last step and came in front of him, Li Muran felt that his connection with this world was being cut off bit by bit.

The laws he controls are collapsing, and the power he mobilizes is dissipating.

In the end, the aura of a "true immortal" that looked down on the world on him completely deflated like a leaking bag, and he collapsed on the throne, becoming a mortal who had lost all his strength.

His eyes were dull and empty.

"Why……"

He spoke hesitantly, his voice hoarse and filled with the dejection of a defeated dog.

A trace of pity flashed across Jiang Yan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He said calmly, "History always moves forward, and so do the ancient monks. Discover nature, utilize nature, and study nature."

"Unfortunately, you stopped at the second step and failed to fully understand what your so-called 'Heavenly Root' is."

Li Muran raised his head blankly, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

"Could it be that... Could it be that you already know?"

A sickly light flashed in his eyes again as he stared at Jiang Yan, taking it for granted that the man in front of him would tell him everything.

He will save himself just as he saved those sacrifices.

Jiang Yan looked at him and the expression on his face suddenly became "kind".

"What others say is ultimately not as real as what you feel."

As soon as he finished speaking, in Jiang Yan's eyes, the yin and yang energies rotated, and a Taoist rhyme of emptiness and nothingness and another Taoist rhyme of thoughts turning into reality burst out at the same time.

Having and not having complement each other.

Double vision in the mind.

The two magical powers and Taoist principles were fully exerted on Li Muran.

In an instant, Li Muran's body began to tremble violently. He felt that he was "melting", merging with the throne under him, the entire palace, and the invisible "root of heaven".

His vision was infinitely high and infinitely low.

He "saw" it.

Saw the true appearance of "Tian Gen".

That was not a source of power at all, but an unimaginably huge valve, a loophole!

It is connected to the avenue of heaven and earth, yet independent of the outside world.

There are many valves like this one, and this one has already withered and collapsed, but even in its incomplete state, it is still so great.

For endless years, all living beings in the world - mortals, cultivators, demons, plant spirits... all their emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, greed, hatred, ignorance and resentment, like endless rivers, eventually flowed into this valve.

This is the place where emotions return and the source of desire.

It represents the heaven and earth, bearing the huge impact that is enough to make the way of heaven "age".

This is the true nature of the "Heavenly Root"! This is the "Desire-Barrier Heavenly Root"!

Li Muran was ecstatic at first, thinking that he had glimpsed the ultimate secret and was about to become a god who truly controlled the emotions of heaven and earth.

But the next second, the torrent formed by the endless emotions of all living beings poured down through the connection between him and the Heavenly Root without reservation!

It penetrated his soul!

"No! No! This is not what I want! This is not what I want!"

Li Muran let out a silent roar that came from the deepest part of his soul.

He felt the grief of a farmer who lost his beloved son, the tyranny of an emperor who was suspicious of his subjects, the sweetness of a young girl's first love, and the delight of a demon who slaughtered millions...

Thousands of lives, billions of completely different yet equally real emotions, exploded simultaneously in his soul.

Li Muran's consciousness was torn into countless pieces, and each piece was bearing an extreme emotion.

He is not dead.

He simply became a part of the world, a part of all living things, and a part of the spirituality outside the palace that was so rich that it contained a deadly poison.

But at the level of the living being "Li Muran", he is dead.

But on the level of heaven and earth, he is immortal and will always bear this impact.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath and looked at the "thing" in front of him that had completely merged with the throne, leaving only the outline of a distorted human face, and slowly withdrew his hand.

At this moment, the throne returned to its original appearance.

It was emitting a fatal temptation to him.

There was a stunning beauty waving at him, promising to have fun every night.

The Supreme God Emperor made a promise to him that he would share the power of heaven and earth with him.

There are also supreme Taoist methods that can break through to the level of True Immortal, which seem to be within reach.

Jiang Yan remained expressionless throughout this.

joke.

I can get these things even if I'm just a gigolo!

How could I be tempted by this illusion!

Then the scene changed, and the light and shadow in the throne changed, and a beautiful figure walked out.

Her eyes were as gentle as jade, and she had a petite figure. She was walking towards him step by step, looking up at Jiang Yan, with pure trust and attachment on her face, so pure without a trace of impurities.

It was Shen Ming.

She gently snuggled into Jiang Yan's arms, nuzzled him obediently, and said in a soft voice, "Master, Ming'er misses you so much."

Jiang Yan's breathing suddenly stopped.

Who can stand this!

But he was only intoxicated for half a second, and the confusion in his eyes turned into understanding.

The next moment, he attacked fiercely, his five fingers forming claws, without any mercy, he grabbed the fair neck of "Shen Ming".

In the other party's astonished eyes, Jiang Yan clenched his other hand into a fist and started beating that beautiful face madly.

boom! boom! boom!

The punches hit the flesh without mercy, and the beating was so satisfying.

"Shen Ming"'s figure began to disintegrate, his bruised face was full of disbelief, and finally turned into an extremely resentful look, and he dissipated unwillingly in the air.

Jiang Yan shook his hands, and his expression entered a sage moment with neither sadness nor joy.

"Shen Ming is so well-behaved, it turns out she only appears in my imagination."

"But it feels really good to hit him."

The dust has settled and the illusion has been dispelled.

As "Shen Ming" dissipated, the doomsday scene of the sky collapsing and the earth cracking around him receded like a tide, the bloody sky and the howling of thousands of ghosts disappeared, and the appearance of the dead palace was restored.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu just woke up from their dream at this moment, collapsed to the ground, their whole bodies still shaking uncontrollably.

The devastating scene just now, the pressure that was enough to crush the soul, was too real, and they are still frightened.

"Senior...Senior...was that just now...true or false?" Su Xiaoli's voice trembled, and her eyes were full of confusion after surviving a disaster.

Jiang Yan looked at the throne that had returned to its ordinary appearance. "To you, fake things can become real. But to something of the same standard, it will break with a single poke."

He had no intention of explaining further, so he turned around and walked back out of the palace.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu looked at each other and saw the same shock and awe in each other's eyes. They quickly struggled to get up and followed.

When they walked out of the hall, the scene outside made their hearts tighten again.

On the endless white jade pillars, all the imprisoned monks regained their composure, no longer struggling or roaring. Tens of thousands of eyes, now freed from despair and pain, stared silently and intently at Jiang Yan as he slowly walked out.

In the deathly silence, this scene that attracted everyone's attention carried an indescribable strange oppression.

But Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu were no longer panicked, because their eyes were fixed on the calm figure in front.

They believe Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan did not stop and calmly accepted everyone's gaze.

Just as he walked past the last jade pillar, the tens of thousands of monks behind him suddenly broke free from the constraints of the stone pillars. Without saying a word, they bowed deeply towards Jiang Yan's back.

The movements were uniform and carried a solemnity that came from the soul.

Jiang Yan accepted it calmly.

After a bow, the figures of those monks began to disintegrate little by little, turning into a sky full of luminous light, like fireflies on a summer night, floating in this underground space.

A small part of the spiritual light gathered into a warm current and flew into Jiang Yan's palm.

Su Xiaoli looked at this scene, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

She wanted to ask, since the senior could save them, why didn't he...

Jiang Yan seemed to have noticed her dilemma. He didn't turn around, but spoke calmly.

"They have long since merged with this place. Their souls are incomplete, their bodies no longer exist, and they cannot be saved."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that they are still saluting me. In reality, they don't know what this means. This is just the remaining spirit of theirs making a final choice, expressing their final gratitude to the one who helped them escape."

Jiang Yan paused and added, "And your two brothers have only been trapped here for a short time, so their spirits are still there, so they can still be rescued."

When Su Xiaoli heard this, her eyes turned red and she nodded heavily.

Although she still felt lost for her fellow disciples, she also understood that this was the best possible outcome. She quickly stepped forward to tend to the two brothers who had just been rescued and were still unconscious.

At this moment, Bao Jie's anxious voice echoed wildly in Jiang Yan's heart.

"Quick! Let me out! I want to wander in that ocean of spirits! Hurry! There are so many spirits! It's overflowing!"

Jiang Yan calmed the restless Bao Jie in his heart: "Don't worry, there is a high possibility that the spirit is strange."

He recalled the moment of his enlightenment and said in a deep voice:

"Although I have accumulated a lot of knowledge, I'm not going to achieve enlightenment overnight and directly ascend to a Half-Step True Immortal. That realization was too sudden and intense to be considered an inspiration."

"Just the slightest bit of spirituality that seeps out from this 'Heavenly Root' has given me such a profound understanding. Combined with the unspoken secret of this 'Heavenly Root', I speculate that this rich sea of spirituality most likely originates from the Heavenly Dao itself."

"The world is not perfect, and the way of heaven also has problems"

Baojie didn't take it seriously, but instead shouted as if it was a matter of course:

"That's even better! This treasure is a spiritual treasure from heaven and earth, derived from the spirituality of the way of heaven. For me, it is a tonic, just right for repairing myself!"

Jiang Yan tried to persuade her again.

"This world isn't complete; even something like the 'Desire-Barrier Heavenly Root' has appeared. Do you still dare to use this spiritual energy, seemingly leaking from a flaw in the Heavenly Dao, to repair yourself? Aren't you afraid of causing problems yourself?"

Baojie felt aggrieved immediately and rolled around in the magic gourd, looking like she was ready to throw away everything.

Jiang Yan was helpless and hurried to comfort her, spreading out his palms to reveal the handful of warm spiritual light he had just collected.

"Alright, alright, it's not like we didn't gain anything. Look, this is the spiritual power that those monks voluntarily gave to me before they left. It's pure and flawless, without any impurities. It's perfect for you."

Baojie poked her little head out of the gourd, looked at the ball of spiritual light, snorted, pouted her little mouth, but still opened it and sucked it in.

She smacked her lips, raised her head and said, "You owe me this!"

Jiang Yan comforted Bao Jie, and took Su Xiaoli, Ling Yu, Yin Li, as well as the unconscious Qingxuan and Shen Yanqiu, and left the ruined palace.

Following the path they came from, they soon returned to the cliff.

Jiang Yan turned around and stood in front of the cliff with his eyes slightly closed.

The next moment, the Dao rhythm flowed around him.

The magical power of "mind and matter are one with dust" has been stimulated to the extreme.

He stretched out his finger and swiped it across the stone wall in front of him.

There was no earth-shaking sound, nor any dazzling light.

The hard stone wall, however, seemed to have life and began to wriggle and fuse on its own.

The texture of the rocks twisted and intertwined, eventually turning into chaos, with no trace of any gaps left.

Jiang Yan even twisted the entire cliff and underground palace, turning it from "a stone wall with an entrance" into "an entire indivisible mountain."

After doing all this, he led everyone towards the cave where they originally lived.

But along the way, the entire Qinglan Gate was empty.

Whether it was the martial arts training ground, the alchemy room, or the disciples' residence, everything was eerily quiet, as if everyone had disappeared out of thin air.

An ominous premonition hung over everyone's heart.

At this moment, a stern shout filled with supreme majesty came from outside the Qinglan Gate. The sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky.

"The members of the Qinglan Sect have committed treason and are guilty of unforgivable crimes!"

"I am here by the Emperor's order to punish the thief!"