I am a living immortal.

"Su Mu."

Su Mu held Qian Fu's hand. Qian Fu was just like his name, wealthy and well-off. He was wearing a rare and fine silk brocade robe, the smooth surface of which was breathable and comfortable.

You can tell at a glance that the price is expensive.

There is no decoration on the hands, which gives it a low-key feel.

His senior brother, Ruan Chengji, was tall and strong, wearing only ordinary long-sleeved shirts. He always had a faint smile on his face, giving him the air of a teacher, even when fighting.

He is a representative figure who wins people over with virtue. He has both martial virtue and virtue, which is a bit of a contrast.

Overall, they're a very interesting couple.

The three of them didn't talk much, but Qian Fu gave his information to Su Mu and said that if she had any problems, she could contact him as a favor.

Su Mu nodded.

He watched Qian Fu hurriedly pull his senior brother, who was hesitant to speak, away. He probably discovered a new portrait.

The tricks of these two people are very unique, similar to Jia Ma and Shen Xing Qian Li. They run very fast and disappear in front of eyes in the blink of an eye.

The evil ways of the Yan State were very developed.

Perhaps because of a period of turmoil, people were living in poverty and ghosts were rampant, which also led to the booming development of the warlock profession.

It is not only a means of making a living, but also a certain social status.

The more people who know it, the greater the chance of it being passed down.

This is also the reason why Su Mu encounters sorcerers wherever he goes. To a certain extent, these sorcerers are the evil spirits of the human world, and he rarely sees real evil spirits.

Now that the world is at peace, warlocks are doing all sorts of things to survive.

Even someone like Yunlong has a talisman sword in his hand, which is enough to show how powerful the unconventional ways have become.

But after all, most of them have a peak, so searching for immortal traces has become the last straw for warlocks. How could they be willing to die like ordinary people after experiencing all kinds of magical powers?

It is not just a saying that it is hard to find the traces of immortals.

Like the Fuling Sect, would you think that a deer or a fish next to you is an immortal?

Do you think the boy leading the head sheep is an immortal?

Most people don't think so.

This is a blind spot in cognition. All sorcerers will think that those who fly high in the sky and ride on clouds are immortals, but that is just one manifestation of it.

…………

On a small mountain path, wearing a bamboo hat and holding a broken sword, he sat cross-legged on an old goat, walking leisurely. His pace seemed very slow, but he covered a long distance in just a few steps. Su Mu had been walking in the mountains these days.

Look for those natural wonders of the world.

In fact, it is not necessarily a wonder of heaven and earth. After all, such a wonder is rare, so how could Su Mu encounter it? All he needs is a Taoist temple that suits him so that he can better understand the heaven and earth, preferably a high mountain.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, you are closest to the sky.

Su Mu had basically inquired about all the high mountains in Rangzhou.

He set out towards Wending while climbing the mountains.

At this moment, he was on top of a high mountain. Looking around, he saw lush greenery all over the place, and he was the only one on the top of the mountain.

Spring is born.

Feeling the natural world and the surrounding wind, Su Mu was lifted up gently without hesitation.

Sometimes, you don’t recognize the fog when you are in it, and you don’t recognize the flowers when you see them in the fog.

Why did Su Mu need to search for that wonder of heaven and earth?

Isn't that where he is?

"Boom!!" Feeling the spiritual energy in the body erupting vigorously with Su Mu's sudden enlightenment, the mountain seemed to rise infinitely in an instant, as if it was about to touch the edge of the sky.

Sitting cross-legged in the void, the heaven and earth gently wrapped him like a pair of soft hands.

Su Mu, who was wrapped in it, seemed to have become the circulation between the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Endless spiritual energy flowed through his eight extraordinary meridians, and his whole body was being reshaped.

A huge cocoon of spiritual energy wrapped him up.

The moment Su Mu broke through, the heaven and earth shook.

One by one, the immortal masters and the righteous gods and emperors cast their eyes over.

But it surprised them.

They can't see through it.

Layer upon layer of fog obscures the secrets of heaven, circles of spiritual energy block the view, and all one can see through is the other side. They know what exists here, but they cannot see through it, grasp it, or predict it.

It's as if this area doesn't exist.

No, it’s not that it doesn’t exist, but that it has always been there, like the plants, rocks and mountains between heaven and earth, like the rivers and seas, like the omnipresent spiritual energy between heaven and earth, like a part of heaven and earth.

Inside a cave hidden by a large formation.

An old man suddenly woke up from his enlightenment and looked in one direction. Under his feet was a scroll of alchemy, with golden words jumping out and chattering non-stop.

In an instant, the sounds of these words became unified and rose and fell, shaking their heads like babbling children, reading aloud.

"I can't see through it, I can't see it, I don't know anything!"

The old man sitting cross-legged on the alchemy book stroked his beard and said, "Strange, which fellow Taoist has discovered the great Dao again?"

.........

the other side.

In an ancient temple on a green hill, the scent of sandalwood drifts strangely into the sky. This is a small temple, but there is a real Buddha inside.

An old monk kept beating the wooden fish.

"Boom boom boom!"

Several young monks were listening outside the door and were falling asleep.

Suddenly, the sound of the wooden fish stopped, shattering the little monk's dream.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, and the enshrined Buddha statue also opened its eyes at the same time.

But if you look closely, it is not a Buddha statue, but an old monk sitting cross-legged.

“It’s empty.”

After saying this, the sound of wooden fish rang out again.

…………

In the vast heaven, the Lord of Heaven who was sitting in the sky frowned slightly, and then relaxed his brows.

"It's settled, and it's settled. So it's fine."

…………

The one who felt it the most was the Fuling Sect near Rangzhou. At this moment, all the people in the sect were awakened from their travels in the mountains and rivers by the strange fluctuations. They looked in the direction of Su Mu, confused.

Among them was Lin Fu.

With such a commotion, it couldn’t be… him.

Once the thoughts were inspired, they could not be stopped. The more I thought about it, the more possible it became. In the entire Yan Kingdom, there are only a few immortal masters, and they are all counted. I just met one a few days ago. How could there be another one?

There is no mistake. Seeing the confusion of his fellow travelers around him, Lin Fu had an idea.

He wouldn't be the only one who knew.

It is very likely that fate is indeed wonderful.

…………

There are many more...

Su Mu didn't know that his breakthrough was so big that it even spanned several countries and was still spreading.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. Although the construction of the bridge between heaven and earth was extraordinary, when the time came, he would break through. He always believed in letting nature take its course and there was no need to be sneaky. Those who were destined to do so would see it.