Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

With the guidance of Elder Ming, Li Yuan took down the Fu Shang Sword and continued on his way.

He communicated with the Fushang Sword through his consciousness, inquiring about the meaning of the malevolent sword.

The Fushang Sword trembled slightly, its vague spirituality seemingly nodding in agreement.

The malevolent sword has committed countless murders and accumulated heavy karma, making it extremely difficult for it to give birth to a sword spirit.

Throughout the ages, only this shallow level of spirituality has ever been born.

Only the black-clad man at the Demon Suppression Pass was the closest to the form of a sword spirit.

Unfortunately, it was born with a biased mind and too deep an obsession, so it can only be called a 'thought' and cannot be considered a pure sword spirit.

Having received a response from the Fushang Sword, Li Yuan flew straight towards the Ninth Yellow Spring Road ahead.

Along the way, they encountered a snake-headed underworld messenger who, as if anticipating Li Yuan's passing by, smiled and bowed respectfully.

Li Yuan was slightly surprised, but nodded in acknowledgment before leaving.

The snake-headed underworld messenger looked at Li Yuan, watching his figure disappear into the hazy sky.

Then he turned around, looked into the distance, and asked softly:

"Brother Xiaohu, isn't this the immortal you always mention?"

"He's here, why are you hiding?"

A look of confusion flashed across the face of the snake-headed underworld messenger.

If it had any connection with immortals or gods, it would have already tried to curry favor with them and escape this boundless hell.

Even if it's hard to break free, this relationship can help you climb the ladder.

In the distance, a human-shaped figure walks by.

Zhang Xiaohu had a dark complexion and a simple, honest smile.

"not the right time yet."

"If we recognize each other now, my role as a messenger of the underworld will be meaningless."

The snake-headed underworld messenger was somewhat puzzled and did not reply.

"I have to stay here and help him pick someone up..."

"Otherwise, he will be sad."

Zhang Xiaohu gazed in the direction Li Yuan had gone, his eyes filled with remembrance, anticipation, and determination.

The snake-headed underworld messenger's respectful bow was Xiao Hu's apology to Li Yuan.

However, the time is not yet right, and they cannot acknowledge each other.

Li Yuanfei, standing ahead, seemed to feel the same way.

I instinctively looked back, but couldn't see anything.

But a strange feeling arose in my heart.

After a long while, he shook off these feelings and continued flying forward.

After traversing this short stretch of the Road to the Underworld, we soon arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Fellow Daoist, please stop."

On the opposite bank of the river, in the pavilion.

Meng Po's aged figure emerged from the shadows, wearing a kind smile.

Li Yuan, of course, would not cross the Bridge of Helplessness, so he stopped and bowed slightly.

Both sides were very amicable.

After explaining their purpose, Meng Po gave them a few pointers before pointing out the direction.

“The faceless man was on the left bank of the river.”

"Fellow Daoist, follow the riverbank forward. It will be about a hundred miles before you see it."

Li Yuan smiled and cupped his hands in thanks.

After traveling a hundred miles along the Wangchuan River, Li Yuan finally saw a gaunt figure on a riverbank.

The figure stood by the river, slightly bent over, using a willow branch to fish something out of the water.

Every now and then, the willow branches glow, and some almost transparent souls are scooped up. After examining them, the souls shake their heads in disappointment and are casually placed aside.

Li Yuan approached and slowly landed behind the faceless monster.

"This humble god, Anshan Mountain God, has come to pay respects to... um... Brother Wuyan?"

This faceless monster was unknown to everyone; they simply called him that.

But it's not appropriate to call someone a weirdo to their face.

Laughter emanated from the scales in his arms:

Tianyao couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother, don't be so funny, you're getting all high and mighty!"

Li Yuan ignored it and focused on the faceless monster's movements.

On the riverbank, the gaunt, faceless man slowly turned his head.

Just as the rumors say, it has no facial features and its face is unrecognizable.

However, although the faceless monster had no face, Li Yuan could feel a cold gaze fixed upon him.

After scrutinizing Li Yuan for a while, the faceless monster stretched out a hand.

Pale and slender, with a breathtaking beauty.

They were silent, yet seemed to be asking for something.

Li Yuan cupped his hands in greeting:

“I know your manners.”

"However, I cannot offer a living soul as collateral."

"With someone's guidance, perhaps I can lend you this sword for a look."

He handed over the Fushang Sword.

These ancient, malevolent swords have all recognized a master.

No one other than those recognized by the ancient sword can draw it, so there's no fear of it being taken away.

The faceless monster tilted its head slightly, as if in confusion.

Then, he reached out and took the Fushang Sword.

With a whoosh, it was pulled out of its scabbard.

The sword blade was crimson, as if it were ready to slaughter the world at any moment.

Li Yuan secretly raised an eyebrow.

Isn't this Fushang sword blade dark black?

Why did it turn red?

Seeing Li Yuan's bewildered expression, the Heavenly Demon secretly explained it to him.

Li Yuan finally understood.

The strange man gripped the Fushang Sword. Though he didn't speak, his limbs trembled slightly, indicating some excitement.

Then, he actually waved at Li Yuan.

That seemed to mean: state your purpose.

Li Yuan cupped his hands in greeting:

"I would like to inquire about the Qilin."

"Your Excellency has been retrieving lost souls from the River of Oblivion for hundreds of thousands of years. It seems you know quite a lot."

The soul that wanted to save the Qilin was also retrieved by the faceless monster.

This person is considered an 'insider' and likely knows many clues.

Upon hearing this, the faceless monster tilted its head, and its otherwise flat face inexplicably exuded a sense of dread.

It pointed at Li Yuan and gestured a few times.

It's as if it's asking: Are you sure you want to get involved with the Qilin?

Li Yuan nodded: "Please tell me."

The faceless monster thought for a moment, then gently tapped with its slender fingers.

A beam of light flew toward Li Yuan's forehead.

Li Yuan was on guard instinctively, but then relaxed.

The fluorescence is not harmful; it simply contains some kind of information.

The fluorescent light flew into Li Yuan's forehead and transformed into a pattern.

Li Yuan seemed to understand, but not quite. He quickly used his divine sense to transcribe the image and transmitted it to the Heavenly Demon, asking it to decipher it.

The Heavenly Demon was greatly shocked, as if he had seen some extraordinary information, and buried himself in comprehending it.

While Li Yuan was in a daze, the faceless monster gripped the Fu Shang Sword and plunged the tip of the sword into the River of Oblivion.

The Fushang Sword trembled, emitting boundless malevolent energy that enveloped the surroundings, as if it had traveled back to the beginning of time.

The River of Oblivion surged forth, carrying countless souls who howled and pleaded endlessly.

A flash of sword light rose from the depths of the River of Oblivion, carrying a murderous intent that could pierce through everything.

Vibrant and clear, the sword energy is like a rainbow.

As if he had obtained some clue, the faceless monster threw the Fushang Sword back to Li Yuan.

He strode away, following the direction of the sword energy.

The Heavenly Demon also came to his senses at this moment, and just then he sensed the bright red sword energy.

"The famous Prison-Suppressing Sword has sunk to the bottom of the River of Oblivion."

"That's a pity."

The Heavenly Demon sighed, then said to Li Yuan:

"I already know the clues about the Qilin."

"The banks of the River of Oblivion are filled with strange ears; this is not the place to talk. Quickly return to Fengdu City."

Li Yuan nodded, watching the faceless monster walk further and further away along the riverbank, shook his head slightly, and turned to leave.