Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

Mountains and rivers are like bubbles, heaven and earth are like mirages.

If you ask where love begins, it has no beginning and no end.

Looking out over Liangshan, Li Yuan's figure slowly came to a stop amidst the clouds.

He gazed silently at the sky, his eyes deep and his calm expression seemingly questioning the heavens, or perhaps reaffirming his conviction.

Li Yuan did not go directly to Liangshan, but instead first arrived at the capital of Liang Kingdom at the foot of Liangshan.

Lift the broken walls and sweep away the dust and grime.

Li Yuan concealed himself, his immortal light emanating from him, healing the displaced and wounded people as he walked through the streets ravaged by demons, step by step, toward the former location of the Shen family mansion of Liang Kingdom.

Some spirit beasts are highly intelligent and silently guard the corners of the streets to prevent the people from being targeted by demons.

Sensing Li Yuan's arrival, they all bowed and lowered their heads to show their respect for the Anshan Mountain God.

Li Yuan responded by healing some of their hidden injuries before continuing on his way.

The once bustling Shen residence now appears quite desolate.

No one sweeps the withered leaves in front of the door; bloodstains stain the red walls and green tiles.

After the demonic attack, the Shen family had long since moved away from the capital of Liang Kingdom and sought refuge in the direction of Anshan.

Upon seeing the tightly closed gates of the Shen residence, Li Yuan moved slightly, his figure swaying as he moved from outside the street into the Shen residence.

The ancestral hall on the side of the Shen family housed the memorial tablets of their ancestors. Perhaps due to the impending disaster, the people of the Shen family were in a hurry to escape and did not have time to take them away, so they could only leave them in the ancestral hall.

The latest batch of memorial tablets prominently features the names of the Shen family head and his wife.

These two passed away more than ten years ago, dying of old age and illness, which can be considered a peaceful death.

After the death of the head of the family and his wife, the Shen family had no male heirs, so the collateral branch took over. They happened to be caught in the chaos of war, and from then on, they never recovered and became one of the many refugees among the masses.

At the very edge of the ancestral hall, Li Yuan also saw Shen Xuanxi's name. It was secretly placed there later by someone, and the material was somewhat crude, as if it was erected by a loyal servant when no one paid attention to it.

Li Yuan entered the ancestral hall, picked up the memorial tablet inscribed with Shen Xuanxi's name, and sure enough, saw a line of delicate characters behind the tablet.

[The daughter of the Shen family, Xuan Xi's slave sister, Aling Teli.]

The handwriting was somewhat messy, as if the writer was worried about some urgent matter, but insisted on finishing the task before leaving.

Li Yuan stroked the memorial tablet calmly, saying nothing, but silently placed it back in its original position, then turned and walked towards the main hall of the Shen residence.

The hall was somewhat messy, as if a looting had occurred. Things were overturned on the floor, and many tables and chairs were broken and lying on the ground. Their precious materials spoke of the mansion's former glory.

After passing through the lobby, Li Yuan headed towards Shen Xuanxi's former residence.

Pushing open the wooden door of the side room, a somewhat simple room appeared before Li Yuan.

He paced around the room for a moment, and as he turned his head, his consciousness inadvertently caught sight of some writing on the dressing table.

The handwriting was somewhat blurry, as if someone had painstakingly carved it with a wooden comb many years ago.

Li Yuan, who had been calm, took a slight breath as he looked at the writing, his brows furrowing slightly, his expression complex.

I met someone I really liked; I regret not staying with them.

Once upon a time, a gentle mortal woman, within this room, day after day, year after year, with a longing that could not be spoken to outsiders, etched these brief words that were enough to shake Li Yuan's Dao heart.

She knew that Li Yuan had made a false promise, but she could never forget the figure in the bamboo forest.

The years spent together in the bamboo forest were enough to stay with her for a lifetime, and even after the calamity had subsided, she was still moved by it.

Shen Xuanxi knew her place. She understood the difference between immortals and mortals and would not block Li Yuan's path or get entangled in this personal relationship. She simply prayed silently for Li Yuan, hoping that he would live a long and peaceful life.

Starlight and fireflies are like the difference between heaven and earth, unattainable yet irresistibly alluring.

As Li Yuan ran his fingers over the words, he seemed to see a gentle yet sorrowful woman sitting alone in front of her dressing table, utterly forlorn.

......

On Liangshan Mountain, refugees set up camp, and mythical beasts roamed about.

Since the chaos began, many things have changed. Only by gathering in the territory where the mountain and river gods reside can people avoid being targeted by wandering demons and evil people.

However, no matter how large the main mountain of Liangshan was, it could not accommodate thousands of people. Many innocent people who suffered misfortune could only climb to the foot of the mountain and beg for the favor of the gods.

The spirit beasts of Liangshan have been busy for a long time, and the mountain god of Liangshan has been leading people to quell the rebellion everywhere, doing his best to rescue the people below the mountain while ensuring the safety of the mountain.

Li Yuan ascended the mountain, and his divine light shone upon all living things in the mountain, soothing their wounds and relieving their suffering.

The people could not see Li Yuan's figure, but they knew that an immortal had intervened. They wept bitterly, kowtowed towards the mountain, and were filled with piety, awe, and gratitude.

"Oh, merciful gods and immortals, when will this chaotic world end...?"

On the way up the mountain, an old man who had lost all his relatives and was nearing the end of his life seemed to briefly break through the boundary between life and death. His cloudy old eyes actually saw Li Yuan's figure, and he couldn't help but tremble and kneel down with tears streaming down his face.

Li Yuan bent down and silently helped the old man up, his eyes filled with pity and helplessness.

"Sorry, I don't know either..."

On the journey ahead, endless suffering filled the land, and the world was a scene of devastation. The cries and prayers filled with misery gave Li Yuan an urge to immediately awaken the remnant body of the Human Emperor and sweep away the three realms.

But he knew it wasn't the right time yet; using his trump card too early would only allow some of the behind-the-scenes figures to hide even deeper.

Including the summons from Xuanyuan Jun's personal return, Li Yuan can only use two methods to reverse dire situations in total, so he must use them with caution.

Upon reaching the summit, a giant, heavily wounded wild boar approached with an air of utmost respect.

When Li Yuan was in charge of looking after the mountain for the Liangshan Mountain God, it was this creature that managed the trivial matters in the mountain and liaised with Li Yuan.

"Mountain God of Anshan, my mountain god has gone out to subdue demons and has not yet returned..."

"The soul of that mortal woman, like the souls of others, had long been called by the cycle of reincarnation, but without a guide to escort her, she was afraid she would not be able to reach the underworld safely. She wandered in the mountains, as if... in a daze, she went to that bamboo forest."

The wild boar was quite intelligent and had a high level of understanding of human nature. It also deeply remembered the kindness of Li Yuan, who had taught it for many years.

Li Yuan nodded, looked at the wounds on the wild boar, and took out a large number of spiritual herbs and immortal medicine leaves.

"These are turbulent times, and you've all suffered greatly. Take these medicines to treat your companions and save their lives, and also share some with the wounded and sick people in the mountains..."

The wild boar bowed its head in agreement, respectfully accepted the gift, and hurriedly departed.

Throughout Liangshan, not only Shen Xuanxi's soul was wandering, but countless other souls were also lingering. Because no one was there to guide them, they instinctively stayed near their loved ones or in places they held dear in their hearts.

With the protection of the mountain god of Liangshan, they were spared from being scorched by the blazing sun and scattered by the human energy.

However, humans and ghosts are on different paths. If the souls of the dead stay with their relatives and friends in the mortal world, the yin energy will only make the living weaker.

Li Yuan made a hand seal, summoning all the nearby dead souls to gather at the mountaintop, promising to send them to the underworld for reincarnation.