Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

The Nine Provinces of the World

Southern border of Yangzhou

Deep in Yinshan

Guimen Pass

This place is treacherous, teeming with miasma and demons that lurk by day and emerge at night. Ordinary people who stray into it rarely return.

Moreover, the area is perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, making it difficult to distinguish between day and night. The realms of Yin and Yang are blurred and indistinct here. Therefore, there is a popular saying that this place is the boundary between the world of the living and the world of the dead, and that stepping through this pass is a direct path to the Yellow Springs. Hence, it is also known as the "Gate of Ghosts".

At this moment, deep within Guimen Pass, lies a hidden place unknown to outsiders.

This place seems to exist in the gap between Yin and Yang, between the sun and the moon, neither day nor night, neither Yin nor Yang, only the light of twilight.

The surrounding walls were neither brick nor stone, but rather dark red flesh that slowly writhed and emitted a pungent, putrid, and malevolent aura. Twisted, resentful faces would occasionally appear and wail on the walls.

However, under the illumination of more than a thousand lamps in the surrounding area, the incense and prayers, along with the resentment of flesh and blood, were quietly tempered by the earth's veins, transforming into specks of pure spiritual energy that drifted toward the center of the secret chamber.

There, dozens of long-dormant bodies, enveloped in dark red, flesh-like fungi called "Tai Sui," were slowly absorbing spiritual energy.

However, at the very moment Fang Chen's bloodline awakened—

Inside the sealed room, all the sleeping bodies suddenly opened their eyes!

"The fourth descendant of Yama... has finally awakened."

His hoarse voice, barely concealing his excitement, echoed softly between the flesh and blood.

The next instant, figures rose up from the Tai Sui that enveloped them.

Their figures appeared somewhat ethereal, with a bright, clear light hanging behind each of their heads, and their bodies radiating yang energy and vitality... These were the Yin spirits that had left their bodies, having survived the tribulations of wind and fire, and could travel thousands of miles in daylight as day-traveling immortals!

With such cultivation, one could easily establish a sect or school in any prefecture outside the city. Yet here, there are dozens of such individuals!

"Two hundred years! A full two hundred years!" An old man, emaciated and with a look of madness, cried out, "My Fang family has exhausted two hundred years of good fortune, and finally, we've waited for this day!"

"Excellent!" another pale-faced middle-aged Yin spirit chimed in, his expression fanatical. "As long as our clan perishes in this calamity, we can use this newly born Yama bloodline to conceal our destiny and temporarily escape the constraints of karma and fate in this world. At that time, even a mortal body can confuse the laws of heaven and earth, thereby... sneaking into the underworld and directly entering the netherworld!"

"We must not be careless!" another, more composed Yin spirit warned. "There are countless talented and extraordinary people in the world. The three great dynasties, the three sacred mountains, various demonic cultivators, and wandering immortals from overseas... none of them are easy to deal with. We must not let them discover us at this time and ruin our clan's century-long plan."

"Rest assured, a great calamity is imminent, and all eyes are on the two primordial spirit positions of [Ketu] and [Yinghuo], which are about to manifest. Our actions are secretive, and we have escaped the lock of heavenly secrets through a secret method, so we will surely remain undetected by outsiders!"

"The extraordinary forces in our clan's prefecture must be thoroughly investigated again to avoid affecting our grand plan!"

The spirits of the underworld conversed, and their words subtly revealed that the Fang family, at the cost of the nobles' fortunes, was plotting a grand scheme spanning two hundred years. Their ultimate goal was the very core of heaven and earth, the place where all beings find their final resting place, where ghosts and spirits dwell, and where the cycle of life and death resides.

The Underworld!

At this moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted. Like a mirage, bizarre and fantastical. Like a fleeting glimpse, gone in an instant.

The expressions of the assembled Daoist masters turned solemn. Without uttering a word, they all bowed deeply into the shadowy depths of the secret chamber.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

Before the words were finished, two figures stepped out from the depths of the darkness.

The woman on the left wore a scarlet wedding gown, as red as blood, but the cut was in the style of an ancient dynasty. Her skin was as pale as a corpse, without a trace of blood. The contrast between red and white gave her an eerie and strange beauty that was neither alive nor dead, neither yin nor yang, as if she had stepped out of a painting of a ghost marriage.

The one on the right was shrouded in a dark cloak, his face and figure completely obscured by the deep darkness, leaving only a hazy outline. Any gaze that attempted to glimpse his true appearance would be forcibly drawn away and vanished without a trace by the darkness.

The only being who could command such respect and obeisance from dozens of wandering Yin spirits was a Yang spirit true lord, possessing both physical and spiritual qualities, embodying the fullness of Yin and the birth of Yang, and thus worthy of being called a wandering immortal in the mortal world.

Such beings live for over a thousand years, and can ascend to the heavens to join the ranks of immortals, or descend to the underworld to wield power in a region. They are truly beings of longevity!

The moment the two appeared, an invisible and intangible pressure enveloped the entire area.

He didn't say much, but stated directly:

"We eagerly await the arrival of the Supreme Elder!"

These words, once spoken, were hollow and vast, instantly spreading throughout the darkness.

The scene around the secret room was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

When everyone came to their senses, they were surprised to find that they had suddenly entered a completely different world.

This place resembles the magnificent scenery of Jiangnan.

It was a beautiful spring day, and dusk was approaching.

Nearby, the emerald lake reflects the sky, a vast expanse of blue; in the distance, the mountains appear and disappear, a lone wild goose vanishes into the distance.

And a setting sun rests among the mountains, casting its tender afterglow, turning the river crimson and painting the mountainsides a vibrant red...

This scene is breathtakingly beautiful, as if celestial beings have left the beauty of the Jade Pool to the mortal world amidst the misty rain.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a man sits alone, fishing on the blue waves.

The man was dressed in a simple blue robe and shoes, surrounded by a pure and elegant aura. Although he was sitting right in front of me, it was as if I were separated by a layer of mist and water.

The wind caressed her clothes, like drifting clouds. The sun shone on her brows, as if starlight were hidden within, as if she were about to ride the wind and ascend to the moon to become an immortal.

"Greetings, Supreme Elder!"

Whether it was the Day Wandering Immortal or the Yang God True Lord, they all bowed and prostrated themselves upon seeing this.

They were merely the offspring of the Fang family's grand plan over two hundred years, while the one before them was the true being born of the Fang family after two hundred years of expending their fortunes as dukes and marquises—Fang Xian!

"My lord," a shadowy figure swayed in the shadows, "this premature awakening of the fourth [Yama's Bloodline] has altered the course of events, likely attracting investigations from all sides. Especially Mangshan, who wields the [Netherworld] Dao Fruit, and the orthodox Underworld... Should we take preemptive action to conceal and disrupt this?"

Fang Xian stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the river, saying nothing.

The vast expanse of water stretched out before me, merging seamlessly with the sky. As the sunset faded, the distant mountains appeared as dark as ink.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose, rippling the surface of the water. Its origin was unknown, yet it sent a chill through one's bones.

He stood quietly by the water, gazing at the gradually illuminating sea of ​​stars, his expression shifting between light and shadow in the twilight.

Master had deduced the secrets of heaven and foreseen that the child destined for tribulation, who possessed the fourth lineage of Yama's blood, would not be born for at least three years.

At that time, the two ominous stars, Ketu and Yinghuo, will be in the world in turn, a time when the energy of heaven and earth will be reversed and the boundary between yin and yang will be blurred.

They could then seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to obscure destiny, conceal themselves, and infiltrate the underworld, a place devoid of mortals, to carry out acts of defying fate.

But now, the secrets of fate have changed.

Not only did the [Yama Bloodline] appear in the world ahead of schedule, but even the Netherworld, deep within the netherworld, experienced incomprehensible and bizarre changes.

The once clearly visible trajectory of destiny has now turned into a chaotic fog... It is fate, it is destiny.

Is this a curse or a blessing?

Humans may wish to defy Heaven, but Heaven may also be playing tricks on them.

After a long silence, Fang Xian's lips suddenly curved into a smile, revealing an almost arrogant arc:

"Truly, the joy of battling against fate is boundless!"

After speaking, under everyone's watchful eyes, Fang Xian raised his hand and pointed into the lake.

The clear blue lake water suddenly turned deep, transforming into the deep darkness of night.

Stars emerge one after another from the bottom of the abyss, one, two, three... endlessly in an instant!

Like a dream, ethereal and fairy-like, it is as if the Milky Way is upside down and drowning in a lake, and the ancient starry sky is sunk into a small wave!

The evening sky turned a deep blue-green. Clouds dispersed like waves, and light condensed into ripples; the sunset glow in the west painted the lake with its hues.

Heaven and earth, water and dome, twilight and vastness, are all reversed here.

It is unclear whether the water is in the sky, or the sky is in the water.

But no one could answer!

Only the Milky Way in the heart of the lake, flowing endlessly; and the blue waves above, shimmering gently.

Suddenly, a small boat emerged from the other side of the Milky Way, seemingly from a land of nothingness, carrying indescribable figures, drifting on the waves.

With each stroke of the oar, countless tiny sparks of starlight ripple outwards, like a myriad of dancing fireflies scattered across the earth.

This scene is like a dream; if one did not see it with their own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such supernatural power exists in the world.

Even if the ancient poet Li Bai were to be reborn, upon witnessing this spectacle, he would likely only be able to throw down his pen and sigh deeply.

The azure pool reflects the Milky Way's image, and countless stars are gathered in a single oar!

At that time, the sky was no longer the sky, the abyss was no longer the abyss, the universe was reversed, and all things were out of order.

Fang Xian, with a solemn expression, bowed deeply from afar:

"I beg...Master to help me!"

The Milky Way stretches to the horizon, a small boat glides on the water, and upon hearing this, that indescribably majestic figure points into the distance.

In an instant, the starry sky in the lake moved in response to the finger.

The imperial star Ziwei deviates from its palace, the handle of the Big Dipper turns, the positions of the twenty-eight constellations change in sequence, the stars Shen and Shang intersect, and the constellations Ji and Dou shine together...

That unchanging star map, spanning millennia, has been thrown into disarray and disorder within this small expanse of water—

This is the sect's supreme secret technique—

[The Mysterious Instructions of the Celestial Pivot: Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations to Determine Destiny]!

In an instant, the sacred land of the East, the nine provinces of the world, the secrets of heaven—

We parted ways here!