Yellow Court Daoist

Chunshen Realm.

East Xian State.

At the eastern edge of the Southern Border lies a place shrouded in blood mist and illusions, where the top demon of the Blood Spring Demon Sect called the Evil Venerable cultivates, known as the Ghostly Wailing Mysterious Realm.

Inside the mysterious realm,

Illusions mix with blood mist, with incessant wails and cries of spirits. Ordinary people would be driven mad and die within a day if they ventured here.

However, amidst the thick illusions, several potent forces are scattered in different directions.

The strongest aura resides at the center, where the blood energy spreads across the heaven and earth.

Around,

Massive statues as tall as mountains are placed.

Covered in blood and sins, they are surrounded by countless lonely spirits and ghosts, as if in pilgrimage.

Blindly devoted.

Thirteen cultivators with varying strengths each stand before a statue, making seal gestures. Streaks of spiritual and blood light touch the statues, amplifying their presence.

Among them, a long-haired man with naturally crimson eyes surveys the area,

and then heads towards the center.

"Master,"

The eerie-looking long-haired man steps into a scarlet cave, bows deeply to a blurry figure inside sitting in meditation.

That figure meditates amidst what appears as lava.

Upon closer inspection,

Not lava, but a huge blood pond resembling lava in appearance. The extent and depth of this blood pond are unimaginable.

Just standing near it, one can feel countless resentments and sins, along with struggling ghosts and dry souls screaming and crying continuously.

It sends chills down one's spine.

"How is the Zhenyuan Array progressing?"

The voice of the Evil Venerable, deep and grim, echoes in the cave.

The long-haired man respectfully reports, "The thirteen Zhenyuan Marshals are well refined, and three hundred sixty-nine Zhenyuan Altars are also completely constructed. Everything is ready for Master to preside, then we can continuously transform evil spirits into Zhenyuan Soldiers, aiding Master to conquer all directions!"

"Not bad."

The Evil Venerable, whose tone betrays neither joy nor anger, gestures and a black banner and thirty rubbing plates fall down, "This is the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, containing ten thousand resentful spirits who suffered greatly in life, their resentment is thick and pure, which can help you in your cultivation of the Blood Spring Great Method, as well or refining Magic Artifacts or training the 'Five Yin Crying Wind Claw'. The thirty rubbing plates contain thirty postnatal scattered characters. Although your skill in arrays is high, your cultivation is too low. Study these postnatal scattered characters well, perhaps you may have a chance to ascend to the Primordial Spirit Realm."

The long-haired man joyfully accepts the black banner and the thirty rubbing plates,

gratefully responding, "Thank you for your generous gift, Master."

"You have helped maintain the Zhenyuan Array for one hundred eighty years, saving me much effort, this is your deserved reward."

The Evil Venerable waves his hand indifferently, "Now go. Cultivate well, and do not venture out for the next few decades. Return after ten years."

"Yes!"

The long-haired man courteously leaves,

still elated as he exits the cave.

Within the cave,

The Evil Venerable retracts his Divine Sense, a mocking smile playing at his lips, "This He Shan, so easily satisfied."

With that,

He rises from the blood pond.

His slender figure untouched by the swirling blood.

"Zhenyuan Array."

"Master has commanded me to spend two hundred years constructing this grand array linked to the Blood Spring in the Ghostly Wailing Mysterious Realm. Is it truly only to emulate the Yu Mountain Sect's Manifestation Saint Array, facilitating troop movements within the sect?!"

The Evil Venerable frowns, rising to leave, "The array is now complete, time to see what it really contains."

...

Wuwang Sea.

On a mundane island named Nameless Hill, for decades, a young man arrived, built a thatched cottage on the hill, tended a few fields, and maintained his livelihood through farming.

Aside from others,

No one knew of the young man's origins, only that he was called 'Lin Fan'.

He lived by farming, and in his leisure, enjoyed painting outside his door.

The figures in the paintings,

Whether joyful or sorrowful, angry or smiling, each depicted with distinct expressions, all lifelike.

Upon closer inspection,

Most paintings hanging on the four walls of the cottage portrayed two young women and a man.

One woman often carried a long sword, quiet and graceful.

The other often held a wine jug, free and unrestrained.

The man, initially naive, appeared in continuously changing scenes, maturing over time from naive to resolute.

The surrounding locals found it curious.

Many brought their own brushes, ink, and paper, asking Lin Fan for paintings. He welcomed all comers, creating lifelike portraits on paper.

Today,

As Lin Fan painted, with the sun setting, a woman with long hair tied with a white ribbon appeared on his canvas, dressed in a white satin gown, her waist cinched with a white silk tassel.

Lifelike, captured by his brush.

In her hands, a painting scroll is displayed, faintly showing a young man inside. The man's features were different from Lin Fan's, yet, inexplicably, they bore a striking resemblance as if they were the same person.

Lin Fan added the last stroke, completing a cloud above in the sky.

Holding the brush, he gazed at the figure in the painting,

An involuntary smile spread across his face, filling his heart with warmth.

In the next instant,

Lin Fan's demeanor shifted.

From simple and unadorned, he now possessed an indescribable aura.

"Seven years later."

"Primordial Spirit tribulation."

Lin Fan set down his brush, murmuring quietly.

As his words fell, the painting before him, and countless others inside the cottage, silently vanished without a trace.

With a flick of his sleeve,

The desk before him, and the cottage behind him, also disappeared.

As he walked,

The fields he had tended for decades reverted to barren hills.

Then, with one step, celestial light flashed beyond the Nine Heavens, and Lin Fan was gone.

"Master Lin?"

Someone in the forest saw Lin Fan through the trees and chased after him, but found no one. Rubbing their eyes in confusion, they muttered, "It was definitely Master Lin just now."

Soon after.

Someone discovered that the thatched cottage on the mountain had disappeared along with the fields that Master Lin had once cultivated.

All traces erased.

As if Lin Fan had never existed.

Only the family scrolls remained, imbued with a divine charm and a spirit light hidden from the eyes of mortals, illuminating a room and warding off illness and disaster.

...

Seven years later.

The winds dissipated and the clouds scattered.

Name: Lu Qingfeng (Guang Yuan, Luo Fuzi, Hun Mountain, Qing Yuanzi, Lin Fan, He Shan...)

Race: Human

Faction: Immortal Qin-Ancient Shang-Shang River-Min River Dragon Palace

Title: Water Lord of Yuan Lake, Consort of Min River, Prince Consort of Min River, Master of White Head Island, Master of Black Water Mountain, Thunderbolt True One…

Cultivation: Primordial Spirit·Nourishing Spirit Realm

Level: 1321 (0/120W)

Mana: Slight

Life Span: 1443/15800 (10800+4800)

Root Bone: 4

Merit: Unknown

Karma: Unknown

Cultivation Techniques:

Third Level of Yellow Court Scripture [Attributes: Derivation Technique (Third Level); Command Over All Techniques (Third Level); Karma Removal (Third Level)];

Luofu Sword Scripture (Supreme Level) One Hundred and Twenty-seventh Layer;

Twelve Heavenly Demon God Skill (Supreme Level) One Hundred and Twenty-seventh Layer;

Yellow Robe True Skill (Supreme Level) One Hundred and Twenty-seventh Layer;

Five Thunder Heart Sutra (Supreme Level) One Hundred and Twenty-seventh Layer;

Red Dust Longevity Technique (Mysterious Level) First Layer;

Divine Skills (Common): Blood Transformation and Soul Splitting Techniques, Golden Saber Soul Slaughter Method, Ice Sealing Water Technique, Water Dragon Technique, Vajra Spell, Hand Heart Thunder, Poison Punishment Bone-Locking Heart-Piercing Little Asura Technique, Heavenly Listening And Earthly Viewing Great Method, Dutian Divine Slaughter, Dutian Demon Flames, Dutian Demon God Blood Transformation Flying Body Technique, Earth Extreme Primordial Magnetic Annihilation Sword Qi, Mountain and Earth Breaking Skill

Great Divine Powers: Light Splitting and Shadow Transformation Void Condensing Sword Movement, Demon Evil Entangling Silk Divine Spell, Daluo Cave Temple, Seven Beasts Small Divine Number, Taiyin Calamity Crossing Robe, Great Sun Annihilation Divine Light, Little Thousand Thunder Prison, Nine Heavens Talisman Inverting Heaven and Earth Technique, Invisibility Technique, Inverted Void Glazed Glass Wall, Five-Colored Divine Light, Great Five Elements Yin Yang Magnetic Annihilation Divine Light, Fallen Divine Light, Body Separation, Transformation Technique, Cloud Summit Step

Equipment: Slight

Occupation: Alchemist (Seventh-Order), Artifact Refiner (Seventh-Order)

Talisman Refining: Slight

Beast Taming: Slight

...

"In this life spanning one thousand four hundred and forty-three years, I have once again ascended to the realm of the Primordial Spirit."

Lu Qingfeng's robe fluttered as he moved through the void, landing on an island.

Brightness sparkled in his eyes.

After two lifetimes,

And over a thousand years,

From the Barbarian God Realm to the Immortal Qin Realm,

He has ultimately, within the Chun Shen Realm, achieved the realm of the Primordial Spirit once again.

The workings of the world are difficult to fathom.

Different from the time in the Barbarian God Realm, this time, Lu Qingfeng, barely over a thousand years old, started from postnatal, successively advancing through Foundation Establishment, Spirit Void, and Core Formation, and ascended as a Primordial Spirit.

He spent two thousand years less in bitter cultivation compared to his time in the Barbarian God Realm.

"In the Barbarian God Realm, I was aided by fortune, cultivating at divine speed."

"In this lifetime, however, it was a familiar path, and additionally, the postnatal scattered character nurtured the divine soul, enabling an unobstructed journey. After entering the Chun Shen Realm, within merely seven hundred years, I went through the Gathering Law and Golden Core, and once again congregated divine thoughts, successfully achieving the first level of the Primordial Spirit Stage, the Nourishing Spirit Realm."

Even though it was the second ascension to the Primordial Spirit, Lu Qingfeng still felt boundless joy.

In his previous life in the Barbarian God Realm, although he ultimately ascended to the Primordial Spirit, his path forward was blocked by the gods of the Barbarian God Realm and he was reborn after death, causing his root bone to fall.

The future was bleak.

In this lifetime.

The situation was greatly favorable.

Once the Primordial Spirit was achieved, without a True Immortal emerging, with the wealth of capabilities Lu Qingfeng possessed in realms such as Chun Shen and Immortal Qin, realms cut off from the Immortal Realm, he was undoubtedly an invincible existence among the Primordial Spirits.

Whether for self-preservation or for protecting Ao Le and the Min River Dragon Palace, his position was now truly solidified!

...

On the Nameless Island,

Lu Qingfeng sat in meditation.

His divine soul presided over the sea of consciousness, a stream of light revolving around it, intricately connected to the divine soul. Although external to the divine soul, it was like limbs to a body's trunk, inseparable.

Within the divine soul,

One hundred and twenty-nine spirit lights flickered. Upon closer inspection beneath the veiling spirit light, one could see complex, mysteriously patterned characters. A single glance could engender infinite insights, sparking countless inspirations.

Under the illumination of the spirit light,

The robust divine soul, like the Pangu God who created heaven and earth, grew slowly within the sea of consciousness at a pace imperceptible to the naked eye.

Indeed, Lu Qingfeng's divine soul was too immense.

This made its growth hard to notice.

For practitioners of common Side Door Level Skills who ascended to the Primordial Spirit, their divine souls would never exceed three feet. But Lu Qingfeng's divine soul was a full thirty-six feet tall, its spirit light dazzling, even nurturing a hint of golden light.

In comparison to Lu Qingfeng, the toughening of his divine soul was subtle, yet for ordinary Primordial Spirit practitioners, this represented a visibly rapid enhancement.

The divine soul thrived and grew.

The revolving stream of light surrounding the divine soul spun faster, with strands connecting the two, continuously transferring mysterious power between the divine soul and this stream, making the light evermore brilliant.

This was the Divine Thought unique to Primordial Spirit practitioners.

"The First Realm of the Primordial Spirit, 'Nourishing Spirit Realm,' involves nurturing the divine soul and harboring Divine Thoughts."

Lu Qingfeng, with his mastery of four Supreme Level Skills that corroborated each other, had a thorough grasp of the stages of cultivation in the Primordial Spirit Stage.

Such as the Nourishing Spirit Realm.

Seemingly simple, yet the thresholds it entailed were not insignificant.

Without sufficient cultivation and Dao ability, not only is it challenging to strengthen the divine soul, but nurturing, enhancing, and diversifying Divine Thoughts is also fraught with hardship.

Many Primordial Spirit practitioners are trapped in the first realm.

Such as Gu Sun of Yu Mountain Sect, Jian Zhang of Blood Spring Sect, Gongsun Luan of Golden Lotus Sect, the Xunfeng Demon of Fu Huo Mountain.

Though renowned within their realms,

They are merely in the Nourishing Spirit Realm. After countless years of cultivation, they remain unable to break through.

Such is the arduous nature of cultivation in the Primordial Spirit Realm.