Chapter 160: Departure-Starting Out with a River of the Underworld(Baili Little Crow)

Who on earth made you do this?!

Meng Fan’s eyes were bloodshot. An inexplicable wave of sorrow and indignation surged from the depths of his heart, and within his gaze, endless desolation and despair were visible...

It’s over...

Ordinary preaching and preaching accompanied by the flowing of Dao essence are two entirely different concepts!

What is Dao essence? It is something that can help cultivators better comprehend the Dao! Combined with the sound of the Dao, the effect is unprecedentedly wondrous!

It could be said that even if he were to chatter a bunch of random nonsense today that they couldn't understand, the sound of the Dao and the Dao essence alone would be enough to clear the minds of most cultivators with decent aptitude, allowing them to break through!

Hum...

Sure enough, almost as Meng Fan was pondering, the aura of someone in the crowd surged, and an aura of the perfection of the Core Formation realm suddenly erupted!

Immediately following, a faint humming sound resonated through the heavens and earth, and a bolt of heavenly tribulation lightning abruptly descended from above!

"Composure in comprehension! This old man shall guard the dharma for you all!"

At this moment, Jiang Jingxian, sitting cross-legged at the head of the area, suddenly opened his eyes. With a wave of his hand, a defensive barrier shrouded everyone present, protecting them fiercely!

Only the cultivator undergoing the breakthrough was left. The instant the heavenly tribulation lightning struck, his entire body trembled violently!

The Core within his dantian shattered abruptly!

As a surging aura diffused, his entire presence seemed to climb to a peak, and he broke through in an instant!

Nascent Soul, achieved!

Meng Fan: What the hell!

Seeing this, Meng Fan felt his vision go dark, a dull pain echoed in his chest, and as regret swirled in his eyes, he took a step forward.

His figure vanished instantly!

"Why did the Young Master leave?"

Snow Wave down below naturally noticed Meng Fan's abnormality, and tilting her head, she asked with a puzzled look.

"Presumably, the Young Master feels that at this stage, there is no longer any need to continue preaching."

"After all, the Dao essence, the sound of the Dao, and what the Young Master taught previously are already enough for most cultivators here to break through."

"Next, it is up to us."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Qing Li’s eyes revealed a gentle smile as she murmured softly.

"As expected of the Young Master, everything is completely under his control!"

Snow Wave could not help but show reverence on her face and praised.

"Do your work well; the Young Master must be watching us from Asking Dao Peak."

Qing Li smiled faintly and offered another reminder. With that, the two of them spoke no more. Each channeled the spiritual energy within their bodies, directing it straight into the two garments made of cold silkworm silk draped over them!

In an instant, the sound of the Dao became even grander and more solemn, and that Dao essence grew even denser...

Hum...

Instantly, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, strange natural phenomena filled the heavens and earth, and the sound of the Dao rolled on...

While the heavenly tribulation lightning raged, it did not harm a single blade of grass...

What the crowd did not know was that, in the void at this very moment, a figure clad in black-and-gold embroidered robes was quietly and continuously gazing down at the people below. The look in his eyes revealed a depth of light never seen before.

"Immortal Essence Continent..."

"The immortal origin of this realm is insufficient to support transcendence..."

"Leaving a reincarnated body here, there is no need to delay any longer; I must continue my search..."

Pausing slightly, the figure in the black-and-gold embroidered robes did not delay further. With a flash of profound contemplation deep within his eyes, he stepped through the void and strode towards the distance...

Boom!

Rumble!

Accompanied by the trembling of mountain ranges and continuous echoing roars, vast clouds of dust rose, rocks shattered, and trees withered away as if dead. The moment several black shadows swept past them, they shattered and scattered in all directions.

"Dad, save me!!"

"Wuuu! I want to go home!!!"

"Uncle Changhe! Save me, please!!!"

Immediately following, a tearful and miserable scream echoed. A ragged, utterly disheveled youth was dodging rapidly in all directions.

The youth was somewhat frail, and his snow-like brocade robe was now tattered and caked with mud.

Because of running at a dead sprint, he had even lost one of his shoes, making his appearance look utterly wretched.

In the youth's otherwise lively eyes, there was a hint of regret, but far more of it was grievance.

His name was Meng Fan, and he was an immortal second-generation.

He was originally the sole direct heir to the strongest clan in the Supreme Immortal Realm, as well as a salted fish whose only dream was to live a "peaceful and tranquil" life.

However, shortly before, while he was sleeping, his father inexplicably stripped away his cultivation and dumped him here.

When he woke up, the surroundings were crawling with ferocious beasts...

And thus led to the scene unfolding now.

Roar!!!

Giving Meng Fan not a moment of respite, the giant white tiger leading the pack suddenly roared. Its figure blurred and it accelerated ferociously, shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow, closing the distance instantly!

Bang!

Boom!!!

Hearing only a muffled thud, Meng Fan’s body slammed heavily like a cannonball into the mountain wall not far away!

Instantly, dust rose anew, and rocks fractured.

"Simply... simply..."

"Simply going too far!"

Enduring the intense pain racking his body, Meng Fan's eyes gradually bloodshot. As a trembling voice escaped his lips, he wobbled and managed to stand up.

Roar!!

At that moment, an earth-shattering roar erupted, and dozens of ferocious beasts emanating terrifying auras surged close behind the white tiger, pouncing directly toward Meng Fan!!

"Waaah!!!"

"I just want to go home!!"

Seeing this, Meng Fan’s entire body gave a violent jolt. Daring not to delay any longer, his tear-filled, miserable scream rang out once more. He hastily turned around and fled into the distance, running blindly without picking a path!

The sight of a pack of beasts hunting down a single person was truly a rare spectacle, yet it was happening to this one individual right now, inevitably arousing astonishment in anyone's heart.

However, upon closer observation, one could notice that the sparse spiritual energy of the heavens and earth all around was surging toward Meng Fan's dantian at a terrifying speed!

And Meng Fan’s cultivation had already reached the perfection of the third layer of Qi Condensation. Presumably, it would not be long before he broke through...

The ordeal of being hunted by the beast pack had already lasted for three days.

Normally, with the advantage of Meng Fan's Innate Dao Body, he could have built his foundation instantly, and core formation would have taken merely a few days. Alas, the spiritual energy of the Azure Spirit Realm was simply far too thin!

Most importantly, his storage bag had been snatched away as well!!!

Inside it were endless spirit stones, endless medicinal pills, and endless magical treasures...

Although over the past three days Meng Fan had tried his utmost to drive his Dao Body to absorb spiritual energy, he had only managed to accumulate from mortal cultivation to the third layer of Qi Condensation.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan could not help feeling a sense of despair in his heart. Yet, upon second thought, if his physical cultivation had also been crippled, he probably wouldn't even have had the chance to survive until now.

"Soon, almost there."

"The fourth layer of Qi Condensation, where the spiritual vortex turns into a stream, and the Dao Weapon can manifest."

"When that time comes, I'll hack these beasts to pieces, find a way to contact my family, and have them bring me back to the clan!"

Fleeing in a panic, Meng Fan's divine sense constantly focused on the vortex in his dantian that was faintly threatening to burst. As grievance flickered in his eyes, he thought viciously in his heart:

When the time comes, I will surely turn over a new leaf, cultivate diligently, and inherit the position of clan head! I’ll banish that old fogey Meng Changhe out of the Meng family!!

Meng Changhe, the Great Elder of the Meng family in the Supreme Immortal Realm, was in charge of all the family's affairs.

Usually, he was utterly submissive and obedient to his father.

As for the matter of himself being dumped into the Azure Spirit Realm, Meng Fan knew with his toes that it was definitely the handiwork of that old fogey Meng Changhe!

The mere thought of Meng Changhe, who usually looked like an immortal of graceful bearing and benevolent expression, calling him "Fan'er, Fan'er" with such affection, only to turn around and throw him into this God-forsaken place, filled Meng Fan with the feeling that he had been conned for a long time!

How could someone who looked so benevolent be so truly wicked??

Did he really have to leave not even a single spirit stone behind?

Hum...

Lost in thought, Meng Fan's entire body suddenly shuddered, and a flash of joy crossed his eyes. As an exotic rhythm circulated around him, a wispy celestial tune suddenly rang out in this place!

Rumble...

Routs of roars resounded in his divine soul, followed by a wave of refreshing comfort. The vortex in his dantian suddenly burst apart, transforming into a weak spiritual stream that continuously flowed through his meridians!

The fourth layer of Qi Condensation, breakthrough!

Without delay, a sharp gleam flashed deep within Meng Fan's eyes, and he leaped onto a large boulder ahead!

"Dao Weapon!"

Turning slightly, he cast a cold glance at the dozens of ferocious beasts snarling behind him, chanted silently in his heart, and the cultivation aura of the fourth layer of Qi Condensation suddenly radiated from his body!

Immediately following, a massive amount of silvery threads poured through all the pores of Meng Fan's body, rapidly converging in front of him to form a bizarre puddle of silvery liquid!

All of this sounded slow, but it happened in the blink of an eye. From Meng Fan's breakthrough in cultivation to the manifestation of the Dao Weapon's true form, it all occurred within a single heartbeat!

Yet at this very moment, the giant white tiger with its ferocious aura had taken the lead and closed the distance! Baring its fearsome maw, it intended to bite Meng Fan to death in one go!

Hum!!

At this moment of extreme peril, the silvery liquid in front of Meng Fan suddenly emitted a faint humming sound, and a tremendous force erupted from it, slamming fiercely into the white tiger!

Thud!

Hearing only a muffled impact, the white tiger's vital blood surged violently, and the entire beast instantly traced a perfect parabola as it was sent flying backward!

A bright red line of blood traced across the sky before gently falling to the ground. The tiger itself looked somewhat dumbfounded.

It was already a demonic beast at the perfection of the Foundation Establishment realm. Even if its intelligence wasn't fully awakened, it possessed a rudimentary level of sentience. No matter how it tried, it couldn't understand why a youth it had hunted for three days and nights without any ability to fight back had suddenly become so ferocious!

Before it could even get up, an icy voice suddenly rang out across the clearing!

"Heavenly Execution."

Meng Fan stared at the puddle of silvery liquid in front of him and softly summoned it.

With a thought, the liquid suddenly emitted a dazzling white light. Flowing continuously, it rapidly transformed into a ferocious silver saber in front of Meng Fan!

"You've hunted this young master for so long. You certainly have some nerve!"

Fierceness flashed in Meng Fan's eyes, and a vicious smile crept onto the corner of his mouth. He picked up the saber, his figure blurred, and he closed in abruptly.

Hand up, blade down!

Splat...

The tiger's head rolled to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining ferocious beasts felt a wave of intense fear suddenly rise in their hearts. They scattered in a panic, fleeing to the far distance!

At this point, Meng Fan did not pursue them. Instead, he stood frozen on the spot, remaining vigilant all around. Only after confirming that those ferocious beasts had truly run far away did he collapse limply onto the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.

Over these past few days, he was either running for his life or on the way to run for his life. Three days without food or water had left him feeling like his legs were about to run right off.

Who could endure this?

Meanwhile, in a sect territory extremely far away, a young man sitting cross-legged on a mountain peak suddenly opened his eyes!

"Little White! My Little White!"

Looking at the shattered jade slip before him, pain surfaced in the young man's eyes, and a heart-rending scream echoed out. As a fierce wave of hatred rose in his heart, his cultivation aura erupted, and he flew swiftly toward the distance!

"You killed my Little White; pay with your life!"

......

The night grew deeper, and a chilly breeze swept lightly.

Across thousands of miles of mountains, aside from the rustling of leaves, there was only a dead silence, inevitably evoking a chill in one's bones.

Loneliness, desolation, grievance, unwillingness...

Under a tree by the campfire, these emotions flickered in the youth's eyes...

Meng Fan simply couldn't figure it out.

He had neither flirted around nor committed highway robbery, nor had he been an unruly delinquent; he merely liked a peaceful life.

Why on earth did they have to throw him here out of nowhere?

Throwing him into a mortal city would have been one thing, but they actually tossed him into this ghost of a place.

It was fortunate that his luck wasn't terrible and he only encountered demonic beasts at the perfection of Qi Condensation. If he had run into a Core Formation beast...

Meng Fan felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Was Meng Changhe truly not human? Did he not care about his life at all?

He was a direct descendant after all, a direct descendant...

Sigh...

Meng Fan's expression turned gloomy and bitter. With a light sigh, he took a bite of the tiger meat in his hand and began to chew slowly.

Only the gaze he cast toward the distant horizon faintly revealed a trace of desolation...

I want to go home...

"A legend has been passed down in the Azure Spirit Realm since ancient times."

"There is a lineage of people who stir up chaos everywhere, and when calamity strikes, they are born to face the tribulation."

"Those of this lineage endure numerous hardships, yet they are revered by the world as holy spirits and worshipped devoutly."

"A war god's physique, defying the heavens with their arts."

"All of them possess a heart to achieve the Dao, dominating the world with tyranny."

An aged voice, filled with expectations, echoed through the empty mountain forest, finally falling into Meng Fan's ears.

"You..."

Staring at the old man stepping out from the void in front of the campfire, Meng Fan's eyes widened to their absolute limit. As bloodshot veins subtly spread across his eyes, his breathing quickened accordingly.

The old man had white hair and a long beard, clad in a plain robe, looking every bit the immortal of graceful bearing. With his white eyebrows and benevolent eyes, he gave off the boundless demeanor of an elder.

How could Meng Fan not recognize this person!

Over the past two days, Meng Fan had dreamed of choking him to death with his bare hands!

This treacherous scoundrel!!!

Meng Changhe!!!

If he hadn't made off with his storage bag, how could he have ended up in such a wretched state!

Storage bags had seals; people in the Azure Spirit Realm could never break them open! Only Meng Changhe, who had thrown him here, could do it!

The mere thought of this made Meng Fan unable to stomach Meng Changhe's hypocritical face! A surge of anger welled up uncontrollably in his heart!

Ruining his dream! Cutting off his salted fish life! Heaven will not tolerate this, and it is a battle to the death!!!

You dog thief! Hand over your life!!!

"Uncle Changhe, Fan'er has missed you so much!"

Seeing the old man looking at him, Meng Fan hurriedly stood up, put on a delighted expression, and bowed properly to Meng Changhe. Coupled with the liveliness in his eyes, it gave off an indescribable sense of obedience.

Just kidding, if he pissed this old man off again and got truly abandoned here, where on earth would he go to cry...

"Uncle Changhe, look at how well-behaved Fan'er is, never causing trouble for the family on ordinary days. Why don't you discuss it with my father and take me back?"

"Or if that doesn't work, take me back and I'll discuss it with my father myself, alright?"

Not giving Meng Changhe a chance to speak, Meng Fan jumped in first, blinking at Meng Changhe with a remarkably obedient and expectant expression.

After all, perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding. Aside from disliking cultivation, he didn't have any other flaws, right?

Could it be that he was sent here for trials?

An immortal second-generation from the Supreme Immortal Realm coming to the three thousand lower realms for trials? Aside from bullying noobs, it was just bullying noobs, with no real meaning to it.

Meng Fan thought to himself secretly.

"Not at all."

Upon seeing this, Meng Changhe let out two hearty laughs, a flash of deep anticipation crossing his eyes as he spoke again:

"The legend passed down in the Azure Spirit Realm is naturally true, left behind by successive generations of inheritors from the Supreme Immortal Realm!"