If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 618 Taiyi Immortal Lord, Curse

Upon hearing An Xin's words, Shen Zhen gave An Xin a deep look. She suddenly felt that An Xin might be the one who would achieve the greatest success among these disciples.

After venturing out into the world and experiencing its mortal realm, how many people can truly settle down and cultivate their spirituality?
An Xin turned to Shen Zhen and asked with a smile, "Senior Shen, what about you? Why aren't you going out?"

Although Shen Zhen's cultivation level wasn't outstanding, and he hadn't sparred with them, thanks to the Dao Treasure, Shen Zhen wouldn't get into trouble while traveling for training.

Moreover, the master wouldn't stand idly by.

“Even if I stay in this temple, I can still experience the mortal world,” Shen Zhen said with a soft laugh. After saying that, she turned and left.

Anxin stared at her back and found her somewhat unfathomable.

"While they're out, I need to cultivate diligently and widen the gap between us," An Xin thought to herself, a smile appearing on her face. She didn't linger, chatting briefly with the Ephemeral Flower Ghost Mother before returning to her cultivation.

She is different from Chen Chuan, Lü Xian, and others; she harbors bigger goals and has a more determined path to follow.

……

The continent of Taicang, the mountains of the North Sea.

The Mountain God Temple is located in a dense forest, and the Mysterious Immortal is watering the flowers and plants in the medicine garden.

More than 80,000 years have passed, and he has become a celestial being who has ascended to heaven and earth. He is regarded as an immortal by the creatures of the North Sea Mountains. Various sects and dynasties have tried to recruit him, but he has refused them all.

No one knows why he guards the mountain god temple. Many people speculate that he is actually the mountain god, living in seclusion here during times of peace and prosperity, and will come down the mountain when the world is in trouble.

It was nearing noon.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the temple, followed by a ragged, thin man running in. His hair was disheveled and his face was covered in blood. When he saw Master Xuanmiao, he knelt down with a thud.

"Immortal, save me!"

The gaunt man shouted loudly, his voice shrill and mournful.

Master Xuanmiao didn't look at him, but said casually, "Don't underestimate the power of the Taicang Dynasty, and I don't have the strength to save the world."

Upon hearing this, the gaunt man stopped crying. He looked up at the Mysterious Immortal and asked, "Then can you ask the Mountain God for help?"

Master Xuanmiao stopped what he was doing, turned to look at him, his eyes calm.

"You've come three times in total, this is the third time. Are you really so sure about the existence of the Mountain God?" Xuanmiao Zhenren said indifferently.

He is no longer the naive man he once was. Now he will mention the mountain god, but only as a legend; he no longer proclaims the mountain god with the same fervor as before.

It wasn't that he no longer revered the mountain god, but rather that he understood the mountain god's intentions.

The Mountain God is just one of the identities of that being; the Sword Master of the Dao is also that being.

Rather than endlessly protecting all living beings, the mountain god would prefer them to have the ability to protect their own world.

Moreover, the Mysterious Immortal did not think that the Primordial Human Race was a terrifying existence. Compared with the past catastrophes, the current situation was more like a carefully prepared trial.

Perhaps it was the work of immortals and gods, as legend has it.

In any case, the Mysterious Immortal did not believe in the legends of immortals and gods such as the Mysterious Immortal Lord and the Golden Extreme God.

Faced with the gaze of the Mysterious Immortal, the gaunt man showed a look of panic.

"Stop pretending. Tell me, what is your background, and why have you come here?"

The Mysterious Immortal asked in a cold voice, displaying the powerful aura of a Celestial Immortal pressing down on the man.

boom!
A deafening roar came from afar, and looking up, one could see a blood-red rainbow appearing on the horizon.

The demons of the Primordial Human Race are waging a great war against the Taicang Dynasty, which will affect the entire Taicang Continent.

The soaring aura in the distance did not affect Xuanmiao Zhenren. He looked down at the gaunt man kneeling on the ground, his eyes cold, as if two swords had pierced the man's heart. The gaunt man lowered his head and slowly stood up.

“It is rare to find a believer like you in this world, who has been worshipping a mythical mountain god for tens of thousands of years. Your piety has moved me.”

The gaunt man spoke, his tone completely different, no longer as panicked as before.

He slowly raised his eyes, and his pupils turned silver-blue, which was very strange, causing Xuanmiao Zhenren to frown.

"The mountain god you worship doesn't exist, but there are real gods and immortals worthy of your worship," the gaunt man said in a strange tone.

The Mysterious Immortal sneered, "What? You also believe in Immortal Lord Xuansu? How can you prove Immortal Lord Xuansu's existence?"

The gaunt man shook his head and said, “No, I do not worship Xuan Su Immortal Lord, but another immortal lord named Taiyi Immortal Lord. He is greater than Xuan Su Immortal Lord. He created heaven and earth and saved heaven and earth. He was enshrined in the ranks of immortals because of his great merits, while Xuan Su Immortal Lord merely inherited his immortal position.”

Taiyi Immortal Lord?

This was the first time Master Xuanmiao had heard this name. He frowned and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

The gaunt man replied, “Who I am is not important. I am just a follower of Immortal Lord Taiyi. My life was once shrouded in darkness, and I could not see any hope. He saved me. There are many people like me in this world. You are not the first one I have sought out. The followers of Immortal Lord Taiyi are not like the lackeys of Immortal Lord Xuansu. They blindly proclaim the power of Immortal Lord Xuansu. They are ignorant.”

“Aren’t you just like them?” Master Xuanmiao sneered.

The gaunt man smiled and said, “Of course it’s different. I only mention Taiyi Immortal Lord to like-minded people. The Immortal Lord said that his immortal name should be praised after he truly saves all living beings. The biggest difference between him and Xuansu Immortal Lord is that he will do it first and then ask for fame.”

The Mysterious Immortal remained silent.

He wondered what Taiyi Immortal Lord's purpose was.

Could it be that Immortal Lord Xuanxiu and Immortal Lord Taiyi are real people, and they are openly and secretly fighting for the hearts of all living beings?
He thought it was very likely, which made him somewhat disdainful of the two immortals.

Such behavior is no different from that of ordinary people.

In his mind, the gods and immortals were high above and should not have a trace of mortal nature.

The gaunt man stepped forward and said, "The so-called Primordial Human Race is actually a slave kept by the Golden Extreme God under the command of Immortal Lord Xuan Su. The reason they are so crazy is to break free from a sliver of hope. The human world is now a sea of ​​suffering. Whether it is us or the Primordial Human Race, we are all struggling. We can only have a sliver of hope if we believe in the descent of Immortal Lord Taiyi."

The Mysterious Immortal asked, "Since the Taiyi Immortal Lord is in charge of this matter, what need is there for you and me?"

"The Heavenly Dao has its own rules. Taiyi Immortal Lord cannot descend directly unless someone in this world believes in him and pleads with the Heavenly Dao with a grand vow. Only then will the Heavenly Dao allow him to come. Our grand vow does not require a large number of people, but rather a sincere heart. My faith is not enough, perhaps because my cultivation is insufficient, or perhaps because I have not lived long enough. You have worshipped the mountain god for countless years, and the grand vow you can bring will surely surpass mine."

As the gaunt man spoke, his gaze toward the Mysterious Immortal grew increasingly ardent.

Upon hearing this, Master Xuanmiao lost interest and said, "Whether what you say is true or false, I only believe in the Mountain God. Go find someone else."

Since Heaven does not allow the Taiyi Immortal Lord to descend, there must be another reason.

The mountain god is not subject to such restrictions!

In comparison, Master Xuanmiao's admiration for Gu An reached another level.

Immortals and gods seek fame and faith, but mountain gods seek nothing.

The gaunt man frowned, his eyes showing displeasure.

Master Xuanmiao snorted, "Does Your Excellency intend to force me?"

He completely disregarded the skinny man.

How could a Mahayana cultivator threaten him?

The gaunt man stared at Xuanmiao Zhenren and gritted his teeth, saying, "My cultivation is inferior to yours, but I can curse you. Your disrespect for Taiyi Immortal Lord will surely bring you misfortune. Your relatives will die one by one in this calamity, and you will also be mentally corrupted by your inner demons because of your lack of reverence. The rest of your life will be plunged into hellish pain."

As he spoke, his body began to crack open, blood seeping out continuously, quickly turning him into a blood-soaked figure, with even his white bones showing at his joints.

(End of this chapter)