From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 598 He once took a head with a flying sword.

These words shocked the world.

This is the first time Li Yang has publicly acknowledged his condition, calmly telling the world the fact that he will die.

By my count, Li Yang is only forty-eight years old this year, which is still considered the prime of life among ordinary mortals. Compared to the vast lifespan of a terrestrial immortal, he is like a newborn baby. He is a being that makes the nine terrestrial immortals of the Ultimate Realm tremble with fear, and his future is limitless.

He was so young, so powerful, rising rapidly during the modern resurgence of spiritual energy to protect this world, yet now he is about to perish.

After Li Yang finished speaking, he coughed up blood again and staggered, almost falling off the roof of Lao Jun Pavilion. He was caught by his three disciples, Wang Shuhuan, Liu Ming, and Li Ling'er, with tears in their eyes, and welcomed them back into Lao Jun Pavilion.

The release of the video caused a global uproar, with more and more people flocking to Mount Qingcheng, hoping to see Li Zhenjun and unwilling to accept this reality.

They wept and grieved, and people from all over the world burned incense and prayed, asking their gods to protect Li Yang, only to suddenly realize that Li Yang was the god of this world.

The god who protects the world is about to die, but the billions of humans he protects are powerless to save him.

"Your blood is useless to me. Don't waste your talent any longer. In the future, this world will need you and your fellow disciples to protect it."

After giving Li Ling'er one last piece of advice, Li Yang fell into a coma again inside the Lao Jun Pavilion.

His injuries were too severe. Before he became an Earth Immortal, his body was already badly damaged and on the verge of collapse after defeating the six Earth Immortals, including Li Wujiu, Xuehe, and Su'e. After finally recovering a little after becoming an Earth Immortal, he continued to fight and his injuries kept coming back.

The final Soaring Technique completely detonated all the accumulated hidden injuries of this body, and sacrificed the Yang God, physical body, and Dao foundation in a self-destructive manner, originally intending to perish together with the Buddha.

The fact that Li Yang has been able to persevere until now is already a miracle in itself.

#Li Zhenjun is dying!#
When the news spread, the gates of Qingcheng Mountain were almost broken down the following day, with people from major spiritual organizations around the world coming one after another, crowding the entire Qingcheng Mountain.

Many senior practitioners and Taoist masters of the Dao Alliance searched through ancient texts day and night, hoping to find a way to cure Li Yang, and made every effort to find a cure.

Some elderly practitioners with gray hair started their furnaces to refine medicine, or found all sorts of strange and unusual magical artifacts, hoping to help Li Yang.

Their efforts were largely futile, failing to alleviate Li Yang's symptoms, yet no one laughed at them.
Everyone knows that these simple, elderly monks are making their last effort, hoping for a miracle.

Everyone began to realize that Li Zhenjun's death was an irreversible fact.

Gradually, the cultivators from various countries and the Chinese people who gathered at Mount Qingcheng stopped fantasizing about a miracle and traveled thousands of miles to Mount Qingcheng just to send off their Master Li on his final journey.

How many people were gathered? It was impossible to count. As pioneers of modern cultivation on Earth, almost all the experts above the Innate Realm from various countries were present.

Besides modern cultivators from various countries, even the newly emerged immortal mountain at sea, Fangzhang Mountain, had people present.

On this day, visitors came in an endless stream. There were so many people that they had to follow the example of Baiyun Mountain and clear a plain at the foot of the mountain to set up tents. As far as the eye could see, there was a dense crowd of people.

Seeing this magnificent scene, Wang Shuhuan and Zhao Ziyao couldn't help but burst into tears.

Such a grand and lively scene is not unfamiliar to Baiyun Mountain. For example, the annual enrollment of Baiyun Dao Academy is usually a joyous occasion. However, the grand occasion at this time is because Li Yang is about to die, and cultivators and people from various countries have come to mourn him.

Within China, all television programs were suspended, and all major channels broadcast live footage of Mount Qingcheng and Li Zhenjun's latest health status.

People spontaneously burned incense for Li Zhenjun, and Buddhist ceremonies were held day and night on Mount Wutai. People knelt for long periods in front of various Taoist temples and Buddhist shrines to pray for their Li Zhenjun.

Li Yang had many old friends who wanted to see him one last time. In the end, Zhang Daoling and Qi Qianshu had to step in to stop them, allowing only Li Yang's three disciples and Baiyun disciples to enter and leave Lao Jun Pavilion.

No one dared to cause trouble in this setting, but there were a few individuals with ulterior motives.

On the third day, Li Yang, who had been in a coma for a long time, woke up again, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death, with an unusual red glow on his face.

"Daoist Li Yang, your situation is critical. If you really cannot continue on the path to immortality, and the Extreme True Realm invades Blue Star again, how will Blue Star resist? Why not pass on all your skills and supernatural powers so that every cultivator on Blue Star can become a dragon and no longer be threatened by the Extreme True Realm?"

Jiang Huan from Fangzhang Mountain suddenly entered Lao Jun Pavilion with two attendants. Although his demeanor was humble and earnest, the content of his words made Li Ling'er and Wang Shuhuan's eyes widen in anger, and they were about to retaliate.

Jiang Huan brought an extremely precious medicinal liquid, which led Zhang Daoling and Qi Qianshu to tacitly allow him to visit Lao Jun Pavilion. Little did they know that he had other intentions.

"What do you mean?!" Wang Shuhuan summoned the Five Thunder Heavenly Soldiers Banner, his eyes flashing with lightning.

"You escaped that day, so why are you walking right into my trap today? Do you want to experience the humiliation of being defeated again?" Li Ling'er was severely depleted of her essence and blood, and her face was pale, but her tone was still full of fighting spirit.

After learning the news, Liu Ming also rushed over from Jingying Temple on Wudang Mountain. He had also advanced to the Seed Dao stage. With the combined strength of the three of them, they could definitely fight Jiang Huan again!
Zhao Ziyao, being straightforward by nature, immediately launched into a tirade, jumping up and down as she shouted:
"What a fine 'Ren Rulong'! Since your Fangzhang Mountain claims to be the source of the Chinese national lineage, passed down for thousands of years without interruption, why don't you contribute all the cultivation techniques and supernatural powers of your mountain, instead of demanding them from my Baiyun Mountain, which has only established its sect for twenty years?!"

"Brother Jiang Huan, your behavior is rather unseemly." Qi Qianshu's face also darkened. He knew that Jiang Huan coveted the inheritance of Baiyun Mountain because he had been defeated by Wang Shuhuan and Li Ling'er, two cultivators of the Daoist path, last time.

Jiang Huan's face was grim. Being insulted to his face by several Taoist priests was the greatest humiliation of his life.

Li Yang coughed as he stopped Wang Shuhuan and the others from making their move, his eyes coldly fixed on Jiang Huan, who was leading the group.

"Fangzhang Mountain? An overseas immortal mountain, the source of a lineage? What arrogance! If you showed up when the army of the Ultimate True Realm invaded, I would still show you some respect, but now, you are nothing more than a third-rate sect."

"You want my cultivation techniques and supernatural powers? My cultivation techniques have already been passed down to my five disciples! The fundamental methods I cultivate are magnificent and upright, like the golden crow and the bright moon. How dare you, a fly, try to touch them?"

Get out of here!!!

Although Li Yang was seriously injured, he was still a True Monarch of the world and an Extreme Earth Immortal. Every word and action of his carried an unimaginable aura of power. At this moment, his roar was like thunderclaps in Jiang Huan's ears. Jiang Huan's face turned pale and his expression changed again and again. He could only grit his teeth and leave Lao Jun Pavilion.

He left Qingcheng Mountain with his followers from Fangzhang Mountain, and before leaving, he took the precious medicine that he had brought to treat Li Yang.

After this incident, Li Yang forbade anyone to visit him again, and no one was allowed to approach Lao Jun Pavilion without his permission.

Everyone could see that this great ruler of the world wanted to preserve his last shred of dignity and not expose his dejected state to the outside world.

Ryo Shimaki from the Sakura Kingdom and Teresa Tse from the Vatican came in person. Ryo Shimaki brought two Magatama, and Teresa Tse, for the first time, left the Vatican to bring Li Yang a bottle of holy water.

Both were invited into the Lao Jun Pavilion, but Li Yang declined their offer. After a half-hour conversation, they hurriedly left, revealing a truth that was difficult for outsiders to accept.

Li Zhenjun won't make it through the night. Some people discovered that the originally clear sky over Qingcheng Mountain was now filled with colorful clouds and purple mist, the source of which was emanating from Lao Jun Pavilion.

This is a scattered path. Li Yang's cultivation was too terrifying. When he died, the essence of his spiritual energy would emanate from his body, creating this strange phenomenon.

Even the dissipation of his physical body was out of control. Everyone knew that this True Lord Li was very likely not going to make it through the night!

Indeed, on the rooftop of Lao Jun Pavilion, Li Yang, pale-faced, leaned against the railing, gazing at the purple clouds and mist in the sky, and smiled wryly.

Since he began cultivating Taoism, he had witnessed countless strange phenomena of heaven and earth over the past twenty years, but he never imagined that the last one would happen because of him.

Behind him, Li Ling'er, Wang Shuhuan, and Liu Ming knelt for a long time, tears streaming down their faces.

At this moment, Li Yang's body was like a leaking balloon, with colorful clouds pouring out from the cracks in his body, looking both beautiful and desolate.

"After I die, the three of you will each go into seclusion among the common people, cultivate silently, and strive to break through to the level of Human Immortal or Earth Immortal as soon as possible."

"Externally, the Realm of Ultimate Truth will not let this go easily; their strength will be ten times greater next time they invade. Internally, this Fangzhang Mountain, a sacred mountain in the sea, has impure intentions and may become a major cancer in the future. You must be extremely careful!"

Li Yang gave instructions softly, making final arrangements, like an elderly person about to die giving their last instructions.

"Your eldest sister Zhu Ling may be resurrected in the future. You should contact Zhang Tianshi. When Zhu Ling's soul is reshaped in the future, you will need to go and help her."

"Liu Ming, I know you are deeply in love, but deep love can also become an obsession. I already know about Master Yu Bao's matter, and you need to accept the possibility of failure!"

"Little Zhuoma's current condition is unclear, but she will definitely reappear one day. As her senior brothers, you must protect her well..."

"And your master's wife..." Li Yang's eyes darted around, and the image of that aloof, ethereal figure began to appear before him again: "I have placed her in a place where time cannot disturb her. Do not disturb her. If there are any remains of my body after my death, bury me with her..."

Li Yang's voice grew softer and softer, muttering to himself, and the radiant light emanating from his shattered body also diminished, almost dimming.

"master!"

Wang Shuhuan and the other two had red eyes. Li Ling'er ignored them and was about to cut her wrists again to bleed, but Li Yang managed to stop her in place, tears streaming down her face.

"Senior Sister Zhu Ling is your disciple; it should be you who guides her. How can the three of us overstep our bounds and do it for her?!"

"The Ultimate Realm is coming with overwhelming force. The next invasion may involve even more Earth Immortals or even Heaven Immortals. The three of us brothers have only been cultivating for a short time and lack the talent to withstand it."

Wang Shuhuan and Liu Ming shouted loudly, wanting Li Yang to survive and complete these tasks himself.

Li Yang gave a bitter smile, and tears streamed down his face.

He was well aware of many things, but at this point, he was powerless to change the situation and could only ask his three disciples to complete the task on his behalf.

"Having attained enlightenment for eight hundred years, I have also taken people's heads with my flying sword."

"The Jade Emperor has not yet issued a heavenly decree, and the black gold is being traded among the world's mortals..."

Li Yang murmured, a half-smile playing on his lips, his heavy eyes slowly closing.

He was so tired that he needed a very long sleep.

"Fellow Daoist Li! I now know why Fellow Daoist Chi's soul is incomplete. Daoist Chi Yanhong, perhaps there is hope!!"

Zhang Daoling strode in with the air of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, shouting loudly outside the Lao Jun Pavilion. He stepped into the pavilion and stood panting beside Li Yang.

Upon hearing this, Li Yang, who was already on the verge of death, opened his eyes, his cloudy, white pupils struggling to focus.

"Fellow Daoist Li, take a look. This is a set of images taken by satellites when you were fighting Chi Yanhong and Futu in the Xiong Zhanli Strait!"

Zhang Daoling grabbed Li Yang's hand and transferred his spiritual energy to him without regard for his own loss. He then had the officer who ran into the pavilion panting behind him play a video for Li Yang.

The footage is a satellite's overhead view from outer space. Due to the fierce battle between Li Yang and Fu Tu, the sea was battered by strong winds and heavy rain, making the image very blurry and chaotic.

"This is the footage I just retrieved from Xiong Zhanli, the location of your final battle with Futu!"

Zhang Daoling's expression was serious: "This footage is currently only circulating among Xiong Zhanli and high-ranking officials in China. They discovered it while investigating satellite footage during the salvage of your Nanming Sword!"

In the image, two streaks of light, one blue and one green, are chasing each other, while an island appears and disappears amidst the raging wind and rain. The waves roar and surge, and a dark, towering gate stands in the very center of the island, disappearing tens of kilometers away from the two people.

"Penglai, the Gate of Boundaries?"

Li Yang's voice was weak, but some light returned to his eyes. At that time, he was only focused on catching up with Futu and had no time to perceive everything that was happening around him.

“That’s right!” Zhang Daoling said firmly, while continuing to channel spiritual energy into Li Yang’s body without reservation.

The images continued. When the two streaks of light chased each other to the vicinity of the Xiong Zhanli Strait, a red light suddenly rose from the sea, trapping the green light. After a few breaths, the red light shattered, and the blue light resolutely and decisively cut through the green light.

Li Yang's eyes reddened as he watched this scene, recalling the time when his essence wheel shattered and Chi Yanhong transferred the essence of the ancient lotus to him on the verge of death.

"Fellow Daoist Li, look at the changes at the boundary gate!"

Zhang Daoling reminded him, then dragged the progress bar of the video to replay the moment when the blue light shattered the green light.

Following Zhang Daoling's directions, at that moment, the mysterious, faintly visible island dozens of kilometers away solidified for a moment, and the portal opened with a slight crack!
Li Yang's pupils contracted instantly.

Zhang Daoling spoke incredibly fast, looking at Li Yang with an extremely serious and earnest voice: "Master Chi Yanhong is, after all, a Human Immortal, and an Extreme Human Immortal at that! Even if his natal magic weapon is shattered, it's impossible that not a single soul particle was left behind, leaving his physical body completely empty, with no soul fragments even detectable around the strait!"

"I think there's only one possibility: her soul was swept away and swallowed by another powerful force, and she's no longer in this world!"

(End of this chapter)