The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 233 The Age of Great Strife, The Immortal Traces of the Ancestral Master

Inside the ancient ice.

The ice broke open, and Lü Dongbin leaped out, taking a deep breath.

"Hmm? What a strange world?"

Lu Dongbin glanced at the sky; it didn't seem to be the solar system of yesteryear.

The area was filled with a large amount of destructive lightning, and Lü Dongbin dared not venture into it lightly.

"Why is this so? Where is our patriarch?"

Lu Dongbin looked around in confusion, but apart from the ice blocks of his fellow practitioners, he did not see the figure of his patriarch.

Perhaps the founder has gone into seclusion.

"Forget it, let's cultivate first." Lü Dongbin took a deep breath, laughed heartily, and said, "This is the best era for us! Haha."

The spiritual energy here is a thousand times stronger than it was back then; Lü Dongbin has never fought such a rich battle before.

Not far away, the Jade Pool gathers the essence of the sun and moon, so much so that it condenses into crimson water.

Lü Dongbin walked to the edge of Yaochi and used the essence of Yaochi to cultivate and restore his cultivation.

A cultivation level of the sixth stage of the Golden Core realm is equivalent to a Yin spirit at the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal realm.

Further up, after nine cycles of the Golden Elixir, one becomes a Ghost Immortal.

The Nine Revolutions of the Golden Elixir is not the upper limit of the path of cultivation. After the Nine Revolutions, one should comprehend the Great Dao and use the Great Dao to inscribe the Golden Elixir, forming the first revolution of the Innate Golden Elixir.

Lü Dongbin absorbed the essence of the morning mist and refined the elixir of immortality.

The Golden Wood Immortal Body is one of the ancient innate magical bodies and one of the top talents of the human race.

Originally constrained by its environment and unable to leverage its advantages, it is now entering a new era.

Lü Dongbin will eventually shine brightly.

He cultivated on the Innate Star for several years.

On this day, in the valley where the eternal ice resided.

Click click click...

The sound of ice shattering could be heard again from not far away.

"Hmm? Which fellow Daoist is it this time?"

Lü Dongbin conjured up a mysterious light and stepped forward to investigate.

From the shattered ice emerged a disheveled, white-bearded Taoist priest.

Their eyes met, and both were momentarily stunned.

"I am Zhang Sanfeng. And who are you, fellow Daoist?" Zhang Sanfeng had never seen this person before. He must be an old senior who was frozen in ice many years ago.

"My name is Lü Dongbin."

"So it was Lü Zu."

Zhang Sanfeng recounted the world after Lü Dongbin fell into slumber.

"The Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty—so many years have passed in this world." Even though Lü Dongbin was prepared, he couldn't help but sigh at the passage of time, "This humble Taoist has also become an ancient person."

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the other unfamiliar people, including many descendants dressed in strange clothes, and said with a wry smile, "I guess I've become an ancient person too."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another piece of ice shattered.

The man who arrived was none other than Yuan Tiangang.

The order of birth is generally determined by aptitude. Lü Dongbin had higher aptitude, so he was born first, followed by Zhang Sanfeng and Yuan Tiangang.

The three of them then cultivated on the Innate Star for another three years.

Once Yuan Tiangang, who was the first to be frozen, broke through to the Golden Core stage, the three prepared to descend to the mortal realm.

“The other fellow Daoists won’t wake up anytime soon. Let’s head to the largest star; perhaps our patriarch resides there,” Lü Dongbin suggested. “I’ll take charge of refining the artifacts.”

"I will inscribe a restriction," Yuan Tiangang said.

Zhang Sanfeng scratched his head and said, "It seems that I can only lend a hand."

Lü Dongbin used his finger as a sword to cut off the main trunk of the banyan tree, and combined it with the surrounding strange rocks and spiritual objects to refine elixirs with Samadhi True Fire.

Yuan Tiangang was in charge of setting up the restrictions.

Three days later, a wooden raft, three zhang long and half a zhang wide, was completed.

To make it easier for those who came after them, Lü Dongbin and Yuan Tiangang made two more copies.

Zhang Sanfeng stood in front of the wooden raft, turned to the two and said, "Let's go, time is running out, we still need to meet up with our patriarch."

"Wait a moment." Yuan Tiangang surveyed the surroundings and, finding the place easily discoverable, added another layer of protection.

Because of the Jade Pool here, Lei Hai was unable to invade for the time being, which allowed them to survive.

However, the formation of a void here actually increases the risk of Yaochi being discovered by outsiders. Yuan Tiangang considered setting up a decoy to make this place indistinguishable from other Thunder Seas, thus fundamentally eliminating the possibility of outsiders discovering it.
"Alright."

The two waited until Yuan Tiangang finished setting up the restriction.

Soon, a wooden raft soared into the sky, transforming into a shooting star and falling to the other side of the stars.

Dragons fight in the wild, their blood turning black and yellow.

The vast night sky was tinged with a hazy gray.

"kill!!"

Shi Feng, the third emperor of the Li Huo Dynasty, was ten zhang tall and wielded two black iron battle axes. He led three thousand tribesmen to fight against the dragon on the banks of the river.

Dozens of azure-scaled dragons were extremely ferocious, riding the water and soaring through the clouds. Their tails seemed to carry the power of a collapsing mountain, and when they swept at the soldiers, they were instantly smashed into a bloody mist.

One or two dragons would be fine, but the problem is that all the dragons have come out of their nests.

"Even if I perish here, I will take you all down with me!" Shi Feng gritted his teeth.

The previous two emperors had both died in battle, and by the time Shi Feng ascended the throne, he had already accepted the fact that he had died in battle.

This is the destiny of humankind's pioneering spirit.

Shi Feng leaped a hundred feet into the air, his battle axe unleashing flames ten feet high. Without hesitation, he plunged into the horde of dragons, heading straight for their leader.

"die!"

As the axe cleaved down, the dragon leader opened its blood-red maw, the stench of blood filling its mouth unbearable. An extremely powerful suction force prepared to swallow Shi Feng whole.

The dragon leader was not afraid at all; a mere axe could not cause it any real harm.

It's nothing more than the desperate resistance of ants.

Just as Shi Feng was filled with despair.

Suddenly, a dazzling sword light pierced the night sky.

Wow!
In an instant, all the dragons were split in two, their heads falling to the ground, their dark yellow and crimson blood splattering onto the earth.

"Oh my, it's a real dragon! This has truly broadened my horizons."

Shi Feng looked up and saw three extraordinary figures standing on a raft. The leader, a white-robed Taoist priest, had a handsome face, mysterious eyes, a frivolous smile on his lips, and a lingering sword aura between his brows.

Shi Feng knew that he had been saved by the three of them, so he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Immortal Master."

"No need for formalities..." Lü Dongbin gently raised his hand. "I have something to ask you."

"Please ask, Immortal Master, I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

"Where is this place?" Lü Dongbin discovered that this star was countless times larger than he had imagined.

"The stars on the other shore".

The three exchanged a glance, and sure enough, their ancestor had brought them to this unknown place.

But what is their mission?
Where is the patriarch?
“There’s one more thing. Have you ever seen someone…” Lü Dongbin paused, as if considering his words, “a young man, a middle-aged man, an old man, in appearance… someone who seems to be everywhere, someone who transcends time.”

Lü Dongbin's description was too vague, leaving Shi Feng completely confused.

How could such a person exist?

Ubiquitous, young yet old... isn't he the Heavenly Emperor from mythology?

"Could it be... that they're talking about the Immortal Emperor?"

"The Undying Emperor." The three exchanged a smile.

The patriarch meddles everywhere, leaving his name behind; this immortal emperor is almost certainly the patriarch.

“It seems the patriarch has emerged from seclusion. He is currently preoccupied with other matters and may have gained some divine insights,” Yuan Tiangang said.

"With the revival of spiritual energy and the great struggle for power, we cannot sit idly by and wait for our demise." Lü Dongbin raised his sword, golden sword energy swirling around his fingertips, his smile vanished, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Let us, the descendants, do it for them."

Humanity has gained a new killer, who asks everyone he meets about the whereabouts of a certain mysterious person.

Deep within the stars of the universe.

More and more gods and demons are resurrected, and the struggle on earth is becoming increasingly fierce.

On the vast and boundless land of the other shore, various races stand side by side, and slaughter is rampant.

Humanity is not the ultimate enemy of all innate beings; there are also irreconcilable conflicts among the various innate races.

In short, all living things were locked in a chaotic battle.

As one of the strongest powers, the Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West also has a presence here, and the descendants of innate beings such as the Sun and Moon Feathered People and the Kuafu Clan are gradually reviving.

But their supreme ruler never arrived.

The blue phoenix travels tens of thousands of miles a day, why does the Queen Mother not return?
(End of this chapter)