Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 469 The First Immortal, the Strange Old Beggar

"who am I?"

The old beggar, sitting with his back to Li Wushou at a square table missing three legs, murmured softly.

The voice was indifferent, yet carried a hint of reminiscence and melancholy; the sound faded and then rose again.

"Having traversed countless millennia of mortal struggles, I am the foremost immortal of the Divine Dynasty!"

As always, Li Wushou remained indifferent, but his mind seemed to be suspended high above a golden realm, overlooking a magnificent and boundless divine dynasty.

The true god reigns over all directions, and the heavenly gods shine like stars.

Four pillars stand in the very center of the imperial palace, reaching the blue sky above and the dark earth below.

In the very center of the four pillars, there is a huge incense burner.

The incense burner is covered with intricate and precise inscriptions, and within the area defined by the four celestial pillars above, a dazzling starry sky floats.

Inside, countless stars shine.

The starlight, dazzling and falling from the sky, gathered to form a giant throne, which floated behind the incense burner.

A figure wearing a crown, with three heads and six arms, and dressed in a golden robe, sat atop it. Suddenly, they all looked up at the sky and shouted:

"Li Wushou, worship me! You may become an immortal!"

His expression was dignified, aloof, and unapproachable!

But despite Li Wushou's best efforts, he was still unable to see the other person's appearance clearly.

This sense of conflict between sight and perception deeply shocked Li Wushou, who was looking down upon the Divine Dynasty.

At this moment, he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion!

Instinct told him that there was no such divine dynasty in the world. From his brief observation, he could discern far more than a handful of true gods.
The aura emanating from these true gods was extremely compelling; they were clearly true gods at the seventh level or above, comparable to Venerables.

This divine dynasty was boundless, and Li Wushou had no idea how big it was!

Are there so many true gods in such a small place?
How can this be? !
The Immortal Mountain, which spans three realms and makes all the Venerables uneasy, only has five Venerables living together!

How could there be such a divine dynasty?
Not to mention the Divine Dynasty's ruler who promised him the title of immortal at this moment—the First Immortal of the Divine Dynasty?
But the feeling of being firmly locked onto by the other person's gaze was incredibly real and clear, and the oppressive feeling even brought Li Wushou a sense of suffocation.

But Li Wushou showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he was furious.
Can you become an immortal by worshipping him?

Play that fucking bullshit!

Li Wushou cursed inwardly.

Li Wushou, in his special state, would not normally experience significant emotional fluctuations, but at this moment his emotions inexplicably stirred, and a surge of anger ignited within him.

If worshipping gods or immortals could make one an immortal, then could one still be called an immortal?
Why did Li Wushou cultivate immortality?
It's not about having overwhelming combat power, but about living freely, unrestrained, and without worries!
After worshipping gods and immortals, can one still live a carefree life?
If he cannot, how can he be called an immortal even if he is invincible in the world?
This is not the "immortal" that Li Wushou imagined!
This is a desecration of Li Wushou's immortal path!
Therefore, he was especially angry!
Amidst the surge of emotions, the skies above the Divine Dynasty were in turmoil. Li Wushou attempted to mobilize his Daoist energy to challenge the ruler of the Divine Dynasty.

But in the next instant, the figure vanished like smoke, and the feeling of being locked onto by Li Wushou's mind vanished into nothingness.

A thought struck me, and the old beggar's silhouette came into view.

The two stood motionless in the void, one above and one below, as if they had never moved.

Li Wushou couldn't tell for a moment whether the old beggar had spoken or not.
And is the bizarre divine dynasty he saw related to the old beggar?
Li Wushou's mind was in turmoil. The old beggar's strange behavior made him somewhat anxious, but due to the restraint of his absolute rational state, Li Wushou did not show it.

Gazing at the old beggar's retreating figure, Li Wushou demanded again:
"who are you?"

The old beggar, however, seemed to have no intention of replying, sitting upright on the three-legged square table with his back to Li Wushou!
Li Wushou's eyes turned cold, and the golden pattern resembling a yin-yang fish slowly undulated between his brows, with the divine aperture of heaven and earth faintly appearing in the gap.

Golden light burst forth from the spirit tablet within the Daoist Spirit Body, and the illusory image of the Daoist Spirit Body floating above his head slowly approached Li Wushou's body.

If the three bodies were just united, it represents the union of the primordial spirit and the physical body.

This moment marks the ultimate union of the primordial spirit, the physical body, and the Dharma.

This should be Li Wushou's strongest state, aside from the blessing of the Golden Core Dragon Seed.

This also meant that if the old beggar didn't reply, Li Wushou was going to get serious! Just then, a long yawn suddenly rang out in the void.

After a long slumber, Chen Gou'er stretched and sat up from his bed in the Three Immortals Pavilion.

"Gurgle!"

A rumbling sound, like muffled thunder, came from Chen Gou'er's stomach. He quickly rushed into the White Paper Taoist Temple, grabbed a bag of white bone cicadas, and poured them into his mouth.

After swallowing with a "gulp," Chen Gou'er rubbed his eyes, looked around in surprise, and asked in astonishment:
"Where is this? What are you two doing posing like that?"

After taking a nap, Chen Gou'er's mind became much sharper, and he immediately noticed something strange between Li Wushou and the old beggar.

Just as Chen Gou'er opened his mouth, light and shadow flickered on the three empty sides of the three-legged square table where the old beggar was sitting.

The phantom images of the three spirit tablets, namely "Li Wushou," "Old Beggar," and "Chen Gou'er," suddenly descended, arranged on three sides of the three-legged square table according to their usual seating order.

The old beggar, who had his back to Li Wushou, suddenly stood up, and the aloof aura surrounding him vanished instantly.

Strangely, the ghostly image of an old beggar still remained in the original seat.

Chen Gou'er rubbed his eyes again and exclaimed:
"Disappearing into existence? Old beggar, you can do that too?"

Just then, the illusory figure of the old beggar sitting on the square table suddenly turned around, his expression fierce and indifferent. He looked around, but his eyes were extremely empty, as if he could not see Li Wushou and the other two.

"hiss!"

Chen Gou'er was startled and was about to point at the old beggar and ask him why he was scaring people!

A speck of incense ash appeared out of nowhere and landed on his lips, instantly silencing Chen Gou'er.

The old beggar stood up and waved his sleeve, and the three-legged square table and the three phantom images of the spirit tablets returned to the Three Immortals Hall together.

Only a ghostly figure remained, half-sitting on the spot, with a dark shadow resembling a puppy under its feet, which had already fainted.

After thinking for a moment, the old beggar bent down and picked it up, then threw it towards Li Wushou and turned back into a shadow behind Li Wushou.

Upon seeing this, Li Wushou's eyes flashed, but he made no move, letting the dark figure fall back.

The old beggar's repeated actions seemed to enrage the phantom that had shed its body from the old beggar, and its expression became increasingly ferocious.

It roared and was about to bite the old beggar.

The old beggar remained expressionless, extending his right hand and pointing a finger at the center of the phantom's brow.

The moment they made contact, golden light burst forth from the old beggar's fingertips, and a suction force emanated from them, causing the phantom to rapidly converge towards the old beggar.

In no time, it transformed into a black bean the size of a soybean and landed in the old beggar's palm.

He flipped his left palm over, and a clay incense burner appeared in his palm.

The incense ash quietly rose, revealing the bottom of the incense burner.

With a flick of his right hand, the black beans fell in, and the incense was covered again.

Li Wushou looked puzzled; it was the first time he had ever seen an incense burner empty.

Although he had previously turned over incense burners, he had only ever secretly borrowed some incense ash and had never actually seen what the bottom of an incense burner looked like.

The bottom of the furnace was a golden expanse, engraved with intricate patterns, giving Li Wushou a strange sense of familiarity.

However, Li Wushou had no time to investigate further, because he discovered that there were actually six or seven more black beans like the ones from before under the incense burner.

The old beggar was definitely not right. What exactly is that thing?
Li Wushou looked solemnly at the old beggar who had put away the incense burner and returned to his lazy self.

The old beggar waved his hand and said:
"Your body is still very delicate, don't ruin it, let's separate first."

Seeing that Li Wushou's expression remained unchanged, the old beggar added:
"Someone's coming. We'll talk about this later!"

(End of this chapter)