My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Ye Qingfeng stood under the moonlight, feeling the vast power within his body.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

The hand was no different from before; it was long, clean, and had distinct knuckles.

But it contains a power that mortals cannot look directly at.

But he felt somewhat dazed.

Is it really that simple?

He became an immortal just like that?

He looked around.

The whole world is different now.

Things that were previously invisible are now visible, not through the ability to see spirits, but through their very essence.

The Qi in the mountains flows like streams, converging into a river that flows into the distance.

Those evil spirits hiding in the shadows, those ghosts lurking in the shadows, had nowhere to hide in his eyes. Their fear, greed, and resentment drifted around them like wisps of smoke.

He looked up at the sky.

The chasm is still there, but it's smaller than before.

He could see the essence of that chasm; it was a massive seal that isolated this world from the outside world.

There was a gap in the seal, which was the spot where the sleeve had wiped away.

Especially in the distance, he could clearly sense the places where he had left his mark, and he could clearly hear the voices of the villagers chanting his name.

He smiled slightly.

Is this the perspective of an immortal?

It's definitely different.

He raised his hand, a thought forming in his mind.

A golden-red flame ignited in his palm.

That was the Samadhi Fire, purer and more intense than before.

The flames leaped in his palm, as if cheering, as if celebrating their master's transformation.

With a gentle squeeze, the flames vanished.

He then raised his other hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and made a light sweeping motion in the air.

A beam of sword light shot from his fingertips, streaking across the night sky and landing on a boulder a hundred feet away.

The boulder split silently in two, the break as smooth as a mirror.

Sword control technique.

No, it should be called the Grass Character Sword Technique now.

However, when he looked up again, he saw some illusory lines.

One of them was particularly thick.

He instantly understood that this was a cause-and-effect relationship.

He withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

Just then, he suddenly spoke:

"Now that you're awake, show yourself."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard as it entered the dilapidated temple.

Under the moonlight, the small, fallen stone statue suddenly lit up.

It wasn't golden light, but a warm, soft light, like the solidified moonlight.

The light shone from inside the stone statue, illuminating the entire dilapidated temple.

The statue's eyes moved.

Those eyes were originally just two polished stones, but now they've come to life.

They turned around and looked at Ye Qingfeng standing outside the temple.

Then, a voice came from the stone statue.

The voice was old yet gentle, tinged with weakness, yet it exuded an indescribable air of authority:

"An immortal is here; this old man has been impolite."

Ye Qingfeng turned around and looked at the stone statue.

The stone statue still stood there quietly, but the light emanating from it made it seem as if it had come to life.

On that kind face, those eyes were looking at Ye Qingfeng, filled with awe, gratitude, and a hint of... relief.

Ye Qingfeng didn't speak, he just looked at it.

The mountain god felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze. The light flickered slightly, and he spoke again:

"Please forgive me, Immortal. This old man's remnant consciousness has been dormant for too long. It has only just awakened and is somewhat... somewhat sluggish."

Ye Qingfeng nodded slightly in response.

The mountain god remained silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

It looked at Ye Qingfeng, its gaze falling on his hand—the hand that had just wiped the dirt off its face.

"The immortal just now... helped this old man wipe the dirt off his face."

Its voice trembled slightly:

"This old man thanks the immortal."

Ye Qingfeng remained silent.

The mountain god continued:

"The immortals may not know that the filth is not ordinary dirt."

Ye Qingfeng finally spoke:

"What is it?"

The mountain god's voice deepened:

"That is the decay that belongs to us old gods."

It paused for a moment, then explained:

"I am the mountain god of these 100,000 mountains, the true mountain god. Not one of those evil spirits that occupy the local temple, but a righteous god appointed by Heaven and Earth."

"But a thousand years ago, the chasm descended, sealing this world. An old god like myself was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, and when the chasm fell, I was the first to be hit. That layer of filth is the damage that the Heavenly Dao inflicted on beings like myself."

Its voice carried a hint of bitterness:

"That thing, I can't erase it myself. It's a mark left by the Heavenly Dao, a punishment, and a shackle. I should have perished along with this shackle."

It looked at Ye Qingfeng, its eyes filled with awe:

"But just now, the immortal merely wiped away a large chunk with a light touch of his sleeve, giving this old man a little more time to prolong his life."

Ye Qingfeng listened without changing his expression.

The mountain god continued:

"Although I only have a wisp of consciousness left, I saw the whole scene of the immortal becoming an immortal just now."

It paused, its voice carrying a hint of caution:

"If I may be so bold as to ask, are you... a disciple of a sage?"

Ye Qingfeng glanced at it but did not answer.

The moment he became an immortal, he saw a long line of cause and effect on his body.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be from the Jie Sect. That makes sense, since I've used their name for so long and they haven't refused, it's impossible that the karma between us isn't significant.

But having a lot of debt is not a burden. Ordinary immortals are afraid of getting involved in the karma of mortals, but who would refuse to get involved in the karma of a big shot?

The mountain god quickly said:

"It was presumptuous of me. If the immortal does not wish to speak, then I will not ask."

The mountain god was silent for a moment, then continued:

"Immortal, I have a request."

Ye Qingfeng looked at it, and he already had some guesses in his mind.

Although he didn't witness the scene of the sleeve wiping away the insurmountable barrier, he could sense that it was inextricably linked to him.

And his ascension to immortality was inextricably linked to this mountain god—the wiped-away grime, the awakened remnants of consciousness, the unseen karmic connections—

If the mountain god were to ask him for help to completely remove those wounds of the Heavenly Dao, he wouldn't be surprised.

With his current cultivation level, although he dares not say he can contend with the Heavenly Dao, he can at least try to help this old mountain god.

He looked at the faint figure and said calmly:

"Do you wish for me to wipe away the remaining wounds of the Heavenly Dao for you?"

The mountain god shook his head.

The movement was very light, yet it carried an indescribable calmness.

"The immortal has misunderstood."

Its voice was weak, yet exceptionally clear:

"This old man doesn't need an immortal to help him clean his wounds."

Ye Qingfeng raised an eyebrow slightly.

The mountain god lowered his head, looking at the black grime that was slowly spreading on his body. There was no resentment or unwillingness in his eyes, only a calm that had endured countless ages.

"The immortal's gentle touch just now has already awakened this old man once, and he has said so much. That is enough."

It raised its head and looked at Ye Qingfeng:

"This wound to the Heavenly Dao is my destiny. From the moment that chasm fell, I knew that I would not live much longer."

Ye Qingfeng remained silent.

The mountain god continued:

"I, an old god, am part of the natural order. When the chasm descends and the new order replaces the old, I am destined to die."

It smiled, a very faint smile:

"I've already gained a lot by living these extra few hundred years. I'm just barely clinging to life thanks to the last bit of incense I have left and my attachment to this mountain."

"But we've held on long enough."

It looked at Ye Qingfeng, its eyes full of sincerity:

"What I'm asking the immortals for is not to prolong my life. It's something else entirely."

Ye Qingfeng nodded slightly:

"explain."