This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Nangong Yue has gone down the mountain.

He only took a sword and a small bundle.

The cheerful girl who was always smiling just a few days ago is now expressionless, with a hint of murderous intent lurking in her eyes.

Li Daoxuan thought she would use that request to ask him to help her take revenge.

However, Nangong Yue did not mention this matter. Her request was not worth mentioning to Li Daoxuan. He simply asked him to take her to Tianxiang City.

That's it.

Li Daoxuan didn't say much, only saying: Let's go.

The two then set off.

I spent the night in Yanghe Town, which wasn't far away, and asked around for directions to MixC.

However, this place is too far from Tianxiang City. No one in Yanghe Town has ever been to that legendary city, and people say they are going in all directions.

Helpless, Li Daoxuan could only deduce from his own experience that Tianxiang City was at least not in the south.

"Let's head north..."

Just as Li Daoxuan was about to use his Taoist magic to calculate, Nangong Yue suddenly spoke up.

"Do you... know where it is?"

Nangong Yue shook her head, looking north and murmuring:

"I don't know, but... Master always stares blankly to the north."

Li Daoxuan remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

The two then headed north towards the Celestial City, whose direction they had no idea.

Whenever they encountered a city along the way, they would go in and inquire.

From a few fragments of information, we can gradually deduce the specific location.

This gave Li Daoxuan a definite goal.

After confirming the location, Nangong Yue hesitated several times, as if she wanted to ask something.

Li Daoxuan sensed her thoughts and asked with a smile:

"Are you wondering why I didn't take you there on a golden flight?"

A few days later, although Nangong Yue had not completely recovered from her self-blame and sadness, she was at least willing to speak.

Hearing Li Daoxuan's question, she nodded and said:

"Nangong Yue was blind; she previously mistook the senior for a demon, never imagining that the senior was actually the legendary Earth Immortal. The journey to Tianxiang City is tens of thousands of miles long; if we rely on walking..."

Nangong Yue's family background in martial arts seems to be far more extensive than that of ordinary people in the lower echelons of the martial arts world.

At least she understood what a "terrestrial immortal" meant.

Li Daoxuan did not deny it. Although he was not the same as a martial arts immortal, this little misunderstanding would not have any impact.

"I can indeed fly, but I don't want to fly."

The two were walking on a mountain path. Not far to the side was a cliff. Li Daoxuan walked to the cliff and looked at the distant mountains with a calm satisfaction and joy in his eyes.

His improved cultivation level meant that his state of mind was no longer limited to a state of calm and indifference, but rather he felt a joy in seeing the myriad forms of all living beings in the world.

A sunny disposition, almost pure yang.

My heart is almost free of any gloom or negative emotions.

"Whether one is an immortal or a mortal, wouldn't it be a pity if one always rushed through this world?"

Li Daoxuan sighed, then turned to look at Nangong Yue and said:

"I helped you simply because I had nothing better to do. But that doesn't mean I have to do things your way, do you understand?"

Nangong Yue was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, feeling a sense of unease, after all, the person before her was a legendary Earth Immortal...

She quickly clasped her hands and bowed, saying:

"This junior dares not..."

Li Daoxuan gave her a deep look. This girl wasn't like this when they first met. Although Nangong Yue was always chattering and noisy back then, Li Daoxuan actually preferred to see that kind of Nangong Yue.

However, a knot in one's heart cannot be untied by a few words of comfort.

"Alright, let's go. It's such a long way; it might take at least half a year to get there..."

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From deep winter to early spring, it was already February in the Chinese calendar.

As the snow melts, all things come to life, and the world is once again teeming with vitality.

Li Daoxuan and his companion had been gone for over a month.

We encountered quite a few things along the way.

Time can heal wounds, or at least temporarily cover them up.

Nangong Yue has finally regained some of her former liveliness, and she would chat and laugh with Li Daoxuan from time to time.

After more than a month, Nangong Yue finally realized how naive her idea of ​​secretly running down the mountain to go to Tianxiang City had been.

Putting aside the strange beasts you might encounter on the road, the most dangerous thing is actually your own fellow human.

On one occasion, Nangong Yue encountered a man who looked like a hunter. The man was hanging upside down, entangled in vines. Without thinking, Nangong Yue went to save him, but unexpectedly lost her footing and fell directly into a trap.

He was also poisoned by a strange toxin, which left him weak all over and unable to even muster his internal energy.

The hunter untied the vines and jumped down, then, together with his companions who had been lying in ambush, captured Nangong Yue.

Nangong Yue was shocked and turned her head to look, but she could not see Li Daoxuan anywhere.

The group captured Nangong Yue and brought her back to the mountain stronghold, where she was almost raped.

Fortunately, Nangong Yue was quite strong, and her resistance to the drugs exceeded their calculations. In the end, she broke free from her restraints and fought her way out of the mountain stronghold.

When she walked out of the mountain stronghold covered in blood, Li Daoxuan was standing at the entrance, watching her and smiling.

From then on, Nangong Yue understood that the good and bad people in this world were not as simple as they appeared to be.

The key point is that this is not an isolated case. Along the way, there have been countless similar incidents, whether personally experienced or seen from the perspective of an observer.

This is a world devoid of morality and righteousness. Under the rule of the strong ruling the world, everything is determined by strength.

Nangong Yue had spent nearly twenty years of her life on Bixia Mountain, so she could never imagine that the world was so big and that people's hearts were so deep.

Her chivalrous heart was now also protected by an extra layer of self-defense.

Every time Nangong Yue encountered such a situation, she couldn't help but ask Li Daoxuan why he didn't just fly up to the sky and reach his goal for some peace and quiet, instead of having to walk step by step through the human world and watch these uncomfortable things happen one after another.

Li Daoxuan did not explain, but continued to walk forward step by step. If he encountered injustice, he would not solve it in a domineering way like a strongman, but would patiently educate and correct the wrongs little by little.

Nangong Yue was unaware that this was Li Daoxuan's purpose in traveling the world.

Accumulating merit is one aspect, while observing the myriad aspects of life in the world is another.

Only by using all things in the world as a mirror can we see our true selves.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the second month of spring, heaven and earth begin anew.

Under the light drizzle, the two unknowingly entered a rather unusual place.

There is no vitality of spring here; instead, death permeates the air.

The surrounding mountains and forests are rugged and sparsely populated, with no birds, beasts, snakes, rats, fish, or insects to be seen.

Not to mention Li Daoxuan, even Nangong Yue sensed that something unusual was amiss here.