This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Qingfeng didn't rush to leave Lizhou, but instead changed direction and decided to explore further.

More than half a month later, a vast swamp, as large as a sea, blocked their way.

Just as Qingfeng was about to take a detour to leave, he suddenly felt as if a flash of inspiration had crossed his mind.

Turning my head, I saw a low hill not far from the edge of the swamp, and the spiritual energy seemed to emanate from that hill.

Suddenly, Qingfeng became interested and appeared on the top of the low mountain in a flash. Looking around, he saw only a dead tree that had been struck by lightning and was now only half a tree. It was charred black and lifeless.

"what?"

Just as Qingfeng was about to leave, he suddenly saw a tender green bud waving in the wind from the crack in the charred tree stump.

As my mind wandered outwards, I immediately sensed a faint yet incredibly pure life force being nurtured.

In addition, he sensed a spirituality, a spirituality completely different from that of ordinary plants.

"A withered tree comes back to life, a miracle of nature... truly the work of my master."

Qingfeng smiled happily.

I never expected that while traveling the world, I would encounter the guidance left by my master back then.

Looking at the half-charred tree stump, Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Although it received guidance from the Dao Ancestor, it was clear that the master did not want to interfere too much at the time, so he only gave it a little opportunity.

If this dead tree is to be completely reborn and transformed, it will probably need at least several hundred years of accumulation.

Thinking of this, Qingfeng smiled and said:

"It is fate that we meet. Since that is the case, I, this humble Taoist, will lend you a hand..."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and used his fingers as a pen to carve four characters on the tree stump: Everlasting Green.

Not only that, he also took out his exclusive Taoist sect leader's seal and imprinted it on it.

The moment the seal was lowered, the entire mountainside changed.

The mountain, already a place of natural beauty, has become even more enchanting now.

The withered tree had also changed; it seemed to have gained some kind of divinity, as if it had been favored by heaven and earth.

The tender buds that were originally hidden in the cracks of the tree began to grow rapidly, and in just a few breaths, they grew into a branch that was three zhang tall.

With its branches and leaves spread out, it presented a magnificent scene of lush growth.

This is only the surface. In the true inner core of the tree, a spirituality is quietly transforming, becoming as if it has come to life, learning how to autonomously absorb and release the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it.

Qingfeng reached out and gently patted the withered branches of the big tree, and smiled:

"Cultivate yourself diligently, and whether you can attain enlightenment depends on your own destiny."

Having said that, Qingfeng lightly tapped his foot, and his figure instantly disappeared into the wilderness.

As the spring breeze blows, the newly sprouted twigs sway, as if gently bidding farewell to this benefactor of the Great Way.

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It's small compared to the other states.

But for Qingfeng, who came from the Jingming Cave, the size of Lizhou was greater than the entire world he had ever seen before.

The breeze changed direction and traveled for another six months before finally stopping on the bank of a large river.

Before he came, he had heard in the city that there was a great river on the west side of Nanli Prefecture called Luoshui, which was the dividing line between Nanli Prefecture and Xitian Prefecture.

Legend has it that the Luo River originates from the endless snowfields of northern Luzhou, flows through Luzhou, Yunzhou, Central Divine Land, Tianzhou and Lizhou, and finally enters the Tibetan Sea of ​​Ruins.

It is the largest river in the entire Xuanhuang Great World.

Its widest point is said to be nearly a thousand miles wide, almost indistinguishable from the ocean.

At this moment, Qingfeng was facing the great river called Luoshui.

Crossing the Luo River, you'll find yourself on the opposite side of Xitian Prefecture.

"Fly over?"

Qingfeng stood by the river and muttered to himself.

But then I thought about it again and realized it wasn't interesting.

Since we're not in a hurry to get there, we can just build a boat and row over slowly.

Without hesitation, Qingfeng cut down some timber in the forest on the shore and used his magical powers to transform it into a wooden boat about seven or eight zhang in size.

There is a pavilion on the boat, complete with tables, chairs and benches.

Looking at the wooden boat on the water, Qingfeng smiled slightly and muttered to himself:

"This power to manipulate fate is indeed very useful; it seems I'll have to put more effort into mastering it..."

Having said that, he jumped onto the wooden boat. The boat had no oars and moved forward spontaneously, following the will of the gentle breeze.

In no time at all, they were far from the shore and deep into the river.

Standing at the bow of the boat, facing the wind, Qingfeng felt refreshed and delighted as he looked at the vast, misty river.

Fortunately, he managed to find a bamboo pole and sat at the bow of the boat to start fishing.

The wooden boat was not fast, and the flowing river forced it to travel in a diagonal line, increasing the distance of the journey by at least several times.

It would take at least ten days to half a month to get to the other side.

Such a deep and wide river must contain many rare and wondrous things that are hard to find in the mortal world.

Qingfeng wanted to see if he would encounter anything interesting along the way.

For example... that small boat that's only about ten feet long not far away.

"Young master...young master...may I ask if you came from the riverbank? I'm fishing on this river, but I've lost my way due to the fog and can't find my way back. Could you please show me the way?"

The speaker was an elderly fisherman who looked to be around fifty or sixty years old.

Wearing a straw hat and raincoat, holding a bamboo pole, he waved to the breeze.

However, Qingfeng didn't even glance at him before letting the wooden boat pass in front of the old fisherman and slowly disappear into the mist on the river.

The old fisherman stood there, stunned, watching the breeze drift away and disappear, and could only sigh helplessly.

The fog on the river grew thicker, but Qingfeng remained seated at the bow of the boat, continuing to fish.

Suddenly, a huge figure seemed to appear in the mist.

It slowly broke through the fog and approached the small boat carried by the gentle breeze.

Only when you get closer can you see clearly that it is a huge ship with luxurious decorations and a magnificent appearance.

The people on the giant ship seemed to have noticed Qingfeng as well. A handsome and distinguished young man walked to the bow of the ship, cupped his hands in greeting to Qingfeng, and said:

"Young master, you have a refined taste. I have never seen such a charming person on the Luo River. If you don't mind, would you please board my boat for a chat? My boat has all kinds of fine wine and beautiful women. Please..."

Qingfeng didn't even lift his eyelids, and just glided past.

They disappeared into the mist once again.

This time it seemed to have quieted down, and we didn't encounter any small boats or large ships.

About an hour later, Qingfeng finally shifted his gaze from the river to the distance not far ahead.

He shook his head and sighed softly.

"They're really persistent..."

In the distance, a small boat could be seen floating on the undulating river.

On the sampan lay a beautiful young woman with a slender figure, but barely breathing.

The woman seemed to see the wooden boat in the gentle breeze, and weakly raised her hand, calling out:

"Help...help..."