Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

The conversation in the bamboo grove did not last long.

After a brief chat about the sect's recent situation, Gu Changjin got up to take his leave and returned to the residence prepared for him at Wanxiang Villa.

Although it is called a cave, it is actually a palace complex located in a secluded mountain and river.

In front lies a sacred lake, behind lies a celestial mountain, and beneath the palace is a tributary of a celestial vein, bound by an array.

It has everything: an alchemy room, a weapon-refining hall, a secluded meditation room, and a spirit beast garden.

The villa had also arranged for hundreds of disciples and servants to be stationed there in advance to look after the palace, manage the herb garden, and handle some routine matters.

A terrestrial immortal elder should naturally have the pomp and circumstance befitting a terrestrial immortal elder.

Gu Changjin waved for everyone to leave, then went alone to the depths of the main hall and sat down cross-legged.

Su Yanshan's last words were still echoing in his mind.

The happiest people upon my return were naturally the disciples and grand-disciples of Yue Chongchuan's lineage.

But if some people are happy, others will certainly be unhappy.

Xie Wenchuan's biggest weakness was that he didn't have a true immortal behind him who was willing to stand up for him.

Now that Yue Chongchuan has suddenly "come back to life," this weakness has naturally disappeared.

The balance that the struggle between the Daoists had barely maintained will likely be completely shattered in the shortest possible time.

"What good is cultivating to become an immortal?"

Gu Changjin couldn't help but sigh.

"Still in a cage."

If you yourself don't want to compete, your disciples and followers will.

Moreover, how many of those who truly cultivate themselves to become immortals are actually gentle-natured?

Those who cannot compete, dare not compete, or are even unwilling to compete, have probably already died on the path to immortality.

Those who have survived to this day, which one doesn't have the lives of people from several realms on their hands, and which one would truly be willing to give up their opportunities to others?

"Wherever there are people, there is a world of its own."

Even immortals are not immune to worldly desires.

Gu Changjin shook his head.

However, sectarian conflicts are not the most troublesome thing for the time being.

The real trouble was the senior brother who was about to come and pick him up.

According to Yue Chongchuan's remaining memories, that senior brother was not only an Earth Immortal, but also one of the few in the Mountain and River lineage who also cultivated the Soul Path.

Within his vast realm of mountains and rivers, the light of countless souls shines.

At a glance, one can observe the soul, investigate cause and effect, and see traces of past lives.

Gu Changjin is currently using Yue Chongchuan's identity, relying on the remaining destiny, aura, and traces of mountains and rivers within that Earth Immortal Fruit.

These things are real, but the true soul belonging to Yue Chongchuan has long been completely obliterated.

Will this cheap senior brother notice anything amiss?

Gu Changjin didn't know.

The Dao Fruit can suppress itself, and even a Celestial Immortal might not be able to see through it directly.

But relying entirely on the word "maybe" for his safety has never been his habit.

"Since problems could arise at any time, let's prepare an escape route in advance."

Gu Changjin sank his consciousness into the Dao Fruit.

Crimson, jet black, pure white and many other Dao traces intertwine and flow, and the nine hundred Dao traces converge into one, circling around the outside like a galaxy.

He didn't immediately open up to me.

Instead, it first used the abilities it gained after its transformation before attaining the Dao Fruit.

Peeking into the world ahead of time.

First, consider the world's level, the general era, and the level of danger, then decide how to enter this world.

Gu Changjin's mind stirred slightly.

"Let me see who comes next."

hum!

The Dao Fruit vibrated slightly, and countless Dao marks on its surface lit up.

The next moment, the magnificent hall in front of them slowly disappeared.

Instead, a vast blue sky truly covered hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers.

That sky was not formed naturally, but rather a sky created by the combined forces of a dynasty's national destiny, territory, the will of its people, and the fates of countless officials and generals!

The Great Yin Dynasty has existed for over 18,000 years.

Back then, with the support of the Taicang Immortal Sect, the Great Emperor Taizu of the Great Yin Dynasty overthrew the previous dynasty. He offered sacrifices to the mountains and rivers at the Dingtian Terrace, merging the fortunes of the thirteen states into one.

From that day on, the heavens were born.

The emperor receives his mandate from Heaven, the officials receive their titles from Heaven, and the princes and generals can invoke the might of Heaven through their military formations.

Once the 100,000 elite troops are in formation, their vital energy can penetrate the clouds and suppress the fortune of the land.

A truly powerful general can lead an army to overwhelm the immortal sects and their troops!

The Taicang Immortal Sect, by virtue of its founding achievements, imprinted its own lineage deep within the heavens, sharing the destiny of the Great Yin Dynasty for generations.

The dynasty protects the immortal sects, while the immortal sects suppress the dynasty's fate.

They have long since become an inseparable entity with shared interests.

During the most prosperous years of the Great Yin Dynasty, wherever the heavens covered, the emperor's decree was the mandate of heaven.

A single imperial edict can erase the destiny of a king, and an official seal can stir up storms in an entire city. Even immortal sects, when recruiting disciples, must first examine their celestial register to confirm whether their fate has already been imprinted in the heavens.

However, if one draws strength from Heaven, one is also subject to Heaven's control.

When the heavens are strong, all officials are powerful, and the army is invincible.

When Heaven declines, kings and nobles lose their titles and ranks, and soldiers suffer a backlash of their own blood and energy.

In the scene, time begins to fly by.

The year 18,647 of the Da Yin calendar.

Thirteen states suffered a severe drought, rivers dried up, the land was barren for thousands of miles, and hundreds of millions of people were displaced.

However, in the capital city, Emperor Yin, who had reigned for a thousand years, continued to undertake massive construction projects, drawing upon the fortune of various states to build the Nine Heavens Palace, hoping to extend his own life by one more generation.

Local officials increased taxes at every level, powerful families blocked the granaries, and immortals sat high in the clouds.

The heavens of the Great Yin Dynasty still covered the world, but they had gradually turned from azure to gray and decaying.

In that same year, a young man named Lu Cheng'an emerged from an inconspicuous little town in Hedong.

He obtained half a scroll of the "Huangtian Jishi Jing" in a collapsed ancient temple.

Initially, he only provided medicine to save people, but later he opened granaries to distribute grain, gathered refugees, and led homeless people to cultivate wasteland.

More and more people followed him, including generals from humble backgrounds, strategists in dire straits, holy maidens from immortal sects, and noble ladies from the previous dynasty.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the Huangting Dao Palace, which had been silent for many years, quietly turned its attention to him.

The year 18,650 of the Da Yin calendar.

Lu Cheng'an raised an army in Jiuyuan.

For the first time, a faint, dim yellow veil gathered above the heads of millions of people.

On that day, yellow flags were everywhere.

Countless refugees, monks, and low-ranking soldiers shouted in unison.

"The Blue Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

The world was shaken!

The imperial court of the Great Yin Dynasty ordered the princes of the thirteen prefectures to lead their armies to quell the rebellion.

The array of military formations stirred the heavens, and the azure heavenly might transformed into true dragons, divine generals, and the divine images of mountains and rivers, pressing down upon the Nine Plains.

Among them, a king who had guarded the northern border for many years led 100,000 Xuanjia soldiers south. Wherever the king's banner passed, the wind and snow froze for thousands of miles.

However, in the Battle of Chensha Plain, the Xuanjia Army's formation was breached head-on by the Huangtian Dao Army.

The royal banner was broken, and the 100,000-strong Xuanjia army collapsed.

After this battle, the Yellow Heaven Army, which was originally regarded by the court as a rebellion of displaced people, truly gained the right to compete with Heaven for the world for the first time.

This defeat was recorded in only a short sentence in the vast historical records that followed.

The scene continues forward.

Every time Lu Cheng'an captures a city, Huang Tian gains an extra wisp of fortune.

When a state is occupied, the heavens darken by a fraction.

He first defeated the imperial army, then defeated the local vassal kings.

Afterwards, he went on to fight across the land, suppressing various rebel armies that had also risen up, subjugating powerful families and clans, and defeating one immortal sect after another that supported the Great Yin Dynasty.

Huangting Daogong has finally emerged from behind the scenes.

Countless immortal soldiers clad in yellow armor stepped out of the mountain gate and merged into the Yellow Heaven Army formation.

The originally faint, dim yellow sky gradually covered half of the country.

The year was 18,672 of the Da Yin calendar.

Huang Tianjun's army approached Tianjing.

The Taicang Immortal Sect awakened twelve guardians who had been asleep for ten thousand years, and 360,000 Cangjia Dao soldiers lined up in the imperial city.

The decaying heavens cast their final rays.

In that battle, the mountains and rivers outside Tianjing City were sunk three times.

Countless military formations shattered, and countless immortal soldiers perished.

Finally, Lu Cheng'an stepped onto the Dingtian Terrace and placed the "Huangtian Jishi Jing" on the national seal that had been passed down for more than 18,000 years in the Great Yin Dynasty.

The azure sky crumbled inch by inch.

The official seals of all the officials in Tianjing were shattered at the same time, and the celestial registers on the princes of the thirteen states were extinguished one by one.

The accumulated fortune of the Great Yin royal family, the Taicang Immortal Sect, and the thirteen states over countless years was completely swallowed up by that dim, yellow sky.

A golden sky truly rises above the heads of all living beings.

Lu Cheng'an ascended the throne at Dingtiantai.

The country's name was Da Ning.

Later historical records only briefly mentioned the final outcome of that era.

After the death of the Great Yin Dynasty, the Great Ning Dynasty was established.

The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!