Yellow Court Daoist

In reality, clouds and smoke drift, and decades pass in a flash.

In the game,

since Ding Yu attained Earth Immortal Dao Fruit, it has been one thousand eight hundred years.

...

Five Directions Realm.

West Continent.

In the early years of this continent, plagued by demons and exhausted of Spiritual Energy, all spirit veins large and small had fallen.

After the great calamity.

As time elapsed, the Immortal Dao revived.

Immortal Dao legacies buried under the ruins were unearthed, one sect after another.

Left Dao, side doors, upper doors.

Many Immortal Sects of West Continent prospered under the leadership of exceptional inheritors, rising anew.

Slowly showing signs of rejuvenation.

Among them,

led by Sanwen Immortal Sect, Eight Gods Temple, and Saint Armor Sect, the three major upper doors unify all the small side doors, Left Dao, and Loose Cultivators of West Continent to establish the 'West Continent Cultivation Alliance'; to jointly advance or retreat, resist the ubiquitous demons of Five Directions Realm, oppose the Longevity Alliance, and also present a strategic formation against East Continent Alliance and South Sea Alliance.

Within the three major upper doors of West Continent's alliance, the Eight Gods Temple is proficient in 'Nourishing Acupoint Skill', nurturing the spirit veins and establishing Spirit Caves, hence the Spiritual Energy of West Continent recovers far faster than East Continent and South Sea.

Spirit veins spread throughout.

With Eight Gods Temple's significant influence, all Immortal Sects of West Continent also benefit.

Yet, among the vast West Continent, the place with the richest Spiritual Energy remains to be 'Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge'.

...

"Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge truly is a treasure."

"Listening to those tribesfolk who come back from traveling outside, the Spiritual Energy of other Earth Realms pales in comparison to Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge. Many couldn't endure and returned after just three to five years."

Within the lush green bamboo forest, a young boy with a tiger-headed face follows behind a young man, walking through the forest, occasionally stopping to clear the earth and dig up bamboo shoots.

While digging, he also chats with the young man before him.

The young man, wielding an iron pickaxe, gazes into the seemingly endless bamboo forest with a look of reverence, speaks, "You're young; it's normal not to know. However, I heard from the elders that Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge has no trivial origin."

"What is its origin?"

The boy, intrigued, turns his head to look at the young man.

Meng Qiu, carrying a back-basket, while searching for medicinal spirit bamboo shoots, recalls, "It is said that 1,800 years ago, Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge was barren land where no grass grew. It was a desolate place. But that year, an Immortal on a dragon landed here. The twelve divine dragons ridden by the Immortal laid down and became the twelve mountain ranges in Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge. Our Meng family ancestors lived on the original barren ground. Once the barren land turned into a treasured place, our ancestor cultivated in the ridge, and now, nearly two thousand years later, our Meng family is also a prominent grand family in Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge."

Speaking of the Meng family, young Meng Qiu showed some pride.

"Ah!"

"Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge has such an incredible origin?"

The boy Meng Huo suddenly became interested, rushing to inquire, "The divine dragons transformed into Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge, but what about the Immortal? Where did the Immortal go?!"

Cultivators practice.

Starting from Postnatal, through Foundation Establishment, Spirit Void, Core Formation, to the Four States of Primordial Spirit, one can then achieve True Immortal.

Although the Meng family is a prominent grand family within Twelve Dragon Immortal Ridge, they only have two True Man ancestors to preside.

The realm of Immortals is still unattainably distant.

And Meng Huo has only ever heard of the names of these two ancestors and has never seen them, naturally being intensely curious.

"The Immortal—"

Meng Qiu, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes glance towards the depths of the bamboo forest, skeptically stated, "It is said that this Immortal is sleeping within the ridge, some say there is more than one Immortal in the ridge. Some say the Immortal is a kind old man with benevolent eyes, while others say it's an Immortal Child. Most of these large and small bamboo forests in the mountains sprouted out of nowhere within thirty to fifty years because of this Green Bamboo Immortal Child. And some say a heavenly fairy descended to earth, some have even seen the fairy weeping under the starry night...

All in all, opinions vary, hard to distinguish the true from the false, even the elders in the family do not know. Perhaps only the biggest 'Three Families and Four Sects' in the ridge know."

"If there really is an Immortal, I wonder if they could cure my Dantian."

Meng Huo holds his belly, eyes lighting up, then dimming again.

Seeing this, Meng Qiu secretly blames himself, hurriedly comforting, "The world has countless Spiritual Medicines and Immortal Pills, and Great Cultivators possess vast Divine Skills. Your Dantian merely cannot accumulate Inner Breath, wait until big brother achieves Foundation Establishment, entering the family's Demonstration Hall, I will find the top Pharmacist and Alchemist in the family to refine medicines and alchemy pills for you, surely it will be cured."

In the Cultivation family, younger brother Meng Huo's Innate Elixir Field is damaged, unable to accumulate Inner Breath, thus unable to cultivate.

His future is bleak.

Meng Qiu, as an older brother, naturally can't bear it.

Seeing the big brother worrying, Meng Huo hides his disappointment, grinning, "Big brother need not worry about me. If I cannot cultivate, I can still study pharmaceutics. In the future, as big brother cultivates, I will prepare medicines and alchemy for big brother."

"Good lad!"

Hearing this, Meng Qiu is reassured, but knows that his younger brother is just saying he doesn't mind, yet deep down, he really wants to practice. Seeing those high-up cultivators in the family, his eyes always show great envy. And being sensible and understanding, not wanting to make him worry, even if wanting to practice, he secretly wakes up in the middle of the night to practise boxing and footwork in the courtyard.

The lad thinks he doesn't know.

Meng Qiu then pretends not to know, but inside, he cares deeply.

"Hehe."

Meng Huo giggles foolishly, revealing a row of white teeth. Suddenly, his eyes fixate on something ahead, seeing a child about five or six years old, trembling unsteadily, momentarily emerges from within the bamboo forest.

The little child has a face like white jade, rosy and tender skin, dressed in an emerald bamboo green garment, barefooted, looking quite spirited.