Chapter 1 The 'Hui'

"Hui!"

Looking at the disheveled, haggard beggar, Zhulong's expression remained unchanged, but his heart surged with shock.

In the ancient years, before the turmoil that had happened such a long time ago, the heavens and earth had undergone a great change.

On that day, thunderclouds filled the sky, and strange phenomena erupted everywhere from the firmament to the Milky Way. For a time, the world was shaken, and many powerful figures were alarmed.

Ten monsters, both demonic and not, yet neither demons nor monsters, were born between heaven and earth.

These ten demon-ghosts possessed boundless magic power. Wherever they passed, mountains and rivers collapsed, rivers and seas dried up, and countless living beings were devoured and slaughtered.

Eventually, the Heavenly Court took action, and the War God who held up the sky led an army down to the realm, finally suppressing and killing these ten great demon-ghosts.

However, after one cycle, these ten great demon-ghosts reappeared. Although they had no memory of their past lives, their ferocity was even greater. Only then did people realize that these ten great demon-ghosts actually possessed an indestructible body.

And Hui was the most cruel and ferocious of those ten great demon-ghosts, once having a record of devouring fortune!

"What...what's your name?"

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Zhulong lowered his voice, as if afraid that too loud a sound would kill this monster.

Having lived long enough, he naturally understood a lot.

This beggar in front of him seemed weak, but if anyone killed him, it would instantly attract the extremely ferocious poisonous dragon, Hui!

Lin Qianlong lowered his head blankly.

In the decades since his cultivation was crippled, he had tasted the helplessness and sorrow of mortals, becoming increasingly numb. If there wasn't still a glimmer of hope, he would probably have gone mad and died long ago.

"Uncle Lin, I've come to see you."

Zhulong looked back and saw a middle-aged woman with a face weathered by wind and frost approaching with a food container.

Then, he saw this Hui, with his disheveled hair and cold expression, reveal a fleeting smile.

Silently accepting the cornbread handed over by the woman, Lin Qianlong sighed, "You...don't come anymore in the future..."

His heart stirred with an indescribable emotion.

Ever since his cultivation was crippled and he fell into Mu City, the little girl of the past, now a middle-aged woman, had been bringing him food day after day for decades.

"I'm used to it."

The woman skillfully packed up the food container, glanced at Zhulong who had retreated a few steps into the crowd, and casually replied:

"Uncle Lin, I heard that the Daoist priest returned several years ago. You...just admit your mistake. The Daoist priest, he's a good person."

"A good person, a good person..."

The cornbread was crushed into a pulp. Lin Qianlong pounded on his legs that had been useless for many years, and roared like a beast, as if unable to restrain his emotions:

"Yes, I'm going to see him! I...I want to ask him in person, what exactly unforgivable sins has Lin Qianlong committed?!"

With that, he stuffed the entire cornbread into his mouth and, dragging his legs that had been broken for many years, he began to crawl towards the outside of the city.

"Hey, Uncle Lin, what are you doing again? Shouyang Mountain is more than a hundred miles away from here, how can you crawl there?..."

The woman never expected that a casual remark would trigger such a big reaction from Lin Qianlong. She panicked for a moment, and was about to chase after him with the food container.

Unexpectedly, after crawling a few steps, Lin Qianlong sighed again in frustration and collapsed on the ground.

Shouyang Mountain was only a hundred miles away from Hunn Yi City. Even if his legs were crippled, he could still crawl there. However, that Daoist priest's cultivation was unfathomable.

If he didn't want to see him, how could he find him? And even if he found him, what could he do?

He didn't dare to ask that day, so would he dare to ask now?

No one in Hunn Yi City knew that the Hong Xuan Daoist, who was known as the number one in the world, had seen him, such a beggar, before returning to the mountain...

"Who am I waiting for, waiting for whom..."

Recalling that day's meeting, his mind wandered for a long time. In the end, he tugged at his tattered robe to cover his face and lay on the side of the road, motionless like a dead man.

"This person's state of mind has been broken..."

In the crowd, Zhulong quietly watched this scene, shaking his head in his heart while secretly marveling at the methods of the Hong Xuan Daoist.

The ten great demon-ghosts, known as the 'Ten Ferocious Ones of Emperor Heaven', were all born from heaven and earth, and were the most unruly and ferocious. In the ancient years, many great gods and Buddhas had tried to take them as mounts, but all failed.

All kinds of supernatural powers were exhausted, but their inherent ferocity could not be broken. Even if they were reborn as humans, their fundamental nature would not change. But at this time, this Hui's state of mind had clearly been broken.

Unable to advance, unwilling to retreat, unable to die.

Where was even a trace of ferocity left?

Zhulong hesitated, wondering whether to intervene, but suddenly frowned and looked back at the north of the city, "Hmm?"

Buzz~

In the north of Hunn Yi City, a stream of light rose from the ground, exploding like fireworks, reflecting a Dao platform that was higher than all the pavilions and buildings in the city.

It was the teleportation platform.

Teleportation platforms had existed for a long time, dating back to the time when the Great Xia Dynasty was founded. It was said to be the work of the Great Xia Celestial Master's Mansion, used to connect various places.

However, compared to the teleportation platforms of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Great Zhou Dynasty's were far inferior. Not to mention reaching all the continents, even teleportation within the Great Zhou's territory could only be used by cultivators above the Golden Core stage.

And they would even be injured.

In the past, it was mostly used by the Imperial Court to spread decrees.

"There's actually a teleportation platform in Hunn Yi City? That's right, with that Daoist master around, how could the craftsmen from the Heavenly Craftsman's Office dare not put their heart into it?"

"I heard that one of the four hundred and ninety-six reforms of the Great Zhou Dynasty was this teleportation platform. I heard that this teleportation platform has been restored to its former glory, and even ordinary people can be in it without being repelled and killed?"

"There have been similar rumors in previous years, but do you dare to try it? With our cultivation, if something goes wrong, we're afraid we'll be annihilated."

...

Seeing the shadow of that divine light, people in various streets of Hunn Yi City began to discuss it, and people in various restaurants and courtyards also got up to look.

The teleportation platform in Hunn Yi City was only newly completed. It was said that only those from the Imperial Capital could use it to come here. Seeing someone coming at this time, they couldn't help but feel curious.

"This Long Xingyi, has he really obtained that master's inheritance?"

Listening to the various discussions, Zhulong felt even more strange. Thinking about what he had seen and heard in the past few days, he seemed to have noticed something, but it also felt like everything was covered in a layer of fog.

...

Whoosh~

The divine light was faint, like rolling tides, like floating clouds.

"No wonder few great cultivators use this to travel between places."

Qiao Moke frowned slightly, "Although it's much better than before, it still can't compare to the Great Xia Dynasty back then..."

Being in it was like losing all sense of the outside space. He only felt that everything was upside down and cyclical, which was extremely difficult to adapt to.

Even with his current cultivation, it was still like this, let alone those with shallow cultivation.

Although they wouldn't be injured, the expensive teleportation fee and the extremely uncomfortable experience made it no wonder that it hadn't been promoted for more than ten years.

While his thoughts were turning, he was also a little surprised.

Because beside him, his son seemed unaware at this time, curiously looking at the surrounding bizarre and fantastical scenery, seemingly without the slightest discomfort.

Taking a look at him, Qiao Moke felt a headache.

Compared to his daughter, this son seemed extremely unusual. He found it hard to imagine that a normal child would not say a word to his parents or anyone else from birth to the age of eighteen because he didn't want to talk.

"What truly exquisite creations, the one who built this system, must be extraordinary."

Sensing his father's gaze, Qiao Damo didn't mind, looking at the surrounding upside-down, disordered, and extremely complex light and shadow, seemingly lost in it.

"You can understand it?"

Qiao Moke glanced at him.

The Great Xia Dynasty's teleportation platforms were once spread all over the continents and seas, used to exchange what they had and to reach all places. It was an extremely incredible creation.

After the collapse of the Great Xia Dynasty, only a few remnants remained, and it was still difficult to restore it to its peak state.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the great Confucians in the Imperial City couldn't understand it.

"It's naturally difficult to go from nothing to something, but understanding it, of course, isn't difficult."

Qiao Damo glanced at his father, hesitated to speak, and fell into contemplation.

Seeing this, Qiao Moke joked, "What, don't you understand? Why aren't you talking?"

Ever since he knew that this kid was deliberately not speaking, Qiao Moke's teeth itched with hatred. If it weren't for the tigress at home protecting her cub, he would have wanted to hang him up and beat him for three months at the time.

Even if he couldn't beat him, he still wanted to see this little guy embarrassed.

But in the next moment, his face turned black.

"I was afraid that father wouldn't understand, so I was pondering and organizing my words. This teleportation system has many magical aspects, but its operating principles are not difficult."

Qiao Damo didn't care about his father's dark face, and said while pondering:

"It's nothing more than using spirit energy as a conduit, using the vibrations of many formation platforms as traction, attracting spirit energy here to achieve mutual teleportation to specific locations...

At this time, we seem to be in the clouds, but in reality, we are wrapped in spirit energy, traveling through the void, so its speed is naturally extremely fast..."

"You..."

Just as Qiao Moke was surprised and suspicious, the light around him suddenly dissipated, and the vision that had been sealed for a long time suddenly became extremely wide.

And his gaze, for the first time, looked towards the distant mountains, his expression slightly moving, with tension and apprehension: "Shouyang Mountain..."

Everyone thought that An Qisheng had stayed in the Imperial Capital after the Heaven Worship Ceremony, but only a few people, including him, knew that their teacher had left the Imperial Capital long ago, and no one knew where he had gone.

He only learned a few years ago that the teacher had returned to Shouyang Mountain.

"Is that Shouyang Mountain that father has been talking about for so long?"

Qiao Damo glanced at the mountains, but before he could take a closer look, a sense of trepidation suddenly arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but lower his eyes and look towards the south of the city.

He had spiritual anomalies from birth, and the '卍' character imprint was born with him. He had a sense of everything related to himself.

And at this time, he felt that in this city, there seemed to be a very important 'person' to him.

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Moke also came back to his senses. Having personally seen the strange phenomenon of Qiao Damo's birth, he attached far more importance to his son than he showed.

"I can't say for sure."

Qiao Damo rarely frowned, took his father's hand, and pointed to the south of the city, indicating that he wanted to go there.

"How can there be a reason not to pay respects to the founder first?"

Qiao Moke muttered, seeing his son's brows tightly furrowed, he could only agree. With a thought, he had already swept across the city and landed in front of the city gate in full view of the public.

But he saw that his son had already broken free from his palm and stood in front of a disheveled beggar:

"You, are you waiting for me?"