Chapter 1033: Chapter 566: Finding the Disciple_2 Chapter 1033: Chapter 566: Finding the Disciple_2 As Elder Ming was considering this, Chen Mobai had already cast his spell, with his right index finger shining a sliver of sharp light, like a keen blade, stabbing and slicing through the air before him.
A pitch-black fissure suddenly split open in the void at the mountaintop.
The fissure continued to expand towards both sides after it cracked open and, in the blink of an eye, a portal wide enough for a person to pass through emerged.
Streams of even colder air gushed out from within, prompting Chen Mobai to take out the Six Yang Divine Fire Mirror without a moment’s hesitation.
“The Yellow Springs Path is nestled between Yin and Yang, a fracture accessible to beings from both the Underworld and the Living World, yet uncomfortable for all…”
Just as Elder Ming was thinking about how to persuade Chen Mobai to let her inside, so she could help bring Luo Yixuan out, the latter took a wooden figure from his storage bag, and after dividing his Divine Sense, he began to navigate the Blue Sun Puppet down the Yellow Springs Path.
“A Longevity Puppet!” Elder Ming recognized at a glance the origin of this wooden figure, it was indeed the Puppetry Technique of their Longevity Sect, “The Saint Heir is actually versed in this as well, truly a man of many talents.”
“Just interested,” Chen Mobai said without admitting that he was actually an expert in this area as his Divine Sense, through the Blue Sun Puppet, was already surveying the Yellow Springs Path.
It was a domain shrouded in thick mists, as if they would never disperse.
Despite the presence of a dim yellow moon in the sky, shedding faint light, Chen Mobai felt as if he was in the midst of an endless night, unable to see his own fingers when he extended his hand.
An eerie atmosphere permeated every corner of the void; with each step he took, the pressure in his Divine Sense increased.
The sensation beneath the Puppet’s feet was as if it were stepping into a vast, boundless desert, and the darkness and chill in the air made the operations of the Divine Sense sluggish.
Amidst the silence that seemed infinite, a thunderclap that could shake the universe suddenly erupted, lighting up the sky with a crimson bolt of lightning, causing his Divine Sense to tremble with intense fluctuations.
But after stopping and waiting for a while, the surroundings returned to that same sinister, terrifying silence as before.
Chen Mobai, controlling the Blue Sun Puppet, tried to move forward again, only to feel suddenly paralyzed.
“Eh!”
Chen Mobai, standing outside the Yellow Springs Path, immediately took out the central Heavenly Calculation Bead that controlled the puppet, and began to check the Blue Sun Puppet, which he had modified himself, from top to bottom.
Although this Heavenly Calculation Bead was a Rank-2 discarded from the puppet factory, it was still considered a high-end product in the Tianhe Realm.
Shortly after, Chen Mobai discovered the problem.
The air within the Yellow Springs Path contained a kind of energy that was toxic to all except Ghost Cultivators. Even without breathing, simply moving through the path would contaminate everything, causing every tangible object to become slow and stagnant.
“It truly is the Underworld!” Chen Mobai exclaimed, and then he switched the puppet to manual mode, driving its limbs with his Divine Sense, and proceeded towards the place where Luo Yixuan lay sleeping.
It was a black mountain!
Luo Yixuan didn’t know how long she had been in this pitch-black space. At first, she had been able to keep track of every moment.
But soon, without any reference points, she realized her sense of time was no longer accurate.
What was the background of that old woman? She was clearly a Golden Core Cultivator yet hid within the Guiyuan Sect for so many years without revealing herself.
Luo Yixuan guessed she might be a demon from the Magic Path, coveting her young and beautiful body, wanting to cultivate it before seizing it for herself.
This realization made Luo Yixuan all the more anxious.
But her cultivation level was only at the Foundation Establishment, with no power to resist a Golden Core Cultivator.
Moreover, to stay alive, she had to feign submission, hoping a turn of events might come.
After all, she was a disciple of the Divine Wood Sect. Her sudden disappearance would surely raise questions, and with her master’s status, it might be possible to ask two elder ancestors for help.
But all this was contingent on her survival.
So, Luo Yixuan cooperated with Elder Ming; they went to Yun Meng Ze to meet with a Magic Daoist Monk, and used secret techniques to modify her birth date and time, to align their destinies together.
She then cultivated the Art of Rebirth in the Underworld, consumed the Huangquan Holy Fruit, and was even placed within this dark, enclosed box, enduring the assault of the cold tide and Yin energy, and facing the unknown fear of her body slowly transforming.
A day, a week, a month, a year, two years, five years, eight years…
Luo Yixuan didn’t know how long she had been in this lonely environment; several times, she felt she was going insane, but her tenacious nature kept her going.
Yet, as the years stretched on, she began to doubt in her heart!
Would her master really come to rescue her?
Having been a deep thinker since childhood, despite the unprecedented affection and familial love she had received in Xiao Nanshan, there was always an indescribable fear deep in her heart.
She understood clearly that her ability to reach Foundation Establishment and return home in glory, compelling the once high and mighty ancestral patriarch of her family to bow and fawn, was all thanks to the best master in the world.
What if, one day, her master no longer wanted her?
Those who have had something are most afraid of losing it again, becoming left with nothing.
Luo Yixuan was very afraid that her warmest decade-plus years spent in Xiao Nanshan were just a fantasy in her heart amidst suppressed anguish and pain.
Every day, when she opened her eyes and looked at this enclosed rectangular space, her fear grew stronger.
After being abducted by Elder Ming, she had consumed three Huangquan Holy Fruits one after another in the span of ten years, her cultivation level surging to the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment Completion, but what followed were violent changes to her body and even more turbulent waves of despair deep within her heart.
She felt her consciousness becoming shorter and shorter in the time it took to awaken under the erosion of the cold and gloomy energy.
Perhaps one day, she would fall into a deep sleep, never to awaken again.
Moreover, that day was not far off!
As her cultivation level grew higher, Luo Yixuan could feel more clearly the omens of her own death.
“Mother…”
Just before falling asleep once more, the totality of Luo Yixuan’s memories from her childhood began flashing through her mind, focusing on the only family member she truly cared about.
However, given the nature of her master and fellow disciples, even if I were to die, they would surely take good care of Mother for me.
Thinking this, Luo Yixuan’s worries for her mother gradually dissolved, and she quickly glossed over the painful memories of her time with the Luo family.
Her memory flashed back to that day.
After dressing up, she followed Luo Yixiu to the Southstream Market, waiting for the Divine Wood Sect’s Town Guard to arrive and take them to the sect.
That was the day that changed her fate because it was the first time she had met him.
At that time, Luo Yixuan could never have imagined that she would someday become his disciple.
The years she spent in Xiao Nanshan were the happiest time of her life.
If only she could have stayed at that time forever.
In Luo Yixuan’s mind, the gentle image of her master, who had always treated her kindly, began to fade as she slowly drifted to sleep.
Thump!
An unprecedented tremor started to spread, attempting to wake up Luo Yixuan, who had just drifted to sleep, but her body could not escape this regularity.
[Who is it?]
She wanted to speak, but she could not open her mouth, nor could she move.
“This is the place!”
Chen Mobai steered the puppet and set foot on a black mountain; the entrance to the Yellow Springs Path that Elder Ming had discovered wasn’t too far from their destination.
He carved open one side of the mountain with a Divine Wood Sword carried by the puppet, entered the body of the mountain, and quickly found a vibrant red sedan chair.
This was a special magic artifact designed to isolate Luo Yixuan’s living human aura, allowing her to transform into a Ghost Fetus in the Womb faster on the Yellow Springs Path.
Following Elder Ming’s instruction, Chen Mobai single-handedly lifted the sedan chair and left the black mountain.
He encountered no accidents on the return journey.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
The Blue Sun Puppet, under Chen Mobai’s control, burst out of the Yellow Springs Path.
Back in the living world, Chen Mobai had no more concerns; he reached out and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.
A girl, white as snow, appeared before his eyes.
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