Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 343 - 323 Abyss Mountain Preaches the Immortal Dao

Lu Qingfeng flicked his finger, and the thirty-six White Cloud Sky Stairs that stretched across the heavens dissolved into illusion. Those on the stairs tumbled down, only to be caught by the white clouds. Some landed on certain peaks of Zhenyuan Mountain and could still see Lu Qingfeng's silhouette upon the Cloud Platform from afar. Others fell directly outside the boundaries of Zhenyuan Mountain, a hundred miles away.

The Dutian Ghost Generals and Xuanming Yin Soldiers approached the Void once more.

The cloaking mists and the Great Array outside Zhenyuan Mountain rose again, severing the inside from the outside.

There were those who had just arrived, those who were watching from outside and hadn't yet entered, and those who had just been flung out or had fallen; all were barred from entering.

"What's going on?"

"How did I end up outside?!"

"I traveled here from three thousand miles away, my shoes worn through a dozen pairs, begging Duke Guangyuan for mercy to let me in!"

Outside Zhenyuan Mountain, a turmoil erupted. Some were perplexed, others wailed in despair.

Yet the Yin Soldiers Ghost Generals stood erect in silence, paying no mind to them.

In stark contrast, within Zhenyuan Mountain—those who hadn't managed to ascend to the Cloud Platform yet were fortunate to remain on the mountain. They heard a familiar voice, profound as the music of the heavens—

"The Dao is not imparted to the unworthy; the magic is not transmitted to the Six-Eared."

"Since you've entered Zhenyuan Mountain, you're all fated ones eligible to hear the Guangyuan Great Method and join my Xuanmen."

The heavenly sound resonated like a bronze bell, deafening and awakening.

It cleansed the soul and cleared the spirit platform, wave after wave.

Thousands of life spirits within Zhenyuan Mountain trembled, all turning their gaze to the highest place on the Cloud Platform, listening intently to the sound of the Dao.

Lu Qingfeng said no more.

His voice was clear, preaching the Great Dao.

The cultivation path of the Immortal Dao is vastly different from that of the Barbarian God Realm. Lu Qingfeng started from the basics, delving into Daoist scriptures, foundational cultivation, and so forth. His casual dissection and explanation revealed a foundational depth of cultivation that spanned thousands of years.

Within Zhenyuan Mountain, the white clouds drifted, and mists twined about. The echoes of the Dao resonated, unwittingly immersing one deep within.

The white clouds transformed into sweet dew, the mist condensed into jade pearls.

Occasionally falling.

Oblivious to the passage of time, ignorant of hunger's pangs.

Ferdinand and Brandt, though of different kinds, also listened carefully, their expressions contemplative, absorbed within.

Upon the nine meditation cushions on the Cloud Platform,

Six disciples listened earnestly. With two years of foundational knowledge, they held an advantage when understanding theories of cultivation, the most basic concepts like meridians, acupoints, and Daoist terminology.

It was like a review, revisiting familiar concepts.

Adolf, studious in cultivation, had previously practiced the warrior and swordsman's path of the Barbarian God Realm, with Fighting Spirit coursing through his body—quite dissimilar to the Immortal Dao's cultivation path. With many doubts and even contradictions with his own practice, he set aside his reservations, not daring to disturb Lu Qingfeng.

The Dwarf Luo Ke did the same.

Many incomprehensions, many uncertainties. As Lu Qingfeng's lectures grew deeper, earlier confusions would clarify only for new ones to appear.

This left Luo Ke deeply immersed, finding the Immortal Dao mysterious.

Little Dwarf Green, without any foundation in cultivation, listened with utmost concentration. Seated between Adolf and Luo Ke, little more than knee-high, Green might seem inconspicuous, yet his small face was filled with joy, his eyes sparkling with spirit light.

Clearly more spiritually perceptive than Adolf or Luo Ke.

On the other hand, Nehem was overwhelmed with anger and hate, unable to grasp the profound truths of the Dao. With each phrase of Daoist mystery falling on his ears, he found it increasingly irritating. Breathing heavily with rage-fueled eyes, he dared not utter a sound.

Atop the Cloud Platform, a few individuals encompassed the demeanor of tens of thousands of life spirits within Zhenyuan Mountain—

Some were enraptured by the teachings.

Some brimmed with confusion.

Some conflicted internally.

Some were spellbound.

Of course,

There were also those like Nehem who couldn't take in a single word, either agitated or on the verge of slumber, thus estranged from the Immortal Dao and Guangyuan Great Method.

Time passed.

The Great Dao knows no years.

Determined to spread the teachings of the Dao, Lu Qingfeng began with the basics, expounding various rationales, theories, and foundations of cultivation before moving into more specific areas. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Such as various Basic Level and Refined Level Cultivation Techniques.

Such as various Low-level and Middle-level Techniques.

Such as various theories of Alchemy.

Such as different theories of Artifact Refining.

Every aspect of the Immortal Dao contained profound hidden Dao. Lu Qingfeng, like a secret vault of an Immortal Sect, harbored myriad methods and techniques. At this moment, he spoke at ease, unconcerned with how many within Zhenyuan Mountain wished to become his disciples.

He spoke for himself.

During his lecture,

Sword Qi crisscrossed his body, flames ascended, or thunder pervaded.

With the teachings delving deeper,

Fog transformed into Spirit Pills, Zi Qi rose into Magic Artifacts.

As the lecture became more profound,

Those irritated in Zhenyuan Mountain became more so, those drowsy more so, those engaged either more so or gradually perplexed just like the former two.

Lu Qingfeng spent two years,

Cultivating and arranging Zhenyuan Mountain.

Enshrouded by clouds and mist, with the White Cloud Sky Stairs filtering those fated for the Immortal Dao, those compatible. Those of notable Root Bone, regardless, were repelled, or resigned to the mountain's edge.

In passing down the Dao,

Innate perception was paramount.

If one were dull-witted, even if Lu Qingfeng's teachings were intricate and deep, to them it would remain utterly chaotic, of no use.

Intent on emulating the Immortal Sects and Daoist Gates encountered in various realms,

When Lu Qingfeng lectured on the Immortal Dao, he imparted Basic Level and Refined Level Techniques from the Postnatal and Foundation Establishment Stages. He even transmitted parts of the Side Door Level Skills pertaining to Spirit Void. As for what could be remembered and comprehended, it was up to each individual's talent.

The more one remembered, the more one understood.

When one cultivated to a certain level with these teachings and found no path forward, barring great wisdom and tremendous perseverance, expending ten to a hundred times more time and effort to forge ahead on their own,

Otherwise,

The only path left would be to seek the Guangyuan Immortal Sect, to gain further teachings.

With these sacred teachings entrusted and spread about by those who enjoyed them at Abyss Mountain, the entire Abyss Land and even beyond became a cradle for the Guangyuan Immortal Sect to select its disciples. Sitting in quiet meditation on Abyss Mountain, countless talented individuals came forth to be chosen at will.

Thus,

The Guangyuan Immortal Sect was destined to swiftly grow and prosper.

Lu Qingfeng had achieved his goal.

Abyss Mountain.

Lu Qingfeng's voice was at times ethereal, at times impassioned, as he spoke of the various Magic Gates.

With his explanation, he too gained insights, and in the process of repeated analysis, countless sparks of spirit light led to deeper enlightenment.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

Time passed day by day.

Lu Qingfeng did not stop.

Heavenly dew from the clouds and jade pearls from the mist descended like Fasting Pills, preventing hunger and obscuring the passage of time.

One month.

Two months.

Three months.

As his explanations gradually deepened, those with extraordinary talent and exceptional understanding actually stepped onto the Immortal Path right there on Abyss Mountain during Lu Qingfeng's teachings.

The first was the Little Dwarf, Green.

His eyes slightly closed, his tiny body sitting cross-legged as if imitating the posture. His mind shimmered with insights, and Xuan Music played without end. As Lu Qingfeng's words flowed like a river, one Immortal Sect after another was declared. Into Little Green's ears, many Cultivation Techniques vanished, and in the end, only the Yellow Robe True Skill remained.

Lu Qingfeng's eyes were closed, his expression solemn and dignified.

His chanting incessant, and amidst recitation, the mist in the sky condensed into filaments, descending towards Little Green as nourishment for his practice.

Little Green was blissfully unaware.

His Inner Breath became increasingly robust.

Being small and weak and from the frail Dwarf Clan, Little Green had always idolized and envied those with mighty and towering physiques. The Yellow Robe True Skill cultivated the physical body with endless mystery. Upon first hearing it, Little Green was taken with it.

Immersed in practice.

Xuan Music ceaseless.

Following Little Green, among the six disciples recruited by Lu Qingfeng in the Watcher Nest, the eldest disciple Xuan Ning showed a joyful expression, intoxicated as a faint demonic aura spread about him, and his Inner Breath emerged spontaneously.

In an instant,

with an enlightened Dao Heart, he stepped onto the threshold of cultivation. Among the myriad Magic Gates, he chose the Twelve Heavenly Demon God Skill. This Magic Gate was the most bizarre and dangerous among the many Lu Qingfeng was master to. With meditation on the All Heavens Demon Gods, a single misstep could lead to eternal damnation to the Demon Dao.

Therefore,

Even though it was powerful, Lu Qingfeng had never taught it.

Even Qing Mountain and Qingyu practiced only the Luofu Sword Scripture.

This life.

In the Barbarian God Realm,

His eldest disciple Xuan Ning, born a daughter of the Black Prison Clan, chose this path alone among the thousands of skills Lu Qingfeng preached.

Lu Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged.

In the midst of chanting, upon the Cloud Platform, Golden Lotuses sprung from the earth, falling into Xuan Ning's embrace as nourishment for his practice.

Thereafter,

In Abyss Mountain, life spirits continuously awakened to the path of cultivation. Most were newcomers to practice or had only recently begun.

It's easier to steer a small boat.

Such is the reasoning.

Time did not halt.

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

As Lu Qingfeng's teachings became even more profound, the mist stirred wildly around Abyss Mountain, transforming into various scenes—

Sword Immortals controlling swords, their Sword Qi crisscrossing for ninety thousand miles.

Electricity flashing and thunder roaring, wielding the intent of the Heavenly Thunder.

Demonstrating the scenes of Immortal Dao practice.

Gradually, advanced cultivators from the Barbarian God Realm gained sudden understanding, grasping the intricacies of the Immortal Path.

Adolf, with concentrated Sword Intent soaring into the heavens, managed to transform his comprehension of walking the Abyss for a hundred thousand miles into the Sword Dao. His Fighting Spirit surged, and although devoid of True Qi or True Yuan, the spirit of the Luofu Sword Scripture radiated from him.

If he switched to this practice, he would undoubtedly surge forward rapidly.

Beside him, Luo Ke exuded majestic might in all directions, threads of thunder and lightning flickering around him.

He understood the Five Thunder Heart Sutra.

Each had their own path.

White Jade Skull, Ferdinand, his skeletal body growing more translucent, was refining himself using the Xuan Jade Chapter technique.

This Xuan Jade Chapter, a skill Lu Qingfeng had acquired at the Ruyi Sect when he first arrived at the Five Directions Realm, could refine the body post-mortem into a skeletal framework as resilient as Xuan Jade, known as the Xuan Jade Unmelting Bone. Once perfected, it would not only augment cultivation but also assist in combat, a rare wonderful method indeed.

Ferdinand's skeletal form, practicing this technique, was truly complementary.

As for the Hell Three-headed Dog, Brandt, with flickering flames upon his body, the Technique he pondered was the Five Elements Yin Sha Earth Extreme True Fire that Lu Qingfeng had obtained from the Bamboo Mountain Sect's Immortal Mansion.

This was a Super-level Technique, requiring the gathering of the Five Elements Yin Sha to achieve the Earth Extreme True Fire, incinerating all mortal things with its ferocity and strength. What Lu Qingfeng had taught was merely part of its True Intent, lacking the methods to gather the Five Elements Yin Sha.

Brandt felt an itch in his heart.

The Technique was profound, yet it only scratched the surface, its incompleteness vexing him to no end.

He could only continue to meditate on it while listening for more on the flame-oriented skills.

However,

The sublime sounds of the Dao ceased, and infinite mystery dissipated.

Brandt opened his eyes to see 'Duke Guangyuan,' whose gaze was deep as the cosmos, had already stopped.