Ten slaves, a hundred slaves, a thousand slaves...
The butcher's knife was brandished, and blood flowed like a river.
Endless resentment, unwillingness, and anger, mixed with the aura of bloodlust, surged into the ancestral land of the Jurchen people.
The Jurchen spirits tainted with blood and evil spirits have become much more lethal; ordinary Yin soldiers are injured if they are grazed, and die if they are touched.
Seeing this, Lin Yi raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand and said, "By imperial decree, may the heavens send forth sweet rain to save the souls of the dead."
The yang energy of heaven and earth gathered together and transformed into raindrops, which fell on the female spirits tainted by the bloodthirsty energy.
As the bloodthirsty aura faded, the incense and prayers that had condensed the spirit's body were also cleansed. The cleansed spirit was drawn to the Netherworld and reluctantly entered it.
Outside, the Jurchen people's frenzied blood sacrifices continued, and the war between the Ming Dynasty's imperial court and the Jurchen ancestral lands was not yet over.
But Lin Yi understood that the outcome was already predetermined.
A month later, the majestic and domineering aura of the emperor swept across the ancestral land of the Jurchens, forcing a deity to awaken from its slumber.
In the void, two purple suns collided incessantly.
Lin Yi, having successfully completed his mission, had already left. The remaining matters were far beyond the purview of a second-tier mage like himself.
The Jurchen people, severely weakened, hid in the mountains and forests, silently licking their wounds.
Lin Yi returned to the Northern Expeditionary Army and announced Emperor Zhaode's order that the Northern Expeditionary Army would be transformed into a reclamation force and take root in the Northeast.
Grain, farm tools, seeds, and even the families of some people were continuously transported to the Northeast.
Thus began the Ming Dynasty's large-scale development of Northeast China.
Three months later, the north wind was biting, and water froze instantly.
Despite the freezing weather, Lin Yi enthusiastically climbed to the main peak of Changbai Mountain, carved a stone to commemorate his achievements, sealed Changbai Mountain, and suppressed the Blackwater River.
In the void, the Jurchen ancestral god, who had already been suppressed by Zhu Hongwu, let out a roar of unwilling anger. A divine core composed of countless talismanic runes flew out, radiating incomparably dazzling divine light from within.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Journey to the Underworld, Blessed Land and Grotto-Heaven
In that instant, the world lost its color, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Standing atop Changbai Mountain, Lin Yi was struck by the aftershocks, and his vision instantly turned completely white. It took him quite a while to slowly recover.
Zhu Hongwu, shrouded in the purple aura of the Human Emperor, extended his right hand, his palm holding a seal. Countless broken talismanic runes emerged one after another, summoned by the seal, and converged upon it.
The talisman solidified and eventually transformed into an incomplete divine essence.
"Not even one in a hundred survives." Zhu Hongwu sighed inwardly, putting away the seal and the divine essence. Then, his gaze fell on Lin Yi atop Changbai Mountain, he nodded slightly, and then disappeared.
Below, Lin Yi drew his sword from its sheath, flicked it lightly with his fingers, and the sword's edge flashed with a cold light, its hum clear and melodious.
“I am not a Taoist priest who lives in seclusion in the mountains, living a quiet and inactive life, nor am I a monk who eats vegetarian food and chants Buddhist scriptures, detached from worldly desires. I practice the path of saintly virtue, enter the world to experience tribulations, wield power, and have the power of life and death. All I seek is a clear mind and the freedom to do as I please.”
He turned his gaze southward, where the corrupt Ming Dynasty was now revitalized. In the near future, this great nation, born of dragons, would surely become the master of the world.
The next moment, the true energy of the galaxy surged within Lin Yi's body, and the Three Lights Divine Water and the True Star Fire were generated, with the Yin and Yang poles constantly colliding and merging.
On his face, the colors of blue and red rapidly alternated. Skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, marrow, and blood—all the tissues in his body—were constantly being destroyed by the turbulent water and fire, and then rapidly repaired.
A smile appeared on Lin Yi's ferocious face as he muttered to himself, "It seems the path I've chosen is more difficult than I imagined. But the path to immortality is long and arduous, requiring constant exploration. We cultivators must strive to reach the pinnacle to make our lives worthwhile."
As time went by, the various changes caused by the collision of the Three Lights Divine Water and the Starry Sky True Fire were gradually encompassed by the Star River True Qi.
Lin Yiyu's second stage of cultivation is about to be completed.
About half an incense stick's time later, he opened his mouth and exhaled, and a stream of true energy flew out, transforming into a galaxy in the sky.
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Night, in the underworld.
A majestic golden chariot sped out of a magnificent palace.
Four black steeds pulled the cart, treading on golden flames, covering an unknown distance in a few strides, reaching the realm of the mortal world within ten steps.
In the mortal world, at the darkest hour before dawn, the chariot stopped outside the Chang Le Mansion in Xiangshan, on the western outskirts of the capital. The Nether Horse looked eastward, pawing restlessly and anxiously, leaving traces of burning eerie flames on the ground.
The black curtains were drawn back, and a deity emerged from them.
He was enveloped in a golden light, patted the underworld horse soothingly, and with a casual wave of his hand, the entire carriage transformed into a golden light and was absorbed into his sleeve.
Although He was not tall or strong, He possessed a dignified and imposing presence that inspired awe.
In the eyes of the gods, the entire Chang Le Mansion was shrouded in a golden cloud. At its very core, a purple-blue aura soared straight into the heavens.
After a brief observation, the deity entered Chang Le Prefecture. As a righteous god appointed by the imperial court, He would not be attacked by the dragon energy of the Ming Dynasty as long as He did not act recklessly.
We arrived at the source of the purple and blue aura.
A handsome young Taoist priest, dressed in a blue robe, was practicing his swordplay under the moonlight.
The bright moonlight fell upon the young Taoist priest, making him appear like a celestial being.
The gods have long lifespans and have seen all sorts of people, but one has to admit, they truly have the bearing of immortals!
After a short while, Lin Yi sheathed his sword, looked at the deity beside him, and asked, "Was it King Fuming in person?"