Lin Yi knew that it wasn't that he had become weak, but rather that the power he had previously wielded was too great, with every move accompanied by a vast and powerful force. The loss of this power now caused a sense of disillusionment.
Rays of light fell, rotating continuously around a blue light as its core, but something always seemed to be missing.
Upon seeing this, Lin Yi thought for a moment, then took out the Taoist book containing the "Earthly Palace True Edict Golden Chapter" from the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle and tossed it over.
A radiance rose, like the rising sun, its boundless light illuminating the dark underworld. Finally, it formed a figure enveloped in golden flames, with eyes gleaming with azure light.
The strange phenomenon gradually disappeared, and a boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old appeared in the spot, wearing an imperial robe.
The young man looked about six or seven parts like Lin Yi and nodded to him.
These are naturally born deities in this world, who hold power over the underworld.
The young emperor pointed his finger, and in the darkness, the entire world of Zhuxian resounded, as intangible good deeds and tangible merits converged.
Yin virtue is the origin of the underworld, and its blessing is on the spiritual level, where heaven holds a glimmer of hope.
Merit is the essence of heaven and earth, which blesses the material world, making it solemn and sacred, and impervious to all evil.
Lin Yi put both away; this was the reward he deserved.
Then, a repulsive force came, and the underworld began to reject Lin Yi's existence.
"Heaven and earth are heartless; that's reality."
Lin Yi shook his head, didn't linger, and turned to leave.
The young emperor entered a grand hall in the center of the underworld. The Underworld Emperor returned to his throne, causing a tremor throughout the entire netherworld, which then vanished completely beneath the Abyss of the Dead.
From that moment on, they were separated by life and death.
After returning to the Hall of Longevity, Lin Yi summoned Zhang Xiaofan, Lin Jingyu, and the inner disciples, whose numbers had now grown to eighteen.
"Xiao Fan, Jing Yu, which of you two is willing to take over as the sect leader?" Lin Yi asked.
Although Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were somewhat prepared, they were still quite shocked.
Lin Jingyu said, "Master, Junior Brother Zhang is kind and friendly to his fellow disciples. He is the rightful heir to the position of sect leader. I am willing to follow you."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly declined, saying, "Master, Senior Brother Lin is highly skilled in magic and decisive in handling matters; he is the best candidate to be the sect leader."
The other inner disciples also expressed their opinions, and the usually quiet and secluded Hall of Longevity became unusually lively.
After a brief debate, Lin Yi coughed lightly, and the hall immediately fell silent. He glanced at everyone and said, "Xiao Fan will take over as sect leader, and Jing Yu will be the Transmission Elder. If anything happens to our sect one day, the Transmission Elder will be responsible for the succession."
All disciples should reply "Yes".
After ordering the inner disciples to leave, Lin Yi passed on all nine sword techniques he had extracted from the Myriad Swords Illusion Array to Lin Jingyu, and the first volume of the Heavenly Book to Zhang Xiaofan.
The leader of a sect should always receive some preferential treatment.
The ceremony for the new leader of Baiyun City was held several months later. The head of Qingyun Sect, the high monks of Tianyin Temple, the elders of Fenxiang Valley, and other righteous sects all came to offer their congratulations.
Amidst a profusion of flowers, Lin Yi lay on the back of a golden-winged roc, soaring towards the heavens, accompanied by the gentle breeze and bright moon.
Like a roc spreading its wings, soaring through the vast sky.
"Without the Candle Dragon and the Yellow Bird, is it still possible for the Ghost King Sect to complete the Four Spirits Blood Array?"
A thought suddenly flashed through Lin Yi's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
Even if ten thousand people capture other strange beasts and forge the Four Spirits Blood Array, what can they do? With the Underworld Emperor in charge, can he possibly turn the world upside down?
Flying and flying, the golden-winged roc beneath Lin Yi flew eastward.
The world is so big, I want to see more of it.
The endless sea to the east, the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the southern border, the Death Swamp in the southwest, the wild land in the northwest, and the icy snowfields in the north—many places bear the inscription "Lin Yi was here."
Of course, in some places, he also left behind some works and small gifts when he was in high spirits.
Lin Yi left the world of Jade Dynasty with a satisfied heart.
Later, these traces were gradually discovered. Although Lin Yi had left, his legend still circulated in this world.
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Returning to the main world, Lin Yi emerged from his secluded underground chamber. He sensed a connection with the heavens and calculated that this journey would last over twenty days.
With a flash of divine light, Liu Yuyan appeared to the side. Although it had only been a little over twenty days since she last saw him, she felt that the Taoist priest in front of her seemed to have become a different person.
"Greetings, Daoist Master." Liu Yuyan bowed gracefully, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower, her voice melodious and gentle.
"No need for formalities." Lin Yi looked at the goddess of Cuiping Mountain whom he had nurtured. After more than twenty days of getting to know each other, Liu Yuyan's integration with the mountain's spiritual veins had significantly improved.
Even if some cultivators covet her divine position, they wouldn't dare to act rashly.
The fall of a mountain god inevitably unleashes a murderous aura upon the land, causing dragons and snakes to rise from the earth. The stronger the mountain god's control over the earth's spiritual veins, the more severe the disasters such as earthquakes and landslides it will cause.
Such consequences are not something that just any individual can bear.
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Chapter 136 Imperial Capital Academy
In a cave dwelling located in Cuiping Mountain, Lin Yi and Liu Yuyan sat facing each other. Between them was a black wooden table, on which were placed several spiritual fruits offered by the mountain spirits, as well as two cups of spiritual milk formed from the earth's spiritual energy.
"Please, Taoist priest," Liu Yuyan said. She had gradually adjusted her mindset, transforming from a ghost princess who was controlled by others and had no control over her own life into a mountain god.
Lin Yi picked up the stone cup on the table and drank it all in one gulp.