Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

Countless barbarians, along with their horses, were bisected with a single slash. As the Sword Qi flashed by, it mowed them down like cutting grass, wantonly reaping the lives of the barbarians.

The old man stared blankly at the scholar before him, and the term "Immortal" involuntarily flashed through his mind.

With hesitation in his tone, he asked, "Are you an Immortal?"

"You must be an Immortal. Immortals, please show mercy and save all the suffering beings on this earth!" The old man fell to his knees with a thud, pleading desperately.

"The beings of the world are countless; how many can I, one person, save? With the great momentum of heaven and earth at play, even if I wish to save, how can I, when my Divine Skills are no match for fate? This is not an empty phrase," Lu Yu said, with a hint of a sigh in his tone.

Upon hearing this, a look of despair appeared on the old man's face. He murmured to himself, "Even the Immortals are helpless?"

Lu Yu's words undoubtedly sent him plunging from heaven into hell, his heart suddenly filled with despair. Was this tragic world truly beyond salvation?

"Perhaps only those legendary great powers have the ability to change the momentum," Lu Yu thought and said.

"Then why don't these Immortals take action?" The old man asked in confusion. Common folk had always thought that the so-called Immortals were all compassionate beings who couldn't bear to see the people of the world suffer.

"In the eyes of those great powers, the boundless masses are no different from ants. The Immortal Gods had already been active in this world before the human race even emerged. To them, the sufferings you endure are but a small wave in the glorious Human Path, not even worthy of being noticed by their Dharma Eye."

"So our suffering, in the eyes of the lofty Immortals, is as ridiculous as ants fighting," the old man said with a self-mocking laugh.

"Then what is the harm in us not wanting these Immortal Gods," the old man suddenly said angrily.

This statement was just a grumble from the old man, but it made Lu Yu's heart skip a beat as if he sensed something in the dark.

Perhaps because all beings had such thoughts, that the last earth became a land of despair. This was the choice of the Human Path as well as the choice of all beings. Lu Yu thought of the earth from his past life and suddenly had such an epiphany.

He looked up at the sky, which was crystal clear and cloudless. The sun still followed its trajectory, rising and setting without change. The ways of the Heavenly Dao were constant, unaffected by the presence of the virtuous or the demise of the wicked.

A sudden wave of sorrow emerged in his heart. This sorrow did not belong to him, but it was stirred by the plights of all beings he had seen along the way and triggered by the old man's words.

Under the influence of this sadness, Lu Yu felt a faint vibration in his lungs. He knew clearly that this was a sign that his opportunity had come, as the Five Qi were stimulated at that moment.

A dazzling white light shone forth. The Innate Metal Qi burst out, its sharp energy piercing the heavens and even emitting a whistling sound in the void.

The Sword of state flew into the air, absorbing the Innate Metal Qi one by one. The blade of the sword flashed with a cold light, and a surge of sharp intent burst forth.

"After many years of cultivation, I have finally stimulated the Five Qi. The next step is for the Five Qi to converge to the Primordial," Lu Yu couldn't help but remark.

After so many years, he had finally stimulated the Five Qi inside his body. Now, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys shone with a mysterious light, with the Five Qi circulating endlessly within, yet to form an order.

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In the days to come, his task would be to meticulously refine himself, using the Five Qi within his chest to construct an internal heaven and earth. Only once he had successfully opened up this realm within his body could he step into the Realm of Five Qi to Primordial, an exceedingly high threshold.

Even for prodigies like the Monkey and Yang Jian, it had taken considerable time to merely brush against this threshold. For Lu Yu, the road ahead was still long and arduous.

At this moment, the movement stirred by Lu Yu as he activated the Five Qi had caught the attention of Ran Min, who was nearby exterminating Barbarians. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Gazing in the direction of Lu Yu, Ran Min slightly furrowed his brow and said, "A rainbow pierces the sun, could there be a skilled person cultivating here?"

A sense of curiosity arose in his heart, hoping that he might have the chance to meet this esteemed individual. Thus, he spurred his horse on and raced toward Lu Yu's location.

By the time he arrived, he saw Lu Yu, still immersed in his understanding.

At that moment, he felt as if he had traversed through dense mists, seen towering mountains, walked across vast plains, and encountered the ocean—a mysterious aura so vast and profound, indescribable with words.

Although Ran Min was unversed in cultivation, he could surmise that someone with such an aura would hardly be considered weak among immortals. Therefore, he slowed his pace and held his breath so as not to disturb the respected practitioner before him.

When Lu Yu opened his eyes, he saw not far off a Han warrior holding his breath in battle readiness, as well as the numerous Ghost Deities following him.

Similarly, the Ghost Deities had already seen Lu Yu. Unlike Ran Min, though their mana was insignificant, their insight was profound—they could naturally see the light of Lu Yu's Primordial Spirit and his dense force of merit.

The Ghost Deities paid their respects to Lu Yu one after another. Lu Yu, with a smile, nodded in response. However, this scene seemed somewhat eerie to Ran Min, who suddenly realized that there might be an unseen presence following him, and fear began to sprout in his heart from that moment.

Noticing the change in Ran Min's expression, Lu Yu deduced the reason. The fear of people often stems from the unknown.

"It seems you have done many good deeds, such that so many Ghost Deities follow and protect you," Lu Yu said with a light chuckle.

Upon hearing these words, the fear in Ran Min's heart instantly dissipated. The Way of Ghost Deities had long been ingrained in the hearts of the people, and Ran Min understood. He recalled the People of Han whom he had saved, and knew that it must be their prayers to their family deities for protection that had caused many Ghost Deities to follow him.

With this thought, his heart, chilled from slaughter, suddenly warmed.

He turned and bowed to the empty space before him, saying, "Many thanks to you all for your protection along the way, Ran Min is grateful."

In the place unseen by him, the Ghost Deities also bowed in return. Having followed him all this while, they were clear about what this stalwart man had been doing and knew that he represented the hope of countless Han people in this era.

"Ran Min, your name is Ran Min?" Lu Yu asked in astonishment.

Ran Min nodded blankly, unaware of why the Immortal before him seemed so surprised by his name.

Lu Yu also scrutinized the figure from the legends, the Martial Mourning King, the great savior of the People of Han, the nightmare of the Barbarians, and the issuer of the order to slay the Barbarians.

The historical evaluation of him was so extreme, with both accolades and even reverence bestowed upon him, as well as vehement criticism.

But no one could deny that during the dark age of the Five Barbarians wreaking chaos within the People of Han, Ran Min sounded the most powerful note exclusively belonging to the men of the House of Han, saving the culture of the Han from the brink of extinction to a great extent.

Faced with such a controversial and legendary figure, how could Lu Yu not be curious?

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