Soul travels through the world of immortality

After going through untold hardships, Li Mingyang, Lin Yi and Su Wan finally returned to the misty, mysterious and solemn Qingyun Mountain. They ignored the fatigue of the journey and headed to the sect hall without stopping to report everything they had experienced in the lower world to their master and the elders.

The master was sitting on the armchair in the middle. He was white-haired but energetic, with bright eyes, revealing an unfathomable majesty. After listening to the disciples' stories, the master's tense face gradually relaxed, and he nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction: "You performed very well in this trip to the lower world! This experience not only tempered your respective skills, but also made you deeply understand the importance of teamwork. In the days to come, there will be countless difficulties and obstacles waiting for you to overcome. I hope that you can always uphold this spirit of perseverance, forge ahead courageously, and never retreat."

When the three young disciples, Li Mingyang, Lin Yi, and Su Wan, heard their master's words of praise and encouragement, their hearts were like a blazing fire, instantly burning. Their chests rose and fell violently, as if they wanted to release all the excitement in their hearts.

They all nodded vigorously at the same time, their eyes were like torches, firm and persistent. In their bright eyes, the light of confidence was dazzling, just like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining brightly. They were full of lofty ambitions for the upcoming future, and their minds kept sketching out grand blueprints, full of endless longing and expectations.

However, fate always likes to throw an unexpected stone when people are least prepared, disrupting their originally peaceful lives. Just when they finally sorted out their emotions, adjusted their minds, and prepared to devote themselves to the next round of arduous training with a new attitude, an unexpected change suddenly came like a storm, instantly shattering this rare peace.

On a quiet and peaceful morning, the golden sunlight was like a sword, penetrating through the gaps between the dense canopy-like leaves and pouring onto the ground. The light spots were like broken mirrors, forming patches of light and shadows of various shapes and sizes, adding a sense of mystery and fantasy to the land.

At this time, a young disciple hurriedly stepped into this quiet place. His steps were quick and powerful, and he held a tightly sealed letter in his hand, as if he was afraid that it would be lost or damaged if he was not careful. The disciple looked extremely nervous, his face was as solemn as a leaden cloud, and fine beads of sweat kept oozing out of his forehead. These beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the stone road under his feet. From his expression, it can be seen that the letter was not an ordinary matter, but an extremely important and confidential secret.

When the disciple finally arrived at the courtyard where the elders were, he paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. Then, he took a slightly heavy step and slowly walked towards the elders who were sitting at the stone table in the middle of the courtyard. The elders were originally leisurely drinking tea and discussing the Dao, but when they saw the disciple with an unusual look coming, they all put down their teacups and focused their eyes on him.

The disciple walked up to the elders, bowed respectfully, and handed the letter to them with both hands. One of the elders took the letter, gently tore open the wax seal at the mouth, carefully pulled out the letter and started reading. However, after just a few glances, the elder's face suddenly changed, becoming extremely gloomy and ugly. Seeing this, the other elders couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in their hearts, and they all came forward to check the contents of the letter.

After all the elders read the contents of the letter, their faces were filled with shock and anger, as if they had suffered a huge blow. It turned out that this letter from the lower world clearly accused the sect's disciple Li Mingyang of secretly colluding with the notorious and evil Netherworld Cult while he was training in the lower world. What was even more shocking was that Li Mingyang was not only involved with the evil cult, but was also so bold as to steal a treasure that was vital to the sect!

This shocking news was like a bolt from the blue, and it suddenly exploded throughout the entire Qingyun Mountain. For a moment, the mountain wind whistled, the birds flew away in panic, and even the mountain streams seemed to become turbulent and turbulent because of this sudden change. Soon, the news spread throughout the entire Qingyun Mountain as if it had wings. Whether it was the disciples who were practicing or the deacons who were busy with chores, they were all shocked and talked about it after hearing the news. Some people found it unbelievable and thought that Li Mingyang could not have done such a rebellious thing; others were filled with righteous indignation and demanded that the traitors be severely punished to rectify the sect rules. At this moment, Li Mingyang, who was in the center of the storm, had no idea that a huge crisis was about to befall him...

This mysterious letter was like a thunderclap, exploding in the sect, instantly attracting the elders' highly concentrated attention. They sat together, serious and nervous, and passed the letter around again and again, each word seemed to contain huge energy. After careful consideration, the elders made an important decision - to launch a top-secret investigation into the matter.

However, at this moment, Li Mingyang was unaware of the changes that had taken place within the sect. He still devoted himself to the arduous practice, trying to break through the bottleneck of his own practice.

Days passed by like this, peaceful as water. Until one day, Li Mingyang, who was practicing attentively, suddenly received a summons from his master. He came to the door of the secret room with a trepidation, gently pushed open the heavy stone door, and saw his master sitting in the middle of the secret room, his face gloomy and frightening.

"Mingyang, I heard that you did some things that you shouldn't have done while you were in the lower world. Is that true?" The master's voice was low and majestic, like a heavy hammer hitting Li Mingyang's heart.

Li Mingyang was shocked when he heard this, and his face showed astonishment. He hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "Master, this is absolutely not the case! When I was in the lower world, I was always with Lin Yi and Su Wan. The three of us shared the joys and sorrows together, and we have never had any involvement with the Netherworld Cult!"

The master looked at Li Mingyang quietly, without saying a word. After a long while, he slowly spoke, sighing and saying, "But now someone has provided the sect with solid evidence that you did have contact with the Netherworld Cult. The master doesn't want to believe this, but the evidence is right in front of us..."

Hearing this, Li Mingyang felt a buzzing in his head, and a strong sense of powerlessness surged in his heart. He widened his eyes, looked at his master in disbelief, and muttered to himself: "How is it possible? Someone must have deliberately framed me! Master, please believe in your disciple's innocence! But who is deliberately trying to harm me? Why would someone target me like this?"

In order to prove that his body, as pure as snow, has not been tarnished, Li Mingyang looked firmly at the highly respected master who was like an immortal, and pleaded earnestly: "Master, please give me a chance! Let me return to the lower world to find the truth of the matter and give me justice." After that, he fell to his knees with a plop, his eyes full of pleading.

The master frowned slightly, put his hands behind his back, and fell into deep thought. He knew that this matter was of great importance. If it was not handled properly, it would not only affect the reputation of the sect, but also cause a rift between the master and the apprentice. However, Li Mingyang stood there, his eyes were as firm as a burning flame, his face was tense, revealing an unshakable determination. And his various behaviors in daily life, whether it was the sincerity and friendliness when treating his fellow apprentices, or the perseverance when facing the difficulties of cultivation, were all seen and remembered by the master. Because of this, when the master saw the determined look of this disciple in front of him, his heart, which was originally as hard as iron, finally softened.

The master sat quietly on the chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if thinking about something. Time passed by, and the whole room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of silence. Finally, after a long and careful consideration, the master slowly opened his eyes and his eyes fell on Li Mingyang. He opened his lips slightly and said in a low and slow voice: "Forget it, the master will agree to your request. But..." At this point, the master paused, and then emphasized his tone and continued: "You must remember that if the truth of the matter is not found out during this trip to the lower world, the consequences will be disastrous! Its severity is far beyond your imagination, and it is very likely to endanger your life! So, I hope you can act cautiously and take care of yourself!" After saying this, the master gently waved his hand and motioned Li Mingyang to stand up.

When Li Mingyang heard that his master had agreed to his request, he could not help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. However, the warning words from his master were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, which made him sober up instantly. Although he was extremely reluctant to take such a huge risk, as long as he thought of the injustice he had been carrying, he felt that he could not retreat no matter what. So, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, but he did not feel any pain. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart: This time in the lower world, he must find the real murderer at all costs and completely wash away the false accusation imposed on him!

With such a resolute belief, Li Mingyang nodded without hesitation, indicating that he already understood the interests involved. Then, he bowed deeply to his master to express his gratitude and respect for his master. After doing these actions, he turned around and took firm and powerful steps to resolutely embark on the rugged road leading to the underworld. At this moment and here, the warm and bright sunlight was like a layer of golden gauze, gently covering his body, making his already tall figure appear even more slender and resolute. When people looked at him from behind, they would be surprised to find that he was like a towering, rock-hard mountain, standing there steadily, as if he had made full preparations to bravely face all kinds of difficulties and obstacles that might appear on the road ahead at any time.

This time, when he stepped into this once very familiar land again, the feeling deep in his heart was completely different from the past. In the past, whenever he set foot on this land, his face was always filled with a relaxed, comfortable and leisurely smile, but now those smiles disappeared quietly like the morning mist. At this moment, instead, a solemn look and deep worry appeared on his face, as if a huge rock as heavy as a mountain was pressing heavily on his not-so-broad shoulders.

With a lot of trepidation and anxiety, his steps became hurried, eager to find the most important person - the respected and venerable old man. Along the way, he kept looking around, silently praying in his heart that he could find the old man's trace as soon as possible. After several twists and turns, he finally caught the figure of the old man in a quiet corner. He immediately quickened his pace and ran forward quickly as if he had found a life-saving straw. When he got close to the old man, he didn't even take a breath, and asked the old man in a sincere and anxious tone: "Old man, I wonder if you have seen anyone with strange behavior or suspicious behavior recently?"

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly and fell into a long period of contemplation. Time passed by, and just when Li Mingyang was about to lose his patience, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had dug out some important fragments from the depths of his memory.

"Oh... I remember now!" The old man spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse due to the erosion of time, "Not long after you and your group left, a man came to the village. He was wearing ordinary clothes and at first glance there was nothing special about him, but his eyes kept flickering, which made people feel that something was wrong."

When Li Mingyang heard this, his heart skipped a beat. A strong intuition told him that this man was most likely the mastermind who had been hiding behind and deliberately trying to frame him. Thinking of this, he made a decision without hesitation. He must follow this hard-earned clue, investigate thoroughly, find out the real culprit, and clear his name.