Chapter 1: The Million-Mile Yin Mountains

At dusk

“This vast Yin Mountain stretching a million miles is truly terrifying.” Ling Xuzi, clad in a purple robe, leaned against the stone wall, gasping heavily.

Beside him were three others, all leaning against the wall as if hiding from something.

Among them, a red-haired man with hair and beard like flames snorted coldly, “Stop with the nonsense. I don’t even know what taboo we’ve broken to summon such a dreadful…”

Before he could finish, all four faces drained pale in unison.

“Heh heh...” Amidst eerie laughter and a chilling wind, a figure resembling a paper doll, yet seeming to be made of either clay or metal, floated in from afar.

Indeed, it was clearly a paper figure, but it gave off an uncanny aura as if forged from clay or iron.

The paper figure gazed at the four, its eyes flashing with a sinister red glow.

“Damn it…”

Cursing under his breath, Ling Xuzi instinctively formed hand seals. “Blood as guide, spirit as contract, soul as proof, command!”

A red light shot out, instantly exploding into a net that enveloped the paper figure like a celestial snare.

Yet none of the four showed any relief or even glanced at the outcome. Instead, they suddenly transformed into gusts of wind and fled.

Within moments, they had escaped at least fifty miles.

Only then did they slightly breathe easier and glance back, just in time to see the celestial net swallowed whole by the paper figure, which then drifted leisurely toward them once more.

Ling Xuzi’s face turned deathly pale. “At this rate, we’ll all die here.”

The red-haired man’s expression was filled with resentment. “Damn it all. If that evil spirit hadn’t tricked us and stolen our star deity forms, we wouldn’t be in such a pitiful state.”

Another man’s face was bleak with despair. “Maybe we shouldn’t run anymore. That evil spirit devoured all four of our star deity forms… That paper figure might be the most terrifying demon in this million-mile Yin Mountain. It’s not that it can’t catch us—it’s simply toying with us, trying to terrorize us even more.”

In this realm, cultivation involves attuning to the heavens. If one succeeds, they can condense the true form of a star deity, drawing power from the celestial bodies.

With the true form manifested and the stars’ blessing, one’s strength multiplies tenfold or more. Cultivators are as numerous as fish in a river, yet those who can condense their star deity’s true form are exceedingly rare.

Each person possessing a star deity true form is a peerless prodigy, easily capable of subduing those of equal rank.

Suddenly, Ling Xuzi’s eyes brightened. “There is still hope!”

The three others instinctively turned to look.

Ling Xuzi’s voice trembled, “I sense the breath of living beings—there are survivors here!”

The three were stunned, then their expressions brightened. “We’ve long heard that some wild tribes dwell in this million-mile Yin Mountain, but never imagined it true…”

If they could find these tribes and reach their settlements or homes… Since the tribes survive here, their gathering places must be protected by supreme divine statues. If they reached there, they could surely turn danger into safety.

Without hesitation, the four formed hand seals again. After a brief scan, they transformed into gusts of wind and sped off in a certain direction.

The paper figure, which had been drifting slowly, suddenly seemed to discover something. Blood tears streamed from its eyes as it transformed into a streak of black light, rapidly accelerating.

The four were shocked and, without hesitation, burned their blood to speed up.

After fleeing at least five hundred miles, they finally stopped in a small mountain hollow.

“The sun rises, I climb the hill~ The sun sets, I return home~” Zhao Yu hummed softly, carrying a basket on his back as he walked leisurely.

Then he saw four people, looking utterly battered, descending from the sky.

Ling Xuzi glanced toward the distance, restraining his anxiety. “Young friend, where are you from?”

“A wild man,” Zhao Yu replied casually, then sighed softly as he looked at the four.

“So these are the famed cultivators. Truly enviable.”

Ling Xuzi wanted to strike but held back, smiling. “Young friend, this is not a place for conversation. Fate has brought us together. Allow me to take you as my disciple… Where is your home? Once you notify your family, you can come train under me.”

He was certain there was no human settlement within a thousand miles. This wild man’s home must be protected by a powerful divine statue, which concealed it from his sensing.

Zhao Yu shook his head slightly. “My constitution is unsuited for cultivation. Sorry to disappoint you, elder.”

He scoffed inwardly. Did they think he was a fool? These four were clearly being hunted by demons! Fate and discipleship? Ha.

The red-haired man raised his eyes slightly. “Ignorant child, if you do not tell us where your home is, I shall kill you!”

The ground trembled slightly as bloodied hands emerged one after another.

Zhao Yu instinctively stepped back... He wasn’t lying; he truly couldn’t cultivate. If he could, he would have left this cursed place long ago.

At the same time, he instinctively gripped the chopping knife in his hand.

Ling Xuzi’s eyes widened sharply. “What are you doing? You’re needlessly frightening others!”

He then approached Zhao Yu as gently as possible. “Little one, don’t be afraid. I will speak honestly. We are being hunted by demons and must find shelter under the protection of divine statues to rest and hide… But I am not hiding anything from you. Seeing you, I felt fate, and my offer to take you as a disciple comes from the heart.”

Zhao Yu still held the chopping knife, sighing. “But I really can’t cultivate.”

Ling Xuzi said proudly, “I possess countless elixirs. Even if your meridians are naturally sealed, under my elixirs you can still begin cultivation.”

“Really?” Zhao Yu’s eyes brightened.

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