Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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Xiao Se shook his head: "I think I understand what it means."

After saying that, he stepped onto the bow of the boat and then climbed onto the monkey's small boat in a slightly disheveled manner.

The ape nodded approvingly, then stepped aside.

"So that's how it is, it's what we need to get on its ship." Lei Wujie suddenly realized, and immediately followed.

Sikong Changfeng then took Li Hanyi to bed.

Seeing that everyone was on the boat, the monkey picked up the oar again, rowed hard, and led everyone into the depths of the thick fog.

The ape led the group forward slowly. The sea was perfectly calm, without a ripple, as if they were in a lake.

"Um, Brother Ape," Lei Wujie asked, stepping forward, "how much longer until we reach Penglai Island?"

The ape didn't even turn its head.

"It's just that it understands human nature, not that it's become a spirit. It won't talk to you," Xiao Se said calmly.

The monkey raised its head, grinned at Xiao Se, then put away the oars, put its hands behind its back, and looked just like the old gentlemen of Bei Li.

Meanwhile, the small boat had already passed through the entire thick fog.

A colossal island appeared before them. Towering trees covered the island, birds and beasts sang its praises, and clouds and mist swirled around its peaks.

"As expected of a sacred mountain overseas." Lei Wujie exclaimed, gazing at the magnificent scene before him.

Sikong Changfeng frowned.

The journey had been far too smooth, and something strange seemed off at every turn, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

The small boat reached the shore, and suddenly the monkey let out a sharp shriek into the air. 843

Everyone looked up and saw a person in white leap down from the cliff. The person opened his arms, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his white clothes fluttered. In an instant, he landed steadily in front of them.

There are fairy mountains overseas, where one can ride the clouds, travel with the wind, coexist with the world, and grow old with the sun and moon.

The legend unfolded before their eyes.

The white-robed immortal was extremely handsome, with skin as smooth as cream and a face as white as jade. However, upon closer inspection of his eyebrows and eyes, he was clearly a man. As for his age, it was even more difficult to fathom. He looked very young, but the abyss-like loneliness in his eyes made it seem as if he had lived for thousands of years.

He waved his long sleeves and smiled slightly at the crowd, saying, "It is an honor to have distinguished guests here."

When mortals came to pay their respects, the immortals first expressed their honor.

Everyone looked at each other, unsure what to say. The monkey happily leaped to the immortal's side. The immortal patted its head: "You've worked hard. Go play somewhere else."

The ape responded and immediately ran away.

The immortal looked at everyone again: "Distinguished guests must be tired. Why don't you rest on the island?"

Everyone came to their senses, and Lei Wujie cupped his hands and said, "Immortal, please forgive my intrusion in visiting."

The immortal smiled, his gaze passing through the crowd and looking towards the vast sea: "Over the years, very few people have been able to come here. Since you've come, it's fate, so why be presumptuous?"

Everyone followed his gaze and was taken aback.

The thick fog had quietly dissipated, revealing a vast ocean to them. When they came to their senses, they saw the immortal slowly making his way towards the island.

Unlike their previous journeys on the wind, this time the immortal simply walked slowly, step by step, as if deliberately waiting for them.

"It seems this immortal is quite approachable. Let's go." Lei Wujie didn't think too much about it and followed with a grin.

Xiao Se felt inexplicably uneasy.

He frowned slightly and murmured, "I have a feeling that his aura is very familiar."

Sikong Changfeng was slightly taken aback. He also sensed that faint, familiar aura. And where was Dongjun? Had they simply missed each other?

He suppressed his thoughts and followed the immortal up the mountain. After walking for about half an hour, the immortal stopped.

Everyone was shocked again.

Hidden on this remote island in the deep sea is such a pavilion. Beneath it appears to be a hot spring, with wisps of steam rising from it.

Above the mist is an exquisite pavilion, where many small animals such as monkeys and squirrels are jumping and playing.

The immortal leaped into the pavilion.

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On the fairy island of Penglai.

The immortal waved his hand and pointed to the rattan chairs beside him, then smiled at everyone and said, "You all seem to have traveled a long way and are a little tired."

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se were already exhausted. When they saw a stool, they immediately plopped down on it.

Sikong Changfeng restrained himself slightly, then lowered his head and said, "We have come from the north, a distance of no less than ten thousand miles, to see the immortal!"

"Bei Li?" The immortal still smiled slightly, a hint of longing in his eyes: "It's been a long time since I've heard that name."

"Does the immortal know about Beili?" Lei Wujie regretted asking as soon as the question left his mouth. Since Baili Dongjun had been here, the immortal must have heard about Beili from Baili Dongjun.

However, what no one knew was that the one who sealed Ye Dingzhi twenty years ago was the very immortal standing before them.

“I not only know Beili, but I was born there and spent a long time there.” The immortal walked up to Xiao Se and gently touched Xiao Se’s brow with his finger: “Now that you’re here, there’s no need to force yourself anymore.”

Xiao Se felt a warm current flow from the fingertip into his brow, then into his entire body. The fatigue from the night's voyage instantly dissipated, leaving him with an indescribable feeling of comfort and joy. However, this only temporarily relieved his physical exhaustion; his internal injuries remained severe.

He cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you, immortal."

The immortal withdrew his finger and walked to Lei Wujie's side.

Lei Wujie laughed and said, "Immortal, could you please not point at me with your finger? Why don't you touch my head instead?"

The immortal asked curiously, "Why is that?"

"The book says that an immortal touched my head, and I was granted immortality." Lei Wujie still had a smile on his face: "I want to live forever."

"There was someone before who asked me to touch his head," the immortal said casually.

"And then?" Lei Wujie asked.

"Then I smashed the cliff where he cultivated his Dao with a single palm strike." The immortal gently placed his hand on Lei Wujie's head.

Lei Wujie immediately closed his eyes and let out a long, comfortable breath.

The immortal then looked at Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng said, "I don't need to."

The immortal smiled and slowly said, "So you have something to ask of me?"

Sikong Changfeng asked, "Why did you guess it was the two of us?"

“Because although this young friend is physically exhausted, his internal energy is actually very strong. Even if I don’t take action, he will feel better after a good night’s sleep. But you two…” The immortal glanced at Xiao Se, then at the unconscious Li Hanyi: “One’s energy is disordered and he will die soon, while the other has gone into qi deviation and may die at any time due to broken meridians.”

They truly are divine beings; they even need to check someone's pulse to discern their ailments with just a glance.

Xiao Se nodded: "The immortal is right."

"You don't need to call me an immortal, just call me by my name." The immortal turned around and walked back into the distance.

"My name is Mo Yi."

"Mo Yi." Lei Wujie uttered the name in shock.

He was already extremely familiar with this name.

This is an unparalleled name, ranking second on the prestigious list of top talents, second only to Ye Dingzhi, and above Baili Dongjun and Luo Qingyang.

Sikong Changfeng and Xiao Se were also surprised.

No one expected that the most mysterious person on the list would be an immortal from Penglai Island.

"Mo Yi." The white-robed immortal before him repeated calmly, "I have heard of a fairy mountain overseas, a mountain in the misty void, with exquisite pavilions rising from the clouds, where many graceful fairies dwell. When I was young, I also heard people recite such verses, and I also longed for that fairy mountain overseas. But I never thought that one day I would become an immortal in people's hearts."

“Mr. Mo Yi…” Lei Wujie finally managed to come up with a form of address: “May I ask whether you have become an immortal, or…”

"I am sixty-four years old this year." Mo Yi slowly took a step forward, but his figure had already covered several feet.

Sixty-four years old? Everyone was shocked. Judging from his appearance, Mo Yi was no more than twenty years old. How could he be a sixty-four-year-old man?

Even if Taoist magic is incredibly advanced in preserving youth, it cannot slow down the passage of time in this way.

“My master once told me that there are different realms of immortals. Right now, I can only be considered an Earth Immortal.” Mo Yi put his hands together, turned around, and faced away from them.

"An Earth Immortal?" Xiao Se frowned slightly.

“Earth Immortals can change things on Earth, but they cannot change the fate of Heaven.” Mo Yi suddenly reached out, as if wanting to touch something in the heavens: “To reach that point, I need to become a Heavenly Immortal.”

Celestial beings.

Sikong Changfeng's expression shifted slightly.

"Sir, isn't this a matter of earthly concern?" Lei Wujie didn't realize the deeper meaning in Mo Yi's words, but was afraid that Mo Yi would refuse to treat Xiao Se and Li Hanyi, so he hurriedly said.

Mo Yi withdrew her hand and nodded: "Of course, I can heal both of them."

Lei Wujie exclaimed happily, "That's wonderful!"

“However,” Mo Yi turned around and looked at Xiao Se, the smile in her eyes slowly fading, “I have one condition.”

Lei Wujie was dumbfounded: "Even immortals negotiate terms?"

“Naturally, I will help you accomplish things on earth, and you will help me change the fate in heaven,” Mo Yi said slowly.

Xiao Se looked at Mo Yi and asked, "What destiny do you want to change?"

"I want the dead to return to this world." Mo Yi's eyes suddenly changed, and a kind of longing suddenly burned in her originally indifferent eyes, a longing that startled both Sikong Changfeng and Xiao Se.

Xiao Se frowned and asked, "Can we help you?"

"You should have three more days to live," Mo Yi said softly. "After three days, I will ask you for something. Give it to me, and I will heal you."

"What is it?" Xiao Se asked.

"You'll find out when the time comes," Mo Yi said with a smile, walking forward as if she was already planning to leave.

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"Mr. Mo Yi!" Sikong Changfeng suddenly called out, reaching out to stop him.

Mo Yi, dressed in white, flashed and appeared behind Sikong Changfeng: "What is it?"

“Mr. Mo Yi, have you ever met my friend? My friend is Baili Dongjun. He came here many years ago. A year ago, he left the city, saying he wanted to go to the overseas immortal mountain to ask for a wine ingredient. I wonder if you have met him?” Sikong Changfeng asked, clasping his hands in greeting.

“Bai Li Dongjun, yes, I met him many years ago. He was a very interesting person, and his wine was delicious. But after that meeting, he never came back. Perhaps he lied to you,” Mo Yi said calmly.

"What?" Sikong Changfeng was shocked to receive such an answer.

Mo Yi casually flicked his sleeve and suddenly disappeared from the pavilion. But although his figure vanished, his voice lingered: "Three days later, I will give you a brand new body, and you will give me what I want."

After Mo Yi left, Lei Wujie said indignantly, "What kind of immortal is this? He wants to make a deal with us?"

Xiao Se shook his head: "Even if you go to a temple to pray to Buddha for protection, you need to burn three sticks of incense. How much more so when you ask an immortal for help, you naturally have to pay the corresponding price. I'm just curious, what do we have that the immortals would need?"

Sikong Changfeng shook his head and said, "I have an idea."

"What are your thoughts?" Lei Wujie asked.

“I think he’s closer to a realm that we martial arts people talk about more than the legendary immortals,” Sikong Changfeng said.

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se exchanged a glance and blurted out at the same time, "A mystical realm of divine travel?"

The Divine Journey to the Mysterious Realm allows one to sit quietly with eyes closed while one's thoughts roam freely for thousands of miles. It is a supreme realm above the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm, a realm that even the Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun has not reached. Mo Yi's ability to ride the wind and move in an instant is indeed very similar to the legendary Divine Journey to the Mysterious Realm.

"Whether it's a deity or a wandering spirit," Lei Wujie muttered, "I always feel that this Mo Yi is a bit strange."

“I noticed that his aura is very similar to that of the Imperial Preceptor Qi Tianchen, as if they come from the same Taoist sect. However, the Taoist immortal aura on Mo Yi is even stronger than that of the Imperial Preceptor. It is passed down from the orthodox Taoist lineage, so there should be no problem at all.” Sikong Changfeng said with a slight frown, “But just now when he expressed his wish, his eyes suddenly changed.”

"Changed? How changed?" Lei Wujie asked curiously.

Xiao Se replied to him with 852: "From immortal to demon, I shudder with fear."

"Yes." Sikong Changfeng nodded: "This Immortal Moyi seems to be different from what we imagined."

"Then what should we do? Xiao Se only has three days left to live, and Master Li Hanyi won't last much longer either," Lei Wujie said anxiously.

Xiao Se said in a deep voice, "We can only wait and see what happens in the next three days. Perhaps our worries are unfounded."

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "You all stay here, I need to go out."

"What are you going out to do?" Lei Wujie asked.

“If Dongjun said something, then he must have done it. I believe he must have come to this immortal mountain. I think Mo Yi is lying. I need to find him.” After saying this, Sikong Changfeng strode out.

Lei Wujie looked at Xiao Se questioningly, and Xiao Se nodded: "I also believe that Baili Dongjun has been to this island."