Chapter 333

333. Chapter 328 Ancient Persons Descend!!

The number of animals was truly too many; everyone was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.

Before the heavenly catastrophe, animals had undergone massive migrations; when the catastrophe struck, they discovered that few frozen animal corpses were seen on the roads, and even if any existed, they were only a small number.

Initially, the Great Xia cultivators were somewhat puzzled: with such terrifying ice and snow, why was the animal death toll not high, given that countless beings had perished worldwide; now it seems they were all under the Demon King's protection.

Under the Demon King's instruction, they had awakened their spirits and opened their wisdom; their beast eyes were no longer cloudy, replaced by bright light, and even their fur was glossy and smooth, showing at a glance that they lived well.

These animals stood upright on two legs, seemingly holding something in their hands; sharp-eyed people saw that it was incense sticks.

Although the animals were many, they were orderly; aside from their furry appearance, their bearing, demeanor, and movements were almost indistinguishable from humans.

The small animals placed the incense in the hands of the human cultivators; looking at their furry paws, the Great Xia cultivators could not believe it and instinctively asked, "Is this for me?"

The animals nodded, as if they could understand what was being said.

For a moment, nobody dared to breathe, because the animals here were extraordinarily spiritual.

"This reminds me of the rumor from a few years ago about animals delivering medicine; it must be these monsters…"

The clay deity statue originally enshrined in the temple hall suddenly showed a crack, which then spread like a spiderweb, instantly breaking into pieces.

That was the direction of the temple!

The scene before them was shocking; looking out, a sea of black heads bowed in unison, their movements uniform, holding incense high above their heads.

Someone unconsciously rubbed the corner of their eye, only to find it wet; unaware why this emotion arose, they wore a bewildered expression and muttered, "Why am I crying?"

For some unknown reason, an inexplicable force seemed to guide them from the void; everyone's hearts swayed, a sense of reverence arose spontaneously, they slowly bent their bodies, lowered their heads, and devoutly bowed before that magnificent temple.

The Mount Song Demon King's gaze fell into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at.

"That is Li Bai's 'Bring in the Wine'!"

Others were also affected by this atmosphere, their expressions gradually becoming solemn.

He also wore an ancient sword at his waist, held a wine gourd in his left hand and a brush in his right, exuding the aura of swallowing mountains and rivers, with the vigor of splashed ink.

At the moment its words fell, a mountain breeze blew; everyone suddenly discovered that the incense in their hands had been ignited by a mysterious power, a faint sandalwood scent curling around their nostrils.

The bell rang, accompanied by a low male voice, as if weathered by ages, a heavy sense of history surged forth, leaving everyone with a feeling of hot tears welling up.

A yellow giant dragon descended from the heavens!

"Humm—"

Billowing waves surged, mighty and vast; yellow water mist intertwined with blue sky and white clouds over the verdant mountains, resembling ten thousand horses, the water's roar thunderous and deafening, appearing astonishingly before everyone.

The Demon King spoke again, "Respect—"

These mists moved quickly; in the blink of an eye they coalesced into a white staircase, hazy and indistinct, continually extending toward the distance as if to welcome something, leaving people puzzled.

How could the Yellow River appear on Mount Song, and even fall from the sky?

Everyone felt a great doubt, but soon someone realized, "It's that line of poetry just spoken!"

Only see, on the white staircase formed from the earlier gathering of fireworks, a human figure gradually condensed, starlight speckled, countless spiritual energy and incense wish power filling his body.

"Look quickly!"

At the same time the bell grew nearer, as if ringing right beside everyone's ears, the sound of the Great Dao, cleansing the spirit, shaking everyone's minds.

The incense of all beings gathered between the temples; a golden light burst forth from within, almost blinding everyone.

Red sparks glittered within, looking from afar like a sky full of stars, floating among the verdant mountains, forming a vivid contrast.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but open their mouths wide, "What, what is this thing!"

After the incense had been burned out, these small animals stood again on both sides, their small frames straight as a rod, their gazes fixed on the Mount Song Demon King, appearing solemn, as if they could execute any command at once.

The magnificent ancient buildings, amidst the winding mist, became more ethereal and blurred, as if they might ascend to immortality at any moment.

Everyone stared at the smoke rising from the incense in their hands, dumbfounded.

Everyone's hearts stirred slightly; that indescribable feeling welled up again, gazing at the scene ahead, they sensed that something major was about to happen.

On the horizon, rosy light spread, countless golden glimmers appeared, like ripples on a vast sea, auspicious clouds gathering, as if nurturing something.

The Great Dao is magnificent, golden light suffusing!

Within the golden light, a human figure gradually condensed into form.

Only the Demon King remained head‑high, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

Finally breaking free of the clay embryo, he was restored.

Someone exclaimed in disbelief, "Is this really the Yellow River?!"

The Yellow River resembled myriad dragons coiling and biting, wrapped in thunder and lightning, roaring and tumbling, pouring down in unison from the nine heavens, truly a sight as splendid as a rainbow.

"Do you not see, the waters of the Yellow River descend from the heavens, rushing to the sea never to return—"

Just as everyone was somewhat at a loss, a faint bell sound suddenly came from afar, the horizon blazed with brilliant light, and the grand bell resonance filled heaven and earth!

The Demon King narrowed his eyes, "The auspicious time has come! Light the incense—"

Someone let out a cry; the white smoke above everyone's heads drifted all together toward one direction.

On the contrary, there were still many such people; everyone found it bewildering, and before they could comprehend, they saw the tide surge, coming with tremendous force.

Such a scene was truly too magnificent.

Speaking of Li Bai, the Great Xia cultivators are not unfamiliar; he is hailed as a "Poet Immortal," and his verses are known to them like treasured family heirlooms, recited effortlessly, so naturally they are not strangers to him.

"Yes, I also have an impression."

He wore a cyan robe, its sleeves embroidered with silver thread lotus patterns; as he walked, he seemed lifelike, like countless green lotuses blooming; although his features were obscured by golden light, he naturally exuded a feeling of Carefree Wanderer.

"When the long wind breaks the waves, there will be a time to hoist the cloud‑sail and cross the vast sea—"

He waved the brush in his hand; countless spiritual energy converged on the tip, his motion clean and swift, flowing like clouds and water, only to see a line of golden characters appear in the void, bearing supreme pressure, filling heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are the paper, mountains and rivers the ink, writing a magnificent poem!

With his horizontal gou, slash and dot, one can feel the intense undulations coming from the surroundings; every gesture affects the surroundings, the river of ages ceaselessly surges and rolls, and ancient culture, aided by brush and ink, finally manifests in the world.

Looking closely, these golden characters appear to be composed of minute runes; golden light flows, containing endless mysteries, each with myriad variations, truly exquisite to the utmost.

As the golden characters appeared, the Yellow River's waters boiled again, yellow waves over half a person high, seeming to swallow everything, leaving the spectators horrified.

Yet at the far end, a sailboat rode the wind and broke the waves; despite the Yellow River's rush, its sails made a hollering sound in the wind, yet it still rode the wind and broke the waves, sailing into everyone's view.

It was like a small boat of history, swaying, having come from the Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago to the present; though the boat was not luxurious, its profound depth was enough to shock the heart.

The crowd stared at the scene before them, eyes wide, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

The verses written by this person before them could actually manifest as real scenery, and they looked so real—what kind of ability is this!

If before it was merely speculation, now we can be certain that all these phenomena were brought by the person before us.

For a moment, everyone wore a bewildered expression, unable to tell whether they had been drawn into the poetic world by this person's brush and ink, or whether those verses had henceforth taken concrete form in reality.

Who exactly is he?

Everyone's heart harbored this doubt.

Could it be a Great Demon capable of taking human form?

Yet their feeling was not like that; this person exuded a scholarly aura, yet retained a bold, unrestrained charm—like a knight-errant, like a poet, completely unlike anything a demon race could emit.

Just as everyone was speculating endlessly, the golden light faded, and they finally saw the person's appearance clearly.

His features were handsome, his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes giving him an otherworldly, transcendent air.

Looking at his face, the crowd felt a strange yet familiar sensation; someone's mind flashed, and they blurted out, "He is Li Bai!"

Previously, the Great Xia had high technology, having reconstructed Li Bai's youthful appearance, which was roughly the same as the person before them.

The crowd immediately erupted in an uproar, "What Li Bai? Is that the Li Bai I imagined?!"

"Li Bai is my idol; I grew up memorizing his poems from childhood."

But some expressed doubt, "Impossible, Li Bai has been dead for a thousand years—how could he still be alive?"

Great Xia cultivators believe there are demons in this world, but the revival of ancient people from a thousand years ago is truly inconceivable—could this not be a Great Demon in disguise?

In fact, this is truly Li Bai; beyond doubt, he formed karmic ties with Ye Qin in the fragmented ages, was later extradited to the modern world, nourished his soul with clay sculptures, continually cultivated, and has now finally revived, choosing his youthful appearance.

Appearance can be disguised, but that bearing cannot be faked.

Compared to the shock and confusion of the Great Xia cultivators, the Song Mountain Demon King appeared far more composed.

Seeing its tall figure, the crowd realized the Demon King seemed to have known all along, and they could not help but ask, "May I ask, Demon King, is he truly Mr. Li Bai?"

The Song Mountain Demon King nodded, "Naturally."

The Demon King would naturally not deceive them.

The person before us is truly Li Bai!

"Thank you, Demon Immortal, for granting me rebirth."

Hearing this, the Great Xia cultivators couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air; they had guessed the Demon Master was formidable, but never imagined such heaven-defying feats were possible.

Even the ancient dead of a thousand years can be revived!

Just as the crowd stared in astonishment, Li Bai gave a slight smile, lifted his wine gourd and flung it toward the sky; the gourd looked small, yet like a bottomless pit, countless liquor poured out from it.

"Singing proudly, gazing at Mount Song, our spirits still mutually inclined."

The rich wine aroma permeated the surroundings; the crowd felt as if they were insects soaked in it, their heads heavy and feet light, actually feeling a tipsy, dizzy sensation.

Moreover, many people's cheeks showed two patches of red; those unaware thought they had really gotten drunk.

Besides the drunken feeling, many also felt their ears clear and eyes bright, their bodies light as if every pore had opened—truly marvelous.

The internet had already boiled over; at the instant they first saw Li Bai, the live-stream room seemed to have been hit with a pause button, with no one commenting.

But as Li Bai's true identity was exposed, dense comments and barrage flooded the screen, even obscuring the original picture.

This suffices to show the crowd's excitement and enthusiasm.

"Holy shit! It's really Li Bai."

"Don't tell me to calm down—raising the dead is too heaven-defying; the Demon Master actually has such means."

"By the way, how exactly did the Demon Master and Li Bai meet?"

"Li Bai is a person from a thousand years ago; could the Demon Master have also lived for several thousand years? That's truly inconceivable!"

"Could the Demon Master have already stood in the world since the creation of heaven and earth?"

Because of Li Bai's appearance, it sparked everyone's imagination about the Demon Master's identity and origin, even leading to the mistaken belief that the Demon Master had lived for several thousand years.

This hadn't even occurred to the 749 Bureau, which frequently dealt with the Longyuan Mountain Range.

Although the Demon Master is extremely mysterious before the masses, aside from the elite, ordinary cultivators find it very difficult to see the Demon Master.

After so many contacts, based on the information they received, Hua Tiancheng thought he understood the Demon Master somewhat, but now it seems merely the tip of the iceberg; who knows how many means the Demon Master still has that they are unaware of.

Hua Tiancheng did not go to the venue, as he had too many matters to handle and could not free himself, so he chose to watch the livestream; the news of the ancients' revival likewise gave him an unimaginable shock.

"No wonder the Demon Master organized such a grand event; the revival of the sages is indeed worth celebrating properly."

Hua Tiancheng seemed to think of something, "Since Song Mountain has Li Bai, then isn't it—"

Having said that, he quickly switched the livestream, and indeed it was not far from his guess.

Compared to the grandeur of Song Mountain, Mount Heng is no less impressive.

As the crowd held incense high above their heads, countless white smokes gathered, actually condensing into the likeness of a huge alchemy furnace; seeing the enormous shadow appear above their heads, everyone opened their mouths wide, thinking they were hallucinating.

The furnace was truly huge, as if it wanted to melt heaven and earth within it.

Carved around the cauldron's body were ancient totems, patterns of various flowers, birds, fish, insects, and beasts, plus many nameless plants; at this moment, it seemed as if all of them had come alive.

An old man slowly appeared beside the furnace, his hair and beard white, possessing an immortal's aura, making people involuntarily feel reverence; he flicked his sleeves, and countless green lights rose from mountains, rivers, and the earth, encircling the furnace like stars surrounding the moon.

Looking at the various phenomena appearing in the sky, the crowd showed expressions of doubt.

"What is this for?"

"Could he be trying to make pills?"

Seeing the old man's actions, the crowd quickly understood what he was doing.

Nowadays there are also many alchemy masters, but compared to the old man, they are merely showing off their skills before an expert; if the old man is a giant, their level and ability are probably no more than an infant, utterly incomparable.

There were also many skilled alchemists present, yet none had ever seen such an alchemy method.

Laypeople watched for the spectacle, while insiders looked for the technique; it was clear the old man was using an ancient, even possibly lost, method of alchemy—some parts even they could not understand.

The old man before them was no one else—it was Zuo Ci himself!

One must know that Ye Qin's alchemy arts share a deep connection with Zuo Ci, and he had even received his guidance early on.

Now Zuo Ci has undergone a transformation, no longer a mortal; during this period he has devoted himself to study, his alchemy has reached a miraculous level, far beyond what an ordinary cultivator could match.

This alchemy technique truly amazed the cultivators of Xia; they had never encountered such a superb method, and even those who did not understand alchemy found themselves somewhat entranced.

Moreover, those versed in alchemy would at times frown in thought, at times their eyes would light up, and some would even tug their ears and scratch their cheeks while studying Zuo Ci's movements.

As the verdant light blazed around the cauldron, everyone could feel a rich vital energy swirling within, a refreshing fragrance wafting over them that cleared the mind and refreshed the senses.

Some even realized they had been Checkpoint in the bottleneck for a long time, yet upon smelling this medicinal aroma they felt as if it were loosening.

Before they could recover, a rustling sound filled their ears; soon they discovered that the surrounding plants were growing wildly, and a surging life force kept pouring forth.

The old man's eyes gleamed with light; he waved his hand again, the great cauldron humming, its lid boiling over, and several plump green elixirs appeared in his palm.

In an instant, several auspicious clouds drifted by, rosy light blazing, numerous rainbows appeared in the sky, various marvels unfolded, leaving the crowd unable to look away.

The crowd below couldn't help muttering, 'Legend says that if a divine elixir is born, heaven and earth must show signs; what kind of elixir is he refining, exactly?'

The old man smiled gently, his countenance growing ever more kind and benevolent, saying, 'I am Zuo Ci; this elixir I shall give to those with affinity.'

He waved his hand and tossed it; the precious elixir he had just refined fell among the crowd, and those who received it were overjoyed, feeling as if a pie had dropped from the sky.

This elixir is absolutely a rare treasure!

Zuo Ci!

Upon hearing that name, someone soon realized.

A famous occult master of the late Eastern Han, who dwelt little on Heaven Pillar Mountain and studied the art of alchemy; versed in the Five Classics, knowledgeable in astrology, learned in Daoist arts, versed in the Six Jia, and said to be able to command ghosts and gods!

The cultivators of Balanced Mountain were astonished, and likewise a heated discussion arose on the internet.

"What a fellow, it's actually Zuo Ci—this person is a renowned occult master; I always thought the histories exaggerated a bit, but it turns out they were still too modest."

"Even the Demon Master knows Zuo Ci! Could all of Zuo Ci's mysterious ways have been taught by the Demon Master?"

"Judging by this situation, Constant Mountain probably has something similar as well." (End of chapter)