Chapter 519: Huang Long

Ouyang Hua's voice was urgent, filled with bitterness.

As his words fell, within the valley, Ouyang Hua led out dozens of people. Although their ages varied, all of them were male, and most had green sap smeared on their bodies.

After Ouyang Hua appeared, he looked at Wang Lin, who was ten steps away. A trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, then he sighed secretly, bowed respectfully, and said in a submissive tone, "Ouyang Hua did not know you were a Heavenly Immortal. I am willing to bear full responsibility for everything that happened before. I beg Heavenly Immortal to consider the heavens' virtue of cherishing life and not destroy this Formation, exposing all our tribesmen to the Demon Spirits, making them their food."

Behind Ouyang Hua, those dozens of people all looked at Wang Lin, their faces showing hidden fear.

Wang Lin swept his gaze over everyone, raised his right hand, performed Hand Seals in the Void Realm, and pointed forward. Immediately, ripples spread through the Void Realm, appearing like a distorted canvas between heaven and earth, slowly dissipating.

Without the ripples, the Formation outside the valley immediately began to recover. The protective power's dissipation speed instantly slowed down and eventually stopped flowing away.

Ouyang Hua finally let out a sigh of relief, looking at Wang Lin with a gaze that held a hint of respect amidst its complexity.

"Heavenly Immortal, it's getting late. Fearing the arrival of the Night of Demon Spirits, please enter the valley to speak," Ouyang Hua said quickly. Then he bit his right fingertip, squeezed out a drop of fresh blood, and with a flick, it landed directly on the cliff wall of the valley.

Instantly, the entire valley seemed like a sleeping giant awakening. A rumbling sound slowly emanated from within, and as the rumbling grew louder, the cliff walls on both sides of the valley distorted like a Scroll, then ripped apart as if suddenly cut in half by scissors!

A straight passage suddenly extended from within the valley, passing through Ouyang Hua and the others, reaching Wang Lin's feet.

"Heavenly Immortal, please!" Ouyang Hua said respectfully.

Wang Lin didn't waste words. He indeed had too many things to understand clearly here. At this moment, he lifted his foot and stepped forward.

Inside the valley, there was a sudden feeling of finding a new vista in a dark willowed place. The area looked like a market town for Cultivators, densely packed with countless crude dwellings, but only dwellings, without any Jade Slips or Magic Treasures sold by Cultivators in a market.

The environment within the valley was quite elegant, with many trees. Although the sun was setting, it was still a lush green.

Wang Lin's gaze pierced through several dwellings, and he saw several people hidden inside.

Almost every dwelling hid people, all of whom were women and children. Their attire was not mostly naked like the men, but rather modestly covered their bodies.

As for the children, some, taking advantage of their mothers' absence, secretly peered out through windows and door cracks. Their eyes, clear black and white, showed intense curiosity in their innocence.

The moment he saw this scene, Wang Lin paused.

Everything before him was too different from what he had imagined. Wang Lin frowned. Although he did not distinguish between good and evil and acted according to his heart, at this moment, he couldn't help but secretly sigh in shame.

With his Nascent Soul Transformation Middle Stage cultivation, he had painstakingly broken through the Formation, but he never expected that this place was originally a village!

Everyone here, except the old man named Ouyang Hua, were all Mortals… Wang Lin's Divine Sense swept through the valley.

Ouyang Hua and the tribesmen here, seeing Wang Lin suddenly stop in front and constantly frown while observing his surroundings, immediately felt a tremor in their hearts. Some tribesmen even bit their lips and clenched their fists.

In their minds, this was their home, and for it, they could give up everything, including their lives!

Ouyang Hua quickly stepped forward, stood behind Wang Lin, and said bitterly, "Heavenly Immortal… you?"

Wang Lin turned around, his gaze sweeping over the people behind Ouyang Hua. With Wang Lin's intellect, he naturally understood what these people were thinking at a glance.

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then cupped his fists towards the tribesmen and softly said, "This Wang has disturbed you, so I will not enter the valley!" After speaking, he pondered for a moment, touched his Storage Pouch, and three jade bottles immediately appeared in his hand. He sent them forward, and the three jade bottles floated to the ground.

"These three jade bottles contain dozens of Medicinal Pills, which have the effect of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the Primordial Spirit. Consider them as compensation for my disturbance this time." Wang Lin sighed secretly, shook his head, and walked out of the valley.

Ouyang Hua's eyes now gleamed with an unprecedented brilliance. He stared intently at the jade bottles, took a few steps forward, grabbed them, opened them, and sniffed deeply. His expression changed involuntarily, then he immediately put them into his bosom.

He turned around and spoke several sentences in another language to the tribesmen behind him. The tribesmen all nodded, and some even directly showed Wang Lin friendly smiles, repeatedly cupping their fists.

After Ouyang Hua finished speaking, the dozens of people dispersed, returning to their respective dwellings. Not long after, sounds of liveliness gradually emerged.

Inside the valley, children ran out, laughing and playing, and the women who had been hiding in the houses also emerged one by one.

Almost instantly, the valley, which had been empty and quiet, was filled with vitality.

"Heavenly Immortal, please stay, please stay," Ouyang Hua said repeatedly, stepping forward a few paces. His expression was extremely sincere.

Wang Lin did not speak, his steps carrying him. He was about to leave the valley. He had already decided to continue flying west from here to see what exactly was mysterious about this place. Especially the Ancient Demon City thirty million li away, Wang Lin wanted to see it for himself.

As for questioning the other party, Wang Lin had lost interest. Those pure eyes of the children and those fearful gazes of the women reminded Wang Lin of many things.

"Heavenly Immortal, tonight is the Day of Demon Spirits. If you are alone outside, even if your magic power reaches the heavens, it would be impossible to contend with the numerous Demon Spirits. It would be better to stay here. If you truly wish to leave, it's not too late to go tomorrow!" Ouyang Hua dared not approach too closely and said loudly.

This was the second time Wang Lin had heard the term Night of Demon Spirits from Ouyang Hua. He paused, turned around, and looked at Ouyang Hua.

"What is the Night of Demon Spirits?"

"Heavenly Immortal, this old man will explain it to you in detail. How about we go to this old man's dwelling to speak?" Ouyang Hua quickly said.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and nodded.

Ouyang Hua's dwelling was in the northernmost corner of the valley. There were no other dwellings within dozens of feet around it, which immediately made the place seem unusual.

The dwelling was circular, like a steamed bun inverted on the ground, with most of it covered in green.

The dwelling was of decent size, with a wooden bed and wooden table and chairs. There were also some miscellaneous items placed around, and some decorative objects hung on the walls. In an inconspicuous spot, there was also a painting.

Standing inside the dwelling, Wang Lin's gaze rested on the Scroll on the wall, silent.

The painting was yellowed, with broken edges, and the entire painting was slightly wrinkled, clearly due to its age.

The Scroll depicted a middle-aged man around forty years old, dressed in a peculiar Daoist robe, gazing into the distance as if in contemplation. His right hand rested casually on his chest, forming a strange mark.

At the other end of the Scroll, where the man's gaze was directed, there was the sky, with a patch of black mist, within which faint illusions appeared.

However, the painting was too old, so it was not very clear, making it impossible to discern what exactly existed within the black mist.

Ouyang Hua stood respectfully to the side, occasionally following Wang Lin's gaze to the Scroll, a trace of admiration unconsciously appearing in his eyes.

"When did the Formation outside this valley come into existence?" Wang Lin's gaze remained fixed on the Scroll. After a moment, he slowly asked in a deep voice.

"This Formation has existed for too long; no one remembers its origin anymore. Since I can remember, I only know that countless years ago, a person named Huang Long brought my ancestors and tribesmen here and settled… It is said that at that time, this Formation had already existed for countless years," Ouyang Hua said slowly after a moment of silence.

"Is this the person?" Wang Lin's gaze was still on the Scroll.

"Yes, he is Heavenly Immortal Huang Long!" Ouyang Hua's eyes showed even deeper admiration.

"Huang Long… it really is Huang Long…" A strange light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. After a long time, he sighed softly, and gently rubbed his forehead with his right hand.

"Huang Long… what exactly is going on…" Wang Lin seemed to have forgotten Ouyang Hua beside him, his gaze never leaving the Scroll.

The man in the Scroll had a dignified appearance, possessing an air of Immortal grace and Daoist bones, and a sense of Immortal power lingering about him. If he were called an Immortal, people would surely believe it.

"Huang Long…" Wang Lin's eyes showed confusion. This kind of gaze was extremely rare for Wang Lin!

Wang Lin's Heart-Nature had always been firm and unwavering, but just now, the moment he entered this place and saw the Scroll on the wall, his Primordial Spirit instantly trembled!

"How do you know he is called Huang Long?" Wang Lin was silent for a long time, then slowly asked.

This question seemed somewhat incomprehensible to Ouyang Hua. After a moment of hesitation, he cautiously said, "You… could it be that you know Heavenly Immortal Huang Long?"

Wang Lin frowned.

Ouyang Hua quickly said, "Everything I know has been passed down orally by my ancestors. The name Immortal Master Huang Long is also from them."

Wang Lin was silent. He gazed at the Scroll, a trace of recollection unconsciously appearing in his eyes. His mind seemed to pierce through the Demon Spirits of the East Sea, through the starry sky, through the cloudy sky, to his hometown—Vermilion Bird Star.

His mind also pierced through hundreds of years of time, recalling back to that young man hundreds of years ago who walked out of a mountain village, was not taken in by an Immortal, and was ridiculed by all his tribesmen… That young man, after several twists and turns, entered a School under the guidance of fate, a School called the Hengyue School…—

No revisions, no time, uploaded directly. Finally made it. Typing non-stop after getting off the plane, so tired, but at least I got the feeling back.