Painting of the Nine Immortals

Translator: _Tat_ Editor: Rundi

Ling Xian died.

His soul dispersed. His physical body decomposed. He could not be more dead.

The moment he passed away, the sky turned dimmer and darker and the clouds converged at an insane speed. They transformed into pouring rain and formed a cage around everything within a thousand miles.

The rain then started to pour. Every single drop of it was red. Fresh red like fresh blood.

At the same time, the cracked up ground was opening and closing automatically. Lotus after lotus began to grow. Every single one of the lotuses was black in color. Pitch black.

The two of them created a juxtaposition that was extremely eerie. It was as if the world was ending and everyone was about to be buried.

Because these two weird phenomenons covered areas of thousands of miles, many cultivators saw this strange image!

Then, everyone fell into astonishment!

There was no rain in the Taoism world. Even if the clouds filled the sky and even if thunders cry, not even half a drop of rain would fall. If it rains, it means someone great had died and that God felt the need to weep over them!

However, the red rain was not a good sign. It represented a person who is not appreciated by God has fallen.

In other words, God was not crying. He was happy!

Gold lotuses growing out of the soil is auspicious. Normally, when a cultivator who breaks through a major level, or when a valuable treasure is found, this phenomenon appears.

However, black lotuses are not good omens. Similar to the red rain, it means a person who is cursed by God has died.

Therefore, when these two phenomena appeared, everyone fell into a state of shock like never before!

"I cannot believe it is raining red rain and black lotuses are all over the ground. This means someone God hates has fallen!"

"Just who is this? Why is he so loathed by heaven that even after death, two strange phenomena have been triggered!"

"I cannot believe this. It's been several thousands of years since these two phenomena occurred. I cannot believe I am lucky enough to witness these two phenomena!"

"Unbelievable. There exists someone that God has cursed in Yuezhou? The level of this curse triggered two phenomena?"

After seeing the red rain and the black lotuses, everyone began to discuss. Other than shock in their tone, there was more shock!

Someone God loathed!

These simple words almost weighed as much as a mountain. They were so pressing people found it hard to breathe.

Remember that God controls everything. Though being loathed by God is somewhat sad, at the same time, it is a great honor.

There are no ants in a lion's eyes. The lion would only stare at another lion. In other words, from certain angles, God was jealous.

Or else why would God loathe this person?

The people who God loathes are also ranked. It's not like these two strange legends can be triggered when just anyone dies.

Even those from the fifth level fell into astonishment. They have lived for thousands of years and it was the first time for them to see red rain and black lotuses!

When the news of Ling Xian, Ji Qian Bai, and the others' death circulated, everyone began to understand that the person who triggered these phenomena was Ling Xian!

Therefore, they were now even more surprised and they were now at a point of no restoration!

To have killed such a big group of people by himself hit them hard. The fact that he triggered two phenomena after death struck them hard yet again.

The combination of these two created an impact on these people in a way like never before. It was extremely shocking!

There were more than 20 original leveled powerhouses. In the entire Yuezhou, other than those of the fifth level, who could kill off all of these people?

These phenomena were on a legendary level and haven't appeared for several thousand years. Just who can trigger them?

Ling Xian triggered them!

No matter who hears of this, they would exclaim uncontrollably. Truly, he was heaven-defying… even in death, he brought on such astonishment.

Thinking about it in detail… everything made sense.

Ling Xian never walked the normal path and often broke normal logic. Even death, something that should be equal to everyone, was different for him. He truly was like a demon.

Other than being shocked and marveling at him, everyone in Yuezhou also went silent.

Those who merely passed by him, those who have talked to him, even those who hated him, have all fallen into silence.

This was all because Ling Xian had died.

A talented demon who had the ability to break rules in the Taoism community had died.

To the entire humankind, this was a great loss!

Therefore, why wouldn't everyone be silent because of this? Even those who never talked to Ling Xian were exclaiming over the fact that such a person had returned to the soil just like that.

As for those who have acquainted themselves to him, they fell into a state of sadness.

Inside Dong Fang Bi's palace at the Shang Qing Sect.

This elderly was about to start crafting. He held his breath and placed all sorts of valuable ingredients into the cauldron and was focused on creating his new treasure.

Just then, a palm-sized crane flew into his palace and dropped the message into his hand.

Instantly, Dong Fang Bi lost his composure and the cauldron before him exploded!

HOMMM!

The cauldron broke into pieces and the giant waves of pressure rolled out in all four directions. The strength of the shards was not ordinary and ruined the entire palace!

Despite this, Dong Fang Bi remain unmoving and looked sluggish - as if he had lost his soul and was now a walking zombie.

If it weren't for his high cultivation and the Qi that automatically protected its owner, he would be a mush of flesh and blood by now.

And after the cauldron exploded, Dong Fang Bi still could not collect himself. He merely looked at the crane on his hand; he could not accept this ruthless news.

"Grandpa, what's wrong? Did you fail at crafting?"

After hearing the ruckus, Dong Fang Yu walked out of her own stone room and asked, worried.

However, Dong Fang Bi did not answer her. Instead, his expression remained emotionless as he mumbled to himself "impossible", "this is impossible" and other similar phrases.

This made Dong Fang Yu frown. "Grandpa, what is wrong? Failing once is normal. There's no need to react like this."

Dong Fang Bi still did not respond to those words.

This made Dong Fang Yu's frown deepen. She had a bad feeling in her gut. Just as she was about to pry more, Dong Fang Yu finally regained himself.

His expression was full of sorrow. After a few minutes of silence, he finally uttered out two words.

"He died."

He died?

Dong Fang Yu was a little startled. After realizing who "he" was, her face turned paperwhite.

Not only that, but her fragile body also began to shake and tears welled up in her eyes. Her voice quivered, "Grandpa, the 'he' you are talking about is 'him'?"

"Aye."

Dong Fang Bi sighed. Before Dong Fang Yu's disbelieving eyes, he nodded gently.

Instantly, Dong Fang Yu's small hand covered her lips and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"That's not possible. Ling Xian is a pioneer and he is bravely undefeatable. How can he just die?" Dong Fang Yu's body was shaking. Other than disbelief on her face, there was only a heavy trace of sadness.

"I cannot believe this is real and I do not wish for it. But, he had died."

Dong Fang Bi's face was full of sadness as he gazed into the sky high above. He then slowly made a statement that was full of blame and regret.

"A monster whose craftsmanship is on par with the Immortal of Crafts has died."