Descent to the Mortal Realm

In the Hall of Miraculous Clouds in the Celestial Realm, the High God Lang Heng was levitating on a jade altar, practicing his Qi.

He held his hands together at his dantian, circulating his Qi. Golden light flashed between his palms, surrounded by golden spiritual energy. The bright yellow gauze curtains hanging on all sides were lifted by the flow of spiritual energy.

He wore a snow-colored, flowing firefly robe, a golden crown on his head, and a jade belt around his waist. Even with his eyes lightly closed, he couldn’t hide his extraordinary and handsome face.

He was the son of the Nine Light Mysterious Goddess and the God of War of Shangye, the only nephew of the Eastern Yang Emperor, the common ruler of heaven and earth. Since his birth, he had been the most watched new god in the Nine Provinces, and all the gods in the Celestial Realm regarded him as the next common ruler of heaven and earth.

With a sudden “poof” sound, the surrounding spiritual light went out, and the High God Lang Heng spat out a mouthful of red blood, his face pale.

He slowly fell from mid-air on the jade altar, and a large patch of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this, the Taibai Star Lord and the maids waiting outside the training room entered in single file. The four maids skillfully levitated in the four guardian positions around the jade altar, circulating their Qi. In an instant, the training room was surrounded by colorful spiritual energy.

The Taibai Star Lord flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand, turning it into a guardian hovering around the two of them. He turned Lang Heng’s body over and began to circulate his Qi to heal him. Powerful blue spiritual energy tightly wrapped the two of them, wandering in the training room.

The healing continued until sunset, and Lang Heng’s pale face finally regained some color.

“The High God has been chanting the Sutra of Purity for three months, and still cannot enter samadhi?”

In the secret realm of the Hall of Miraculous Clouds, the High God Lang Heng and the Taibai Star Lord sat facing each other across a tea table.

The High God Lang Heng frowned, his expression dim. He lowered his head and poured a cup of fine bodhi tea for him, indicating his agreement. In an instant, the rich tea fragrance spread throughout the misty lotus pond secret realm.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

It had only been half a year since he descended to the mortal realm to undergo a trial of love. As expected, he attained enlightenment and ascended to immortality in the mortal realm after a hundred years as a mortal.

He originally thought that the Dharma Mind Technique that had trapped him could be broken through in the mortal realm. Who would have thought that after returning to the Celestial Realm, he couldn’t even do the most basic samadhi.

During a break from drinking tea, he quietly glanced at the Taibai Star Lord across from him, who had an immortal demeanor and a white beard reaching his chest. He was embarrassed to tell him the truth about the images that flashed in his mind when he entered samadhi.

Since his birth a hundred years ago, Lang Heng had been the most watched god in the Celestial Realm. He had always been known as a selfless and upright High God. But now, whenever he entered samadhi, the figure of a woman would appear before his eyes.

He was sure that he had no feelings for her.

A hundred years in the mortal realm was too long, so long that he almost couldn’t remember what she looked like. He only vaguely remembered that her swordsmanship was particularly unrestrained and free.

In a red dress, her hair tied up high, the two red hair ribbons flew up and down with her neat figure as the sword light flashed.

Suddenly, a sword light came head-on, and her soft sword pierced into the tree trunk behind him, an inch away from his cheek.

“Three years, Meng Qingyu, I will definitely make you willingly marry me.”

The girl finished a sword flourish and put away her sword, with a bright smile full of determination.

He had never seen such a shameless person.

He left with a cold face and his back turned, too lazy to even grant her a refusal. Only at the moment of turning around did he see peach blossoms falling before him, swirling in his palm.

Lang Heng didn’t understand why he didn’t block or dodge that sword back then?

After that, he went down the mountain to train at his master’s command, upholding justice and helping the weak. The journey was full of dangers, but she stubbornly followed him silently. No matter how he refused, she would only help him in times of crisis.

“I have no chance with the female benefactor, I hope you will respect yourself.”

“Fate is something that develops as you get along.”

She didn’t seem to have the propriety, righteousness, and sense of shame that women should have in his understanding. She was like a piece of dog skin plaster that couldn’t be shaken off, but she was particularly useful in critical moments.

He didn’t know when, but the two of them began to travel together.

After three years of training, he returned to Wuji Mountain as promised.

“Meng Qingyu, you can leave, I don’t like you anymore.”

At the foot of Wuji Mountain, she shouted to him in farewell, wearing a bright yellow waist-length skirt.

They were just traveling together, so what was there to like?

But why were his departing steps as heavy as if they were filled with lead?

The one-day journey up the mountain took him three days. Finally, at the last step before reaching his master’s gate, he turned back on his sword, ran into her arms, and became entangled with her, breaking the precept against lust.

Recalling this, Lang Heng frowned slightly.

He couldn’t understand why he would do such absurd things, like he had lost his mind and was being unreasonable.

This person, including all the time he spent with her, seemed to be detached from himself. He couldn’t feel any emotion, and could only judge that he must have been bewitched by his abrupt behavior at the time.

Back then, he was born as a mortal, and in just over ten years, even with his intelligent spiritual roots and high comprehension, he had only barely reached the stage of core formation. His spiritual power was weak, so he naturally couldn’t resist the bewitchment of high-level secret techniques.

The Taibai Star Lord across from him flicked his horsetail whisk and calculated with his fingers, his expression a little solemn.

“The High God probably has some unfinished love debts.”

Lang Heng raised his head when he heard this, his eyes filled with some confusion.

Without love, how could there be debt?

But the image of her flying out to block a fatal blow for him suddenly flashed in his mind. She lay dying in his arms, red blood flowing all over the ground.

“Qingyu, you promised me that after you have no more worries, you will pursue the Dao in your heart.”

The woman’s warm hand stroked his cheek.

He remembered that her name was Bai Yu.

He did owe her a life.

“But she is already dead.”

Lang Heng raised his eyes, his voice cold, without any emotional fluctuations.

He raised his cup and took a sip of tea, the rich tea fragrance overflowing on his tongue.

His gaze was leisurely, passing over the Taibai Star Lord and looking at the misty lotus pond behind him. He enjoyed the sound of the flowing water in his ears.

The Taibai Star Lord vaguely sensed that his emotions were a little off. The thing that disturbed his samadhi must be an obsession in his heart that he couldn’t let go of, but he seemed to be a nonchalant bystander.

How had he become so deep after going to the mortal realm? But he didn’t dare to ask more questions.

“Mortals all have reincarnation. Since there is something owed, compensating for it will eliminate the worries in your heart.”

Worries.

The Taibai’s vigorous voice overlapped with the clear female voice in his memory.

His heart seemed to have suddenly emptied, and he felt a sense of loss and panic, but he didn’t know the source of this panic.

“The fact that the High God was able to attain enlightenment and ascend to immortality shows that you have already passed the trial of love. In this world, there are countless causes and effects. Only by not owing or being owed can you maintain your original heart.”

The Taibai tightened his grip on the horsetail whisk and continued to make up for it, but he didn’t have complete confidence in his heart.

It was just that Lang Heng’s three consecutive failures to enter samadhi had greatly damaged his cultivation. If he couldn’t find a way to clear his mind and enter samadhi again, another failure would probably be beyond his ability to save.

“Then I will go to the mortal realm to settle this karma.”

Lang Heng’s voice was crisp. He put down the lotus-colored jade cup in his hand and stood up, standing tall on the surface of the lotus pond.

With his thick eyebrows and handsome eyes, and his slender figure, he was quite eye-catching in this misty lotus pond wonderland.

“One day in heaven is three years on earth. The day after tomorrow is the birthday of the Mysterious Goddess. The High God cannot be absent. This descent to the mortal realm will only last for three years. In order not to disturb the Celestial Realm, I will hide your divine roots. The High God can only descend as a mortal with great cultivation.”

Hiding his divine roots would prevent him from using high-level immortal techniques in the mortal realm, and he wouldn’t be easily discovered by the Celestial Realm.

The Taibai also stood up, swept the horsetail whisk over Lang Heng, hiding his divine roots, and then respectfully saluted, “I will personally descend to the mortal realm to welcome the High God back to the palace at that time.”

“Mm.”

Lang Heng nodded, closed his eyes and circulated his Qi, his body surrounded by bright yellow spiritual energy.

After a few breaths, he appeared in the front hall of the Xuanling Sect on Drunken Immortal Mountain, wearing a snow-colored Wuji Sect Taoist robe.