The Way Opens Heaven and Earth
All things in this world are bound by the cycles of reincarnation; only the distant shore of the Yellow Springs is the true home of emptiness. Once a humble beggar, he became a young Daoist, and by chance, through a fragment of the “Yellow Springs Scroll,” he was chosen as an envoy of the underworld—yet beneath the heavens, he remains but a humble soul. Are kings and nobles truly born to their station? And what of those who come into the world as immortals or gods? Journeying through the Realms of Vital Energy, Unity, Primordial Spirit, and the Tribulation of Thunder, he ascends to immortality and endless life. Even the weakest of beings seeks to carve out a pure land through the Dao, but even the envoys who walk between life and death in the underworld are not spared by the will of Heaven—they, too, must endure tribulation, and may even face utter annihilation! Will he surrender to fate and return to the cycle of rebirth, or will he stand unshaken at the pinnacle and grasp eternal life, witnessing the rise and fall of all things in the world? PS: This novel is neither shallow nor formulaic, features no harem, and has a single female lead. Please add it to your collection and vote for your support!
The Way Opens Heaven and Earth
Above the clouds.
An old man dressed in Daoist robes, his hair and beard as white as a crane’s yet his face youthful, stood alongside a young Daoist acolyte.
The fierce winds at such heights had turned the little acolyte’s cheeks rosy.
“Master, why do people seek immortality?” the boy’s innocent voice rang out.
“To transcend birth, aging, sickness, and death, to be unafraid of the myriad sufferings of the mortal world—such is immortality,” the old man explained slowly.
“I understand birth, aging, sickness, and death. But what does it mean, ‘the myriad sufferings of the mortal world’?” The acolyte counted on his fingers, gazing at the old man with curiosity.
“Silly child, I brought you here not only to slay the strange demons that have appeared nearby, but also to let you witness the myriad experiences of the mortal world,” the old Daoist replied, lowering the cloud on which they rode.
Once they touched down, the old man took the acolyte’s hand, and in an instant, they disappeared from sight.
When they reappeared, they stood at the entrance to a small town.
“Master, master, so many people! Are those things to eat?” the acolyte exclaimed with delight, running about. On the mountain, apart from fasting pills and other elixirs, she had never seen such things as these: candied hawthorn sticks, sugar figurines...
“Slow down!” the old man quietly cast a spell, tethering the acolyte in place; it was as if invisible shackles bound her, slowing her to a crawl until at last she could not move at all.
“Go on, then!” T
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