The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

At the foot of the mountain, Li Dao looked back and saw that the mountain was still shrouded in mist and misty clouds.

He retracted his gaze and walked forward with firm steps.

Hehe, the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, gathering medicine to save the world, and let this person, Li, expose your true colors!

Once he entered the school, Li Dao would no longer have any scruples in his actions. The battle between him and the Eight Immortals was a battle between juniors. How could Sect Master level characters interfere in a battle between juniors?

The Goddess of Mercy was very straightforward in her actions. After bringing Li Dao back to the door, she immediately passed on the immortal arts of the Upper Qing bloodline.

Tai Qing, Yu Qing, and Shang Qing were created by Pangu's Primordial Spirit. Each of the three inheritances focused on one aspect.

Tai Qing is good at concocting pills, Yu Qing Yuan is good at smithing, and Shang Qing Tongtian is good at formations and the way of the sword.

All sorts of magic arts, spells, and divine abilities, arrays, sword arts, talismans, and smithing techniques passed down by the Goddess of Mercy were involved. There was also the explanation given by the Sect Leader about the great Dao.

Li Dao was not interested in those spells and abilities. He did not want to involve himself with formations and talismans. He only wanted to focus on the Heavenly Master's explanation of the Dao and the sword techniques recorded in it.

True Immortals used the Laws to construct their own domain. Their lifespan was the same as the heavens, and they lived in three free and unfettered realms, appearing outside of the five elements.

Above a True Immortal was the Golden Immortal. When a Golden Immortal ignited their true spirit fire, their soul would remain immortal. If the Heavens and Earth did not extinguish, the Golden Immortal would not perish. And above the Golden Immortal was the Tai Yi Golden Immortal.

The Grand Yi Golden Immortal was one of the most supreme of powers. He was someone who could touch upon the Grand Dao. He was known as a Daolord.

From the words of the Goddess of Mercy, Li Dao found out that almost all the supreme elders in the Three Realms were Grand Yi Golden Immortals.

The Goddess of Mercy was made of gold, the Jade Emperor was made of gold, and Tathagata was made of gold.

These sect masters were supreme experts. They could control this world and prove themselves as the Great Luo. They had the divine ability to refine the earth, water, wind, fire, and evolve the heavens and earth.

The first tier of experts beneath the Sect Leaders was none other than the Grand Yi Golden Immortal, Jade Emperor Tathagata, and so on.

The powerhouses of the second tier were most likely Guan Yin, Yama Minamiya, or Nightmare.

On the other hand, while Li Dao's current combat prowess was unmatched in the realm of true Immortals, he was nothing in the eyes of Golden Immortals or Daolords of the Supreme B.

As they left Lishan and headed east, the crowd became denser, and the people's situation became even more serious.

If he wanted to solve the problem with the civilians, he would have to go to the Penglai Immortal Island and take the elixirs. With Li Dao's mana and abilities, he could also dispel the plague from the common people, but only on a small scale. With so many people affected by the plague, it would be unrealistic to treat them one by one with magic power.

Unless a few of the Sect Leaders acted personally, they would be able to heal all the commoners in the world with a wave of their hands.

Along the way, the ground was filled with sorrow, the bones were buried by the roadside, and even the plants were affected by the plague. The entire world was shrouded in a dark yellow color.

Officials who loved their people like children were not afraid of the plague. They led the sick citizens to build altars and prayed to the heavens, imploring the Jade Emperor to send the gods down to save the world.

Li Dao flew across the sky. Upon seeing this scene, he felt quite sarcastic.

For the return of the Eight Immortals, pestilence was laid, and all the people of the world were cast into fire, while these suffering people built altars and slaughtered livestock to pray to heaven.

As they continued forward, there were also officials who kept their doors shut. Regardless of the lives of their citizens, they were afraid that they would be infected.

The lives of the people were difficult, and the ruling class was no longer stable. The refugees died, and many who were infected with the plague and despaired of their lives fell prey to the grass and became kings. At the last moment of their lives, they chose to indulge themselves.

Li Dao originally had no reverence for life, but along the way, he was greatly touched.

It was true that the heavens and earth were heartless and treated all living things as ruminants.

One life was lost right in front of his eyes. Li Dao did not feel anything, but ten thousand lives were lost right in front of his eyes. However, hundreds of thousands of people became sick and struggled in pain and despair. In the end, they were unwilling to die. This scene caused Li Dao to be moved.

His expression was indifferent as he chopped off a head with a single sword strike. Fresh blood splattered all over, clean and tidy.

But when one sees a person not simply die, but rather desire for life, struggling in despair, the tenacity of that life cannot be unmoved.

This was what it meant to regard human life as nothing more than grass. The deities were so high up in the sky, and after directing such a desperate drama, the commoners were finally able to clap their hands and cheer.

The Heavenly Court is not worthy to rule over the Three Realms. Li Dao's expression was cold, feeling sorrowful for all the lives under the heavens.

Perhaps the gods should be made known to the public, so that the people can stand up for themselves and no longer believe in the gods.

But if he did so, he would definitely become enemies with all the deities and buddhas in the world, was it worth it?

In the end, Li Dao felt that it was worth it. If he didn't like Li Dao, then he should clear away this matter that he didn't like. So what if all the gods and buddhas in the world were enemies?

Are people born into this world to suffer?

Training was training the heart. Once one's spiritual level was reached, the Grand Dao would come closer. If one had to be ignorant of even their own intentions, what was the point in asking for help?

Having thought through all of this, Li Dao felt a sense of relief. The invisible shackles on his body seemed to have been broken.

Li Dao knew that he was not far from the Golden Immortal Realm. As long as he could accumulate enough knowledge, he would have another chance to reach the Golden Immortal Realm.

As for what he was about to do now, Li Dao had already made up his mind. His eyes turned cold as he flew towards Liangliang City.

The rulers of the commoners were the scholars, the officials were above them, the officials were the princes and ministers, and above them was the emperor.

The Jade Emperor was the ruler of the Three Realms. The Emperor was the ruler of the world.

When immortals fool the common people, then Li Dao will enter into the mortal world. Only by entering deep into the mortal world and gaining the trust of the common people can the people of the world see the true face of the immortals.

If he entered the mortal world and obtained the trust of all the people in the world, then the first thing he would do was to gain the trust of the emperor.

He was once the Imperial Advisor of the Song Dynasty, but this time, Li Dao wanted to be the Imperial Advisor of the Song Dynasty.

The so-called Imperial Advisor was the teacher of a country, the teacher of a common man. He brought light to the despairing citizens in the night, guiding them on their path.

Landing outside Bianliang City, Li Dao's eyes flashed. This time, not only was he fighting with the Eight Immortals, but he was also going to expose the true nature of those immortals. This was a heavy responsibility!

It was not that Li Dao did not wish to appear in the Imperial Palace directly, but rather, there was a Divine Dragon of karmic luck in the Imperial City, a Divine Dragon of karmic luck in a country. It was not the time to change dynasties yet, and the Dragon of Destiny was still strong and robust.

In the past, the city had been bustling with noise and excitement, but now, the city gates were still as magnificent as before. However, the soldiers guarding the city gates were now dispirited and lifeless.

A large group of people surrounded the city gate. There were all sorts of people, old and young. These people used numb towels to wrap their faces tightly, afraid that they would be infected or someone else might get infected.

A middle-aged man wearing an azure daoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk walked out from the crowd with a pear-shaped sword on his back. His left hand was holding a yellow silk cloth.

Although this Daoist was young, he had the demeanor of a transcendent being. Every move he made was filled with a noble aura.

The surrounding citizens were all pointing at this man. Some doubted his ability to treat patients, but there were also people who were full of hope. They felt that since this Taoist before them dared to lift the royal record, he was definitely not a swindler.

The yellow silk cloth was the imperial list that the current emperor had posted on the city wall.

Li Dao didn't pay too much attention to this Daoist man. He was just a novice who had just reached the Foundation Establishment stage. If he didn't know his place and took down the Emperor Board, then no one would know how he would die.

Walking to the side of the city wall, Li Dao lifted his hand and tore down a royal monument that looked exactly like a Daoist's. It attracted quite a bit of attention.