Why did Lü Xiucai’s prayer work if Wusheng Laomu is dead?

The novel leaves this ambiguous. It could mean she isn't truly dead, that Lü Xiucai's extreme faith temporarily empowered a lingering connection, or that his *ruyi* talisman acted as a holy relic.

Is the baby head on the Daoist’s shoulder a new ability?

It's likely a form of "second self" or "divine embryo" cultivation. This is a classic xianxia trope where a cultivator grows a separate entity inside their body as a final life-saving or offensive tool.

Why is the White Lotus Society considered easy to bully?

Because they are a hunted, underground cult. They have no formal backing from the government or a powerful sect, making them a safe target for other cultivators who don't want to start a major war.

The "Impossible" Miracle

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Chapter 510: Impossible

Gouwa’s soul nearly fled his body in terror at the sight of the yellow-robed Daoist charging toward him.

He never imagined that this man would react so violently upon seeing the gift Senior Brother Li had given him.

As the Daoist, gripping the bronze coin sword, was almost upon him, Gouwa clutched the rotten wood ruyi with both hands and, in a panic, hurled it with all his might.

But since the Daoist had already set his sights on taking Gouwa’s possessions, of course he had prepared a defense against that very item.

A paper doll cut from a talisman flew out from his sleeve, blocking the Daoist’s path.

When Gouwa’s rotten wood ruyi swung down, the paper man instantly went limp, crumpling and fluttering to the ground.

Although it only stopped him for a moment, the yellow-robed Daoist had already achieved his goal. Before Gouwa could swing a second time, the bronze coin sword in his hand was already slashing toward them.

“Ju lun tuo chan ti wu she!!” The red string wrapped around the coins on the sword rapidly lengthened. One by one, the old bronze coins linked into a long whip, its afterimage slashing savagely across the back of Gouwa’s hand holding the ruyi.

With a sharp tug, the skin on the back of Gouwa’s hand split open instantly. The rotten wood ruyi, along with one of Gouwa’s fingers, flew toward the artificial rockery nearby.

“Aaaah!!” Gouwa screamed, clutching his nearly severed hand, frantic and utterly lost.

“Heh heh, a couple of rookies after all.” A sinister smile curled on the yellow-robed Daoist’s face. With a flick of his wrist, the blood-stained string of coins flew back again.

And this time, its target was not Gouwa’s hand—but his head, a mottled mess of black and white!

“I’m going to die! If I die!” Watching the coins closing in, that was the only thought in Gouwa’s mind.

Just then, in the nick of time, a hand reached out from the side and firmly caught the bronze coin sword.

The sharp edges of the coins cut into the hand, but only broke the skin.

“Oh?” The yellow-robed Daoist was somewhat surprised, staring at the young man before him who was hissing through clenched teeth from the pain.

His own Seven Star Sword could slay demons and exorcise evil. To catch it with a bare hand… this kid must have some real skill.

“Shhh!” With a sharp sound, the copper coins in Lü Xiucai’s hand instantly retracted, reforming into a sword in the yellow-robed Daoist’s grip. “Boy, which sect does your master belong to?”

When out in the world, it was always best to ask before throwing a punch. He was afraid that beating the small fry would bring the big fish. If all this trouble was for a single Heart-Element tongue, it might not be worth it.

“I’m telling you! My master is Li Huowang! If you dare touch us, you’re dead meat!” Lü Xiucai forced himself to stay calm and threaten.

He had clearly trained in the Spirit Invocation, which should have made him impervious to blades and spears. But he’d been cut and was bleeding. Right now, Lü Xiucai could only hope to scare the other side off with his master’s name.

“Li Huowang? Never heard of him. And this kid only reported his master’s name, not his sect. Looks like this master and disciple are both rogue cultivators.”

Seeing the Daoist standing there, deep in thought, Gouwa knew that this man was definitely not afraid of Li Huowang.

Breathing rapidly, Gouwa cradled his bleeding, broken hand. He hurried a few steps forward, planted himself in front of Lü Xiucai, and tried a different threat. “We’re from the White Lotus Society! Don’t mess with us! Our White Lotus Society has a lot of people!”

The yellow-robed Daoist’s face suddenly lit up with a look of understanding. “Oh~ the White Lotus Society, eh? That makes things easy.” The next moment, he decisively raised his bronze coin sword again.

Throughout the entire world, who didn’t know that the White Lotus Society was the group with the least backing and the easiest to bully? They spent their days scurrying and hiding like a bunch of rats, terrified that even making a slightly loud sound would let the Supervisory Heavenly Office sniff them out.

“Can’t you just shut the fuck up!?” Lü Xiucai screamed, grabbing the incoming bronze coins with both hands in desperation.

Seeing this, Gouwa made a decisive choice. He turned his head and sprinted toward the front courtyard without looking back.

“Fuck your mother, Gouwa! May your son be born without an asshole!!” As Lü Xiucai’s curses rang out, Gouwa vanished in a flash.

“Hahaha! Don’t you White Lotus folks always say that entering the faith makes everyone brothers? Is this what your White Lotus Society calls brotherhood?”

The Daoist mocked him even as he pressed down with more force on Lü Xiucai.

Although Lü Xiucai had learned the Spirit Invocation, at most it just made his skin thicker. Facing the Daoist, he could only passively take the beating, with no ability to fight back at all. Before long, he was battered and bruised, curled up into a ball.

Looking down at the young man on the ground, the Daoist let out a cold laugh. He flipped his left hand, and an ink pot appeared in his palm.

“That’s just about enough. Time to end this.” He pressed his finger against the ink wheel, stood the ink pot upright, and the thick, viscous black ink flowed down slowly, dyeing the entire bronze coin sword black like pitch.

Seeing this, Lü Xiucai was terrified, but running was utterly out of the question now. He immediately fell to his knees, weeping, and knocked his head against the ground, begging for mercy.

Just as the Daoist raised his long sword to strike Lü Xiucai, a cold gleam shot out from the darkness. A long iron needle wrapped in white thread flew silently toward the Daoist’s face.

Just as the white-haired needle was about to pierce the Daoist’s face, a bulge rose from his neck. A baby’s head, covered in wrinkles and a beard, drilled out from inside his collar. Its mouth, filled with rotten teeth, opened wide and snatched the long needle into its mouth.

“Hmph!! How dare you ambush your Daoist master together!” The yellow-robed man’s face gradually reddened, and veins bulged at his temples.

But it was clear that, unlike his earlier casual demeanor, he was now genuinely angry.

With a point of his finger toward the direction the needle had come from, the black robe on the ground levitated by itself and chased after it.

Then his eyes dropped, glaring down at the trembling Lü Xiucai. He raised the bronze coin sword, now coated in thick, sticky ink, and without hesitation, swung it toward his head. He planned to finish this one off first, then deal with the next.

“Aaaah! Mud springs from the Primordial Chaos; the White Lotus blooms when the Golden Age arrives! Save me, Wusheng Laomu!!” Facing this certain death, Lü Xiucai prayed with a piety he had never known before, calling out to the White Lotus Society’s Wusheng Laomu.

The instant the black-ink bronze coin sword sliced through Lü Xiucai’s clothes and bit into his flesh, a white light flashed. The red string binding the coins snapped, shattering the entire sword. Loose coins, along with the black ink, sprayed everywhere.

The enraged Daoist was stunned by the sight. He recoiled three steps in terror. “Th-this is impossible! Wusheng Laomu has long been dead!!”

When Lü Xiucai realized he hadn’t died, he straightened up in shock. Because his clothes had been torn open, the painted cloth he carried fell to the ground.

The painting was of a simple white lotus. The moment he saw it, the Daoist recoiled again.

“This is impossible! Wusheng Laomu has long been dead! You White Lotus heretics are nothing but abandoned pawns!”

But no matter how much the Daoist’s mouth refused to believe it, his body was far more honest. By the time he finished speaking, he was already standing against the wall.

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Reading Guide Decoding

A Desperate Prayer & The Return of a "Dead" God

Cultural / Xianxia Notes

This chapter is a powerhouse of worldbuilding and folk religion tropes. Let’s break down the key elements.

First, you have Spirit Invocation (神打, Shén Dǎ). Lü Xiucai used this technique, which he assumed would make him invulnerable. In folk practice, it's a ritual that temporarily grants a physical boon, often imperviousness to blades, through chanting and blood sacrifice. But it's not absolute; it has clear limits, which is why the Daoist's specialized weapon could still cut him.

Then there's the Daoist's own crazy ability: growing a second, grumpy baby head from his own shoulder to intercept a sneak attack. This is a hardcore, body-horror take on a "Xiantian" (先天) or innate ability, often associated with cultivating a "second self" or a divine fetus within one's own body. It’s a brutal, visual reminder that in this world, power often comes with grotesque physical changes.

The core of the chapter, however, revolves around Wusheng Laomu (无生老母, the Unborn Venerable Mother). She is the central savior figure of the White Lotus Society and its related sects. She is a maternal, merciful mother who promises to lead her children back to the "Native Land of True Emptiness." The idea is that all human souls are her children, sent to the mortal world to suffer. The Daoist’s shock is critical: he states she is dead, implying a major cosmic event or a sect purge. But Lü Xiucai’s genuine, desperate faith, possibly fueled by the latent power of his ruyi or the painting, proves that the connection is still there. This isn't just a prayer; it's a direct appeal that, for a moment, makes the "impossible" possible. The system of belief in the Dao-Twisted World is not abstract; it’s a tangible, dangerous force.

Chapter Overview

Get ready for a wild, one-sided beatdown that turns into a theological crisis! This chapter is a masterclass in psychological and supernatural tension. Our terrified duo—the scheming Gouwa and the pompous Lü Xiucai—find themselves completely outmatched by a ruthless, baby-headed Daoist who wants their precious ruyi and probably their lives. It’s a brutal, almost comedic display of their incompetence (Gouwa’s “brotherhood” runs away faster than a startled cat) until a last-ditch, desperate prayer flips the entire script. The payoff is a chilling, reality-bending moment where a denied god makes a very inconvenient comeback, leaving the Daoist questioning the very fabric of his world. It’s a short, sharp shock to the system that proves faith can be a weapon, even if the god using it is supposed to be dead.

Key Plot Points

The yellow-robed Daoist ambushes Gouwa and Lü Xiucai in the rear courtyard, immediately disarming Gouwa and slicing off one of his fingers with a bronze coin sword.
Lü Xiucai’s attempt to threaten the Daoist with his master’s name (“Li Huowang”) fails completely, marking him as a rogue cultivator with no backing.
Gouwa’s threat of the White Lotus Society backfires spectacularly when the Daoist reveals that the White Lotus is considered easy prey with no powerful patrons.
In a moment of pure cowardice, Gouwa abandons Lü Xiucai and flees, leaving him to face the Daoist alone.
The Daoist overpowers Lü Xiucai with ease, mocking his weak Spirit Invocation technique, and prepares to finish him off.
A hidden ally sends a flying needle, but the Daoist reveals his grotesque secret—a second, wrinkled baby’s head that bites the needle out of the air.
Facing a guaranteed death, Lü Xiucai screams a desperate prayer to Wusheng Laomu, causing the Daoist’s enchanted sword to instantly shatter upon striking his skin.
The Daoist is horrified, denying the event as impossible since “Wusheng Laomu has long been dead,” yet his body’s terrified retreat betrays his words.

Reading Guide

This chapter is a fantastic example of how Dao Gui Yi Xian weaponizes its characters’ beliefs against them. As you read, pay close attention to the sheer panic of both Gouwa and Lü Xiucai. They are not heroes; they are grifters wearing a mask of bravery that shatters the second they face real danger. Gouwa’s selfish flight and Lü Xiucai’s pathetic begging make the climax hit much harder.

Also, savor the Daoist’s arrogance. He is a classic predator of the xianxia world: professional, confident, and contemptuous of his prey. His horror at the end is genuine and delicious. He’s not just a villain; he’s a believer whose entire worldview is being violently challenged. The monstrous baby head is a great visual, but his panic is the real horror. He can’t reconcile the fact of a dead god’s power with his own lived experience.

The subtext here is fantastic. Is the ruyi amplifying Lü Xiucai’s faith? Is the painting a sacred relic? Or did his desperate prayer genuinely tap into a cosmic power that is not as dead as the Daoist believes? The ambiguity is the point. This chapter isn’t about a power-up; it’s about a loophole.

Behind the Scenes: Why "Impossible" Matters

This chapter's title, "Impossible," isn't just a dramatic flourish. It is the core mechanic of the Dao-Twisted World. The Daoist believes Wusheng Laomu is dead because he operates within a logical framework of power: the strong prey on the weak, and the dead have no power. Lü Xiucai’s prayer is "impossible" because it violates that logic. The "horror of a rational explanation" often arises when a character's core understanding of reality is invalidated. Here, the miracle is terrifying because it shouldn't have happened. It forces the Daoist to face a gaping hole in his knowledge, leaving him more shaken than any beating ever could. This is the novel’s unique brand of cosmic dread: not just the presence of monsters, but the collapse of certainty.

Quick Q&A

Lore recap (TL;DR) drawn from this chapter's Cultural / Xianxia Notes — same text as the FAQ structured data on this page.

Why did Lü Xiucai’s prayer work if Wusheng Laomu is dead?: The novel leaves this ambiguous. It could mean she isn't truly dead, that Lü Xiucai's extreme faith temporarily empowered a lingering connection, or that his *ruyi* talisman acted as a holy relic.
Is the baby head on the Daoist’s shoulder a new ability?: It's likely a form of "second self" or "divine embryo" cultivation. This is a classic xianxia trope where a cultivator grows a separate entity inside their body as a final life-saving or offensive tool.
Why is the White Lotus Society considered easy to bully?: Because they are a hunted, underground cult. They have no formal backing from the government or a powerful sect, making them a safe target for other cultivators who don't want to start a major war.