Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

However, the flame of reincarnation condensed by the black bird back then was as weak as a candle flame, and it condensed only a few times.

Therefore, the traces of Tao remaining in the black bird's body are as light as mist.

Although there was also a sense of closeness between the two, it was not as strong and direct as it was now when facing Jiang Yun.

Although Hou Ming Daozu had anticipated meeting Jiang Yun this time, the strong sense of closeness that came over her was still like a thunderclap that shook her mind and surprised her.

"You don't need to worry when you first arrive in the underworld."

"When Fellow Daoist Emperor Xuan first arrived, he first practiced in seclusion for two long years before gradually coming into contact with many matters of the underworld."

Daozu Hou Ming spoke slowly, his voice echoing in this cold ice arena with a hint of reminiscence.

In the mysterious world of the underworld, they are all supreme creatures and do not care too much about the red tape of rules and regulations.

"Only when the great sacrifice is about to begin, the great sacrifice of the heavens will be grandly opened. We all need to go to the ancestral altar. Under the guidance of the master priest, we will perform the blood sacrifice ceremony of the heavens."

Hou Ming Daozu's eyes were deep, as if he saw through the thick fog and saw the grand and mysterious festival scene. "By then, it will be a great opportunity for us."

"The closer you get to the altar, the more you can capture and comprehend the sacrificial patterns that contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and even some wonderful sacrificial symbols."

"If you are dedicated to your practice, you only need to wait patiently for this grand ceremony to begin."

Hou Ming Daozu paused, then continued, "But if you want to strive for a better position closer to the altar, you must contribute to the opening of the grand sacrifice and obey the unified arrangements of the chief priest."

Afterwards, Hou Ming Daozu began to systematically tell Jiang Yun about the origin of the underworld.

As supreme beings at the source of the underworld, they have two main tasks.

First, practicing with all one's strength, striving to break through the realm and become the almighty Immortal Emperor, this is undoubtedly the top priority.

Second, make every effort to ensure the smooth progress of the grand ceremony.

Some trivial matters in daily life can be handled by the immortal kings under the underworld.

However, once powerful creatures of the quasi-immortal emperor level are born in the outside world, they will have to respond to the call and rush to the battlefield on the day the grand sacrifice begins.

When the grand sacrifice begins, there will be endless blood and gore in the sea of ​​sacrifice.

At that time, the Dark Dao Ancestor of the Weird Clan will launch a frantic hunt and siege on the Quasi-Immortal Emperor to ensure that the grand sacrifice is held smoothly.

Inside the hall of the underworld, the cold atmosphere seemed to materialize as ice fog, surging and rolling strangely under the illumination of the dim, flickering candlelight.

Hou Ming Daozu sat upright on the chair carved from ten-thousand-year-old black ice. The mysterious aura surrounding her blended with the gloomy environment, as if she herself was a part of the mysterious rules of the underworld.

Jiang Yun stood aside, his eyes calm, listening quietly to Hou Ming Daozu's story.

"In fact, in the final analysis, it can be summed up in one sentence. If the grand sacrifice is not started, the Dark Dao Ancestor will not be able to hide."

Hou Ming Daozu's voice was long and lingering, as if it had traveled through endless years, carrying with it the vicissitudes and mystery accumulated over the years.

“Even if the grand ceremony begins, unless there is fierce resistance, the Dark Dao Ancestor will not easily show up and will just sit back and enjoy the final rich harvest.”

After Hou Ming finished speaking, Jiang Yun nodded slightly, with a slightly playful smile on his lips, "It seems that we are basically free in this underworld!"

After listening to what Ming Daozu said, the situation in the underworld did not seem to be too complicated.

No wonder the Dao ancestors of the four major sources of the universe all stay in their own nests all day long.

No matter how the outside world changes and how the war rages, as long as the grand sacrifice has not begun and as long as the enemy has not directly attacked them, they will ignore it and silently wait for the final moment of reckoning.

No one can tell exactly how many long years are included in one sacrificial year.

For these supreme beings in the underworld, the only truly busy days may be the short hundred years when the grand festival begins.

They do not advocate fighting alone, but prefer to act collectively at the final reckoning, like a surging black wave, sweeping across the heavens and seas.

By then, blood will pour down like a rainstorm, dyeing every world red. After the cruel destruction, only a few seeds of living creatures will remain on the earth.

These seeds will lay the groundwork for the opening of the next era, awaiting the next ruthless harvest.

"However, there may be an exception this time."

Hou Ming Daozu suddenly spoke, a trace of worry flashed in his beautiful eyes, and his brows were slightly furrowed. That charming look would make anyone who saw it feel pity.

"But what?"

When Jiang Yun heard this, his expression suddenly became stern and his aura became slightly restrained.

With his rich experience, any turning point of "but" or "however" is what he should pay attention to.

"Don't worry. Although this matter is serious, you probably won't be called in."

Hou Ming Daozu looked at Jiang Yun, the worry in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a gentle smile.

For some reason, whenever she saw Jiang Yun, she would feel inexplicably happy.

Perhaps it was because the two people's auras complemented each other and reached a wonderful balance. This comfortable feeling made her feel at ease.

Jiang Yun stood aside, his eyes sharp as torches, listening quietly to Hou Ming Daozu's story.

"The chief priest was killed and the altar was destroyed!"

The voice of Hou Ming Daozu suddenly changed, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying with it endless solemnity and severity.

"Now, the Quasi-Daoist Ancestor of this era in the Heavenly Forsaken Land is frantically fighting for the remains of the altar, attempting to completely destroy it."

There was a cold light flashing in her eyes, which looked particularly strange in this dim hall.

"Although the ancestral land has issued an order and many Dao ancestors have rushed to the Forsaken Land, only a small number of them have been summoned this time. The ancestral land is not in a hurry. People like you who have just entered the underworld will not be involved in this dispute."

After listening to the stories told by Hou Ming Daozu and Di Tian, ​​Jiang Yun had a general understanding of these secret matters.

However, during the conversation with Hou Ming, Jiang Yun keenly noticed an extremely interesting yet strange phenomenon.

Whenever the ancestral land and the great sacrifice were mentioned, Hou Ming, who had a gentle expression, suddenly became a different person.

Her eyes became strange and unpredictable, with a fanatical flame burning in them, mixed with a hint of almost crazy paranoia.

At the same time, a strong murderous intent towards the enemies of the ancestral land emanated from her body like a surging black wave, as if to completely crush all enemies who dared to oppose the ancestral land and the high sacrifice.

As her emotions changed drastically, the dark power around her began to fluctuate wildly. The strange and ominous aura quickly emerged on her body like a thick black fog, enveloping her entire body.

Before, when Jiang Yun was talking to Di Tian, ​​Di Tian behaved in the same way.

Now Hou Ming is also like this, which makes Jiang Yun feel a chill down his spine.

Both Ditian and Houming seemed to be affected by this strange aura. Even as a Taoist ancestor with supreme cultivation and strong will, he still couldn't get rid of this influence, as if he didn't notice any changes in himself, which was really weird.

These scenes made Jiang Yun more and more wary of the strange and ominous ancestral land above the heavens.

In his mind, the instructions of Emperor Huang Tian involuntarily emerged again: It is okay to lurk in the four major source areas, but never go to the heavens!

Emperor Huang Tian's warning was like a heavy hammer, hitting Jiang Yun's heart.

He knew very well that what Emperor Huang Tian was worried about was the erosion and pollution of this strange aura.

Fortunately, Jiang Yun has a unique experience.

In the process of falling into darkness, he was not eroded by the weird and ominous aura like others.

With the help of a unique panel, he successfully mastered the power of darkness and brought it completely under his control.

In the universe, there is only one person like Jiang Yun.
It also gave him a sense of resistance that others did not have when facing this strange aura.

The strange clan regarded him as one of their own clan, but he was still able to remain clear-headed.

The other dark creatures had already been invaded deeply into their very being by the weird and ominous aura, like a group of greedy demons.

Looking back to the moment they fell into darkness, that strange and ominous aura was like a sudden storm, instantly sweeping through their souls and eroding their essence.

From then on, they fell into an abyss of no return, with no way back.

Now, whenever the ancestral land and the great sacrifice are mentioned, these dark creatures will instantly fall into a state of frenzy like a lit powder keg.

In their hearts, the great sacrifice has become their only belief and their only pursuit.

However, the strangest thing is that they themselves are unaware of this strange change at all, just like puppets controlled by invisible strings, blindly following the given instructions.

Because of this, they formed a unified belief and called themselves the Weird Clan.

Under the command of the mysterious power of the plateau, they are like precision-operated machines and will not cause the slightest disturbance.

The entire tribe acted in unison, like a dark torrent, rolling towards an unknown destination.

Of course, not all creatures shrouded in darkness are doomed to perish.

Just like the creatures on the other side of the sea boundary, they successfully reshaped their origins under the baptism of Jiang Yun's unique dark power.

This powerful force, like a storm of light, dispelled the dark haze that shrouded them, allowing them to escape from the weird and ominous erosion and changes and regain new life.

If living beings had not fallen into darkness, the strange and ominous aura would still be terrifying, but the impact on them would be relatively limited.

This aura is like a rootless duckweed. Without a solid foundation, it is difficult to grow and develop.

Even if living beings are accidentally contaminated with some of it, for cultivators with a deep foundation in the Great Dao, it will cause certain changes, but it will not cause fatal fundamental impact.

It takes a long time to penetrate and change the origin of living beings.

However, once a living being falls into darkness, the situation is completely different.

At the critical moment when darkness and the origin of the Tao transform into each other, the weird and ominous aura will be like a cunning poisonous snake, taking the opportunity to infect the whole body of the monk.

They change the monks' thoughts, behaviors and souls unconsciously, making them appear to have fallen into darkness, but in fact they have become puppets of a weird and ominous aura.

With his increasingly in-depth contact with the dark world and the Taoist ancestors deep in the underworld, Jiang Yun gradually made a series of amazing discoveries.

And Emperor Huang Tian seemed to have known all of this for a long time.

He saw Jiang Yun as a hope to break the deadlock.

Inside the dojo, the lingering cold fog was like countless vengeful spirits, emitting bursts of sharp wails, constantly impacting the space and causing the surrounding air to distort and deform.

Jiang Yun stood in the middle with a calm expression. He bowed to the Taoist Ancestor Hou Ming who was sitting on the Ice Throne and said:
"Thank you, Daoist Hou Ming, for telling me. With your detailed explanation, many of my doubts have been solved. Now I can practice with peace of mind."

After listening to Hou Ming Daozu's in-depth analysis, Jiang Yun had a more thorough understanding of the current situation.

At this moment, he had no intention of staying any longer. He moved slightly and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

During this period of time together, Jiang Yun's doubts and uneasiness became more and more intense.

There seemed to be an invisible magical power on Hou Ming Daozu. The more he came into contact with him, the more familiar he felt with him. The two of them were like close friends who had known each other for many years.

But Jiang Yun knew in his heart that this feeling was too strange, as if there was some unspeakable secret hidden behind it.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that this inexplicable sense of familiarity would interfere with his judgment and lead him into an irretrievable situation.

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood me and want to stay away from me, right!?"

Just as Jiang Yun was about to leave in a hurry, the cold voice of Hou Ming Daozu suddenly rang out.

She tilted her neck slightly, and her snow-white skin glowed slightly.

Her eyes were deep and distant, staring at Jiang Yun quietly, as if trying to see through his soul.

Jiang Yun's heart suddenly tightened when he heard this.

For some reason, he heard a hint of resentment in Hou Ming Daozu's tone.

This caused a strong sense of uneasiness to surge in his heart.

He couldn't help but suspect that this Hou Ming Daozu was not practicing the icy law that could freeze the long river of time, but an extremely mysterious charm technique that was specifically used to confuse other people's minds.

"That's not the case. I just don't dare to bother Daoist Hou Ming too much."

Jiang Yun suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and responded calmly on the surface.

But in fact, he had already felt like he was facing a formidable enemy in his heart, and his vigilance against Hou Ming Daozu had reached an unprecedented level.

He secretly circulated the power in his body, ready to mobilize the Flame of Reincarnation at any time to deal with any possible crisis.

However, when he tried to mobilize the Flame of Samsara, he was surprised to find that the source of fire here was extremely scarce, far less than he had imagined.

This situation is extremely abnormal, even more scarce than the source of fire on the reincarnation path in the underworld. It seems that there is a mysterious force that suppresses the source of fire to the extreme.

Especially around Hou Ming Daozu, the source of fire was almost extinct, which made Jiang Yun feel a strong chill in his heart.

Is there really some conspiracy that cannot be accomplished?
On the ice throne, Hou Ming Daozu fixed his eyes on Jiang Yun and spoke slowly:
"I can understand your concerns. In fact, when we are close to each other, we will have the same feeling. It is not my trick."

"Didn't Xuanniao mention it to you? The two of us are the closest."

His voice was like a spring flowing in the cold night, cold yet somewhat gentle, trying to soothe Jiang Yun's tense nerves. (End of this chapter)