Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Chapter 717: An order from above! The situation changes!
Hou Ming stared at Jiang Yun, and she couldn't help but think of those Immortal Emperors who rose like bright stars in these eras.

The talent and potential that Jiang Yun showed at this moment clearly showed that he had the qualities of an Immortal Emperor!

"When I first arrived at Shangcang, I met so many Dao ancestors, and Sister Hou Ming's guidance inspired me a lot, so I made rapid progress in my cultivation during this period."

Jiang Yun smiled modestly. Although his words were full of modesty, the confident light flashing in his eyes could not be concealed.

The facts were before his eyes. Such an astonishing rate of progress could not be concealed from Hou Ming, with whom he often practiced.

Thousands of years passed like a flash, and when the pendulum of reincarnation once again pointed to the set scale, Jiang Yun and Hou Ming's appointment to practice arrived as scheduled.

After chatting for a while, in the void, two figures crossed the endless galaxy and gathered together as if being pulled by the avenue.

Hou Minglian took light steps and cold mist surged around him. Wherever the icy breath passed, ice crystal patterns condensed in the space.

She sat cross-legged behind Jiang Yun with familiarity. With a slight wave of her white hands, strands of extremely cold air penetrated into Jiang Yun's body like spirit snakes, instantly relieving the burning pain brought by the burning flame of the Samsara Dao.

At the same time, the golden-red flame of reincarnation around Jiang Yun suddenly surged, like a small sun illuminating the entire void.

The scorching breath contained in the flames flowed into Hou Ming's body like a surging wave along the point where the two people touched.

Hou Ming's delicate body trembled slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Ever since she first practiced together with Jiang Yun, this wonderful feeling of ice and fire blending had planted an indelible desire in her heart.

Once upon a time, she endured the erosion of hellfire alone, suppressing the coldness in her body for a thousand years.

Now, this fiery power moistened her long-dry body like a sweet rain, melting the chill that had accumulated over several years, causing her to involuntarily let out a soft moan.

As the founder of Taoism, Hou Ming should have a calm mind and not be disturbed by external things.

But the attraction brought by the complementarity of the great ways was like an invisible shackle that firmly grasped her mind.

It is a desire that comes from the depths of the soul and is more deadly than any spiritual temptation.

The traces of Hellfire and Reincarnation Flame intertwined wildly around the two men. The golden red and dark blue lights collided with each other, emitting a deafening roar.

The golden flames in the Xuanniao Dojo were violently distorted in this confrontation between cold and heat. Sometimes they were frozen into ice sculptures by the cold fog, and sometimes they were burned into nothingness by the flames. The entire space fell into a chaotic state of ice and fire.

As his practice deepened, Hou Ming's body, which had been eroded by the hellfire and was riddled with holes, was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin, which was originally as pale as paper, gradually turned red; the meridians that were covered with frost and coldness were also thawed again under the nourishment of the hot power.

With Hou Ming's assistance, Jiang Yun's control over the Flame of Reincarnation became more and more handy.

He no longer just used fire as a means of attack, but instead carefully polished every flame as if it were a rare treasure.

Under his manipulation, the flame of reincarnation turned into countless tiny threads of fire, penetrating deep into the bone marrow and tempering the body.

Jiang Yun's Taoist physique and bloodline were like a dried-up sponge, madly absorbing the cultivation essence of the heavens and myriad worlds.

From the special physique imprinted in the Reincarnation Order to the ancient blood power he collected during his practice, all were completely integrated in this tempering.

As time went by, the power scale in Jiang Yun's sea of ​​consciousness continued to rise - 810,000, 820,000, 830,000...

Every beat of the numbers was accompanied by the explosion of the body's reshaping and the changes in the expansion of the meridians.

But in this pain, Jiang Yun could clearly feel that he was getting closer and closer to the threshold of his fifth transformation.

When Jiang Yun's physical and blood nourishment climbed to 880,000, the pace of this crazy absorption feast suddenly slowed down.

His eyes became increasingly profound. He no longer blindly pursued quantitative accumulation, but instead poured more energy into the tempering of the Flame of Reincarnation.

The golden-red flame, at this moment, was like a peerless magic weapon in his hand, which had been repeatedly polished and carved.

He used the flames as a guide to continuously purify the impurities in his body. Every inch of his skin and every bone was undergoing a baptism of rebirth in the flames.

At the same time, his control over fire continued to increase, from the initial barely able to control it to now being able to mobilize the power of fire at will.

Jiang Yun knew very well that every transformation was of utmost importance, and it was related to whether he could truly step into a higher level of cultivation.

He had already decided to leave this transformation until the next time he practiced meditation, and to carry it out in the original world that he controlled.

There, he doesn't need to worry about interference from the outside world, let alone worry about his secrets being pryed into by others.

Especially Hou Ming, even though the two of them are working closely together now, in this strange and unpredictable underworld, some secrets are better kept deep in their hearts.

As his practice deepened, Jiang Yun's control reached an astonishing level.

He only needed to move his fingers lightly to make the flame of reincarnation as easy as moving his fingers, covering it without damaging it at all.

Flame can possess a body for a short time.

The flame flowed around his fingertips, sometimes turning into a sharp sword, sometimes condensing into a shield, flexible and changeable, with infinite power.

At this moment, he even had an illusion: if he could continue to immerse himself in such a rhythm of practice, perhaps he could really carve out an invincible path of his own in the long river of time.

However, the gears of fate never turn as anyone expects.

One morning six thousand years later, the heaven and earth at the source of the underworld suddenly trembled violently, as if a pair of invisible hands were shaking this ancient world wildly.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar sounded, and the sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of every living being.

The loud noise resounded between the eighteen levels of the abyss, breaking the eternal tranquility of this place and completely shattering Jiang Yun's dream of cultivation.

Jiang Yun was instantly awakened from his cultivation state, and the aura around him surged out.

Like a beast ready to pounce, he stood up in an instant, his eyes as fast as lightning, gazing towards the sky above the underworld in doubt and surprise.

"what is that!?"

He is already the ancestor of Taoism, but he was awakened by the shock. What is going on?

This is outrageous. This is the ancient land of the Four Great Sources. Could it be that Emperor Huang Tian is here to kill us?!

I saw that the sky above the underworld was originally endlessly dark and deep, with nothing in it, but now a void space was slowly emerging.

That space seemed to come from another dimension, beyond the heavens and myriad worlds, wandering in the dark chaos.

There, the concepts of space and time seem to have ceased to exist, leaving only eternal silence and mystery.

Then, a heart-pounding aura spread.

Interwoven with different strange substances and dark auras, it is like a surging tide, continuously emerging through eternity of time and space.

The silver-grey substance was so dense that it seemed to be real, and its surface was covered with mysterious patterns, each of which seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth. The pale substance emitted a brilliant yet strange light, filled with a creepy ominous aura.

And that bloody substance, like the most primitive sacrificial text, exudes an ancient and evil power.

What made Jiang Yun most uneasy was the strange substance that looked like black blood. Just one look at it made him feel a chill in his heart.

It was as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him through the void, bringing an extremely ominous and creepy feeling.

That is weird and ominous!
The roar made the eighteen levels of the abyss tremble. Dao flames surged around Jiang Yun's body, and his eyes were fixed on the twisted and strange substance in the void.

Hou Ming had stood beside him without him noticing. With a wave of her hand, a dark blue barrier blocked the ominous aura that leaked out. Her expression was solemn, but her voice was as steady as a bell:

"That is the power of the sacrificial text. You have not experienced the Great Sacrifice yet and have not yet mastered this power, so it is normal that you cannot understand it."

Jiang Yun's throat moved slightly, and he was about to speak, but he saw a faint light of reminiscence in Hou Ming's jade eyes, and continued:
“The most fundamental strength of our clan is these sacrificial texts.

Each pattern is engraved with ancient secrets. Once you master the sacrificial text, you will not only have a much stronger vitality than others in the same realm, but your body and soul will also be reshaped."

She raised her hand and pointed at the black substance surging in the void. The veins twisted strangely into runes.

"And if we encounter an unpredictable crisis, we can burn the sacrificial text, tear open a rift in time and space, and hide in a void place that even the great monks cannot explore."

"Even the Immortal Emperor cannot find you, avoiding the heavens and the worlds!"

“Is this the sacrificial text?”

Before Jiang Yun finished his words, the entire world suddenly twisted violently.

The sacrificial text in the void began to condense frantically and was also undergoing subtle changes, as if it was gestating something.

This kind of strange phenomenon has already exceeded the limits of what Daozu can control.

Jiang Yun's heart was filled with alarm. He had heard of the legend of the sacrificial text, but the combination of these things clearly exceeded the limit of the power controlled by Daozu.

It often means that the Immortal Emperor above has passed down an order.

And that order will inevitably be accompanied by blood and rain.

"Is something big going to happen?!"

Jiang Yun muttered to himself, but he couldn't understand anything, and a bitter taste rose in his throat.

As the ancestor of Taoism, even when faced with the extraordinary means displayed by the Immortal Emperor, he can rely on his understanding of the Tao to gain insight into the secrets of the magical powers.

However, the sacrificial text before him seemed to be a taboo that had existed since the beginning of chaos, and every line of it revealed a power that did not belong to this world.

Those pale substances were shining brightly, but they made his soul feel cold; the bloody sacrificial texts were wriggling like a living thing, and it even made the flame of reincarnation in his body a little unstable.

Cold sweat slid down Jiang Yun's back. It was the first time he saw this thing. As a fake Dark Taoist, he felt uneasy at the moment.

Although he knew something about the sacrificial text as the fundamental power of the strange clan, he had never really come into contact with it.

Now that I have witnessed its power with my own eyes, I am shocked to realize that this force is far more terrifying than I imagined.

The sacrificial talisman in the void has already taken shape. Within the inky black lines, it seems as if there are pairs of prying eyes hidden, scanning the entire abyss of the underworld.

In the vast underworld, the abyss trembles.

The strange power of the sacrificial text was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been dormant since the beginning of chaos, and it had finally awakened.

Each kind of strange substance originates from the origin sedimentation of different creatures. Behind them is an unfathomable and terrifying background, which is the source of weirdness and ominousness.

These strange substances are madly intertwined in the void at the source of the underworld, like a pair of giant hands from the underworld, using time and space as paper and laws as pens to outline runes that exude a breath of destruction.

As the runes circulated, the pressure spread across eternity of time and space. Even the underworld, one of the four powerful sources, found it difficult to suppress this terrifying wave.

The eighteen layers of the abyss shook violently under the pressure of the runes, and the great laws of the heavens and all worlds were distorted and deformed at this moment, as if the entire world was about to be reshuffled and all paths were about to be reopened.

At this time, the Taoist ancestors who were in seclusion in the abysses of the underworld were awakened one after another.

The aura around them surged as they broke through the secret realm of cultivation, looking at the sacrificial texts surging in the void with different expressions.

Some showed awe, some had serious eyes, and some had slightly shrunken pupils, revealing a hint of fear.

Those who are at the pinnacle of cultivation cannot help but feel fearful in the face of this power.

As time passed, the sacrificial texts in the void slowly gathered together as if pulled by some mysterious force.

They intertwined and merged with each other, and finally turned into an ancient piece of talisman paper, descending intact above the underworld.

As soon as the talisman paper appeared, it burst out with infinite light. The light was dazzling, but it also revealed a strange aura.

Wherever the light passed, the eternal silence and darkness in the underworld were instantly dispelled, replaced by a strange world shrouded in the light of sacrificial texts.

"Boom!"

A loud noise sounded between heaven and earth, and on the talisman paper, countless mysterious voices intertwined.

The sound was sometimes low like the roar of an ancient beast, and sometimes sharp like the howling of thousands of evil spirits. It was more like billions of creatures praying and making wishes devoutly, calling for the arrival of some terrifying existence.

Then, a vague but extremely majestic voice resounded through the heavens and the earth: "The underworld, the Soul River, the floating earth of the four poles, the burial pit of the Emperor of Heaven, all places have sent their Taoist ancestors to the abandoned land of heaven to fight until everything is cleared up!"

The sound seemed to come from the sky, and it seemed to explode in the sea of ​​consciousness of every living being, instantly spreading to the ancient roads of the four sources, causing all living beings to tremble.

Before he finished speaking, the sacrificial talisman burst out with even greater light again.

One after another, sacrificial texts burst into crystal light, emerged from the sacrificial talismans, and descended towards the source of the underworld.

Wherever it passed, space was torn apart, time was distorted, and the entire underworld was crumbling under the impact of this force.

A war that sweeps across the heavens seems to be about to begin.

"war!"

The sacrificial talisman shattered like a shattered sky. In an instant, the eighteen levels of the underworld shook violently, as if billions of prehistoric beasts had awakened at the same time.

The dark void was torn apart, streams of terrifying auras rose into the sky, and Dao ancestors stepped out from the depths of the abyss.

A chaotic mist lingered around them, and in their hands were condensed immortal sacrificial texts that exuded an ancient aura. The runes flashed, and they seemed to have the power to create the world.

These Dao Ancestors had fanatical lights burning in their eyes as they vied with each other to incorporate the sacrificial texts into the remaining sacrificial symbols. For a moment, a majestic aura swept across the heavens like a raging wave, distorting the long river of time.

(End of this chapter)