Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1192 The Wonderful Heaven

Even Li Ximing frowned slightly, pondered for a long time, and sighed:
"In this way, the second method is obviously not good. While the lack of intelligence does have its advantages, it is also quite limited. It can most likely only be used for combat, but it has no supernatural powers. Compassion? Its strength is also limited."

To be honest, the Li family doesn't really need another spirit god who only knows how to fight. Whether it's Li Ximing's troublesome spiritual artifact refining or some of his previous plans, they're all difficult to realize. After thinking it over, Li Ximing said:

"These two methods... cannot be used at the same time, right?"

Seeing Li Quewan nod, the man said softly:
“There’s no rush. You should first integrate your supernatural powers and spend a year or two refining several portions of [Mysterious Moon Essence] and extracting [Taiyin Spiritual Essence]. I will dispose of this batch of Horn Wood Treasure Pills and give it to Minghuang first.”

"He took the pill and repaired his physical body. Whether he cultivates magic or supernatural powers, at least he didn't wait in vain. Now we will try this calamity-averting pill."

Li Quewan nodded slightly and replied:

“I still have the Taiyin Spiritual Treasure of Jiuqiu, which was originally very useful for suppressing calamities. Now that King Wei is in the cave, the calamities are not troubling him for the time being, so I will keep it for now and use it to avoid and calculate.”

"Once the Taiyin Pill is completed, I will have the King of Wei take it, and then I will use its wondrous properties to help him avert disaster and calamity!"

Li Ximing nodded, and Li Quewan smiled more, saying:

"With the cave heaven here, this Taiyin spiritual treasure can be made available. This item can not only evade calculations, but also assist in the generation of mysteries. If I put this item on myself, I will gain a lot of benefits."

Li Ximing nodded, took out the Eastern Life Bottle containing the "Qingxuan" from his bosom, and handed it to Li Quewan, saying:
"Take a look."

Li Quewan casually took it, and with a flick of her silver magical power, the entire glass bottle shone brightly, overflowing with azure light. The woman nodded and said:

"What an interesting baby."

She smiled brightly and said:
"【Eastern Destiny Bottle】, to injure the enemy with 【light】, 【Eastern Destiny】 to nourish water, 【Proclamation】 to perform the blessing!"

Li Ximing's doubts were confirmed, and he sighed:
"As expected! The Three Witches and Two Priests have fallen into your hands, and there's still one more wondrous elixir!"

This extra [Declaration Ritual] is simple in some ways, a rather concise blessing technique, but it's also demanding in others, requiring a [Azure Declaration] cultivator to use it. Upon hearing this, Li Ximing's face lit up with joy, and he said:
"Perfect timing. After a few days, I will drink the refined Eastern Life Water and receive its blessing. Then I will proceed with the final step of elixir formation."

Li Quewan said regretfully:

"【Xuan Yi】is, after all, a blessing that is wondrous but rather short-lived. Unless I am constantly watching over my elders, it is difficult to sustain it throughout the entire alchemy process. This wondrous blessing is best used on myself when I am preparing spiritual materials."

She changed the subject and said with a smile:

“However… [Dongming], there’s no need for such trouble! 'Hou Shenshu' guards the Dao of Complete Elixir. My supernatural powers can not only quickly transform these Taiyin spiritual objects, but also affect this bottle.”

Then, the light of lead and mercury in her palm poured down, echoing the blue Xuan treasure bottle. Instantly, the bottle glowed with a deep blue color. She took the final step and suddenly succeeded!

She simultaneously raised the bottle, its light illuminating everything. The power of the [Xuan Yi] worked in unison, briefly clearing Li Ximing's brow with a profound and mysterious aura. Only then did she return the bottle, saying solemnly:
"This junior will take his leave!"

So he carried the spiritual treasure towards the continent, clearly heading towards the grotto-heaven to transform into the Mysterious Moon Essence. Li Ximing sat down, took the azure bottle in his hand, pondered for a moment, then conjured a beam of six-dimensional light and chanted:

“Write a letter to Si Min and order Li Wushao to return to the lake.”

So he flicked his finger, sending the Six Directions Light flying towards the state, then drank the Eastern Life Water in the bottle in one gulp, closed the great formation, placed his palms on the alchemy furnace, and focused on refining the elixir.

……

The world was shrouded in mist and snow, with a few mountain peaks floating among the clouds. The small Taoist temple, like a few sesame seeds, stood out against the snow. In the howling wind, the temple door made a slight creaking sound.

Behind the tightly closed door was a dimly lit area. In the center of the simple, unadorned mud floor stood a mahogany table bearing the marks of time, with incense burning and fruit offered. An old painting was displayed on the yellowed wall.

The painting is hazy and lacks color, but one can vaguely make out that the background is a celestial temple. A figure stands on the bluestone ground, with a tall and straight posture, facing a bluestone wall with his back to the outside, holding a sword behind his back.

But then a wave appeared on the muddy ground, and an old man emerged out of thin air. He shook his head somewhat awkwardly, and after seeing everything around him, he immediately knelt down, performed the grand ceremony of three bows and nine kowtows, and retreated with his head bowed.

"Creak..."

The Taoist priest pushed open the door and stepped out. A blizzard swept in, forcing him to squint and his beard to flutter. He seemed deeply moved, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds for a long time before sighing:

"Finally back!"

He sighed deeply, untied the long silk ribbon from his wrist, tied the large gourd in his hand to his waist, and then used his teleportation ability to walk down the mountain in a few steps. After walking more than a hundred steps, he saw a young man carrying some firewood up the mountain.

The two met, and the young man's expression suddenly changed, filled with both joy and surprise. He exclaimed:
"Uncle-Master Wang, you're back!"

Prince Ziya nodded with a smile, and the young man stepped forward, circled him once, and exclaimed in amazement:
"Uncle-Master, you've suffered losses and sought an empty destiny. This aura is truly astonishing!"

The old Taoist priest sighed:
"This is the Left Dao Immortal!"

The young man laughed and said:

"What's this about unorthodox paths? Nowadays, whether it's the vast heavens or the gloomy earth, the direct descendants of the worldly leaders all love this path, and even the whole world cultivates it. This is the righteous path. We, hiding in our grotto-heavens, might just be the unorthodox ones!"

Prince Ya remained silent.

In the past, whenever the young man mentioned this, Wang Ziya would definitely roll his eyes and scold him. Now, however, he remained silent. The young man glanced at him with a smile, and surprisingly, he felt uncomfortable. He said:

"You brat, you're talking nonsense..."

Prince Ya sighed and said:
"I read in ancient books that the Heavenly Embryo Demonic Path was foul-smelling, rotten, and unbearable to look at, yet a Purple-Gold Path cultivator was born from its belly, brimming with celestial energy. I never believed it, but seeing it today, I have no choice but to believe it..."

"With the collapse of the divine path and the loss of the mortal world, what the Purple Gold Path cannot do—such as consuming qi and eating celestial dew and drinking snow—is it not also a righteous path?"

The young man was stunned. He had always thought his senior apprentice was old-fashioned, but he never expected that after going out, his views would be even more radical than his own. He was speechless for a moment, while Wang Ziya was quite certain:
"Let alone the Supreme True Lord, even figures like Li Zhouwei, Wei Xuanyin, or even Qi Lanyan and Bai Ziyu... these kinds of people cannot be nurtured in a grotto-heaven the size of a finger!"

The young man fell into silent thought. Prince Ziya continued leading him down the path, saying:

"Since Xue Linqing distributed the treasures on the platform and disbanded Tongxuan Palace, I, Dao Qiqing Xuanyuan, have been dwelling in seclusion for far too long. The more I dwell, the further I stray from my true position. Don't you see the problem? Not everyone is a carefree golden being! Even those who are carefree golden beings have thoughts of separating themselves from the treasury!"

Although the young man did not respond, his expression showed agreement, so Wang Ziya said:
"Where is Master?"

Youth Road:
"Having received no message, they should still be in [Dongmutian]."

A cold wind swept in from the mountains, making the pine forest rustle. A white-clad man with no facial features stood beside him, descending the mountain at the same time as him, as if he were a participant in the discussion, listening attentively.

But Wang Ziya was completely unaware, silently clutching the fragment of Qi Lanyan's true spirit hidden in his bosom, [Qingya Huazhi], and said:
"Alright... This time we brought one of your senior brothers back. If there are no mistakes, he will be one of my [Miao Fan Tian] members from now on!"

Upon hearing this, the white-robed immortal raised an eyebrow, scanned the surroundings, and praised:

"So it's [Miao Fantian]!"

This person is none other than Lu Jiangxian!
A great battle took place between the North and South on the lake. Li Zhouwei killed Qi Lanyan, although a part of his true spirit escaped and fell into the Qingya Huazhi. However, Qi Lanyan's true spirit had already been recorded by the Name-Upon Stone. Now that Prince Ziya has completed many tasks, he brought this item into the Miaofantian, which naturally exposed this cave to Lu Jiangxian's sight!
'【Mysterious Prosperity Heaven】...it must undoubtedly be the grotto-heaven of that 【True Lord of the Mysterious Prosperity Treasure of Nourishing Drink】!'

As far as Lu Jiangxian knew, there were many treasures and spiritual objects in the world today, but most of them were passed down from ancient times. Various Taoist scriptures showed that the position of this treasure was vacant—whether this True Lord Xu Xiang had left his position or perished, he was no longer here.

Of course, as one of the first disciples of the Three Mysteries Daoist lineage and the most well-known figure in the Tongxuan Palace, it's unknown what his cultivation level was back then. But if he were still alive today, he would most likely be a Dao Embryo level cultivator...

'It shouldn't be a fall... the most likely explanation is that this person has reached the Dao Embryo or Nascent Soul stage...'

He followed the two down the mountain, admiring the beautiful scenery. Soon, he saw a Taoist temple appearing where the terrain was flat. The buildings were mostly low and not very ornate. Loud chanting of sutras drifted over. Wang Ziya said nothing more and led the young man inside with a smile.

The Taoist temple was simply paved with blue bricks and had redwood beams. The main hall was filled with elderly people, all with gray hair. They all looked like they had studied the classics and had an otherworldly air. However, when you lower your spiritual sense to look at them, you will find that their cultivation level is quite poor. The one or two leading people at the highest point are actually the youngest, looking to be in their thirties or forties. They have cultivated the ancient immortal path and probably have the foundation-building cultivation level.

Even Lu Jiangxian, who was quietly observing from the side, couldn't help but sigh at the sight.

These minor cultivators are none other than the successors of the Lingbao Daoist lineage!

Lu Jiangxian appeared to have solidified a physical form, but in reality, his divine sense was enough for him to travel through the entire cave heaven in an instant. This [Miaofan Heaven] was not small at all. As the former palace of True Lord Xuxiang, this Miaofan Heaven was larger than the [Anhuai Heaven] and [Wanling Heaven] combined, and it was almost as big as half of the Jianghuai region!

Xu Xiang Zhenjun governs the precious land, which is the earth that is ever-growing and nurturing all things. The spiritual energy in this grotto-heaven is beyond question. Although the Taoists of the Lingbao lineage are different from the Li family in their meticulous farming practices and implement the method of small country with few people, this grotto-heaven still has millions of people. It is the grotto-heaven with the most living beings that he has ever seen. It can almost be called a small world.

'This grotto-heaven, with its population and spiritual energy surpassing even Wangyue Lake, receives a Dao lineage at the first level of the Nascent Soul stage. In each generation, within each hall, there are fewer than ten Foundation Establishment level figures! Below Foundation Establishment, there are fewer than seventy cultivators who can use some magic, similar to the Nascent Soul stage in the outside world!'

Although it is a lineage below the Dao Embryo stage, there are quite a few supernatural powers at the Purple Mansion level, with a total of four. However, the number of missing mid-to-low-level cultivators is undoubtedly terrifying. You should know that the population of Wangyue Lake is slightly less than that of this place. The Li family can produce thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators at once, and each of them can cast spells and work every day, unlike these people who have to hold back for three to five days to use a spell.

'Those who can reach the Purple Mansion stage through the Ancient Immortal Path can also achieve it through the Purple Gold Path... It's just a pity for these Foundation Establishment cultivators; if they cultivated the Purple Gold Path, who knows how many supernatural beings could emerge...'

As soon as Wang Ziya appeared, the hall was filled with noise. The voices of "Grandmaster," "Uncle," and "Brother" rose and fell, causing Wang Ziya to wave his hands repeatedly with a complicated expression. He had never thought anything of these scenes before, but now his mindset had changed drastically, and he didn't know what to say. He let the young man deal with him and walked inside with a confused mind.

Upon reaching the deepest part of the palace, one sees long, brown-yellow jade-colored steps leading upwards, their colors crystal clear and magnificent, like a long ladder ascending to the heavens, submerged in the drifting white clouds. The old Taoist priest bowed and slowly began to climb.

The steps grew taller and taller, reaching the height of a person. Prince Ya used his supernatural powers to walk for an unknown amount of time before finally seeing a towering immortal throne.

This throne is intricately patterned, resembling a jade platform. Above it floats clouds, adorned with rare treasures, celestial flowers, and auspicious clouds and mist. On either side, various colored prayer cushions are arranged at different heights, like thousands of minor immortals paying homage, while the central figure transmits the Dharma.

There was no one around, only Prince Ya's figure, like an ant, crawling beneath the jade platform. He took a few steps forward, deeper into the clouds, where there was a place that looked like an altar.

Inside, the curtains were drawn, and a person sat indistinctly, possessing a dignified and imposing appearance, with an aura as powerful as a waterfall. Prince Ya bowed and knelt on the mat, saying in a deep voice:

"Greetings, Daozheng."

The supernatural being inside awoke with a start, emitting a white light that seemed to be observing him through layers of curtains, but it did not respond.

Prince Ya kowtowed, took out the tightly wrapped [Qingya Huazhi] of the Earth element from his bosom, placed it in front of him, and then took out a small brown urn.

The urn was no bigger than a fist, made entirely of ceramic, with a ceramic lid. The gaps were sealed with red lacquer, making it so tightly sealed that even spiritual senses could not penetrate it.

He placed the two items down, returned to his original kneeling position, and only then did he hear the calm and solemn mystical voice:

How is the human world?

The voice echoed throughout heaven and earth, sounding extremely sublime. Prince Ya bowed his head and respectfully said:

"He has the air of a hero."

This statement was clearly unexpected; the light behind the curtain flickered slightly, and the mysterious voice rang out again:

"It was your grandmaster who went out back then. It was during the early days of the chaotic world when everything was just settling down, and all living beings were suffering. He saw this and couldn't stop crying, as if he felt the pain himself. He said to me:"

"The Purple Gold Sect is rampant, the Netherworld is gathering gold, all paths are in chaos, falsely claiming divine intervention, hastily establishing dynasties and wielding false power, spreading bloodshed and slaughter everywhere, defiling the names of immortals and gods."

The man behind the curtain shook his head slightly and said:

I never imagined that you would see me as having a heroic spirit.

“Grandmaster is right, but I also have something to say.”

The old Taoist priest on the ground showed no fear. He raised his head, his eyes clear, and said softly:
"North and South are at odds, the rosy dawn shines upon the Emperor, all the metals will unite, ambitions abound, nobles of true qi rise high in the martial palace, the fertile lands of Jianghuai are restored to the Wei dynasty, and thus the dragons and serpents hide, about to take flight on the clouds!"

"When the righteous path is righteous, chaos is imminent!"

(End of this chapter)