Taoist Master Xuanhuang

They have a significant advantage in intelligence, and the gap in strength is rapidly narrowing.

With these two points, all crises that could threaten the cultivation world have disappeared.

As time goes by, the cultivation world will grow stronger, while the sacred world will stagnate for a long time.

A trend of rising and falling.

With this situation, Xuanhuang no longer had any concerns about the cultivation world.

Even though the Star Lord of the Star Realm was planning a so-called bizarre plan to become king, it was unexpectedly predicted by his subordinate faction.

One has to marvel at the magic of luck.

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the other side.

Upon returning to a temporary base, Monk Jingguan reported the situation to Minghui.

"Amitabha Buddha, Jing Guan, you've worked hard."

Minghui was very satisfied. As long as the plan succeeded, there was at least a 70% chance that he could kill Wuchan the Evil Buddha.

There's no need to even besiege the Enlightenment Realm.

When Wu Chan Xie Fo staged a theatrical attack on the Animal Creation Daoist, there must have been some depletion involved, right?

The sacred being, which could not sustain its power for long periods, had already exhausted most of its energy and even voluntarily moved away from its own domain; such conditions were truly remarkable.

“Amitabha, it is what this humble monk should do,” Jingguan said.

If he succeeds, he will become the first among the Jing generation. Even if the headquarters is splitting up, his reputation will still spread throughout the entire Buddhist sect.

I have a bright future wherever I want to go in the future.

“Go on, you’ve gone from one hundred steps to ninety-nine. You’re just one step away, so be careful,” Minghui said.

"Yes!"

The silence has faded.

Prepare for everything tomorrow.

Even though his plan was perfect, he still had to participate, and his purpose in doing so was to intimidate Wu Chan Xie Fo.

For example, when Wu Chan Xie Fo fought against Zao Chu Dao Ren, he should record it himself and use the recording jade slip to record the scene.

Only in this way can we create momentum for Wu Chan Xie Fo according to plan.

This step cannot be skipped.

If he hadn't appeared, Wu Chan Xie Fo wouldn't have needed to cause trouble for the Creator of Animals.

After all, in Wu Chan Xie Fo's view, acting also requires certain conditions.

The next day, the sun shone brightly.

On this day, the light in the sky was so vast it was almost eerie.

Under the blazing sun, what is poured down is not warmth, but a kind of viscous, solidified golden glaze, covering the terraced mountains, ancient stone villages, and winding rivers.

The once vibrant green fields were coated with a layer of hard, metallic death, each leaf appearing as if sculpted from copper foil, its edges so sharp they could cut the gaze of the one staring at it.

There was not a breath of wind; the air was still, like a specimen immersed in a giant amber.

In the distance, the barking of ferocious beasts and the eerie laughter of children were dragged along by the frozen light, slowing them down to an unusually slow pace. When they landed, they sounded like stones hitting a deep pool—dull, hollow, leaving a long, ominous trail of trembling echoes.

In the area near the animal-making path, there is a boundary for the creation of livestock.

Although the eerie has vanished without a trace, these possessed saints are like substitutes for the eerie.

The resentment of heaven and earth must find a way to be resolved.

As mentioned before, due to its special nature, the Blue Star Holy Land is attracting endless resentment from the vast universe.

Through the nine layers of celestial energy above the blue planet, the celestial energy was tainted and altered by this dense resentment.

Deep space is not a vacuum.

There lie sediments heavier than darkness itself—the echoes of civilizations when the worlds were destroyed, the embers of curses before the fall of gods and demons, and even the dark dregs left over from the beginning of the universe's creation... They are formless and intangible, floating and accumulating like cosmic dust that has settled over billions of years.

This "sea of ​​vengeful spirits," which had been silent for millennia, was slowly stirred and awakened by some invisible gravitational tide.

In the dark void, a viscous, sticky, and silent "turbid current" began to flow.

It is not a liquid, but a collection of all negative emotions such as despair, hatred, jealousy, and greed, like a spiritual cancer cell on a light-year scale, slowly spreading and permeating towards that star field suspended in a corner of the universe, radiating pure spiritual light—the Nine Heavenly Gangs of Blue Star.

Beyond the Blue Star, there were originally nine magnificent and unparalleled law barriers, like crystal armor protecting the Holy Domain.

The outermost Pure Void Thunder Ring: flowing with purple and white thunder that purifies all evil, shaped like a lightning net cage entwined around the stars;

The secondary magnetic star sand barrier consists of countless tiny star fragments constrained by the Earth's magnetic field, rotating at high speed like a dazzling galaxy vortex.
The innermost vast ocean of righteous energy: the extremely rich and pure energy of heaven and earth transforms into a milky white sea of ​​clouds, containing the life-giving nectar that nourishes all things;

Then came the Mysterious Frost Ice Soul Realm: the condensed ice rules formed a crystal Great Wall, refracting the light of billions of stars;

Core Golden Yang True Fire Wall: A furnace barrier constructed from the pure laws of solar refined gold, burning away all impurities;
There are also the Divine Tree Azure Mist Array, the Kunyuan Earth Cover, the Taiyin True Water Curtain, and the Chaos Mother Qi Placenta...

Each layer is formed by the condensation of the fantasies of all worlds on Blue Star. Of course, there are also fragments of the entire Milky Way galaxy and even the Virgo Cluster, which were attracted by the enormous gravitational pull. It is the ultimate crystallization of the evolution of laws over a hundred years.

The resentment of the universe, like a ghostly tsunami, silently crashed against this sacred barrier.

Silent erosion!

The outermost Qingxu Thunder Ring was the first to be attacked.

The surging purple and white lightning snakes seemed to have been injected with lead oil, their speed suddenly reduced, their brilliance dimmed, and they emitted a silent lament.

At the edge of the purple lightning, fine, hair-like, ominous dark gray "flocculent matter" began to entangle, like a cold spider web coiling around an electric dragon.

Every time the lightning attempted to cleave through the tide of resentment, the dark gray, fibrous material would contract and coil like living things, silently devouring and dulling the lightning's energy.

On the ring surface, countless tiny dark spots quietly appeared.

Inside the vortex of primordial magnetic star sand, billions of dazzling star sand particles resemble fireflies thrown into ink.

The sparks and sparks that fly out from the high-speed collision and friction between the sand grains are no longer pure gold, but are mixed with specks of dark red blood light.

The once dazzling and magnificent vortex, like a jeweled belt stained with blood, left a murky trail as it spun.

In the pure and flawless sea of ​​celestial nectar, nauseating, purulent yellow bubbles began to rise from the depths of the milky white sea of ​​clouds.

After the bubbles burst, a viscous "oil" flowed out, which, as if it had a life of its own, twisted and climbed along the trajectory of the airflow, annihilating each other with the nectar containing nourishing vital energy, emitting an extremely faint but soul-stirring sizzling sound.

The crystal-clear Xuan Shuang Ice Soul Realm was covered with a layer of filthy frost.

Countless twisting, struggling, and silently howling ice "ghosts" had formed within the ice layer.

The once smooth, mirror-like ice wall was now covered with tiny, dark green lines resembling mold spots, and fragments of decaying ice mixed with resentment were constantly peeling off.

Deeper still... within the Divine Tree Azure Mist Formation, the spirit shadows of towering ancient trees, their branches and veins transformed into dark, murky "blood vessels," flowing with foul-smelling venom;

The Kun Yuan Wu Tu (Earthly Earth) is covered with a powerful and heavy earthy aura, which is corroded into countless foul-smelling swamp "ulcers".
The clear waters of the Taiyin True Water Curtain were infused with thick, amber-like filth, and the starlight reflected from them turned a dim, grayish-blue.

The very core of the primordial chaos, the placenta, which was originally pure primordial purple energy, suddenly developed a turbid, dark spot resembling a giant eye, and pulsated slightly like a parasitized and infected heart...

The nine layers of celestial energy, like nine crystal statues being slowly thrown into a pool of strong acid, silently melted, deteriorated, and collapsed.

The divine light of the past has been swallowed up by filth, leaving only the terrible fact that it has been "more than half corrupted".

Looking from deep space, the outer layer of the blue planet is no longer enveloped by a sacred halo, but by a morbid, ever-changing, and distorted seven-colored light pollution that exists between brilliance and decay.

The seemingly disastrous defeat of the Heavenly Gang directly shook the foundation of the Holy Domain.

But that's not the case; the Nine Heavenly Guardians are even stronger than imagined.

The pollution of various resentments cannot taint the most fundamental essence; it merely coats the outer layer with an ominous glow.

You can even see that the Nine Heavenly Generals are slowly digesting this 'gift'.

Indeed, this resentment is a gift, an opportunity to strengthen the Nine Heavens.

Blue Star is like a pearl suspended in the dark depths of the sea, while the resentment of darkness is slowly seeping into its crystalline shell.

The fortress of its inherent divinity became increasingly solidified and profound.

The resentment passed through the Heavenly Gang.

The core domain controlled by the true cultivators, protected by the fortune, was like a giant diversion shield, falling into foreign lands and countries outside of Xia Kingdom.

The place where Wu Chan Xie Fo and Zao Chu Dao Ren resided was such a remote and exotic land.

There were only some bewildered creatures from a small, alien world here, who had no idea what was happening.

Unaware that their world had been shattered and merged into the larger world, and even less aware that the place they were in was now the main world.

This was the first time Wu Chan had ever traveled such a great distance from the boundary.

Although he was nervous and his expression was serious, he was able to relax and see the real world for the first time.

However, the world he sees is not normal.

The influx of resentment changed them, and it also changed the environment around them.

Amidst the terraced fields, vast expanses of golden wheat ears should be rustling in the wind. Yet, at this moment, all is deathly silent, with every ear of wheat standing stiffly upright, its tips oozing thick, black, oily droplets.

Sunlight falls upon it, refracting a cold, quenched luster, like countless inverted, poisoned black spears, waiting to pierce something.

The supple branches of the weeping willows along the riverbank were now taut like iron chains, pinning the distorted projection firmly to the scorching ground.

The shadow seemed to weigh a ton, pressing down on the weak grass growing in the cracks of the stone slab, causing it to tremble violently and its thin stems to ooze a bloody sap.

A bizarre mountain village came into view, where all the chickens and ducks huddled in the corners of their sheds, their bodies pressed against the ground, their feathers bristling like steel spikes.

An old ox was ruminating under a tree, its movements stiff as a puppet. Its cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of murky gray, and when they rolled occasionally, they reflected no light at all, but instead revealed the deathly stillness of the deep mud of the slaughterhouse.

Several black crows perched on the tallest, gnarled branch of a dead tree, their necks twisted at unnatural angles, their beaks opening and closing silently without uttering a cry, only repeatedly making the shape of their mouths as if they were crushing bones.

"Hmph, a mere trick. If you don't learn your lesson, who will die if not you?"

The closer one gets to the realm of animal creation, the more bizarre it becomes. All of this is the property of the Animal Creation Daoist, the foundation he has quietly built up over the years.

They are all products of his divine power.

Originally a branch of the laws of creation, he became a master of animal creation after falling into demonic possession.

It seems that Wu Chan came alone, but two non-human beings are about to clash.

The invisible aura is like its "domain," and its edges are already sparking with friction.

Cicadas chirped from the west, an evil Buddha patrolled the realm, and strange noises echoed from the edge of the sky.

It wasn't thunder, but rather a "buzzing" sound produced by the rapid, overlapping vibrations of millions of jade cicada wings.

Where the sound waves passed, the dazzling sunlight seemed to be filtered and distorted by an invisible sieve!
Countless fine, needle-like strands of azure light fell from the sky, connecting heaven and earth, faintly forming a massive mandala projection that covered half the sky, flowing with painful Sanskrit characters, like a net of sorrowful incantations.

On the western horizon, a dazzling "golden incandescent star" was slowly approaching.

With each flicker of its "heartbeat," the entire sky net trembled, and the shockwaves swept silently across the earth, instantly causing countless tiny, spider-like cracks to appear on the surfaces of all the tiles and pottery it touched.

From the east, the animal path begins, while the demon path lies dormant.

In contrast, the sunlight cannot truly penetrate the deep valley to the east.

The darkness there was like filthy silt that had been accumulating for thousands of years.

The strong, fishy stench seemed to have a physical form, condensing into slow-moving, viscous, grayish-yellow turbid streams.

On the barren beach at the valley entrance, several enormous skeletons lay half-buried in the scorched soil—a bull's head twisted like the roots of an old tree, a wolf's spine piercing flesh and tearing into bone blades and thorns, and a huge snake's molt covered with thick moss, still undulating slightly, with dark green pus seeping from the cracks from time to time.

The valley was deathly silent, like a tomb, except for a grotesque Taoist temple made of countless animal skins, human skins, and broken pieces of wood, which pulsated slightly.

The gate was dark and gaping, like the unfathomable throat of a beast. With each "pulse," black gas mixed with dust would spew out from it, transforming into countless tiny black insects that silently merged into the stagnant air like a plague.

What is most suffocating is the feeling of stagnation in everything!
The sunlight was dazzling, but it couldn't dispel the bone-chilling cold.

The wind was still, and even breathing felt heavy; the air I inhaled felt like iron filings blocking my throat.

Scattered here and there, like stars in the sky, are many small mountain villages.

The young and strong men in the village unconsciously gripped their hoes or machetes tightly. The blades reflected a blinding white light in the sunlight, and the process of their knuckles turning white from the force, even piercing their skin and dripping blood, seemed slow and insignificant.

The children stopped playing and huddled in a corner, a faint, animalistic vertical line flashing deep in their pupils, a line that was neither human nor animal.

A tabby cat tried to jump onto the wall, but its movements seemed to be stuck in glue. Its tail got caught on the tip of a stiff, withered blade of grass, from which thin lines of blood seeped out. The viscous blood droplet hung in mid-air and solidified into a scarlet amber crystal.

The mournful song of the jade cicada in the west grew clearer and grander.
The putrid miasma from the east spread and expanded silently.

Stagnant light, stagnant wind, stagnant breath, stagnant blood droplets... everything is accumulating.

An invisible force field clashed between the enormous, azure-colored mandala in the sky and the pulsating demonic temple in the deep valley. Each cicada's chirp and the temple's spewing of black miasma—

Black beads of fat hanging from the tips of all the stagnant wheat ears

All the stiff willow shadows were pinned to the ground and the small grass.
The blood droplets of all the children hanging in mid-air...

They all trembled at once!
The tremor was silent, yet it carried the omen of tearing everything apart.

The heavens and earth were like a giant cowhide drum stretched to its limit, waiting for the first drop of scalding demonic blood to fall before it would be completely pierced, detonating this overwhelming, sun-drenched golden calamity!

"Who?"

A majestic voice, powerful yet dignified, resounded from within the realm.

...(End of chapter)