Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Tu Shanlian watched as Binmiao meticulously stitched up Tuolong's wounds, sewaging and combing through its flesh, bones, and meridians. At the same time, Binmiao also branded various restrictions and demonic seals onto its flesh and bones, reshaping its physical body.

This one step alone took Binmiao three days.

During this process, Binmiao somehow managed to protect Tushan Lian's life, keeping her alive and forcing her to watch helplessly as Tuolong was tortured by Binmiao.

As the sewing was finished, Binmiao plucked the lotus seeds from the black lotus platform and stuffed them into the seven orifices of Tuolong. Then, as Binmiao used his magic, Tuolong's body began to tremble.

After the lotus seeds were inserted into Tuolong's seven orifices, they seemed to come alive, and began to extend into tiny roots that passed through Tuolong's eight extraordinary meridians, filling his acupoints and flesh. Tu Shanlian could see the roots wriggling like worms between Tuolong's skin and flesh, which made Tu Shanlian almost shudder!
Binmiao remained unmoved, quietly watching as the dragon's body was filled with the roots of the lotus seeds. Then, she straightened the dragon's body and placed it on the only remaining lotus platform of the black lotus.

In the next instant, the lotus platform began to grow larger, eventually transforming into a furnace that swallowed Tuolong whole. Demonic fire burned, forging his flesh and blood; Tuolong's fate was sealed.

Four days have passed since I finished doing all this.

It must be said that the beings in the Upper Three Realms are all incredibly resilient, and the demon race is notoriously difficult to kill. The fact that Tu Shan Lian can still cling to life to this day is enough to prove the tenacity of the demon bloodline.

After preparing the Tuolong, Binmiao looked at Tushan Lian, who was still barely alive. He had to admit that Tushan Lian's appearance and bone structure were both excellent. After all, she came from the Tushan Holy Land, and her looks and appearance were top-notch.

Binmiao scrutinized Tushan Lian as if examining a piece of merchandise: "You are different from Tuolong. His master is the Dragon Lord of Bibo Pool. He is dead, so he is dead."

“And above you is the Tushan Holy Land, which is a pure Yang holy land, and it is not easy to provoke it.”

Looking at Binmiao's appearance, Tu Shanlian's heart sank to the bottom. She felt cold all over and couldn't feel any hope. In the past few days, she had seen what kind of person Binmiao was.

This is an absolute demon, utterly devoid of morality and humanity. In his eyes, she and Tuolong are merely tools, whether useful or not.

But Tu Shan Lian really didn't want to die!
Finally, after scrutinizing her for a while, Binmiao made a decision: "I can save you, but you must obey my orders, okay?"

Tu Shan Lian had no right to refuse, nor did she want to be treated like a pig or a dog by Bin Miao, as she had been treated with Tuo Long. She was the princess of the Tu Shan Holy Land, and she had to maintain the dignity and face of the Tu Shan Holy Land.

Seeing that Tu Shanlian agreed, Binmiao smiled and shook out a black lotus seed from his sleeve: "Come, come, take this black lotus seed, and your injuries will be mostly healed."

Without giving anyone a chance to refuse, Binmiao stuffed the lotus seed into Tushan Lian's mouth.

In the next instant, Tu Shanlian felt the lotus seed that had entered her mouth come to life, just like the black lotus seed that had been stuffed into Tuolong's seven orifices. In her terrified expression, the lotus seed split into countless roots, which entered her body along her throat and repaired and stitched up Tu Shanlian's injured internal organs.

Some roots even disappeared into Tushan Lianshi Sea, beginning to mend its shattered soul.

As her soul partially healed, Tu Shan Lian finally managed to pull herself back from the brink of death, and her complexion visibly improved considerably.

Seeing this, Binmiao reminded, "Lingyuan's magic sword is not so easy to withstand. Your soul and Dao fruit have been torn apart. Even Mo Lianzi could only barely stitch them back together. It is impossible for your Dao fruit and soul to be completely healed."

Upon hearing this, Tu Shanlian's expression darkened. She understood what Binmiao meant. Her soul and Dao fruit were barely fused together, which meant that she had no possibility of further progress and her cultivation would remain at the Refinement stage for the rest of her life.

Even because her divine soul and Dao fruit were torn apart, her cultivation level has declined, and she may not even be able to maintain the late stage of the Void Refinement realm. For Tu Shan Lian, this is tantamount to a death sentence.

But Binmiao said, "You've already made a huge profit by escaping the sword of Penglai Lingyuan!"

"Since Lingyuan's debut, countless people have died by his sword. There is no one who can escape death under his sword. Whether it is a celestial demon from a holy land or a true lord from a xuanmen, who can escape his sword and save their life?"

"You are still alive only because of the blessing of the Tushan Qi. Otherwise, you would not have survived until I arrived. You would have died under the Zhuxian Sword Qi and Luxian Sword Qi long ago."

Hearing what Binmiao said, Tushan Lian nodded silently, but her expression showed that this princess of the Tushan Holy Land could not accept the result for the time being.

Binmiao didn't care. Tushan Lian didn't have a precise role in his plan yet. He was just relying on his rich experience in causing chaos in many worlds to judge that this princess of the Tushan Holy Land could play some unexpected roles.

Seeing Tu Shanlian's dejected state, Binmiao smiled and said, "You can't stay on Guanlan Island any longer. Let's go, I'll take you to a new place."

A new place?

Tu Shanlian was somewhat suspicious, wondering what this Heavenly Demon was planning.

Binmiao, however, said nonchalantly, "Currently, the Eastern Heavenly Dao Sect and the Qiankun Dao Sect are fighting in Yanzhou, but no one in Yangzhou is paying attention to them."

"That's a great place, we can't miss it."

As she spoke, Binmiao tore open the void in front of her and went in first. Tushan Lian hesitated for a moment and then followed.

Yanzhou is not a true realm.

This is Jiang Sheng's second time visiting this place.

The first time, I was lured here by Lingluo, where I found traces of Huangmei and Buchen.

This second time, Jiang Sheng was clearly not as gentle as before. The Mirage Dragon was still asleep when it suddenly felt a powerful and cold aura rushing towards it. Before it could react, a gigantic azure hand that blotted out the sky pressed down and grabbed it.

In the blink of an eye, the mirage dragon, which was thousands of miles away, was forcibly dragged in front of Jiang Sheng.

The mirage dragon stared wide-eyed at Jiang Sheng in front of it, as if it were looking at some terrifying being.

Do you recognize this?

Jiang Sheng lifted Mo Wenxin's head.

The mirage dragon looked it over, first nodding, then shaking its head.

Jiang Sheng understood: "In that case, come with me."

Without a word, Jiang Sheng dragged the Mirage Dragon away from the Realm of Non-Reality and sped towards Nine-Headed Mountain.

Before leaving, Jiang Sheng left Huang Mei a message: "This Realm of Non-Truth can only exist for five hundred years."

Five hundred years—this is the time Jiang Sheng left for Huang Mei. Five hundred years later, Jiang Sheng will erase this unreal realm. Not for any other reason than to erase everything related to Mo Wenxin, leaving no trace.

In the center of the Realm of the Untrue, amidst the vortex where the sun and moon are reversed, Huang Mei slowly opened his eyes, looking at the calm-looking Bu Chen opposite him, and a smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth: Five hundred years later, Bu Chen will not be facing himself, but the Penglai Spirit Abyss of the Three Realms.

Thinking it over, Huang Mei closed his eyes and continued to meditate. He only had five hundred years left, and he had to make the most of it, trying his best to comprehend this dreamlike illusion, and the flow of mind that was neither real nor illusory.

As Huang Mei closed his eyes to immerse himself in contemplation, Bu Chen silently opened his eyes, glanced at Huang Mei, and then closed his eyes again. He knew that he didn't have much time left to stay there.

Several days later, Jiang Sheng returned to Jiutou Mountain.

As soon as they returned to Jiutou Mountain, Xuan Yi, Ming Xian, Ling Yu, and others came looking for them.

Mingxian knew that Jiang Sheng had left with Lingluo, so when he saw Jiang Sheng return alone, he couldn't help but be suspicious: "Lingyuan, did the trip not go smoothly?"

Jiang Sheng sighed, flicked his sleeve, and two figures rolled out from his wide sleeves. They were Lingluo and Duobao, who were bound by the Immortal Binding Rope.

Lingyu glanced at the five-foot-tall boy, her expression one of astonishment: "Duobao? What's he doing here?"

Jiang Sheng gave a wry smile and explained the whole story to the group. After listening to Jiang Sheng's words, Xuan Yi, Ming Xian, and Ling Yu all looked solemn.

Xuan Yi said quietly, "I've heard of the name Mo Wenxin before."

"I used to think that since he was somewhat famous in the myriad worlds and was once the chosen one of heaven, and had fallen to his current state because of the Qiankun Dao Sect, he would inevitably be of use to my Eastern Heaven Daoist family."

"But now it seems that it was already problematic that he was able to leave a name in the myriad worlds. He was even able to disturb people's hearts and manipulate the consciousness of others. It is no wonder that the Qiankun Dao Sect hates such demonic cultivation methods."

Lingyu was more concerned about Lingluo and Duobao's situation: "These two have fallen into Mo Wenxin's trap. Lingyuan, do you have any solutions?"

Jiang Sheng laughed and said, "The solution is not difficult. I have brought Mo Wenxin's head with me. In a moment, we will search his soul and ask for his spirit, and then we will try to find a way to undo the spell. If all else fails, we can refine a few Shangqing Mingxin Pills. There will always be a way."

Mingxian said, "That's right. The sect's senior uncles are all here. If we can't solve it, how could they not?"

Jiang Sheng looked at Ling Yu: "Senior sister, I'll trouble you with Mo Wenxin's head. I'm not very proficient in the art of soul searching and spirit questioning."

Lingyu pursed her lips, looked at the terrified head, and sighed: "Fine, leave this to me. Speaking of which, are Lingluo and Duobao just tied up like this for now?"

Jiang Sheng nodded: "Let's keep them tied up for now. It's for their own good. Otherwise, if they break free, they'll inevitably get hurt."

Upon hearing this, the group glanced at Duobao's swollen head and immediately understood. Indeed, being tied up would at least keep him quiet, but if he were released, he would inevitably suffer under Jiang Sheng's control again.

Lingyu took Mo Wenxin's head to the side hall, while Xuanyi and Mingxian stayed behind. The two glanced at Jiang Sheng, who immediately understood that there was movement in Yanzhou again: "Brothers, has the Qiankun Dao Sect made a move?"

Mingxian nodded: "That's right. The reinforcements from Dao Yi Palace and Yin Yang Orthodox Sect have arrived. Their disciples and Dao soldiers have already settled in Yanzhou. Moreover, Qiankun Dao Sect has also found new helpers."

A new helper?

Jiang Sheng was somewhat surprised.

Mingxian waved his hand, and images appeared in the hall. Jiang Sheng looked up and saw Jin Yang of the Yuan Yang Sect in the Hua Yang Realm, the three beauties of the San Zhen Realm, and Prince Youhua of the Jiu Shi Realm.
These adversaries, whom they had encountered in the Buzhou Realm in the past, have all reappeared in the Kyushu Realm.

Looking at these familiar faces, Jiang Sheng chuckled softly:
"Who do we have here? Just a bunch of defeated opponents." (End of Chapter)