Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

"What do you think of this bait?"

Within the boundaries of Kyushu.

In countless past years, in countless illusory worlds, an elegant and noble figure chuckled softly, fiddling with a doll as if showing off a rare and precious toy.

Opposite this figure, someone frowned deeply. If someone treated a Fifth Tribulation True Monarch who could break through to the Pure Yang Realm as a toy, then this toy was indeed a rare and exceptional toy in all the heavens and myriad realms.

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Is this toy so easy to make?

A True Monarch of the Fifth Tribulation, a truly pure Yang seed.

Even if one fails to ascend, one will still become a Mahayana Immortal Lord who lives as long as heaven and earth, ranking in the ninth realm of cultivation, below the Pure Yang realm.

Such an existence would be treated with utmost respect and care by any sacred land of pure yang.

But now, this person has turned a Fifth Tribulation True Monarch into his own puppet. Isn't he afraid of angering that person?

As if sensing the thoughts of the person opposite him, the Taoist chuckled: "You're about to lose your life, and your own lineage is about to be destroyed. Is a Fifth Tribulation True Monarch really that rare?"

"If it were really that rare, would Wan Shou have been abandoned in Yanzhou like a discarded pawn?"

"Don't think too highly of that old Taoist priest. If he were really a good person, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

Upon hearing the Taoist's words, the person sitting in the chaotic void sneered, "Qian Tian is no good person, so what are you?"

The Taoist priest, however, remained unperturbed by such impolite words: "Me?"

"I'm not human, nor am I an immortal, god, Buddha, or demon. In fact, I'm not even a demon."

How do I know what I am?

"It's just barely enough to survive in this chaotic universe."

These words make you want to laugh, but you can't really laugh.

After all, he had offended the Golden Awakening Buddha of the Great Lingyin Temple, who was at the Dao Master level, and also offended the Qingyan Heavenly Venerable of the Xuming Penglai Heavenly Realm and the Mingyang Heavenly Venerable of the Qinghong Qinghua Heavenly Realm.

In the chaotic universe, among the myriad realms, there are four supreme Daoists, and this one has offended three of them in one go. Whichever side, Buddhism or Taoism, discovers his whereabouts, will surely grind him to dust.

So it seems this person was barely surviving.

The Taoist sighed again: "Everyone says I am the Great Free Heavenly Demon Lord, that I am some kind of heavenly demon, an enemy of Buddha, but who have I offended?"

"I just want to do something I love, to do what I want a little more freely, sigh."

"Tell me, why is it so difficult for me?"

"Flying Sun Daoist?"

Lord Feiyang!

His honorable name is Taiyi Yuzhen Chixia Liuming Feiyang Daojun, the master of Huayang Realm and the founder of Yuanyang Sect.

His position in the realm of upholding the Dao is so great that his fame shakes the heavens.

Only a Pure Yang Dao Lord, who is also at the Dao Realm, would look down on a Daoist in such a disdainful manner.

Who made this person the enemy of the Heavenly Demon and Buddha, the Great Free Heavenly Demon Lord, the Free and Wonderful Lord whom all the heavens and myriad realms despise?

The chaotic energy flowed ceaselessly, obscuring the radiant, celestial figure of the Dao Lord behind him.

Feiyang Daojun remained calm, showing neither joy nor anger: "To be honest, I didn't originally intend to see you."

"After all, we are enemies, not friends."

Zizai Xuanjun laughed and said, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Compared to me, aren't the Eastern Heavenly Daoists even more terrifying?"

Feiyang Daojun snorted coldly but remained silent, which was considered as agreeing with Xuanjun's words.

Zizai Xuanjun continued, "Look, I have this excellent toy. I can throw it in any direction in Yanzhou—east, west, south, or north—and it will definitely cause a chaotic battle."

“Now that your Yuan Yang Dao Sect’s Jin Yang is recuperating in the Central Region, you don’t need to interfere, and you can even see the Eastern Heaven Daoist School suffer a setback. Why not do it?”

As Feiyang Daojun looked at Zizai Xuanjun, it seemed that in the chaos and nothingness, round suns were rising out of thin air.

One after another, blazing suns encircled the entire chaos, illuminating the vast emptiness and burning away fragments of bygone years.

These great suns seem to be evaporating this chaotic universe, the river of time, and I, the carefree and wondrous Lord, am merely an insignificant point about to be evaporated by these great suns.

Compared to the great sun that encompasses the entire universe and illuminates countless years, the Free and Unfettered Mystic Lord is utterly insignificant, like a speck of dust, seemingly easily crushed. "Do you think I don't know about the affairs of Yan Province?"

“The true teachings of my Yuanyang Dao Sect cannot be swindled by you as you please.”

"You can't afford to offend the Eastern Heavenly Daoists, but you can afford to offend me?"

Feiyang Daojun remained calm, showing no sign of joy or anger. His words were as if he were speaking to an outsider: "You secretly plotted the Jin Yang affair, and Wanshou intentionally carried it out. Neither you nor he can escape."

"This time, I'll only take your life. Get lost!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the heavy suns pressed in, and in an instant, fragments of time collapsed and dissolved, and streams of time dried up and disintegrated. In the blink of an eye, within the shadows of those suns, the chaos here was completely annihilated and turned into nothingness.

The figure of the Free and Easy Mysterious Lord had already turned into ashes and scattered, while the Flying Sun Dao Lord stood with his hands behind his back, his figure disappearing.

As Feiyang Daojun departed, in this annihilated void, within a lingering remnant of time, the figure of Zizai Xuanjun barely emerged. Looking at his disheveled self, Zizai Xuanjun showed no anger, but instead revealed a smile.

And that's how the plan came about.

The Nine Provinces Boundary, Yan Province.

Today, Yanzhou is engulfed in flames of war, which are about to spread to the central region.

Inside the Longevity Immortal Palace, the Longevity Immortal Lord sat quietly on his cloud bed, watching the points of light representing the Qiankun Dao Sect on the map of Yanzhou before him dim and fade away.

Each time a point of light goes out, it represents a Taoist palace being destroyed by the Eastern Heavenly Taoists.

The northern region of Yanzhou is now completely dark, the western region of Yanzhou is mostly destroyed, and the remaining eastern and southern regions of Yanzhou are also seeing their lights disappear one by one. The foundation of the Qiankun Dao Sect in Yanzhou has been shaken to the core.

Looking up, the once towering dragon pillar of fortune above the Longevity Palace was cracked and broken, half of it collapsed.

Half of Yanzhou's fortune no longer rests with the Qiankun Dao Sect.

Even in such a turbulent situation, the Immortal Lord of Longevity remained calm and composed.

"Immortal Lord."

A gaunt figure slowly approached and bowed to the Immortal Lord of Longevity.

Immortal Lord Wanshou looked up and asked, "How have you recovered these past few days, Ling Feng?"

The one who appeared in the Longevity Immortal Palace was none other than True Monarch Qianxuan Lingfeng.

However, Lingfeng Zhenjun's aura was currently unstable, and he had clearly not recovered to his full strength.

After all, with the three flowers on his head shattered and the five qi in his chest obliterated, what kind of Five Tribulation True Lord is he without the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and the Five Qi Returning to the Origin?
If Lingfeng Zhenjun could possess even 30% of his former cultivation level at this point, he would already be considered as powerful as the Longevity Immortal Lord.

Upon hearing this, True Monarch Lingfeng smiled wryly and said, "Lingfeng's recovery is acceptable, but I have disappointed you, Immortal Monarch."

Immortal Lord Wanshou shook his head: "It is not that I am disappointed, but that the sect is disappointed."

"However, we still need you for the upcoming battles, so the sect asked me to bring this to you."

After saying this, the Immortal Lord of Longevity tossed a gilded bottle with a sun-shaped design to True Lord Lingfeng.

Lingfeng Zhenjun took the golden bottle, carefully opened it, and glanced at the mysterious golden light inside, and was taken aback.

Immediately, True Monarch Lingfeng sealed the golden bottle, and asked cautiously and in astonishment, "What... what is this?"

Immortal Lord Wanshou said calmly, "This is a mouthful of pure Yang Qi that the sect gave you."

"This pure Yang Qi can help you repair your Three Flowers and Five Qi, but you also know the consequences. Your upper limit in this life is the Five Tribulations."

Lingfeng Zhenjun remained silent. Pure Yang Qi was the supreme treasure cultivated by Chunyang Daojun.

With this breath of pure Yang Qi, even if True Lord Lingfeng were on the verge of death, he could instantly recover to his full strength without any aftereffects. In fact, True Lord Lingfeng's own cultivation and magical power would be greatly amplified.

However, the price of this pure Yang Qi is also extremely obvious: those who have not yet reached the Pure Yang level and absorb the Pure Yang Qi of others will never be able to climb to the Pure Yang level in their entire lives. Even if they try their best, they will only become the next Mahayana Immortal Lord.

Lingfeng Zhenjun reached the stage of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and Five Qi Converging at the Origin in just seven or eight thousand years, which can be said to be a promising pure Yang. It is not impossible that in a few thousand more years, following Kunhe Daojun, there will be another Lingfeng Daojun in the sect.

But now that he has consumed this pure Yang Qi, even if True Lord Lingfeng were to draw back his Heavenly Soul and Earthly Soul, he would still be unable to merge them with his Life Soul and attain Pure Yang.

Holding the golden bottle in his arms, True Monarch Lingfeng remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "May I ask what the sect needs me for?"

Immortal Lord Wanshou pointed to the map of Yanzhou, and True Lord Lingfeng looked up, his face showing confusion:

"The Eastern Regions? Penglai?" (End of Chapter)