Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

"That's right, it's Penglai."

“Jingxing alone is not enough in the Eastern Region. You will go with him, and leave Yuanyi behind.”

The Immortal Lord of Longevity spoke casually, as if he were talking about something ordinary.

Lingfeng Zhenjun felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this: Yangyan Yuanyi Zhenjun of Penglai Dao Sect was a veteran Five Tribulation Zhenjun, whose cultivation was unfathomable. Mingyue Jingxing Zhenjun alone would certainly not be able to keep him, and even with his own help, it would not be easy to forcibly keep this Five Tribulation Zhenjun.

But now that my three flowers have scattered and my five elements are deficient, it is the best time to consume pure yang qi.

After consuming this mouthful of pure Yang Qi, my cultivation will not only be restored to its peak state but may even be elevated to a higher level. At that time, it may be possible to keep Yuan Yi Zhenjun alive.

As for my future...
Clearly, this was not within the sect's considerations.

Is it really a worthwhile deal to sacrifice a pure yang seed in exchange for a fifth-tribulation true lord of the Penglai Dao Sect?
Seeing Lingfeng Zhenjun clutching the golden bottle tightly and remaining silent, Wanshou Xianjun's expression softened somewhat: "Do you think you still have any hope of ascending to Chunyang in your current state?"

"In my younger days, I too aspired to the Pure Yang realm, but for the sake of the sect, didn't I also sacrifice my path of cultivation?"

"Your sect has nurtured you for nearly eight thousand years; it is time for you to repay the sect."

Lingfeng Zhenjun nodded upon hearing this: "Lingfeng understands. Please rest assured, Immortal Lord, Lingfeng has never had any complaints against the sect."

"In this battle, even if Ling Feng has to sacrifice himself, he will spare Yuan Yi!"

Immortal Lord Wanshou nodded in satisfaction: "Go."

Lingfeng Zhenjun performed a Daoist bow and turned to leave. Watching Lingfeng Zhenjun's departing figure, Wanshou Xianjun sighed softly and shook his head.

Upon returning to his cave, True Lord Lingfeng opened the golden bottle and took out a ball of pure Yang Qi that was both golden and crimson.

This pure Yang Qi was perfectly harmonious and profound, appearing as if Yin and Yang had merged into one and returned to their true nature. It contained boundless Daoist charm, which was called nature.

Its energy is as radiant as the sun, yet as profound and cold as the moon. Within it, yin and yang are balanced with the five elements, it harmonizes with heaven and earth and communicates with creation, it permeates time and determines the years, and it illuminates the universe and time and space. This is the immeasurable cause of Taiyi and the flawless and flawless result.

It is all-encompassing and omnipotent, encompassing all realms yet ultimately unified by the Dao.

Pure Yang Qi!
Looking at the radiant, golden-red pure Yang energy, Lingfeng Zhenjun slowly opened his mouth, and the pure Yang Qi slowly flowed into his abdomen.

In an instant, boundless radiance shone before Lingfeng Zhenjun's eyes, and then a figure appeared before him.

The figure sat cross-legged amidst the mountains and earth, surrounded by the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) and the sun and moon, with auspicious clouds floating and golden lamps and silver cups hanging down.

It can be seen that the three-layered crown of blue, gold and purple condenses into a Dao wheel and hangs behind the head, radiating brilliance. It can also be seen that the three colors and five mystical lights, along with the twelve bright colors, shine brightly and transform into rays of light.

With perfect balance and profound harmony, serene and radiant, he sits cross-legged like the master of the earth, wielding boundless supernatural powers, a sage who governs the world.

This is the name of Taiyi Yuzhen Yangtai Shenyuan Kunhe Daojun.

"Ling Feng pays respects to Patriarch Kunhe."

Lingfeng Zhenjun slowly bowed down.

Kunhe Daojun raised his eyes and looked at the most outstanding disciple of Qiankun Dao Sect before him, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes: "Ling Feng, do you know what the Three Calamities and the Five Tribulations are?"

Ling Feng shook his head: "This disciple does not understand, please enlighten me, Ancestor."

Kunhe Daojun nodded slightly, and a mysterious spiritual energy emanated, transforming into countless streams of light: "Today, I will give you a private lesson on the Three Calamities and Five Disasters."

"This is the wondrous classic of the Three Yangs and Five Tai Mysterious Scriptures."

"It is said that the three calamities are wind, thunder, and fire, which transform into the three powers and condense yang to give birth to one; it is said that the five difficulties are the five elements, which reverse the creation process to achieve harmony and the true way."

Therefore, the three calamities and five difficulties, combined with the three yangs and five peace, return to the Dao, which is called the true Dao and the unity of all things.

As they spoke, and as Kunhe Daojun preached, countless streams of light transformed into fierce winds, tribulation thunder, and yin fire, which in turn manifested as the five signs of decay in the heavens and man. Gold, silver, and lead also transformed into lead flowers, and five-pointed stars of blue, red, white, black, and yellow condensed into creation.
Kunhe Daojun's voice was not loud when he spoke, but his tongue shone with immortal light, and heavenly flowers rained down and golden lotuses sprang from the ground. Then, the streams of light and mysteries entered Lingfeng Zhenjun's head and abdomen, repairing his damaged Three Flowers and Five Qi.

At this moment, Lingfeng Zhenjun sensed the return of his cultivation and the healing of his Dao fruit. A strange sense of sorrow welled up in his heart. Lingfeng Zhenjun realized that after this breath of pure Yang Qi, his path of cultivation would come to an end.

At the same time, the three flowers on Lingfeng Zhenjun's head and the five qi in his chest had been fully restored. A powerful aura of a Fifth Tribulation Zhenjun soared into the sky, startling the disciples and servants in the Longevity Immortal Palace into a panic.

Sensing the aura of True Monarch Lingfeng, Immortal Monarch Wanshou slowly nodded, then looked eastward: "East, West, South, Penglai, Milky Way, Qinghua."

"Even if we destroy Yanzhou, you will still have to pay a heavy price!"

In the eastern region of Yanzhou, the sounds of battle cries shook the heavens incessantly.

More than 30 million Daoist soldiers from the Penglai Daoist Sect and its affiliated sects lined up on the battlefield, fighting fiercely against the Dao Yi Palace.

Lian Ri and Cai Yue, the two current chiefs of Dao Yi Palace and the highest commanders in the entire Eastern Region of Yanzhou, were looking at the battle line map with their brows furrowed.

On this battle line map, the Penglai Dao Sect's advance has been almost nonstop. In just a few days, the Penglai Dao Sect has advanced 30 million miles, pushing the battle line almost right in front of Lian Ri and Cai Yue.

Caiyue frowned and said, "The Void Refinement cultivators of the Qiankun Dao Sect in the Eastern Region of Yanzhou alone cannot stop Lingyu and Lingzhao."

Penglai Lingyu and Penglai Lingzhao are now infamous evil spirits in the eastern part of Yanzhou.

Ling Yu and Lin Fan, one wielding lightning magic and the other fire magic, were incredibly fierce and domineering, wreaking havoc across the eastern region of Yanzhou, with almost no one able to stop them. Compared to Cai Yue's dissatisfaction, Lian Ri appeared very calm: "Those people were just cannon fodder anyway. If we don't let them take the lead, are we supposed to send Zhai Xing and Yi Su to their deaths?"

“They can’t stop Lingyu and Lingzhao, but once you and I make a move, Lingwei will definitely not stand idly by.”

"At that time, it will be you and me facing Lingwei, Lingyu, and Lingzhao, and we both know how it will turn out."

Upon hearing this, Caiyue snorted coldly, clearly recalling the previous battle.

Lian Ri and Cai Yue had considered suppressing Ling Yu and Lin Fan before, and while they could suppress Ling Yu and Lin Fan together, no one could control Ling Wei.

Then it became a situation where the two of them faced repeated attacks from Lingwei and the other two. Two against three was already at a disadvantage, but none of Lingwei, Lingyu, and Lin Fan were truly weak. After several battles, Lianri and Caiyue were always covered in dust and dirt, looking quite disheveled.

If the two were to fight again now, Lian Ri would absolutely not make a move unless he was absolutely certain of victory.

Caiyue then said, "But if you and I don't take action, wouldn't that just let Penglai act with impunity?"

"If we give up one Dao Palace today, and two Dao Palaces tomorrow, in just a few days, only Dongtian Pass will remain in the entire Eastern Region of Yanzhou!"

"At that time, will you and I, along with that True Lord Jingxing, really be able to stop the ever-growing Penglai?"

Just then, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in the distance, followed by a rolling rumble of thunder.

"Refine the sun! Harvest the moon!"

"Get out and die!"

Thunderous sounds, accompanied by lightning, swept across the sky; the Taoist divine voice resounded throughout the universe, terrifying all who heard it.

Lian Ri and Cai Yue exchanged a glance, then left the palace and looked out. They saw a massive Dharma image with three heads and six arms, its body forged from lightning, charging towards them from the distant sea of ​​clouds.

Shangqing Xuanlei Shensha Zun!
Lingyu's Thunder God Dharma Form!
Caiyue chuckled lightly, her face full of disdain: "Look, Lingyu has come knocking on our door."

Lian Ri shook his head and rose into the air: "Then what's there to say? Let's fight again. It's not the first time we've fought two against three."

As they spoke, Lianri and Caiyue soared into the sky, leaving the Dao Palace and manifesting their Dharma forms as they rushed straight towards Lingyu.

In an instant, the clouds surged and billowed, and the radiance of the sun and moon shone in the sky.

A figure radiating golden light rose from the ground, its 100,000-foot-tall form bearing the Great Sun Wheel hanging behind its head. Its eyes were like fire, and it held a fire whip made of the sun wheel. Surrounded by sun flames and crimson clouds, it resembled the Great Sun God.

Then, a clear radiance swept across the sky, and a chill arose. The Taiyin chakra, as bright as the moon, hung behind the head of a deity surrounded by a pure, cold aura, with swirling nebulae.

This is the Dharma form of refining the sun and gathering the moon, representing the form of the Sun Lord and Moon Lord.

In an instant, the three Dharma images fought fiercely in the sky. With the power of the sun and moon surging, Lingyu's Shangqing Xuanlei Shensha Zun was immediately forced to retreat.

Lingyu alone could not possibly stop Lianri and Caiyue, the two chief disciples of Dao Yi Palace.

However, Lingyu never acts alone.

After only three exchanges, Lin Fan's voice rang out from the side: "Senior Sister Lingyu, I'm here!"

As he spoke, bursts of fiery yang fire erupted from the Crimson Fire Blade. Lin Fan slashed with the blade, and the surging flames of the great sun transformed into a ribbon that split the sky, separating Ling Yu from Lian Ri and Cai Yue.

Lian Ri looked up and couldn't help but sneer, "Ha, it's you again, Ling Zhao!"

When will you be able to fight alone?

Lin Fan, however, retorted nonchalantly, "You want to fight me one-on-one? I'm not Ling Yuan. If Ling Yuan were here, would you dare to fight him one-on-one?"

Lian Ri was momentarily stunned. If he could fight Jiang Sheng one-on-one, why would he have to face the combined forces of Ling Wei and the other two?
Seeing this, Lin Fan sneered, "Look, you don't dare to fight Ling Yuan one-on-one, but you want to fight me one-on-one. To put it bluntly, you're just taking advantage of the fact that my cultivation is inferior to yours."

"Since you are bullying the weak, why accuse me of ganging up on the few?"

As he spoke, Lin Fan called out to those behind him, "Fellow Daoist Shaobai, Fellow Daoists Sihai, there's no need to talk about fairness when dealing with these two guys, let's all attack together!"

As they spoke, the pure white mist crisscrossed like sword energy and blade light, its sharpness cutting through heaven and earth; meandering waves of the azure sea appeared in the clouds, and the mighty waters transformed into towering giants clapping their hands down.

The Young White Netherworld Lord of the Xuan Su Sect, the Four Seas True Lord of the Canglang Holy Sect!

Upon seeing the two who had appeared, Lian Ri couldn't help but say, "You two were actually invited by Ling Zhao as well. It seems you planned this all along!"

The White Underworld Lord, holding the Four Transformations Banner, laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Lian Ri, I'm sorry, but you must stay here today!"

After saying this, boundless white energy surged behind Shao Bai Mingjun, and a 100,000-foot-tall Dharma image rose from the clouds. It wore a black jade crown, a golden robe, a golden yin-yang belt, and feather boots. The Dharma image was majestic and awe-inspiring, surrounded by white energy and golden light, with rainbows intertwined to form cloud ribbons and feathers. The majestic Dao wheel hung behind its head, radiating brilliance.

The form of the White-Haired King manifested, and the Four Transformations Banner in his hand swung like an axe, cleaving down directly at the sun.

In an instant, the 100,000-foot giant raised the banner as if wielding an axe. As streams of pure white energy condensed into ten-thousand-foot-long axe blades, the axe blades crashed down with a deafening roar, shaking mountains and rivers.

A pure white mist rises, piercing the heavens and earth; axes and halberds are raised, cleaving mountains and rivers. (End of Chapter)