Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The Shuangyi Taoist Temple is in dire need of reconstruction.

Leave your help behind?

An imperial edict granting the highest rank and purple robes?

Jiang Sheng was taken aback; this Shaoyang Yanyi Immortal Lord was truly audacious in speaking.

Not to mention that this era was not the era of the Shuangyi Dao Palace, and Shaoyang Yanyi Immortal Lord was only a projection left, so what could he do?
Even if the true form of Immortal Lord Shaoyang Yanyi were here, what use would it be in the face of the great calamity of the Xuanmen?
He was just a Mahayana Immortal Lord. How many Mahayana Immortal Lords had died in battle in the Nine Provinces Realm?
"Hey"

With a soft sigh, Jiang Sheng looked at the Immortal Lord Shaoyang Yanyi before him: "Immortal Lord, why joke like that?"

"You know perfectly well that the era of the Shuangyi Dao Palace has passed. This era has lasted for over 40,000 years, and the Shuangyi Dao Palace has been gone for 40,000 years. Not to mention that the two supreme beings have already passed away, why bother to recount it?"

Looking at the silent Shaoyang Yanyi Immortal Lord before him, Jiang Sheng continued, "Immortal Lord, with your cultivation, you should be able to sense that I also come from a sacred Daoist sect."

"Throughout history, has there ever been a true disciple of a Daoist sect who abandoned the Daoist tradition and joined another?"

Shaoyang Yanyi Immortal Lord said in a deep voice, "So, you're saying you're unwilling to help me?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "Immortal Lord, let me give you some advice. Even if you were at your peak, with those two Supreme Beings by your side, let alone with only a remnant soul left, you still couldn't turn the tide of the current situation."

"The Yin-Yang Orthodox School has been destroyed. What use would it be if the banner of the Dual-Element Dao Palace were raised?"

"The previous Yuanhui has already passed, why disturb the peace of the deceased?"

"We can't just let them watch the Xuanhuang Realm fall into such a state and then let them personally experience the collapse of the Shuangyi Dao Palace, can we?"

Before Jiang Sheng could finish speaking, Immortal Lord Yan Yi snorted coldly: "It is true that this era is the time of the true Yin and Yang lineage."

"But in just 40,000 years, the Yin-Yang Orthodox Sect was destroyed, which led to the decline of the entire Xuanhuang Realm's fortune and the turmoil of the Three Realms."

"Such a righteous lineage of Yin and Yang deserved to be destroyed. If future generations are incompetent, why can't we, the elders, rise up and restore our land?"

As Immortal Lord Yan Yi spoke, the entire palace trembled. Boundless flames surged and roared like a raging torrent, and the essence of the flames gathered around Immortal Lord Yan Yi, forming a towering vortex of fire.

Within this vortex of fire, countless essences of flame transformed into fire dragons that danced and roared. Immortal Lord Yan Yi, wearing a crown and imperial robes, unleashed his overwhelming power as a Mahayana-level immortal, causing the palace to tremble, the Milky Way to ripple, and the four seas to surge.

Jiang Sheng could see the myriad stars above the palace dome flickering, the four seas and the human world on the surrounding walls in turmoil, and the fiery dragons on the golden pillars standing between the palaces, each one baring its fangs and claws, revealing a fierce expression to Jiang Sheng.

Even though the blazing sun above the palace dome had not yet made a move, Jiang Sheng had already sensed an immense pressure pressing down on him. This pressure was connected to the many arrays and spiritual restrictions within the palace, as if a blazing sun had descended from nowhere.

Jiang Sheng was like a mayfly facing the blazing sun, seemingly about to turn to ashes under the boundless flames and divine might.

"Do you know that the reason I chose you is not because I absolutely had to have you!"

"It is because I sensed that you are also an immortal who holds the heavenly rules and laws that I gave you this opportunity."

"You'd better think this through, or you'll make a mistake!"

If Yan Yi Xianjun weren't like this, it would be fine. But his blustering yet cowardly attitude only made Jiang Sheng sneer: "Self-inflicted trouble?"

“Immortal Lord, if you were in your prime and said these words in your temple, I would think twice.”

"But now, where does the Immortal Lord get the confidence to tell this humble Taoist not to make a mistake?"

"On the contrary, I would like to offer some advice to the Immortal Lord: the great calamity of the Xuanmen is imminent, and all the Xuanmen worlds in the heavens are facing this tribulation. The current situation is in our Eastern Heaven Daoist School, in our Penglai Daoist Sect!"

"The Yin-Yang Orthodox School has collapsed, and the lineage of the Yuan Yang Dao Sect has been severed."

"Looking across all the heavens and myriad realms, among the nine realms of the Xuanmen, the lineages of the Tianyuan Realm, Xuanhu Realm, Huayang Realm, Jiuzhou Realm, and even the Xuanhuang Realm have all fallen."

"In our Eastern Heaven Daoist school, there are countless Pure Yang Dao Lords, and even those who uphold the Dao number nearly two palms' worth; below Pure Yang, whether they are Mahayana Immortal Lords or Integration True Lords, they are as numerous as stars in the vast ocean, innumerable."

"I advise you, Immortal Lord, not to make hasty judgments about the current situation based on your past perspective."

"While the Shuangyi Dao Palace was renowned in the previous Yuanhui, our Penglai alone produced seven Pure Yang Dao Lords in this Yuanhui, with no fewer than three reaching the Dao Holding Realm."

"Immortal Lord, do not say that I did not warn you."

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng's aura grew even stronger.

All that could be seen was Jiang Sheng's Four Symbols Sword Qi surging out into a sea of ​​scorching fire, and the soaring sword energy causing the myriad stars to surge endlessly.

Beneath that magnificent sword beam lies the grand scheme of heaven and earth, and immeasurable calamities. The incomparably sharp sword light seems capable of cleaving through time and severing space and time, carrying the power to destroy all laws and create a new world, which remotely intimidates the Immortal Lord Yan Yi.

At this moment, Immortal Lord Yan Yi's expression was extremely ugly. He felt as if he was being targeted by an incomparably sharp and ferocious immortal sword. Any slight movement would attract a strike that would pierce through the starry sea. Not to mention his current level of cultivation, even in his prime, he would not dare to underestimate that strike.

With the last trace of his existence remaining, he simply cannot stop it.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"What a stubborn young man! What a boastful tone!"

"I'd like to see just what tricks you have up your sleeve!"

As he spoke, Immortal Lord Yan Yi boldly activated the palace's array. The flowing landscapes of the four seas and mountains on the surrounding walls seemed to come alive, evolving into a majestic array of mountains, rivers, and four seas covering the entire palace.

All that could be seen was the vastness of the four seas and the magnificence of the mountains and rivers. The magnificent landscape of the four seas suppressed Jiang Sheng in place, trying to shatter his aura and suppress him under the overwhelming power of the mountains and rivers.

At the same time, the fiery dragons coiled around the golden pillars in the hall spewed flames and transformed into red-hot iron chains, shooting towards Jiang Sheng from all directions.

These iron locks, glowing red-hot from the flames, could not only penetrate protective qi and magical barriers, but also break through the spiritual light of magical treasures and defensive artifacts.

These iron locks are engraved with various spiritual patterns and restrictions, such as breaking restrictions, breaking laws, sealing spirits, and imprisoning souls. Once these iron locks pierce through his limbs, Jiang Sheng's magical power will be locked inside his body, unable to be mobilized at all. Even his divine soul perception will be imprisoned, and his true spirit will be sealed, making it difficult for him to escape.

These two methods alone are something that ordinary immortals and gods cannot withstand.

Not to mention the myriad stars covering the dome of the main hall; Jiang Sheng could tell that it was also a large array.

Once activated, under the layers of restrictions and formations sealing all directions and above and below, even a Great Ascension Immortal Lord would be reduced to a mortal, subject to torture and torment. If the blazing sun in the starry sea above were to make any further moves, even a Pure Yang cultivator at the Dao Realm would likely find it difficult to withstand the might of that blazing sun.

However, faced with such overwhelming power, Jiang Sheng remained unmoved: Admittedly, the materials used in this palace were of the highest quality, the selection of materials was exquisite, and the layout of the internal and external restrictions and formations was all of the best. No great world could afford to build such a palace. However, after the final calamity of the Yuanhui era, and forty thousand years having passed without any repairs, could this palace that punished immortals and gods still possess the same divine might and subdue all immortals as it did in the last Yuanhui era?

How much of the power of these magic arrays and restrictions still remains?
With his right hand gripping the Qingping Sword, Jiang Sheng calmly looked at the enraged Yan Yi Immortal Lord before him. As he circulated his magical power, the Yin-Yang Calamity Extinction Magic Power flowed through his limbs and bones, and the Three Calamities Calamity Extinction Sword Mechanism rippled on the Qingping Sword.

"Severing Heaven, Breaking All Laws"

In an instant, wind, thunder, water, and fire condensed into sword energy, and the three calamities transformed into qi. The mottled sword energy that shattered all laws was unleashed with a thunderous roar. As space shattered, layers of restrictions broke and cracked, and the formations in all directions collapsed.

With just one sword strike, Jiang Sheng destroyed most of the array formations and restrictions within the palace.

Before Yan Yi Xianjun could make any further moves, Jiang Sheng casually summoned the Zhuxian Sword and the Luxian Sword. In an instant, the sword sounds in the palace were like the cries of cranes and the roar of dragons. The blue and purple sword lights intertwined like bolts of silk, swimming like dragons. The aura of calamity permeated the palace, obscuring the starry sea and the red sun, and covering all directions.

As the wind howled and the thunder roared, the fiery dragons coiled around the golden pillars in the hall seemed to sense an immense crisis, and they all shrank their bodies and cried out in agony.

At this moment, the cyan-purple sword light soared into the sky, and in an instant, along with the Zhuxian sword light and the Luxian sword light, the vast starry sea above the dome was cleaved open by Jiang Sheng's sword!

In an instant, the dome of the entire palace shattered, and the flames and sunlight from outside shone in, rendering the magic array and restrictions covering the palace ineffective.

Looking at Jiang Sheng's calm expression, Yan Yi Xianjun's expression turned ferocious. The arrogance that Jiang Sheng exuded from his bones truly angered him.

"You really think you can escape?"

"Flame."

Before Immortal Lord Yanyi could finish speaking, a sharp and incomparably chilling sword light pierced through the air!

It was none other than Jiang Sheng's Qingping Sword!
The Azure Rainbow Sword Light surged like a ribbon of autumn water. As the Azure Lotus Sword slashed through, the profound and condensed power of the final tribulation and destiny rippled outwards like layers of waves. The last remaining projection of Immortal Lord Yan Yi was erased by Jiang Sheng.

As the figure of Immortal Lord Yan Yi shattered and vanished without a trace, the crown fell back onto the throne, as if it had never been worn at all.

Jiang Sheng surveyed the palace, noticing the sword marks on the golden pillars and the shattered landscape of the four seas and rivers on the walls. The smooth, mirror-like floor of the hall was covered with crisscrossing sword marks and scorch marks from fire.
Although Jiang Sheng and Immortal Lord Yan Yi only exchanged blows for less than three breaths, they caused indelible damage to the entire palace. This palace, which had not been repaired for 40,000 years, will probably never be able to maintain its former glory after that brief battle between Jiang Sheng and Immortal Lord Yan Yi, and will soon collapse into ruins.

A golden rainbow streaked out of the palace. Jiang Sheng looked down at the crumbling palace below, which resembled the Shuangyi Dao Palace that had struggled to survive in the past, and the Xuanhuang Realm that was now in ruins. If this mess could not be dismantled and rebuilt, what would be the use of piling up materials on this collapsing palace?
"In all the heavens and myriad realms, which era's end doesn't involve the transition between the old and the new? Great order only comes after great chaos. Why keep these old and new things around to annoy people if we don't smash and clean them up?"

"He is, after all, a Celestial Lord who held the reins of the Heavenly Rules and Precepts in the previous Yuanhui, why bother with this?"

Jiang Sheng sighed softly, then turned and left.

A moment later, Jiang Sheng's figure reappeared above the palace. After carefully confirming that Immortal Lord Yan Yi was truly dead, Jiang Sheng disappeared again without a trace.

The Great Sun Palace has countless halls and pavilions. Jiang Sheng only explored the hall that governs punishments just now. There are still many places waiting for Jiang Sheng to explore.

The sun and stars are vast and boundless.

On another part of the sun and stars, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord walked through the sea of ​​fire with the help of the Phoenix Feather, experiencing the power of the true fire of the sun and comprehending the difference between the Great Sun Fire and the Southern Bright Fire.

"My fire is the Southern Bright Fire; and above the sun and stars is the Great Sun True Fire."

"The Phoenix Fire is neither the Southern Bright Fire nor the Great Sun True Fire, therefore it cannot merge with my true body; however, with the Great Sun True Fire, I can integrate the Phoenix Feather into my true body, strengthen my bloodline, help my status sublimate, and step into the realm of fusion!"

This was the main reason why the Crested Ibis Demon Lord insisted on ascending to the Sun Star with Jiang Sheng.

The idea of ​​fusing the phoenix feathers into one's own body with the true fire of the sun would seem insane to ordinary people, but for the Crested Ibis Demon Lord, it was not impossible.

Walking amidst the blazing sun, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord searched far and wide for a suitable place to forge its phoenix feathers. After traveling countless miles through the sea of ​​fire, it finally found a completely different kind of sea of ​​fire.

Compared to the crimson flames behind him, the flames before the Crested Ibis Demon Lord's eyes had a hint of gold, adding a touch of magnificence and mystery.

The Crested Ibis Demon Lord understood that the sea of ​​fire before him must be related to the Great Sun Golden Flame.

At this moment, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord had a sudden inspiration: "This is the blessed land where I forged the Phoenix Feather. I should be here to break through and merge with the current realm!"

Having made up his mind, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord stepped into the sea of ​​fire. Looking around, he saw wisps of golden flames dancing among the crimson flames, full of spirituality and extraordinary beauty.

As the Crested Ibis Demon Lord continued its advance, deep within the sea of ​​fire, it discovered a simple nest constructed from several white bones.

A majestic and domineering aura emanated from those few white bones, just like the supreme and noble golden crow.

But when the Crested Ibis Demon Lord saw the nest made of a few white bones, his eyes lit up: "My luck has truly come! This place is meant to be used by me!"

Before the words were finished, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord had already revealed its true form, transforming into a long-necked, graceful, white-winged divine bird. It landed in the nest with a flap of its wings. Although the nest was not large, it was large enough to accommodate the Crested Ibis Demon Lord. Therefore, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord took out a long, beautiful, and noble feather from its bosom and stuck it on its body. Then, the divine bird curled up in the nest and slowly closed its eyes.

Then, the leaping golden flames gathered from all directions, enveloping the Crested Ibis Demon Lord and the entire nest. Under the scorching heat of the golden flames, the long and beautiful feather gradually softened, becoming more and more in harmony with the Crested Ibis Demon Lord's true form.

During this process, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord fell into a hazy dream, half asleep and half awake.

The Crested Ibis Demon Lord looked around and saw a fire crow with half golden feathers and half black feathers standing in front of him, curiously examining him: "What kind of divine beast are you? I've never seen you before."

The Crested Ibis Demon Lord asked curiously, "Are you the Golden Crow?"

Huowu nodded, then shook his head: "I have the bloodline of the Golden Crow, but I am not a pure-blooded Golden Crow, otherwise I wouldn't have this half-body of black fur."

"So, what are you?"

The Crested Ibis Demon Lord replied, "I am a Crested Ibis, a creature of the Crimson Realm, not a divine beast of the Black and Yellow Realm."

Huowu suddenly realized: "Oh, they came from outside."

As he spoke, Huowu looked the Crested Ibis Demon Lord up and down again, glancing at the feather on the Crested Ibis Demon Lord's body: "You're planning to refine this feather into yourself, aren't you?"

"Then I can lend you a hand and use my fire to help you, which will increase your chances of success."

The Crested Ibis Demon Lord's eyes lit up, but then he became wary again: "You're going to help me? What do you want me to do, or what do you want me to give up?"

Huowu shook his head: "I don't need your help, and I don't want anything from you."

"We are both firebirds. Since I am already dead, this last bit of strength will dissipate anyway, so I might as well give you, a fellow firebird, a little help."

"By the way, I'd like to remind you that I'm helping you refine this feather, so be careful not to disturb the owner of this place." (End of Chapter)