Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The master of the Nine Nether Flower Sea is Jiang!
Jiang Sheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the name, as if time had turned back and he had returned to ancient times.

Youjiang is not just a simple name; its most accurate name is Youjiang Clan, which belongs to the ancient innate sacred race and later became a major clan among humans. The four surnames Meng, Meng, Jiang, and Jiang among humans today all originated from the ancient Youjiang Clan.

Jiang Sheng remembered that the Penglai Daoist Canon recorded that in ancient times, the most famous people were the Jiang family, namely the Lord of the Other Shore River and the Lord of the Nine Nether Flower, and there was a Jiang family matriarch.

That person was known in later generations as Meng Po.

Could it be that the person before us is the Daoist figure left behind by the Jiang clan in ancient times?!
Jiang Sheng looked at the graceful and beautiful female cultivator in front of him, thought for a moment and returned the greeting, saying, "So it is the Lord of the Nine Nether Flower Sea in person. This humble Daoist Ling Yuan bows in respect."

Jiang looked at Jiang Sheng thoughtfully, her eyes full of meaning: "Just now, when I gave my name, the Daoist seemed to know who I was."

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "I don't know, and I don't want to know. As for Fairy Jiang, I came here only to take that child back."

You Jiang turned to look at Ye Qian, whose face was full of intoxication, and couldn't help but cover her face and chuckle: "Daoist wanted to take that young man away, but that young man is so engrossed in this place that he doesn't want to leave."

"How about, Daoist Master, you do me a favor and let the young man stay and keep me company?"

As she spoke, Jiang paused, looking at Jiang Sheng with a playful gaze: "If the Daoist Master is willing to stay, then it wouldn't be impossible for me to let that young man go, after all, the Daoist Master is even more handsome than that young man."

Jiang Sheng sighed: "It seems that the talks are not going to work out?"

Jiang spread her hands, feigning helplessness: "After all, I'm all alone in this Nine Nether Flower Sea, with only these red spider lilies for company. It's quite lonely."

The next moment, Jiang, who was about to tease Jiang Sheng further, suddenly changed his expression and withdrew.

In the instant it withdrew and retreated, a dazzling sword light bloomed where it had lingered, instantly cleaving space and time in two, shattering time itself, and causing the flow of years to reverse. The magnificent sword light, carrying the sharp intent to destroy all laws and sever time, cleaved across eighty million miles of heaven and earth, creating a deep and unhealable rift in this land of the Nine Netherworlds.

Jiang stared at the deep sword mark with a grim expression. Rolling red dust mist and nether energy surged from both sides, trying to heal the sword mark, but they were all crushed and forced back by the Yin-Yang Calamity Extinction Sword Qi remaining on the sword mark. No matter how the power of time and space intertwined and covered it, the sword mark remained. The sword intent that destroyed all laws made all the laws that tried to heal it turn into nothingness.

"The sword can shatter all laws?"

"No, that's not all! There's also the sword that cuts through time and severs cause and effect."

"Master, you have excellent skills. Although you have not yet reached the Pure Yang level, you already possess some of the characteristics of a Pure Yang master."

As Jiang spoke, he raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and a palm-leaf fan flew into his hand. The next instant, Jiang waved the palm-leaf fan in his hand, and the surging worldly energy was like a giant wave crashing against the shore, pounding towards Jiang Sheng.

The dust of the mortal world can damage the will to cultivate, while the dust of the netherworld can intoxicate immortals and gods into a dream of death. As the dust of the mortal world rushed in like a raging storm, Jiang Sheng casually flicked his Qingping Sword, and the three-foot-long green blade transformed into a folding fan. Jiang Sheng took a slight step back and flicked the folding fan in his hand, and the green Xuan Qi transformed into a storm that swept away.

However, before the Azure Profound Storm and the waves of mortal life could collide, Jiang made a hand seal, and the rolling waves of mortal life instantly collapsed and dissipated. Every wisp of mortal life energy transformed into a red butterfly. In an instant, hundreds of millions of red butterflies densely covered the sun and the sky. Each red butterfly was full of spirituality. They avoided the turbulent Azure Profound Storm, weaved through the crisscrossing sword energy, and rushed towards Jiang Sheng from all directions.

"A dream of the mortal world, a life of intoxication and oblivion, what a clever scheme."

As Jiang Sheng spoke, he raised his hand to form a thunder seal: "Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Orthodox Method, Shangqing Five Elements Thunder Descend!"

boom!
A muffled rumble of thunder echoed from the netherworld, followed by a bolt of lightning that pierced through the dark yellow aura of the underworld and penetrated the pale red mist of the mortal realm. Heavenly thunder poured down like a waterfall, and for a moment, the dazzling and magnificent thunder was like a thunderous forest hanging upside down in the sky, covering tens of millions of miles and cleansing all ghosts and evil spirits.

Even though there were billions of Dream Butterflies in the Mortal World, they were still reduced to ashes in the Thunder Prison that shattered the ten directions. In no time, one-tenth of the billions of Dream Butterflies remained. Even though the remaining Dream Butterflies were still trying to cross the thunder, they were met with arcs of lightning that stretched across the sky.

In the end, almost all the Dream Butterflies turned to ashes. However, just when Jiang Sheng thought that all the Dream Butterflies had been shattered, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, and then a Dream Butterfly rushed out of the void and rushed straight at Jiang Sheng's face.

In the next instant, Mengdie and Youjiang switched places, with Youjiang replacing Mengdie and appearing in front of Jiang Sheng. She was dressed in red silk and satin, with the crisp sound of golden bells on her hands and feet. The brocade wrapped around her waist transformed into a binding rope that rushed towards Jiang Sheng and tied him up. In the blink of an eye, the red brocade had bound Jiang Sheng tightly. Both Jiang Sheng and Qingping Sword were wrapped and wrapped in layers of red silk like rice dumplings.

"Taoist priest, you've still fallen into my hands."

Jiang smiled and was about to lead Jiang Sheng back when she suddenly realized something. Her expression changed, and she abruptly removed the brocade. In the next instant, a beautiful four-colored lotus flower bloomed in the netherworld, unfurling the brocade.

The lotus flower was like chaos, divided into four colors: blue, purple, red, and black. It shimmered with wind, thunder, water, and fire, stirring up the final calamity. When the lotus flower bloomed, the surging destructive power of the final calamity spread out like ripples, directly annihilating everything within tens of millions of miles. Jiang's brocade that bound immortals and gods was torn into fluttering catkins in an instant by the destructive power of the lotus flower. Then, the destructive power surged in like a tsunami, and Jiang was unable to dodge and was swallowed up by the destructive power.

But Jiang Sheng knew that this Lord of the Nine Nether Flower Sea was not so easy to deal with.

Therefore, Jiang Sheng only intended to trap You Jiang for a moment. As You Jiang was devoured by the destructive power of the Chaos Lotus, Jiang Sheng traversed eighty million miles in an instant, and was only a breath away from Ye Qian. In just one breath, Jiang Sheng could reach Ye Qian.

However, at this moment, Jiang's aura was expanding continuously within the tide of destruction. In the next instant, Jiang rushed out of the tide of destruction, and the palm-leaf fan in his hand transformed into a whip, lashing out at Jiang Sheng: "Daoist, you can't take that young man away!"

Jiang Sheng, however, had a hidden smile in his eyes: "Is that so?"

Seeing the whip trail rushing towards him like a venomous snake, Jiang Sheng flicked his left arm, and his wide sleeve transformed into a giant sack, which he then stuffed behind him.

Taoist supernatural power: Universe within a sleeve!
As Jiang Sheng's sleeves swept across the sky like pockets, Ye Qian was directly pulled into Jiang Sheng's sleeves by the overwhelming suction force. Immediately afterwards, Jiang Sheng struck out with a Five Elements Lightning Light to briefly repel the whip rope, and his whole body transformed into a sword light and fled towards the exit.

Jiang Sheng's speed was already extraordinary. Not to mention the five tribulations of cultivation in all the heavens and myriad realms, there were not many among the Mahayana Immortal Lords who could surpass Jiang Sheng's speed. Especially after Jiang Sheng transformed into a sword rainbow, his speed was even faster than ten million miles in a breath. In an instant, he pierced through tens of millions of miles. In just three to five breaths, Jiang Sheng could return to the entrance of the space-time rift.

Jiang Sheng was not here to fight Jiang. His purpose from beginning to end was to verify whether the spatial rift existed and to take Ye Qian away.

Now that his goals have been achieved, Jiang Sheng has no reason to continue fighting with You Jiang. Compared to continuing the battle, there are still a lot of things waiting for Jiang Sheng in the Three Realms.

However, Jiang Sheng wanted to leave, but Jiang was unwilling to let him go so easily. Her gaze was cold, devoid of any alluring charm. She flicked her whip again, and rustling sounds rang out from the vast sea of ​​red spider lilies. Instantly, a chilling aura rose up, sending shivers down one's spine. Jiang Sheng looked down and saw countless crimson snakes leaping out from the boundless sea of ​​ghostly flowers. Billions of red snakes intertwined and transformed into enormous snake balls, as big as mountains, chasing after Jiang Sheng.

The Qingping Sword emitted a soft glow, and Jiang Sheng casually slashed backward with hundreds of sword energies. The Yin-Yang Calamity Extinction Sword Energy crisscrossed and transformed into a sword net to intercept those giant snake balls. The snake balls instantly disintegrated upon contact with the sword energy, and countless crimson snakes were cut in half by the sword energy. However, as the severed parts of the crimson snakes scattered and flew in all directions, with the surge of blood energy, the broken red snakes merged back into a ball, transforming into a twisted monster snake with tens of thousands of heads and a body length of over 100,000 miles.

Roar! ! !
The monstrous serpent's tens of thousands of heads roared in unison, the rolling sound waves shattering the void and cracking the light and time. The passage that was originally unobstructed in front of Jiang Sheng suddenly cracked, and the space-time fractured into fine cracks, making it difficult for Jiang Sheng to cross. Taking advantage of the brief moment that Jiang Sheng was hindered, the monstrous serpent quickly crawled over. The vertical pupils of its tens of thousands of heads stared intently at Jiang Sheng's back, and in the next instant, more than ten thousand scarlet rays shot out from the vertical pupils.

The crimson light fell upon the void, petrifying it; it fell upon spacetime, freezing it. Wherever the serpent's eyes shone, everything was petrified and frozen. Whether it was time or years, whether it was laws or the void, everything under the serpent's gaze turned into stagnant stone ribbons. These stone ribbons sealed off heaven and earth, forming a sky-covering stone wall that blocked Jiang Sheng from entering the spacetime rift.

Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, Jiang Sheng had no choice but to stop. The next moment, he heard thousands of snake heads hissing, and the noisy and chaotic snake sounds rose from all directions, disturbing people's minds and spirits.

"Taoist Master, I told you, you can't leave."

Jiang's voice rang out, and Jiang Sheng turned around to see Jiang standing barefoot on one of the heads of the monstrous serpent, looking down at Jiang Sheng, who was trapped in front of the petrified space. Jiang's eyes were pale red, and he wore a crimson brocade robe. His left hand was on his hip, and his right hand held a whip. The golden bells on his ankles and wrists jingled softly, seemingly able to soothe the soul and calm the restless heart. "Daoist Master, perhaps you should stay here. If you are willing to stay, I can let that young man leave."

Jiang persuaded Jiang Sheng to stay again.

Jiang Sheng stamped his foot and sighed softly, "Why is the fairy doing this? This humble Taoist really doesn't want to fight with the fairy."

Before the words were finished, the humming sound of the magic sword rang out from Jiang Sheng's sleeve. In an instant, it seemed as if a monstrous and ferocious killing intent burst forth, causing You Jiang to gasp for breath. She looked in horror at Jiang Sheng's wide sleeves and saw four incomparably sharp sword beams sweep out from Jiang Sheng's sleeves. The four sword beams, blue, purple, red, and black, were wrapped with wind, thunder, water, fire, and the three calamities and the final tribulations, sweeping across the heavens and earth. They twisted and turned, and in an instant, the four swords stood in the east, west, south, and north, locking in time and space, severing cause and effect and destiny.

Jiang gazed at the fierce magic swords standing in all directions, his eyes narrowing slightly: "This sword formation has such great killing intent, such a heavy threat."

"I never imagined that a Daoist priest of such a young age could cultivate such a ferocious magical sword. I can't even imagine how many immortals and gods have died beneath this sword formation."

At this moment, You Jiang appeared calm, but she had already decided to retreat. If she was not careful, she would fall into Jiang Sheng's trap. In this sword formation, she would definitely lose if she fought Jiang Sheng. There was no need to continue a losing situation, so You Jiang planned to retreat quietly.

However, just as Jiang attempted to retreat, a scroll of array diagrams flew in, swirling with wind, thunder, water, and fire, and swirling with chaotic calamity energy. When the array diagrams flew above the sword array, they suddenly transformed into a sky-covering curtain, enveloping the heavens and earth and obscuring the secrets of heaven.

As soon as You Jiang looked up, he saw a blue lotus pattern array unfold, obscuring the sun and sky, shimmering with wind, thunder, water, and fire, and generating calamity and tribulation energy. Within the sword array, wisps of calamity energy, like cotton wool, had begun to rise and coil towards You Jiang.

"When the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is activated, even immortals and gods will perish."

"Fairy, now that you've entered my sword formation, you shouldn't leave."

Outside the sword formation, Jiang Sheng looked at You Jiang, who was staring in astonishment, and pointed at him with his left hand, saying, "Sword formation."

Just as Jiang Sheng was about to activate the sword formation, a hurried voice came from afar: "Heavenly Lord, wait!"

Jiang Sheng frowned slightly, turned his head to look, and was immediately shocked. He saw a female immortal who looked exactly like Jiang Sheng in the sword formation, even with the same clothes, hair, and hairpins, walking on the clouds.

However, this female immortal came in from outside the space-time rift.

"Your Majesty, please wait!"

The female immortal cried out and quickly came to Jiang Sheng's side: "Please, Heavenly Lord, do not harm Jiang Sheng's life."

Jiang Sheng gazed at the female immortal before him. Although she appeared ordinary, she gave him constant warnings, as if this seemingly weak and plain female immortal possessed unimaginable power within her.

With a hint of wariness, Jiang Sheng silently pinched a talisman in his sleeve with his left hand: "May I ask who you are, fairy?"

The female immortal glanced at Jiang Sheng's sleeve, clearly noticing his movement but not caring. With an extremely friendly smile, she said in a gentle and charming voice, "I come from the Nine Netherworld. Heavenly Lord, you may call me Meng Shu."

Meng Shu?!
Jiang Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized the identity of the person in front of him. No wonder he felt uneasy even though the person didn't seem to have any supernatural abilities. No wonder Jiang Sheng always felt that something was wrong after this person appeared. This person was indeed a pure Yang being!

If it were someone else, unfamiliar with pure yang energy and knowing very little about it, they would naturally not notice anything unusual.

Jiang Sheng had seen countless Pure Yang cultivators, from those who entered the Dao to those who held the Dao, and then to those who mastered the Dao. He was extremely familiar with the fluctuations of Pure Yang, not to mention that he also had four Pure Yang Dao Seeds hidden within his body, making him incredibly sensitive to the aura of Pure Yang.

Meng Shu.

Pure Yang.

Among all the heavens and myriad realms, there is only one person named Meng Shu who also claims to be a pure Yang from the Nine Netherworld: the Lord of the Nine Netherworld, revered by the world as the Dream Flower Yuanjun, the Taiyi Yuzhen Youzhao Huangming Dream Flower Daojun!
"It turns out to be the Dream Flower Sovereign in person. Lingyuan has met the Dream Flower Sovereign before."

Although it was Chunyang in person, Jiang Sheng neither lost his composure nor failed in his manners. After performing the Daoist bow, Jiang Sheng looked at Menghua Yuanjun with neither servility nor arrogance: "Yuanjun, have you come here for the sake of You Jiang in the sword formation?"

Meng Hua Yuanjun nodded, then shook her head: "It is for her, but not entirely for her."

"Does the Heavenly Emperor know who You Jiang is?"

“In ancient times, there was the Jiang clan, who were the ancestors of the four surnames Meng, Meng, Jiang and Jiang, and the source of their bloodline. If the Heavenly Emperor were to harm her, it would be equivalent to damaging his own source.”

"For the sake of the Heavenly Emperor's own Great Dao, it's best not to harm her."

Jiang Sheng was puzzled: "Even if she is just an ancient remnant existing in a spacetime rift?"

Meng Hua Yuanjun nodded: "Even if she is just an ancient remnant."

“Heavenly Lord, I have no intention of harming you. If I were to harm you, you would be powerless to stop me. The purpose of my visit is to prevent you from unknowingly damaging your own karma.”

Jiang Sheng remained silent for a few moments, then asked again, "Yuanjun, if I release it, what does Yuanjun intend to do?"

Meng Hua Yuanjun laughed and said, "Of course we will take her away and bring her back to the Nine Netherworld. I can assure the Heavenly Lord that she will never leave the Nine Netherworld again and will not cause any more trouble for the Heavenly Lord."

Faced with Meng Hua Yuanjun's solution, Jiang Sheng finally nodded: "In that case, please proceed, Yuanjun."

Jiang Sheng used a hand seal to retrieve the Four Swords of Slaughter and Trapping, as well as the Azure Lotus Formation. He stepped aside to make way for You Jiang, who had been filled with despair. But when he suddenly saw the light of day again, he was overjoyed. However, before he could be happy for a moment, he saw Meng Hua Yuanjun suddenly appear and his smile froze. Meng Hua Yuanjun smiled and said, "Since you have seen the light of day again, come back with me."

Jiang's face showed fear, and she retreated in terror, saying, "No, no, I won't!"

However, before she could finish speaking, Meng Hua Yuan Jun raised her hand and beckoned. Jiang, unable to control herself, walked towards Meng Hua Yuan Jun and eventually threw herself into Meng Hua Yuan Jun's sleeve.

At this point, Meng Hua Yuanjun revealed a satisfied smile and nodded slightly to Jiang Sheng: "Heavenly Lord, I shall take my leave now. But there is plenty of time in the future, and we shall meet again at the Peach Banquet in Yaochi."

After saying this, Meng Hua Yuanjun's figure disappeared, leaving only a wisp of red light that lingered and did not dissipate. The red light was beautiful, like a blooming Maha Mandala flower.

Jiang Sheng watched Meng Hua Yuanjun depart into the distance, remained silent for a moment, and then also transformed into pure vapor and left. (End of this chapter)