Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

"So, in the end, You Su was taken away by that person from the Nine Netherworld?"

Inside the Judicial Heavenly Lord's Palace, Lin Fan played with a gold-patterned glass cup, listening to Jiang Sheng recount his experience.

Jiang Sheng nodded: "Yes."

Lin Fan put down his wine cup, his expression somewhat strange: "Yuan Chen, do you really believe that Jiang is the origin of the Meng, Jiang and four other surnames, and that hurting her will damage your own karma?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "The Jiang family is indeed the origin of the four surnames Meng, Meng, Jiang and Jiang. This is not unrecorded in the sect's Taoist scriptures."

"But I don't believe that hurting her will damage one's own karma and the source of one's destiny."

"But since that sovereign has said so, what can I do?"

Lin Fan was taken aback upon hearing this, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Indeed, a Dao Lord of the Pure Yang level had personally appeared and even come up with an excuse for you, which was already giving you enough face. What could you do?
As long as one is not at the Pure Yang level, one is powerless against a Pure Yang being. No matter what the Pure Yang being's intentions are, when that Pure Yang being descends, it will oppress all beings in the realm who have not reached the Pure Yang level. Even if it conceals its aura and pressure, as long as it stands there, you cannot ignore its existence. It is like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky. Even though its light is warm, it is still an unbearable terror for ants.

That feeling of being unable to resist or struggle is something that can't be truly understood without experiencing Chunyang firsthand.

Lin Fan knew how capable his brothers were, and he also knew that his brothers would definitely become Pure Yang in the future, but Jiang Sheng was only at the fifth tribulation level.

Despite claims of being the contemporary leader of the Xuanmen sect and the number one among all the paths in the Three Realms, he is merely a True Monarch of the Integration Stage.
"Come, come, have another drink!"

Lin Fan poured himself a full glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. Jiang Sheng also raised his glass and drank with him. After three rounds of drinks, Jiang Sheng shook the wine glass with his right hand and tapped the table lightly with his left hand, recalling the scenes from the gap in time and space.

The master of the Nine Nether Flower Sea is of the Jiang clan.

Meng Shu, the Dream Flower Sovereign of the Nine Netherworld.

There was a woman surnamed Jiang and another surnamed Meng; their appearances, clothing, and even their auras were almost identical.
In an instant, a glint flashed in Jiang Sheng's eyes: Meng Shu, the lord of the Nine Netherworld, and You Jiang, the lord of the Nine Netherworld Flower Sea, what would You Jiang be called in this day and age?
"There is ginger, Meng Jiang."

Jiang Sheng muttered to himself, his eyes sparkling: What if that You Jiang wasn't some ancient You Jiang clan, but rather a blood relative or a clone or bloodline left behind by someone from the Nine Netherworld?

Meng Shu and Meng Jiang, that makes sense, and it also explains why that person suddenly appeared in the space-time rift.

Among the five unorthodox realms, the Left Divine Realm was made barren and impoverished by the Heavenly Evil Ancestor, and was mostly inhabited by evil demon cultivators and tribulation cultivators, giving it a bad reputation throughout the myriad realms; the Canghai Realm revered water, and although the Canglang Ancestor was somewhat disrespectful to his elders, the Canglang Holy Sect was still a holy land of unorthodox sects, and the Canghai Realm was a blessed land for water cultivators; as for the Three True Realms and the Nine Chambers Realms, each had its own advantages and disadvantages, and both had a small reputation throughout the myriad realms.

The Nine Netherworld, however, has always been relatively unknown among all the heavens and myriad realms.

During the great calamity of the Xuanmen, the Left God Realm, the Canghai Realm, the Three True Realms, and the Nine Chambers Realm from the side sects all got involved, but the Nine Nether Realm remained unmoved.

After the great calamity of the Xuanmen, the power of the Eastern Heaven grew stronger day by day, and it became the most powerful force in the Three Realms. All the heavens and myriad worlds either attached themselves to it or formed connections with it, while the Nine Netherworld remained unmoved.

If it weren't for the appearance of Meng Hua Yuanjun, Jiang Sheng would have almost forgotten that there was such a side sect, the Nine Netherworld, among all the myriad realms.

The Nine Netherworld is far too low-key, even more so than those divine realms. Those divine realms are forced by the Golden Palace Heavenly Emperor to reduce their influence to avoid attracting his wrath, but what is the Nine Netherworld aiming for?

As Jiang Sheng pondered, his thoughts began to drift away. He subconsciously recalled the two beings from the previous Yuanhui in the Xuanhuang Realm during the Xuanmen Great Calamity. Whether it was the Moon Lord of Taiyin Guanghan or the Sun Lord of Taiyang Jinyi, they were both formidable figures who survived the final calamity of their respective Yuanhui. If they hadn't encountered the Xuanmen Great Calamity, those two might have been able to survive until the next Yuanhui and awaken, once again dominating a realm for another 100,000 years.

So, is the Dream Flower Primordial Lord of the Nine Netherworld also an elder from the previous Yuanhui or the Upper Yuanhui?
The thought popped into Jiang Sheng's head and he couldn't help but shudder: How strange, how could he have such a thought?
Frowning and deep in thought, Jiang Sheng suddenly looked up: "The smell!"

That's it, it's the smell!
During the great calamity of the Xuanmen, Jiang Sheng met the Guanghan Yuanjun on the Taiyin Star in the Xuanhuang Realm. The Yuanjun carried an aura of time. Although she looked young and beautiful, unaffected by the ravages of time, the ancient aura of time was hard to conceal. At first glance, one could feel that every move of the Yuanjun carried the dust of history.

Jiang Sheng also sensed the same ancient aura emanating from Meng Hua Yuan Jun, which is why Jiang Sheng subconsciously suspected that Meng Hua Yuan Jun was not a being of the Ben Yuan Society.

After realizing this, Jiang Sheng felt a chill run down his spine: another being who knows how long they've lived!

How many beings throughout the myriad realms have lived for more than one eon?!
Just how many pure Yang essences are still hidden?!
"Yuan Chen, what are you muttering about?"

Lin Fan, half-drunk and half-awake, looked at Jiang Sheng with somewhat glazed eyes. Seeing his good brother sometimes frowning and sometimes sighing, Lin Fan really couldn't understand what Jiang Sheng was thinking. Could it be that he was humiliated in front of Meng Hua Yuanjun, causing his Dao heart to shatter?

"It's alright, drink your wine. Can't the Emperor's special nectar shut you up?"

As Jiang Sheng spoke, he poured himself another glass of wine, raised his glass to Lin Fan, and then drank it all in one gulp: "I've only discovered something, but I can't be sure yet."

Lin Fan immediately lost interest upon hearing this: "Why bother with uncertain things? Let's focus on the present, focus on the present! Come on, let's drink another three hundred cups!"

Inside the Palace of the Heavenly Lord of Justice, Jiang Sheng and Lin Fan drank heartily together. Beyond the Three Realms, the Dream Flower Primordial Lord returned to the Netherworld with You Jiang.

The Nine Netherworlds, the Sea of ​​Mandarava Flowers.

A figure in red swept in, and with a flick of her sleeve, a stunningly beautiful woman fell into the sea of ​​flowers.

You Jiang looked up at the aloof and indifferent Meng Hua Yuan Jun, her eyes filled with resentment, unwillingness, and venom.
"Don't look at me like that. I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it."

Meng Hua Yuanjun's voice was cold and her expression indifferent. When she looked at You Jiang, it was as if she were looking at an object, not a person, and she showed no respect for You Jiang.

Jiang said coldly, "What chance have you ever given me?"

"You yourself are here claiming to be an ancestor, living a carefree and unrestrained life, while I am trapped in this small space, trapped in this bubble, unable to escape."

"This is the opportunity you're giving me?"

"What opportunity did you give me? Was it to keep me company with those phantoms? Or could I be destroyed like a bubble at any moment?"

Meng Hua Yuanjun remained indifferent, unmoved by Jiang's questioning: "At least, you can survive inside, but outside, you cannot withstand the erosion of time."

"There you can avoid being entangled in karma, but outside, can you escape that endless karma?"

"Live or die, the choice is yours."

You Jiang remained silent for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "Without a support, even if I hid inside for ten eons, I still couldn't avoid death."

Upon hearing this, Meng Hua Yuanjun's eyes finally showed some color: "That thing is already broken, but I have discovered through divination that there is still a possibility of saving it."

Jiang looked at Meng Hua Yuanjun suspiciously: "Are you afraid that I will reveal your background, so you are deliberately lying to me to keep me in check?"

Meng Hua Yuanjun sneered, "Believe it or not, you're well aware of the method of using the false to condense the true. As long as you extract a fragment of history from the past and bring out the existence of that thing, it can be manifested in this era." "Otherwise, why do you think I would throw you into that sea of ​​time and space?"

Jiang was taken aback: "Is that so?!"

But then, as if remembering something, Jiang showed a look of annoyance: "That guy named Ling Yuan, he sent people to the Time-Space Sand Sea before, and used the power of the three realms of Refining Void, Integration, and Mahayana to test the space gap's ability to withstand it. Could it be that he sensed something and is plotting against my things?"

"We can't let him get away; we must silence him!"

Meng Hua Yuanjun watched quietly as You Jiang became furious and went berserk. She knew that You Jiang was unaware of the situation of this Yuanhui, so she wouldn't blame her.

"You can't touch that Lingyuan. Things that aren't yours until they're in your hands aren't yours."

"If you want to live, listen to my arrangements and don't do anything rash again."

"I can save you this time, but I might not be able to next time."

After saying this, Meng Hua Yuanjun's figure vanished without a trace, leaving only Jiang sitting silently with her head bowed amidst the sea of ​​flowers.

After a long while, Jiang got up and was about to leave when a gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Please wait, benefactor."

Jiang turned around suspiciously and saw a handsome monk with red lips, white teeth, and delicate features, dressed in a snow-white kasaya, standing in the eerie sea of ​​crimson mandalas, smiling: "This female benefactor, this humble monk sees that you and I are destined to meet."

Upon hearing this, Jiang couldn't help but smile disdainfully: "You're a monk, I'm a demoness, what fate do we have in common?"

"Monk, this is the Nine Netherworld, the place of the netherworld. There is no pure land for your Buddhist practice here. You should leave as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, the monk shook his head: "No, no, this humble monk has come here for you, benefactor."

You Jiang laughed: "You came for me? Monk, do you know where this is? Do you know who I am?"

The monk nodded and softly uttered a few words. Jiang's smile froze. The next moment, the monk's smile remained unchanged: "Benefactor, now I believe you and this humble monk are destined to meet?"

The events in the Nine Netherworlds are merely the tip of the iceberg.

It has not yet caused a ripple in the myriad realms, let alone affected the entire Three Realms.

The attention of all forces in the Three Realms is now focused on the Jade Pool Peach Banquet of the Queen Mother of Kunlun.

The Heavenly Court, the eighth heavenly palace, the Jade Pool in the northwest.

The Jade Pool is exquisitely beautiful, with pavilions and waterside terraces, towers and ornate rooms exuding a fairy-like aura. Everywhere you look, there are rare flowers and exotic plants, and clouds and mist swirl around, creating a hazy, ethereal atmosphere. It is a sight to behold.

However, when it comes to the scenery of Yaochi, the most beautiful sight is the group of Yaochi female fairies. Each of these fairies is pure and beautiful, with charming smiles. They are all unique and beautiful. When they play and frolic, they are like a group of flowers vying for beauty, charming and beautiful, which is truly intoxicating.

The female immortals of Yaochi are the most carefree and unrestrained. The complicated affairs of the Heavenly Court are none of their concern. They can play in Yaochi and travel around the Heavenly Court without much restraint or need to worry about anything. Therefore, they are all exceptionally lively and beautiful.

But Yaochi isn't always idle. Right now, the most important thing in the entire Heavenly Court and the entire Three Realms is the Queen Mother's Peach Banquet at Yaochi, so the female immortals of Yaochi are also busy with this.

The female immortals were preparing everything needed for the Peach Banquet, from coordinating the finest delicacies to culinary delights from land and sea, as well as elixirs, rare fruits, and other special ingredients. Because they had made preparations in advance, the female immortals weren't too busy. However, having something to do made them extra diligent. They were playfully arranging tables and decorations on the Langhuan Terrace, their laughter as melodious as silver bells.

Suqin avoided the two fairies and inspected the various arrangements in Langhuan Terrace. Qingming, wearing a green hairpin and feathered robe, followed Suqin, looking around.

"Why is Sister Bluebird here when she's not with Yuanjun?"

Suqin asked softly. She didn't have any ill feelings towards Qingming, but she didn't have much affection for her either. They were just casual acquaintances. In fact, it could be said that the relationships among the female immortals in Yaochi were very complicated. They each had their own connections and their own sisters.

To say that there are numerous factions would be an exaggeration, but to say that there are many groups is absolutely true.

Take Suqin as an example. Half of the fairies of the Su generation in Yaochi are on good terms with her. At the same time, some female fairies of the Yue generation also have a good relationship with her. In addition, there are Yuejian, Lanzheng, and Quedi, who are also female fairies who serve the Queen Mother. Suqin's close friends and confidantes cover four generations of disciples in Yaochi, but Qingming is definitely not among them.

Therefore, Suqin was somewhat surprised that Qingming came to see her, as she shouldn't have been the one to come looking for her.

However, Qingming was in a good mood, with a faint smile in her eyes. She even took the initiative to explain, "The Queen Mother is receiving guests and doesn't need me, so I came to Langhuan Terrace to see how your arrangements are going."

"The Peach Banquet is just a few years away, and guests from all sides are on their way. Although the Queen Mother hasn't asked, she has been keeping a close eye on the situation here. I must check it out to put her mind at ease."

Qingming gave a reason.

Suqin neither agreed nor disagreed; the reason seemed somewhat perfunctory, but she accepted it nonetheless.

Looking at Qingming beside her, who was in a great mood, Suqin could guess why she was so happy. With her burdens lifted and the pressure gone, she was able to go into battle with ease and her mind was at ease. She could leap thousands of miles in one bound: Qingming's cultivation level had increased considerably.

Since making the decision to have her clan submit to Yaochi, Qingming felt relieved of the immense burden on her heart. With a relaxed and carefree state of mind, her shackles loosened, and her cultivation naturally improved considerably.

Now that her cultivation has improved and the safety of her clan is guaranteed, Qingming has returned to her carefree days. In fact, in a great mood, she is kind to everything. Qingming walked up to Suqin with a smile on her face and asked, "Sister Suqin, do you know who has come to Yaochi?"

Suqin shook her head: "I don't know that."

Qingming said, "It's that Tushan Great Sage from the Tushan Holy Land in the Great Wilderness Realm."

"That Great Sage arrived in the Northwest Kunlun Continent some time ago and is now living on Mount Kunlun."

"I heard that the Vermilion Bird Great Sage from the Southern Fire God Palace will also arrive in a few days. The arrival of two demon race Great Sages in West Kunlun will cause quite a stir, after all, the clansmen and disciples of those two Great Sages are also very curious about our Yaochi."

Tushan Great Sage, Vermilion Bird Great Sage.

Upon hearing the names of these two great saints, Suqin subconsciously imagined the nine-tailed red fox of Tushan and the various firebirds of the Zhu Ming Realm. Immediately, Suqin thought of a name: the Crested Ibis Demon Lord.

That Crested Ibis Demon Lord was a direct disciple of the Vermilion Bird Great Sage and a close friend of Jiang Sheng.
Before she knew it, Suqin was thinking of Jiang Sheng again.

Qingming looked at the absent-minded Suqin with some suspicion, frowned, and leaned closer to examine her for a few moments. Then, as if she had thought of something, she couldn't help but reveal a sly smile:
"Oh? It seems that Suqin, who seems to have a heart as cold as ice, isn't really an iceberg after all. How interesting." (End of Chapter)