Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The vast land of China, the land of Zhuzhou.

On this day, a group of snake demons in Nine-Headed Mountain were grooming the three-million-mile-long mountain, making it look brand new.

At a glance, the entire Nine-Headed Mountain was filled with busy figures of lesser demons. Whether they were lesser demons from the lower three realms or demon generals from the middle three realms, none of them had a moment to spare.

This was not the will of the Seven Absolutes Lady, the mistress of Nine Heads Mountain, but an order given by Ling Yu.

Lingyu herself was also busy, redecorating the Seven Absolutes Cave to welcome the sect elders who had come from afar.

Before long, the entire Nine-Headed Mountain was completely transformed. Shao Bai Mingjun looked at Ling Yu, who was still somewhat dissatisfied, and smiled wryly: "True Lord Ling Yu, this Nine-Headed Mountain is no match for Penglai Holy Land. It's already quite good that this desolate place can look like this."

Upon hearing this, Lingyu sighed and revealed some of her true feelings to her fellow Daoist, Shaobai Mingjun, her junior brother: "To be honest, Mingjun, my original intention in coming to the Nine Provinces Realm was to rescue Fairy Suqin and to boost the morale of our sect."

"But now, I am too weak to save Fairy Suqin and I have also lost the Crested Ibis Demon Lord, which has made the elders of the sect come to my aid. I am truly ashamed."

"Right now, I really don't know how to deal with this, so I can only keep busy here."

Hearing Lingyu's words, Shaobai Mingjun nodded in empathy: "Speaking of which, I also made mistakes in the past, and my sins were not small."

"Back then, relying on the sect's background and being young, I was full of youthful vigor and thought about punishing evil and promoting good to become famous. As a result, I made a careless move and fell into the enemy's hands, and even caused my senior brothers and sisters to be injured."

"After Master rescued us, I was busy taking care of the injured senior brothers and sisters, helping Master tend the medicinal herb fields, and feeding the spirit beasts."

"I was hoping to lessen my punishment, but when my senior brothers and sisters woke up, I didn't dare to see them."

“My master told me that they never blamed me. I was just busy with my own things because I couldn’t let go of them. I know my master is right, but I just can’t let go.”

Lingyu glanced at Shao Bai Mingjun with some surprise, not expecting that this now famous Dongxuan Zhenjun had such an experience.

Shao Bai Mingjun laughed and said, "My Zhoushan Realm is not comparable to the Thirty-Six Great Thousand Realms, and the Xuan Su Sect is not a sacred place of the Xuanmen. The reason I have come to where I am today is entirely due to the trouble I caused when I was young, and the fact that my master and senior brothers and sisters protected me. Otherwise, where would I be today?"

As Shao Bai Mingjun recounted the troubles and embarrassing moments he had caused in the past, Ling Yu, unusually, opened up and discussed her childhood experiences with Shao Bai Mingjun.

When the Four Seas True Lord returned from his busy work outside, he was quite surprised to see this scene. Seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Venerable's amused expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Venerable One, what is this?"

The Yellow-Eyebrowed Venerable said with a smile, "True Lord, look at these two, a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman, don't they look like a perfect couple?"

The Four Seas True Lord was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at the Young White Underworld Lord in disbelief: "So, that's what he was thinking."

While Jiutou Mountain was busy welcoming distinguished guests, in a barbaric land to the west of Zhuzhou, the atmosphere was solemn as Xuehai Daoist, Wushui Xuanjun, and Buchen Monk stood.

Wu Shui Xuan Jun glanced at Xue Hai Dao Ren, whose face was gloomy, and then at Bu Chen He Shang, and couldn't help but say, "Jiu Feng is dead. She died at the hands of Su Qin Xian Zi from Yao Chi Holy Land."

"And Fairy Suqin is now in the hands of the Qiankun Dao Sect. According to the information we've gathered, the Crested Ibis is also trapped."

"With the great battle between the Qiankun Dao Sect and the Shanhe Dao Family about to break out, can we still stay in Zhuzhou?"

The Blood Sea Daoist sighed: "If we don't stay in Zhuzhou, where else can we go?"

"Run to Yanzhou? Do you believe that the Qiankun Dao Sect will use us to fill the swords of the Shanhe Daoist School?"

Wu Shui Xuan Jun then said, "If we stay here, won't we be captured by the Shanhe Daoist School and used as bait by the Qiankun Daoist School?"

"If I can't stay in Zhuzhou, and I can't stay in Yanzhou, then I can run to Yangzhou and hide for a thousand or eight hundred years, right?"

Xuehai Daoren then looked at Buchen Monk: "Master Buchen, the Fierce Owl of the Zhu Ming Realm is still in your golden bowl, while the Crested Ibis has fallen into the hands of the Qiankun Dao Sect. The Fierce Owl in your hands can no longer be used as a hostage."

"Right now, we're all in the same boat. Master Buchen, don't you have anything to say?"

Bu Chen raised his eyes, glanced at the two demon lords and evil lords beside him, and then said, "It's not impossible to go to Yangzhou to take refuge for a while."

"But Yanzhou is not an undesirable destination. Haven't you two heard of the saying 'a thousand pieces of gold to buy a horse's bones'?"

Blood Sea Daoist and Five Water Mystic Lord exchanged a glance, then nodded thoughtfully.

“In that case, let’s wait a bit longer. Let’s wait until the Qiankun Dao Sect and the Shanhe Dao Family have fought a few rounds, with some wins and some losses, before we go and join them.”

"After all, if you're going to risk your life, you should at least get a good price for yourself!"

Three months later, outside Jiutou Mountain.

Lingyu, Shaobai Mingjun, Sihai Zhenjun, Huangmei Zunzhe, as well as the Seven Absolutes Lady, Biyun Lady, and Sanfeng Lady of Jiutou Mountain all attended the event.

After three months of renovation, the entire Jiutou Mountain has been revamped countless times. The previous demonic and barbaric aura has long since disappeared. Now, Jiutou Mountain can be considered a Xuanmen (mystical sect) stronghold.

On Mount Jiutou, one can see rows of palaces and pavilions, with bells ringing, strings and bamboo instruments playing, smoke rising into the sky, and elegant music lingering, simple yet refined, in harmony with the natural essence of Penglai.

The Four Seas True Lord looked up at the sky, then at the Lesser White Underworld Lord beside him, and whispered, "Underworld Lord, which senior expert from the Mountain and River Daoist School came this time? Do you have any inside information?"

After thinking for a moment, Shao Bai Mingjun said, "Lingyu Zhenjun said that the one who came this time is a senior from the Penglai Yuan generation."

As the two were talking, a majestic and righteous profound energy suddenly descended, followed by a magnificent and surging profound energy that swept across the four directions. As the boundless spiritual energy intertwined and shimmered like shuttles, it painted the sky with five colors and three rosy clouds. A crimson sun fell from the sea of ​​stars and descended to the mortal world.

This crimson sun was a million miles in size, surrounded by countless rising and swirling rays of sunlight.

Crimson fire responds to mysterious light, the sun's wheel reflects the celestial phenomena.

As the rosy clouds shone brightly and a rainbow formed a bridge leading down from the sky, a figure emerged from the sun.

This was a dignified middle-aged Taoist priest with a resolute and solemn face, three long wisps of beard on his chin, a vermilion Taoist crown on his head, and a vermilion and purple Taoist robe. He walked down the Rainbow Bridge step by step with square steps. Between the deep pool and towering peaks, it was as if a world of its own was coming towards them, making everyone feel a little breathless for a moment.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the Four Seas True Lord couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It's actually this person!"

Even the Yellow-Eyebrowed Venerable showed a rare hint of surprise.

But it is seen that:
A crimson sun crown serves as a Taoist headdress, while purple aura and celestial light transform into a black robe.
Wearing a belt with a dragon and a golden lion around the waist, and boots with auspicious clouds and sea-stepping feet;
The rising sun reflects the immortal aura, and the brilliant sunlight illuminates the Dao wheel;
Five-colored clouds and three rosy hues condense into true fruit; the dignified and majestic Dharma form is that of the Venerable One of Profound Mystery.

This being, wearing a vermilion crown and a robe of crimson light and purple aura, with a yang-flame dao wheel hanging from his body and three lights and five qi above his head, was none other than the true disciple of the Yuan generation of the Penglai Dao Sect: Taiyi Dongxuan Yangyan Yuanyi Zhenjun.

The rosy clouds and auspicious mists correspond to celestial phenomena, while the blazing sun and crimson and purple hues transform into the wheel of Tao.

As Yuan Yi Zhenjun settled down, Ling Yu stepped forward and was about to speak when Yuan Yi Zhenjun smiled and said, "Good nephew, don't worry."

“That Ling Feng bullies the weak because of his strength, and the reason for this is not your fault.”

"Whether it's the sect or myself, we all know you've done your best."

Upon hearing this, Lingyu bowed deeply, all her emotions condensed into a single sentence: "Uncle-Master Yuanyi." Seeing her proud junior of the Ling generation in such a state, True Lord Yuanyi, though his face was kind, had a blazing sun in his eyes that seemed about to burst open.

The two, Shao Bai Mingjun and Si Hai Zhenjun, exchanged glances as they looked at the Penglai Dao Sect's Nascent Soul Realm expert, who was clearly enraged. They both knew that a great battle was inevitable.

As the Seven Absolutes Goddess, the Azure Cloud Goddess, and the Three Phoenix Goddess gazed at this majestic and imposing Nascent Soul Realm expert, they couldn't help but tremble, feeling that Zhu Zhou was becoming increasingly restless.

After welcoming True Lord Yuanyi, the group returned to the Seven Absolutes Cave. True Lord Yuanyi took the seat of honor without hesitation, and with a wave of his hand, a map of the Nine Provinces appeared.

On the map, the nine provinces and ten islands of the entire Nine Provinces Realm appeared before everyone's eyes, revealing the vastness and grandeur of the entire Nine Provinces Realm.

The nine major provinces of the Nine Provinces are arranged in a north-south orientation, with the north at the top, the south at the bottom, the west on the left, and the east on the right, as follows:

Junzhou, Cangzhou, Bianzhou
Xuanzhou, Mingzhou, Haozhou
Zhuzhou, Yanzhou, Yangzhou.

Yuan Yi Zhenjun pointed to Yanzhou and laughed, "The reason why this Nine Provinces Realm is named is because of these nine great provinces."

"Take a look at this line."

As he spoke, True Lord Yuanyi pointed to the line from Cangzhou to Yanzhou: "Cangzhou, Mingzhou, and Yanzhou, lined up from north to south, this is the territory of the Qiankun Dao Sect."

"Junzhou and Xuanzhou on the left, and Bianzhou and Haozhou on the right, are the territories of Huayun and Kongdong, respectively. Zhuzhou and Yangzhou are the untamed lands that can remain in the Nine Provinces, in order to balance Yin and Yang, good and evil."

As he spoke, True Monarch Yuanyi pointed at Yanzhou and sneered, "This Yanzhou, seemingly monitoring Zhu and Yang for the Qiankun Dao Sect, is actually caught in the crossfire between Zhu and Yang."

"We can take either of the two states first and use it as a bridgehead for the Mountain and River Daoist School. We will seize one-tenth of the fortune of the Nine Provinces!"

“I am not here on a whim, Nephew Lingyu.”

Lingyu quickly asked, "What are your instructions, Martial Uncle?"

Yuan Yi Zhenjun laughed and said, "I will go and have a match with Ling Feng, while my junior nephew Ling Yu will develop in this Zhuzhou area first, laying a solid foundation for the arrival of my Shanhe Daoist School. If we do well, it will be a great achievement."

Lingyu nodded, then asked with some doubt, "But Uncle Yuanyi, doesn't Yangzhou need any planning?"

Yuan Yi Zhenjun shook his head: "The land of Yangzhou, my Mountain and River Daoist School has long been planning for it."

Had they planned this all along?
Upon hearing these words, both Shao Bai Mingjun and Si Hai Zhenjun simultaneously conjured up the image of a serene and unrestrained Taoist in their minds.

Yanzhou, Linhai Daogong.

Lingfeng Zhenjun sat cross-legged on the Dao Palace Heavenly Pavilion, his eyes slightly closed. Thousands of mysterious lights flickered in front of him, and various divine powers and techniques manifested in different ways, finally condensing in front of him and transforming into a five-colored wheel platform.

Beside True Monarch Lingfeng, the only remaining Daoist Mufeng of the Linhai Dao Palace stood in attendance.

Although they are both from the same generation of the Qiankun Dao Sect, how can Daoist Mufeng compare to True Monarch Lingfeng?
Lingfeng Zhenjun was an unparalleled genius who achieved the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and Five Qi Converging at the Origin in less than seven thousand years. As for Mu Feng, although he was also a prodigy and a cultivator of the Cave Profound Dao Fruit, he was unable to take that step beyond the late stage of Refining Void.

The deaths of many of his fellow disciples in the past completely ruined the mindset of this once-proud genius, making him carefree and irresponsible, and he no longer had the ambition to climb to the Integration Realm.

At this moment, Daoist Mufeng looked at True Lord Lingfeng in front of him and suddenly had an idea: If he had not witnessed the horrifying scene when his senior and junior brothers were undergoing the Tribulation of Integration, and had not seen their tragic deaths, would he still be the spirited True Lord Mufeng, and could he have become the next True Lord Lingfeng?
Just as Daoist Mufeng was lost in thought, True Monarch Lingfeng suddenly opened his eyes. Daoist Mufeng was startled, thinking that True Monarch Lingfeng had seen through his thoughts. But to his surprise, True Monarch Lingfeng calmly said, "Here you are."

Master Mufeng was taken aback: "Huh? Who's here?"

Lingfeng Zhenjun did not answer him; before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared into the Dao Palace Heavenly Pavilion.

In the next instant, Daoist Mufeng suddenly sensed an abyss-like pressure rising from afar, followed by a terrifying wave of power sweeping in like a raging storm, shaking the entire Dao Palace to its core.

When Daoist Mufeng finally stood still and looked around, he saw a crimson sun slowly rising over the sea beyond Yanzhou.

At this moment, Daoist Mufeng finally understood what True Lord Lingfeng meant by "Here he has arrived": the Fifth Tribulation True Lord of Penglai Dao Sect had arrived!

At this moment, a million miles of red sun rose majestically above the sea, radiating its light in all directions. Yangyan Yuanyi Zhenjun stood in the red sun, hands behind his back, gazing at the Linhai Dao Palace, which was fifty million miles away.

In less than a breath, a figure traversed fifty million miles and appeared before True Monarch Yuanyi.

The figure wore a seven-star moon crown and a light gold eight-trigram robe. He stood tall and had an imposing presence. Upon seeing Yuan Yi Zhenjun, he was not annoyed at all, but instead showed a smile: "I wondered which senior from the Penglai Dao Sect had come. It turns out to be Yuan Yi Zhenjun."

"Qiankun Lingfeng greets the True Lord Yangyan Yuanyi of the Penglai Dao Sect."

Yuan Yi Zhenjun looked at Ling Feng Zhenjun in front of him and bowed: "Although Ling Feng Zhenjun and I are not of the same generation, we are at the same level, so I will treat him as an equal."

"Penglai Yuanyi greets Qianxuan Lingfeng Zhenjun of Qiankun Daozong."

As fellow Fifth Tribulation True Monarchs, the two did not immediately engage in a fierce battle upon meeting. Instead, they exchanged greetings according to the etiquette of the orthodox Xuanmen sect and the true teachings of the holy land.

After exchanging greetings, Yuan Yi Zhenjun said, "I have come here for no other reason than to seek justice for my junior."

Lingfeng Zhenjun laughed and said, "Seeking justice is no problem at all."

"The justice in this world is not in people's hearts, nor in heaven and earth, but in these supernatural powers and magic."

"As long as True Lord Yuanyi defeats me, then True Lord Yuanyi can speak the truth!"

As he spoke, True Monarch Lingfeng raised his hand and made a gesture. In an instant, boundless winds rose, and thousands of flowing winds transformed into a blue wheel that stretched for millions of miles, reaching the heavens and the earth, slowly manifesting and turning the world upside down.

As the Azure Wheel appeared, True Monarch Lingfeng immediately shouted, "Heavenly Blessing!"

The next instant, accompanied by a deafening roar, a massive figure burst forth from the azure wheel, heading straight for True Monarch Yuanyi.

This figure was as swift as the wind, as beautiful as gold and jade. As it swept in front of Yuan Yi Zhenjun, it opened its mouth as if to swallow the million-mile-long crimson sun whole.

Without blinking, Yuan Yi Zhenjun raised his hand and swung a palm, thus unleashing the Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Techniques - Mountain Shaking and Earth Tremoring on his own hand.

The next moment, accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth, the figure was sent flying thirty million miles away by Yuan Yi Zhenjun's slap, but then rushed back again.

Now, Yuan Yi Zhenjun could see the figure clearly: its body was like a tiger or leopard, its head and tail like a dragon, its shoulders adorned with auspicious cloud wings, and a single horn on its forehead tilted back. It had a tiger-like appearance but also a majestic air about it.

Looking at this strange beast, Yuan Yi Zhenjun's lips curled up slightly: "So, it's a Pixiu."

"But these Pixiu are far inferior to the two in front of my Penglai Daoist Pavilion."

As the Pixiu pounced on again, Yuan Yi Zhenjun slightly raised his hand, and a figure leaped out from the million-mile-long crimson sun.

"Red Dragon, go!" (End of Chapter)