Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

In the realm of the unreal, the four directions are upside down, and the sky sinks and the earth floats.

As Jiang Sheng headed to the Mirage Dragon's lair to search for Huang Mei's whereabouts, Ling Luo stayed behind to watch over the young Mirage Dragon for Jiang Sheng.

There is a reason why it is said to be young. Although this mirage dragon has the cultivation of the Void Refining Realm, it is at most two thousand years old. A dragon species that is two thousand years old is only about the age of coming of age in human years.

Any dragon that can peacefully reach the Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation Realm can basically live for ten thousand years. For a strange species like the Mirage Dragon, cultivation is as simple as eating and drinking. Reaching the Void Refinement Realm is a natural progression with no bottlenecks.

The mirage dragon before them clearly lacked combat experience, having risen through the ranks to the Void Refinement stage while dormant. This was due to its bloodline talent; as a primordial sacred species, it possessed some extraordinary qualities.

Lingluo wasn't actually very interested in the mirage dragon; she just habitually teased and scared it a few times, wanting to see the little guy look pitiful.

However, this mirage dragon still had some backbone. It was one thing that it couldn't beat Jiang Sheng, but it stared at Ling Luo without saying a word. The two of them just stared at each other until an aura approached.

Before the Mirage Dragon could react, Lingluo reached out with both hands, and two Night Owl Blade Daggers slid into her palms. Then, she stared at the space in front of her, and the daggers in her hands smoothly sliced ​​through the void, shattering the chaotic flow of spiritual energy and revealing the nothingness behind the void.

The Mirage Dragon's eyes widened as it watched Lingluo suddenly cleave through the void, revealing a crimson flame spear emerging from it.

The Crimson Flame Spear and the Night Owl Blade Sword collided, and the moonlight and crimson flames surged violently, exploding directly between heaven and earth, clearing away a space.

In an instant, Lingluo frowned slightly, and her hands holding the Night Owl Blade Sword trembled slightly: The person who came had great strength!

In that void, the figure of a child gradually solidified.

The boy was no more than five feet tall, with a swirl of hair behind his head and red feathers wrapped around his body. He stood on red clouds and flames, and in his hand was a ten-foot-long crimson fire-tipped spear. When he wielded it, the flames flowed like rivers and seas, and the shadow of the spear was like flowing waves. He was truly awe-inspiring.

As the boy appeared, his expression was wicked, and he looked at Lingluo with his head held high, almost with his nose: "I wondered where this poisonous woman came from, but it turns out she is a female Rakshasa."

"With your meager skills, you dare to covet my brother's Mirage Dragon?"

As he spoke, the boy brandished his Crimson Flame Spear, his entire being transforming into a fiery rainbow, unleashing a thousand layers of crimson flames and towering waves of fire as he charged toward Lingluo.

In an instant, the murderous intent was fully revealed, and it was unstoppable!

Sensing the boy's undisguised killing intent, Lingluo's Night Owl Blade Sword trembled slightly in her hands, then transformed into hundreds of illusory swords that shot out one after another, while her true form gracefully darted away like a butterfly, dodging the boy's ferocious and overwhelming attack.

In an instant, hundreds of illusory swords rained down, piercing the void, while flowing flames and crimson fire struck across the heavens and earth, shattering the firmament. As Lingluo and the boy separated, the boy was unharmed, turning around and grinning maliciously at Lingluo, his expression like that of someone looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

On the other hand, Lingluo's expression was extremely ugly: her flowing robes had been torn!
This is a magical robe painstakingly crafted by Lingluo. It can be transformed at will, is impervious to swords and blades, and is unaffected by water and fire. The cloud-restricting spirit inscription engraved on it can intercept all kinds of magic and supernatural powers. It is a superior treasure robe.

In the past, only a handful of beings in the myriad realms could easily tear open this precious garment; the most recent one was Jiang Sheng.

But now, out of nowhere, a five-foot-tall boy appeared and easily tore open his precious clothes.

Even though the flowing robes of Manwu Luoyi possessed self-healing abilities, Lingluo was still deeply distressed.

Looking at the mocking boy opposite her, Lingluo's ugly expression melted away like ice and snow, and she actually laughed: "Good, good, good!"

"Having not made a move for seven or eight hundred years, now even a mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to swagger in front of this princess."

"When I, this princess, was slaughtering people all over the land, you short, ugly fellow were probably still suckling somewhere!"

Before she finished speaking, Lingluo released thousands of clones, each wielding two Night Owl Blade Swords, which surrounded and attacked the boy from all directions.

For a moment, all I could see were silks and brocades, making it impossible to discern the true identity of the person in question.

One after another, clones shattered the void and tore through the air, their Night Owl Blade Swords slicing through the clouds and piercing through the void, each strike leaving an unhealable void mark in this world.

One way, two ways, three ways.
As countless ethereal traces crisscrossed and filled the heavens and earth, an invisible net also encompassed the boy within it.

Although the boy wielded the Crimson Flame Spear and repeatedly knocked down Lingluo's clones, he could not completely eliminate the countless clones, even with his unparalleled fighting prowess.

As the traces of nothingness intertwined into a net, and as the invisible net trapped the boy's figure, Lingluo's true form also manifested.

"With this move, I, the princess, will send you to your next reincarnation!"

Before she finished speaking, the veil on Lingluo's face fluttered slightly, and her crimson robe tightly wrapped her graceful figure. Strands of feathers intertwined and wrapped around Lingluo's waist and arms, transforming into fluttering cloud ribbons.

As Lingluo danced, the gold rings adorning her earlobes, neck, waist, wrists, and ankles jingled and hummed, creating a mesmerizing murmur that made the boy feel dizzy and lightheaded, with the surrounding scenery appearing and disappearing, seemingly both near and far.

The dance of rainbow-colored robes bewitches the soul, and the decadent music disturbs the true mind.

As the boy became engrossed in Lingluo's music and dance, the two Night Owl Blade Swords in Lingluo's hands transformed into two beautiful mandala flowers.

"Dancing in flowing robes".

As Lingluo murmured softly, her true form vanished into the world, leaving only endless mandalas blooming, filling the heavens and earth, transforming into a boundless sea of ​​flowers.

Amidst the sea of ​​flowers, fragrant breezes carry petals that dance in the air. Wherever the breeze passes, the branches sway and petals fill the sky. Amidst this magnificent scene, an invisible killing intent suddenly emerges.

The boy, engrossed in the sea of ​​flowers, was completely unaware of the ripples spreading around him. Then, one after another, invisible and intangible blades were aimed at his brow and chest, locking onto his soul and Dao fruit.

"Dawn breaks through a thousand nights!"

In an instant, invisible blades pierced the sky, blades containing the power of space and the essence of the invisible tearing through the heavens, each sharp edge heading straight for the boy.

In an instant, endless blades swirled, as if stirring up a storm of sharp blades in this sea of ​​datura flowers. The fragrant breeze spiraled around the petals, and an invisible, solemn killing intent devoured the boy without a trace.

However, just as the boy was about to perish, endless streams of fire suddenly shot into the sky. Streams of fire feathers soared into the sky, transforming into a raging torrent that stirred the four directions. As the soaring fire bloomed like a lotus platform, the boy with clear eyes held a crimson flame spear and looked at Lingluo with a half-smile.

"What a brilliant dreamlike killing move! If I hadn't had a protective treasure specifically designed to guard against this kind of technique that targets the soul and the Dao heart, I would probably have died at the hands of you, you poisonous woman."

"Since you are determined to die, I will grant your wish."

As he spoke, countless fiery feathers intertwined like shuttles, transforming into cloud ribbons that wrapped around the boy's body. The boy shook his head, and two more heads sprouted from his left and right shoulders. With a shake of his arms, four arms grew from his armpits and back.

Three heads and six arms!

Lingluo watched as the boy effortlessly unleashed the Three Heads and Six Arms supernatural power. Though she remained outwardly calm, she was secretly astonished. Although the Three Heads and Six Arms technique was not among the Thirty-Six Heavenly Divine Arts, it was still a powerful Taoist supernatural power. If combined with the Law of Heaven and Earth, it would be an invincible offensive and combat technique.

This boy before me can wield the Three Heads and Six Arms technique so skillfully; could he possibly be a member of the Qiankun Dao Sect?!
Lingluo couldn't help but think this way. Within the Nine Provinces, she knew most of the members of the Eastern Heaven Daoist Clan, if not all of them. However, there were too many true disciples of Qiankun, Kongdong, Huayun, Daoyi Palace, and Yin-Yang Orthodox Sect that she didn't recognize. Moreover, she had come with Jiang Sheng on this trip; why would the Eastern Heaven Daoist Clan suddenly attack?

Only the Qiankun Dao Sect and its allies would do such a thing!

To be able to use such powerful abilities, this boy must be at least at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm!

The boy clearly didn't intend to give Lingluo much time to think or react. As he unleashed his three heads and six arms, the boy held a Crimson Flame Spear in both hands, while his other four arms held a white jade bottle, a Crimson Mirror, a Golden Sword, and a Black Stone. His supernatural powers flowed, and each magical treasure shone with dazzling light, clearly indicating that they were all of extraordinary quality.

As all the treasures were unleashed, the boy's three heads and six arms began to dance, transforming into a fiery whirlwind that swept across the heavens and earth, like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, determined to burn the silk and brocade to ashes.

Looking at the imposing and ferocious boy, Lingluo gritted her teeth and chose to withstand the attack.

Although this boy was incredibly powerful, Lingluo was certain that he was no match for Jiang Sheng. As long as he could hold out until Jiang Sheng returned, the boy would surely die!
I can hold on for a while!

Just as Lingluo had thought, the commotion here had already alerted Jiang Sheng, who was rushing over at a speed of five million miles per breath.

The boy paid no heed to anything else; fierce winds roared and flames soared around him as various magical treasures charged towards Lingluo with ferocious power.

"You wicked woman, die!"

As the boy spoke, the white jade bottle poured out a vast expanse of heavenly light, the crimson mirror blazed with scorching flames, and the golden sword cleaved across the heavens and earth, while the black light stone shattered souls and torn spirits apart. All sorts of magical treasures and killing moves were displayed, and Lingluo was already trapped with nowhere to escape.

But in the boy's eyes, Lingluo had given up all resistance and was just smiling at him: "He's here."

The boy was taken aback: "Huh?"

The next instant, a dazzling golden rainbow streaked across the sky.

The flowing rainbow stretched across eight million miles of heaven and earth, its golden light as fiery as fire, its divine might as bright as the blazing sun in the sky. In an instant, the flowing rainbow shattered the void, piercing through the fiery whirlwind that swept across the heavens and earth, and sent the dark stone flying straight away.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling golden light swept across the sky, transforming into countless bracelet shadows, like an impregnable wall, blocking the vast expanse of heavenly light and the raging flames.

As the golden sword that cleaved the heavens and earth fell, it collided with a Thousand Star Gourd. The clash of metal produced a thunderous roar that reverberated for thousands of miles.

The battle here was so astonishing that the mirage dragon had long since trembled with fear and hid in the sea of ​​clouds, leaving only the three-headed, six-armed boy looking into the distance with suspicion.

Looking at the magical treasures blocking her way, Lingluo felt reassured, and a mocking look appeared on her face: "Hey, you short tree stump, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them to me. If you can hurt me even a little bit today, I'll be your slave."

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes nearly spit fire. He gripped the Crimson Flame Spear tightly, and as the crimson flames wrapped around his body swayed, he transformed into a streak of light and soared upwards. The fire-tipped spear in his hand danced with endless flames, and as the Great Dao of Fire manifested, a blazing sun took shape in the sky.

In an instant, raging flames engulfed the heavens and the earth, and the blazing sun stretched across the eight directions. That blazing sun, containing boundless ferocity, crashed down, and within the blazing sun, the boy was unleashing terrifying supernatural powers.

Looking at the boy she had provoked, Lingluo neither dodged nor avoided him, for a figure in a blue crown and black robe was already close behind her.

Five million miles is but a breath in Jiang Sheng's eyes.

As the majestic sun was about to set, Jiang Sheng raised his hand and the Qingping Sword burst forth with the cry of a crane and the roar of a dragon. The sword's cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and a mottled and boundless sword rainbow, containing the intent of the three calamities and the power to destroy all laws, roared and pierced through the sky.

The next moment, the greatest sound is silent.

The sword rainbow that breaks through all laws collided with the blazing sun, blinding white light enveloping the world, endless streams of fire scattered in all directions, the magnificent sword mechanism spanning the heavens and earth leaving sword marks that were difficult to heal, and the fierce spear power shattered the void, turning into streaks of shadow.

Just as Lingluo had predicted, in front of Jiang Sheng, this boy could not use his supernatural powers of three heads and six arms, or even his ability to transform heaven and earth, to no avail.

Penglai Lingyuan, the contemporary leader of the Xuanmen!

This title wasn't something Jiang Sheng or Peng Lai made up; it was earned by Jiang Sheng through countless battles.

In an instant, a figure in black robes swept through the air, and a crane-feathered robe fluttered gracefully. Jiang Sheng, wearing a jade crown adorned with stars and dressed in black robes with cloud and crane designs, appeared leisurely before Lingluo.

To Lingluo's surprise, Jiang Sheng frowned as he gazed at the figure amidst the collapsing scorching sun, his voice tinged with a hint of astonishment: "Duobao?!"

The three-headed, six-armed boy stared in astonishment at Jiang Sheng's sudden appearance for a long while:

"Ok?"

"After the war in Panfeng Realm ended, I had no intention of staying in the Three Realms."

"It is certainly enjoyable to preach and discuss the Dao in your Little Penglai, but it is not my intention to always eat and drink for free."

"So I simply left the Three Realms to travel the vast world and seek my own opportunity to attain enlightenment."

"Later, I arrived in the Nine Provinces Realm, but the Xuanmen sects there were too impolite and looked down on us rogue cultivators. In a fit of anger, I simply left the Nine Provinces Realm and went to the sea, but unexpectedly, I made a good brother there."

In the Realm of the Untrue, the former Master Duobao, now the True Lord Duobao, rambled on about his experiences over the years. Jiang Sheng listened quietly, occasionally asking about the details.

From Duobao's words, Jiang Sheng learned that for the past few hundred years, Duobao had been in the Nine Provinces Realm, drinking and discussing the Dao with his newly acquainted good brother. The mirage dragon in this Realm of Non-Reality was actually raised by Duobao's good brother.

However, Duobao's good brother is not in good condition, so the Mirage Dragon has remained in this Realm of Non-Reality.

No one expected that the Realm of Non-True, which had concealed all traces and should have been undetectable by anyone, would have two groups of people breaking in one after another. Duobao was entrusted by his brother to come and take a look, and as soon as he entered, Duobao saw Lingluo and then subconsciously took action.

After Duobao finished explaining the situation, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Lingluo and said, "It was my recklessness that led me to fail to ascertain your background. I apologize to the princess."

Lingluo laughed and said, "It's alright, it's alright. Since he is Lingyuan's friend, he is also my friend. It is my honor to know a genius like Duobao Zhenjun who is comparable to Daoist Lingyuan. As the saying goes, no fight, no friendship."

After the two talked things out, the atmosphere eased considerably.

After hearing Duobao's story, Jiang Sheng asked suspiciously, "Duobao, what is the background of that good brother you know?"

Duobao laughed and said, "Lingyuan, I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, he's definitely not on the same side as the three Dao Sects of the Nine Provinces Realm."

"It could even be said that he hid on an overseas island to escape the pursuit of the Qiankun Dao Sect and their followers."

"And he, he used to be a prominent figure, but now he's fallen on hard times. But his talent and vision are absolutely extraordinary. He is a truly upright and honorable man."

As he spoke, Duobao said solemnly, "He was once the chosen one of destiny in the Nine Provinces Realm, sweeping across the Three Domains with overwhelming power, killing countless evildoers. His name is Mo Wenxin." (End of this chapter)