Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 472: Divine Decline
Flying up from the Wuxin Terrace, Xu Yuanchang overlooked the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers that spread out like a painting scroll.

He has never been able to understand why the masters of his master's generation, when they caught the evildoers, did not kill them directly, but preferred to find a place to suppress them?
Don’t want to be involved in the karma of killing?
In order to leave merit for his disciple and get a share of the pie?

Although he had studied Buddhist doctrines, he was already a Taoist and would not believe in any bullshit like laying down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha instantly.

He would not even believe that his master was trying to give the suppressed old guys a glimmer of hope.

After touring the empty and undisturbed blessed land, Xu Yuanchang returned to the Wuxin Platform and practiced for more than a month. He repaired the broken Fantasy Glass Mirror and absorbed three strands of things invisible to the naked eye from the Creation Platform. They were the original substances that he collected with the Creation Divine Light and were scattered in the Fantasy Glass Mirror space, as well as the cold crystal light that he expelled from his body.

It took more than a month to refine it.

What remains is the original essence of the ninth-level master's transformation.

Xu Yuanchang narrowed his eyes and looked at the three different origins carefully. He instinctively felt that the blue-gray energy in the middle was of the wood element, while the purple-gray contained the power of the gods. He absorbed that invisible wood element origin into his body.

He used two jade bottles to collect the other two extremely rare and precious origins, sealed them and put them away.

If he did not have the Altar of Creation, he would have no way of collecting and refining the original power that his opponent used to attack him, because in a short period of time, the original power that did not hit the target would disappear into the air on its own and return to the heaven and earth.

Trying to imprison someone with magic power or formations is nothing but a foolish dream.

The Wuxin Platform hovers slowly with the heaven and earth, and different energies in the air converge to form mysterious fluctuations.

Taoist Xu had turned into a small sapling at some point, lonely and silent, with two tender leaves as green as jade, flowing with a hint of vitality, swaying slightly in the breeze.

The furry fire spirit blinked its dark green and red eyes, huddled in a corner of the platform, yawned, and fell into a deep sleep.

The little guy likes to sleep on the Wuxin Platform the most. He sleeps more soundly and peacefully than on the Creation Platform.

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Time flies, years pass.

Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

After seeing his master off to the immortal world, the young monk Kongkong sat in meditation in Baozhou Temple for another ten years.

On a spring morning with slanting rain and breeze, Kong Kong, wearing a gray monk's robe and Buddhist beads, stepped out of the mountain gate, clasped his hands together and bowed to Baozhou Temple, then turned and walked towards the muddy mountain road. He wanted to visit all the 1,800 temples in the surrounding mountain area.

Listen to the morning bells and evening drums, and bathe in the incense and Buddha's light.

The monk is empty, the cold bug is empty, the monster is empty, everything is empty.

When he finds his "self" again, it will be the time when he completes his merits and advances to the eighth level of Buddhahood.

……

Take a leisurely look at the valley of hundreds of trees.

Liu Xianfeng grabbed the black cat's ears and scolded it, "I asked you to look after the house, but you sleep in all the time. The flowers and plants in the garden have been ruined. Can't you see? If I don't catch the troublemaker girl today, you won't be allowed to sleep for a year."

Black Cat glanced at the four smiling women behind him and nodded quickly.

As soon as the hand on the back of its neck was released, the black cat jumped out of Bailin Valley and disappeared underground without a trace.

It just doesn't talk, but it's not a stupid tiger.

That little girl is the most favored one in the world, and it can't afford to offend her.

In the main hall of Qingping Hall, a little girl with pigtails was climbing on a stool and putting a colorful wreath on the head of Zeng Wanglou, who was smiling and looking kind. She also wore one on her own head.

"Grandpa, when Lady Liu comes looking for you later, you can't say that it was Xiyue who picked the flowers."

"No, Grandpa picked them himself."

"Today I accidentally knocked over my mother's box of rouge powder."

"Just say it was Lazy Tiger who knocked it over."

Zeng Wanglou found someone to take the blame, who was just the right size and length to take the blame, and who didn't talk back.

He had waited so long for a descendant of his bloodline, and he held him in his hands for fear of dropping him. He treasured him to the extreme. Little Xiyue had just turned eight years old, and had been learning martial arts for less than three months when he was directly promoted to the second level. He then flew all over the sect, causing trouble everywhere.

That little mouth is as sweet as honey and she is very eloquent.

In order to please the old ancestor, Qingping Hall became a safe haven for the little girl.

"My father asked me to recite a passage before dark. If I didn't, I wouldn't be allowed to go to bed."

"If he dares to come, Grandpa will punish him by making him recite three volumes of books."

An old man and a young boy were having a childish conversation, and the faint voices of Meng Yiyi and Liu Xianfeng could be heard outside the hall.

The little girl swiftly hid behind the chair and peeked outside. She had very sharp ears.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

Meng Yiyi nursed for several years to make up for the lost vitality. After paying respects to the old ancestor who was sitting upright, she smiled at the little girl who had shrunk back and hidden herself, "Xiyue, mother will take you to Tianxing Mountain for fun. There are beautiful spring flowers blooming all over the mountain, and there are bees, butterflies and so on."

"You lied. Lady Liu is hiding outside and wants to capture me and take me back to compensate her for the flowers and plants."

"Your father once told you that a man should take responsibility for his actions. Since you picked Lady Liu's flowers, shouldn't you pick some to compensate her? You can't just hide in your great-grandfather's house all your life and never go out to play, right?"

"…Then don't hit the child!"

"Do not hit."

Meng Yi was overwhelmed, but she maintained a motherly smile on her face.

This naughty child is too naughty. She thought that if she pinched him hard a few times, it shouldn’t be considered as beating the child... right?

The little girl couldn't resist the temptation to go out and play. After hesitating for a few breaths, she pulled the old ancestor and begged, "Grandpa, please come play with me. I want to catch butterflies."

Zeng Wanglou agreed with a laugh, stood up, adjusted the crooked wreath with his hand, and walked outside with the little girl in his hand.

He used his eyes to tell Meng Yiyi, who had a helpless look on his face, that he would teach the child a lesson behind closed doors at night.

Let him play during the day, give him face and don't be too demanding.

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Qiyuntai is a blessed place, on the platform of enlightenment.

A large green tree with lush branches and leaves stretches out in the wind, and the collision of leaves makes a pleasant sound.

Rays of light appeared and flickered like silk threads, and there was a colorful mist floating in the air.

Suddenly, countless phantoms changed, including vendors, customers, children, and old men. Then a street scene appeared on the platform, with shops lined up one after another, people coming and going on the streets, it was bustling and noisy, and full of the flavor of life.

A Taoist priest carrying a bamboo basket on his back was walking from a distance, followed by a black cat with smooth fur.

"To respond to existence with nothing, one must find out its reason. To receive reality with emptiness, one must find out its limits."

The Taoist priest suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, and chanted. The bustling streets receded like the tide, even the black cat disappeared without a trace, and the lush trees before were gone. Only Xu Yuanchang, dressed in a green Taoist robe, looked up at the sky.

"Life goes on like a dream."

Xu Yuanchang stroked the fluffy fire spirit that appeared on his shoulder. He absorbed the invisible wood element essence that was refined by the Creation Divine Platform. He gained a lot. His cultivation improved greatly and he deepened his understanding of the ways of emptiness, tranquility and illusion.

He experienced most of the life of a towering tree, but it was all real and unreal, just like a passing cloud.

I have comprehended a magical power of Qingmu, and there is also a perception of wood that needs to be digested.

He put away the fire spirit, and his figure flashed, transforming into a burly man. He made a hand gesture and a golden light flashed. He returned to the familiar Fangcun Mountain Area, then turned to Lintian City, took the cross-border teleportation array, and returned to the Shenmu Ancient City.

Xu Yuanchang was not in a hurry to Jingmu Cliff. He found an inn in the ancient city of Xuyu and stayed there for a while.

He always came and went in a hurry, but this time he wanted to stop and get familiar with the customs and culture of the ancient city.

Walk around and taste the special tea, wine, and delicacies of Shangyu.

After questioning, we learned that he had been in seclusion for thirty years. Calculating the time, the threat posed to him by the few guys suppressed in the Void Ruins, even if they were still alive, was reduced to the lowest level.

In addition to cultivators and demon cultivators of level seven and above, there are also many cultivators of level four to six living in the ancient city. They are all brought here by sect or family elders using space treasures, and work as shop assistants, waiters, and other professions, earning generous rewards, or working for sect shops.

After relaxing for seven days, Xu Yuanchang went southeast alone.

He rushed to the unique Jingmu Cliff, quietly entered the cave, and crashed into the stone wall barrier.

Xu Yuanchang immediately sensed the cold and gloomy atmosphere in the ruins. It was not as strong as last time, but the spiritual energy had also increased. His spiritual sense could explore thirty to fifty miles away, but it was still dark everywhere.

He walked forward leisurely without encountering any sneak attacks or interference from the roots.

When he was close enough to see the huge withered ancient tree clearly, Xu Yuanchang stopped to observe.

The Heaven-Suppressing Monument was tilted and half exposed above the ground, covered with dry roots and branches. He could not detect any sign of life in the ancient tree. The few old guys who were suppressed and affected by the magical power of time seemed to be dead.

Walk to the front of the Zhentian Monument and burn the withered branches and roots with fire.

Shrink the bronze tablet and examine it in your hand.

One of the nine forbidden mountains in the bronze tablet space melted away, and Gu Du was squeezed in a corner in a rather embarrassing situation. It was a narrow place for him to live, and he continued to fight against the ban.

Xu Yuanchang ignored Gu Du who looked up after noticing his peeping. He stretched out his hand and wrote two groups of words, "suppress the demon" and "suppress the soul" on the surface of the bronze tablet. After making all the preparations, he held up the bronze tablet, with golden light flowing on his body, phantom armor emerging, shining brightly, and walked to the front of the ancient tree with a bark at least two hundred feet thick and a cold glow like green glass.

He went around to the crack on the side and walked straight in.

The jade-like tree wall had irregular hollows inside, about thirty feet in radius. The ground was gray and scattered with broken materials.

In the tree hole space from bottom to top, there are seven withered mummies embedded in the sunken tree pits, five of which look fresh. Above them is a diamond-shaped jade-yellow gem the size of a date, emitting a flickering mysterious halo.

"Boundary Stone Fragment!"

Xu Yuanchang recognized the gem at a glance. It was exactly the rare treasure he needed.

He tried to reach out and grab it, but the fragment of the boundary stone shook and was bound in the air by an invisible restraint.

He flew up carefully, unaware of the danger.

He carefully checked each mummy, and found that they were all deader than dead, with no remaining soul. He flew to the fragments of the boundary stone and used his stick sword to slash at the invisible restraints. "Swish", the restraints were broken.

Several crystal rays shot out like lightning, and with a few "puff" sounds, they cut the stunned Xu Yuanchang into pieces, breaking them into countless broken limbs and pieces.

It attacked from top to bottom three times, and it took a full cup of tea to dissipate.

A sword light suddenly appeared, "ding", and hit the fragment of the boundary stone that had lost its restraints, and pushed it flying downwards.

Xu Yuanchang appeared outside the crack of the ancient tree, wrapped the fragments of the boundary stone with his magic power, and threw them directly onto the Altar of Creation. Seeing the Altar of Creation burst out with brilliant bright yellow light and the golden light fluctuated violently, he was delighted, thinking that his hard work was not in vain.

Walking into the tree hole again, the several mummies above had exploded.

A few old guys are still plotting against him after they die.

I don't know how, but I can attach the original power to the fragments of the boundary stone and the tree walls. The moment the boundary stone is broken, the attack will be triggered.

Fortunately, he was always cautious and used a clone to explore on his own behalf, and successfully obtained the treasure.

In line with the principle of avoiding waste, he waved his sleeves to roll up the thick dust on the ground, along with the broken materials and treasure fragments, and sent them into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring for storage.

His Creation Altar is not picky about food, and when the time comes, he will throw everything onto the altar to devour and refine it.

"Little Taoist friend, you are really capable."

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded in the tree hole.

Xu Yuanchang's figure flashed and appeared ten miles away from the ancient tree. He stared at the lifeless giant tree and asked, "Daoyou, are you the remnant soul of Qingmu?"

"My little Taoist friend, you guessed correctly. My name is Qing Liu. I was used by your master to suppress seven captured masters. I am still alive today. Your master once promised to outlast them. As the disciple of Taoist Master Yanshan, you will help my remaining soul to enter the netherworld. Whether I can reincarnate is up to fate."

A faint sound floated in the air.

Xu Yuanchang pondered for a moment and said, "My master has already ascended to the immortal world. He did not explain this matter."

Qing Liu said in a leisurely voice, "My little Taoist friend, you have been poisoned by the 'Spiritual Decline' poison that Chi Kai, Ai Dao, and Qi Yu have carefully arranged. Your cultivation will inevitably decline. I can teach you how to break it. How about that as a deal? Perhaps your master had already calculated this, so he didn't tell you about it."

Xu Yuanchang was shocked. He was very careful. How could he be poisoned with the golden light and phantom armor protecting him?

After washing his body with the divine light of creation several times, he suddenly noticed a light gray spot in the middle of his forehead. He touched it with his fingers and it didn't hurt or itch. He clearly remembered that there was no such spot before.

"Okay, I promise to send you into the underworld."

Xu Yuanchang thought about the other party's words and immediately agreed to the deal.

Several former ninth-level masters joined forces to defeat him.

Judging from his master's temperament, he probably wanted him to learn a lesson, learn his lesson, and not get carried away.

"Please go to Longyuan Valley, any continent is fine. I will now show you how to cure the poison of 'God's Decline'. This poison can last for a hundred years and will not break out for three to five years. Don't worry."

After Qing Liu finished speaking, a green jade slip floated out from the ancient tree.

Xu Yuanchang used his flying sword to retrieve the jade slip. After checking it and confirming that there was no problem, he used his spiritual sense to probe into the jade slip and checked it. His brows furrowed slightly. After he learned a secret method of Shintoism, it would take him 20 to 30 years to detoxify.

"Fellow Daoist Qing Liu, can you tell me how I got poisoned?"

"The poison is placed on the surface of your bronze tablet, and as you write, it will enter your body."

Qing Liu gave a brief reminder.

Xu Yuan let out a long sigh. He had been careful enough, but still fell into the trap of those old guys.

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(End of this chapter)