Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 509: Vitality and Creation

A small mountain area and a blue sky peak.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the strange sign in the distance, which disappeared after about a quarter of an hour. A relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Thirty years ago, she had a face-to-face meeting with Junior Brother Xu and passed on some experience in breakthrough of the Dao.

She was sure that it was Xu Yuanchang who made the big noise.

The boy's practice of the magical power of creation, when he comprehended it to a high level, could cause resonance between heaven and earth.

So far, there has been no news of Li Dan.

She, Lao Lin and Xia Kuzhi joined forces and were not afraid of revenge from those guys. She wanted to find Li Dan in advance and learn more about the major events outside the Nine Heavens.

The Taoist priest has made it clear that they and Li Dan's gang must work together to overcome the difficulties.

If it wasn't related to whether she could successfully ascend to the fairyland, she would kill that foul-mouthed and annoying beast every time she saw it.

Since Junior-Martial-Nephew Xu is on the verge of a breakthrough, while there is still more than a hundred years left, she wants to invite Lao Lin and Xia Kuzhi, who has already advanced to the ninth level of cultivation, to take a trip to the upper three days of the Sinking and Floating Domain. Perhaps they can find some rare materials to enhance the power of the treasure.

By the way, you can take a look outside the Nine Heavens, maybe you can find some clues so that you will have time to make more preparations.

As he thought about this, his figure disappeared over the top of the mountain.

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Dongyou Region, Dongyuan Mountain.

Meng Lang, dressed in a black Taoist robe, took a look at the strange vision coming from the void, and strange shadows suddenly appeared and disappeared around him.

He couldn't look any longer, trapped by heaven and earth, the whole world was an illusion.

I don’t know when he will be able to see through the “heavenly illusion” and free himself from the predicament?

Lin Yuanze, who was wearing a green Taoist robe, leisurely tasted the spiritual tea and said casually, "Boss, you have nothing to do all day, how about I accompany you for a walk and relax."

Meng Lang didn't even bother to look at his old friend who was not serious. He pointed out the problem directly: "By the way, go to the ancient battlefield of the sixth layer of the Sinking and Floating Domain to explore the dangers and search for treasures, right?"

Lin Yuan put down the teacup and grinned: "Boss, you understand me. It is not as safe and prestigious to go out with other cultivators of the sect as it is to go out with you. In my humble opinion, since you are trapped in the world, you should go out into the world to break through the "heart barrier". Blindly practicing and contemplating is tantamount to tying yourself up in a cocoon."

In order to persuade the boss to go out, he used all his words and made all sorts of lobbying attempts.

Meng Lang closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. All the strange illusions disappeared. He ignored the eager look on the other side and said, "Two girls came to the mountain gate. They claimed to be Xu Yuanchang's disciples and came with a letter to see me."

He said one word to the mountain gate: "Accurate!"

Lin Yuan glanced in the direction of the mountain gate, too lazy to move his butt. He thought that this little guy from the sixth floor was not worth his hassle to run to greet him. He said, "It's a flourishing scene. In less than a thousand years, seven eighth-floor monks have emerged like bamboo shoots sprouting out of the ground in spring. Now we have to see when a top-notch ninth-floor master will emerge."

Their group of ascended monks had once been extremely glorious and established the Dingxiantai, which attracted widespread attention from all forces in the seven realms of the upper realm.

Within a thousand years, ten masters of the Eighth Floor Tower emerged one after another, and Boss Meng was one of them.

Unfortunately, a big tree attracts the wind, and its roots are shallow. When disaster strikes, it collapses and eventually falls apart.

He couldn't help but think of how he had been trapped on the top of the Eight-story Tower for more than two thousand years.

I tried everything but still couldn't get in. It's difficult.

He was filled with sorrow and sighed heavily.

Meng Lang ignored his old friend's usual tantrums and said, "Xu Yuanchang and Yu Fengwu are almost there."

He glanced again at the gradually fading strange phenomenon in the void. To ordinary cultivators, it was just a rumbling thunder. Only a ninth-level master could see through the "extraordinary" in it.

Lin Yuan stood up suddenly as if he had been stabbed in the buttocks by a needle, with a look of disbelief on his face, and said: "No matter how talented they are, it is impossible for them to condense their essence and transform into Dao successfully in such a short time, right?"

It takes time to cultivate the mind and cultivate oneself, and the opportunity to achieve enlightenment is even more difficult to find.

Meng Lang smiled and refused to argue, saying, "Let's wait and see."

Lin Yuan was very depressed and muttered, "You are becoming more and more weird nowadays. When did you change your career and learn fortune-telling?"

Seeing that Boss Meng was drinking tea calmly and not paying attention to his previous topic, he had to ask directly: "Boss, are you willing to accompany me for a walk? I have been calm for a long time and I am eager to find an opportunity to transform into the Dao."

Meng Lang answered irrelevantly: "Junior Sister He has time."

Lin Yuan was a little annoyed. "I just want you to accompany me to the ancient battlefield for training. If you are a brother, just tell me the truth."

Meng Lang pointed at the empty teacup, waited for the person opposite to fill it with tea, took a sip, and then yelled at the top of his lungs, "You stupid idiot, I can't go out, can't you find a monk from the Eighth Floor of the Ordinary Temple to accompany you? Xu Yuanchang, Yu Fengwu, Gu Yunzhu, Xu Shengtian, Liu Xueli, and the incomprehensible rising star Ye Cai, which one of them doesn't have great luck? You have terrible luck yourself, why don't you find someone with good luck to get some? How else do you want me to explain it to you?"

He spit on his brother's face, then retracted his neck, straightened his clothes, and felt refreshed.

Lin Yuan was very upset. He touched his face and muttered, "There is another Zeng Wanglou. You forgot to mention it."

Meng Lang rolled his eyes and said weakly, "You want to invite an eighth-rank divine alchemist to the ancient battlefield? Aren't you afraid that the ordinary masters will suspect you of having ulterior motives... Don't say you are my brother when you go out. You can't afford to lose face."

"Okay, okay, got it."

Lin Yuan ran out laughing, shouting, "I'll go down the mountain to pick up the two young ladies myself."

After a while, he chatted and laughed with Nie Xiaomeng and Zeng Xiyue, who looked a little reserved. He was the only one who was talking and laughing enthusiastically, while the other two responded with simple phrases such as "yes, right", etc. They flew to the top of the mountain and went around to the courtyard behind the main hall. After entering the courtyard, Lin Yuan led the two into the main hall and introduced them separately.

Nie Xiaomeng bowed and saluted: "Master Xu's disciple, I pay my respects to Master Meng, sorry to disturb his meditation."

She presented the letter written by her master with both hands.

Meng Lang took the envelope, opened it, glanced at a yellowed page of ordinary letter paper, and asked, "How long has your master been away?"

"Reporting to Master Meng, my master has been away for thirty years."

It was the first time that Nie Xiaomeng saw a living powerful person from the Nine-Layered Tower, not to mention a ninth-level grandmaster of illusion. Before her master left, he gave her a letter and asked her to come to the Dongyou Sect to pay a visit to Patriarch Meng.

Zeng Xiyue followed her everywhere, calling it "traveling" to broaden her horizons.

I heard the little girl bragging that she had met Mu Laozu of Lintianmen before.

Meng Lang glanced at the woman who was looking at him secretly. She was beautiful and talented. He said, "Your master asked you to learn illusion from me for a period of time, and comprehend the power of the rules of illusion to improve your cultivation to the seventh level."

He and Xu Yuanchang had only met once, but some people hit it off right away and had similar personalities.

Starting from Taoist Master Yanshan, they are originally family members and there is no need to be polite.

That boy is really not shy.

Nie Xiaomeng looked up in surprise, with an uncontrollable surprise in her eyes.

She had never expected that she would have the good fortune to receive instruction from the ninth-rank grandmaster of illusion and "by the way" improve her cultivation. Her master was such a great honor to her.

Meng Lang ordered: "Yuan Ze, arrange accommodation for the two young guests and take them down to familiarize themselves with the place."

Lin Yuanze accepted the order: "Yes, Senior Brother."

Zeng Xiyue didn't expect that she was also included, so she followed behind happily.

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In the Qiyuntai blessed land, the sky is filled with green annual ring mists and densely distributed root shadows. With the fluctuations of mysterious energy, they swallow up the spiritual energy and essence of plants in the blessed land and provide abundant nutrients to Xu Yuanchang who is sitting cross-legged on the Wuxin Platform.

At this time, the branches and leaves on the Wuxin Platform were dense and the light was jumping, and the dark green roots hanging below were dozens of feet long.

Time passes, year after year.

Xu Yuanchang absorbed the origin of innate merit, and achieved perfection unconsciously by nourishing the wood source with the water source.

There were lightning and thunder in the sky, followed by heavy rain.

Seven or eight out of ten spiritual plants and flowers in the blessed land had lost their vitality, but suddenly they were nourished by the sweet rain and caressed by the mist. The dry land turned green again and grew new buds. The earth shook with a dull roar, and the blessed land was slowly expanding outwards.

Various phantoms are changing in the clouds above, and ghosts and phantoms are appearing strangely.

Vitality and prosperity replace death and extinction, forming a repetitive and complete closed loop in the blessed world.

After experiencing countless baptisms of thunder and rain, and the cycle of spring and autumn, the blessed land has long ceased to expand, and is once again lush and full of vitality. Among the magical herbs, flowers and trees, there are occasionally one or two that are particularly different. They are the survivors of the disaster.

Bees are flying around in swarms, buzzing.

The sun shines gently on the high platform, the branches and leaves gradually fade away, and the hanging roots shrink.

Xu Yuanchang's figure appeared, and the years returned to silence. He slowly opened his eyes, with joy, emotion, regret and relief, which finally turned into a long laugh.

"Once you realize your true self, there is no mountain that is too far to travel!"

He stood up gracefully. He had the power of creating this small world and could borrow the power of nature through the altar.

He summoned his clone to ask about it and learned that his current retreat had taken him nearly fifty years, and that his departure would be just the time when Gu Yunzhu and Ye Cai would return from their retreat in the ghost world.

Glancing at the space in the Fantasy Fairy Ring, the Fire Spirit was sleeping soundly with his arms and legs spread out on the altar that was glowing with light.

After taking out the Heaven-Suppressing Stele, Gu Du was still suppressed and unable to move.

Xu Yuanchang's heart moved, and he used his ninth-level cultivation to refine the bronze tablet again. As the body of the tablet trembled and broke through the size of ten feet, rays of light shone brightly, and mysterious runes flowed like a waterfall.

For a full quarter of an hour, the fifty-meter-high bronze monument stood on the top of the mountain, and countless mysteries emerged.

Xu Yuanchang comprehended it carefully and a smile appeared on his lips. This treasure was too powerful. He had mastered a new secret technique.

The space inside the bronze stele expanded several times. He casually sketched the word "Zhen Shen" on the stele and increased the number of forbidden mountains suppressing Gu Du to twenty-seven before stopping.

When I have free time, I will take good care of Gudu.

Keeping it is always a hidden danger.

He is now capable of dealing with the troubles left behind by his master.

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(End of this chapter)