Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 867 The Eight Great Divine Curses of the Dao Palace
In the distance, Mo Xuanyu watched Liu Zaixian's actions with a burning hatred, but he ultimately chose not to show himself.

Because at this time he was all alone, if he showed himself, he would likely be besieged by the six families of Qingli.

Of course, he did not suspect that Liu Zaixian had destroyed his grand formation and blood pool. He had been here for ten years and naturally knew Liu Zaixian. Liu Zaixian was not a meddlesome person, nor was he a reckless person. If Liu Zaixian had discovered his grand formation and blood pool, he would never have brought a group of Qi Refining cultivators to cause damage. He would have sought help from the Qingli Six Families immediately.

Besides Liu Zaixian, who else could possibly destroy his grand formation and blood pool?

Mo Xuanyu concealed his figure, a dark glint in his eyes.

"Zhang Mo!"

"It must be him!"

He didn't suspect Xuanzhen because Xuanzhen had been with him for over thirty years, and Xuanzhen was controlled by the Myriad Ghosts Blood Jade, so he had no ability to destroy the Yin Sha Blood Sha Formation, let alone get close to the Myriad Ghosts Blood Jade.

On the contrary, Zhang Mo has such abilities. Zhang Mo also has the Yin Sha Blood Sha Formation, the Myriad Ghosts Blood Jade, and the Blood Pool. Moreover, his understanding of the Yin Sha Blood Sha Formation and the Myriad Ghosts Blood Jade is even deeper than Mo Xuanyu's.

If Zhang Mo wanted to destroy Mo Xuanyu's grand formation and blood pool, it would be an absolute breeze.

In addition, Zhang Mo had just visited not long ago and had an argument with Mo Xuanyu.

The reason for their argument was simple: Zhang Mo wanted Mo Xuanyu to cooperate with him in controlling the six families of Qingli.

Mo Xuanyu was naturally unwilling to accept this. He was the one who first set his sights on the Qingli Six Families. He had already set up the Yin Sha Blood Sha Formation there and had made preparations for his next plan.

Seeing that he was about to implement his plan, he naturally did not want Zhang Mo to interfere at this time.

Therefore, he rejected Zhang Mo, and Zhang Mo was very dissatisfied with him.

At this moment, Mo Xuanyu had reason to suspect that Zhang Mo had destroyed his grand formation and blood pool.

"Damn it, Zhang Mo, I must extract your soul and turn it into a lamp wick!" Mo Xuanyu muttered fiercely.

Unfortunately, he could only think about it. Right now, he couldn't do anything to Zhang Mo. On the contrary, he had to be careful not to be caught by Zhang Mo.

Because he lost the core of the Myriad Ghosts Blood Jade and the Yin Fiend Blood Array, he could no longer explain himself to the Yin Ghost Division and had no choice but to betray it.

At this moment, Mo Xuanyu was in a very difficult situation. Apart from his own cultivation and the supplies he carried with him, he had lost almost everything.

He lost his identity as the Blood Pool Steward of the Yin Ghost Division, lost his Yin Soldiers and Blood Puppets, and lost the Resurrection Formation and Blood Pool.

The difficult situation caused Mo Xuanyu's resentment to erupt like a volcano.

But in the end, he suppressed his resentment and silently left Lotus Heart Valley.

His reason told him that what he needed to do now was not to seek revenge on Zhang Mo, nor to do anything else, but to find a safe place to protect himself first.

Mo Xuanyu left, and Liu Zaixian's side also received reinforcements. In addition to the six families of Qingli, each family sent a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, they were destined to find nothing; they could only clean up the remaining blood plasma and dispel the dense Yin energy.

……

A few days later.

East of the Qingli Dynasty lies Cangya Gorge.

The gorge is thousands of feet deep, splitting the earth and swallowing the clouds. The cliffs on both sides are like works of art, cast in iron and carved by a knife and axe. Several waterfalls hang from the green moss, like silver ribbons hanging from the sky. At the bottom of the valley, the rapids rush and the strange rocks grind their teeth. The waves crash against the walls and make thunderous noises. White mist rises and reaches the sky.

Looking up at the dome, a sliver of blue sunlight peeks through, while layers of clouds and valleys resemble a giant dragon lying in wait.

Deep within the canyon, intertwined vines stretched out, where three massive white bone pillars, each over ten feet tall, also stood.

Hundreds of figures were busy at the edge of the blood pool beneath the giant white bone pillar. They carried corpses and threw them into the blood pool, and then emerged from the blood pool with figures whose eyes were bloodshot.

There are also caves on the mountain walls surrounding the blood pool, and those caves are filled with blood puppets that exude a bloodthirsty aura.

Zhang Mo stood on the platform atop the cliff, looking down at the blood pool below, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

His silver hair fell to his shoulders, unbound yet not disheveled, with a few strands of frost fluttering in the mountain breeze; his face was ruddy as cinnabar, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes like etched clouds, and his eyes shone brightly as if containing stars. He wore a plain silk robe with wide sleeves, the cuffs embroidered with a few pine patterns, and a green jade pendant hung at his waist, the cord of which was wrapped with old vines.

In his left hand he held a slightly worn whisk with a jade tassel curled at the end, and in his right hand he held a purple bamboo staff with a warm, lustrous patina on the tip. As his clothes fluttered, the dark pattern on his lapel, depicting a crane flapping its wings, was faintly visible.

Though her temples are streaked with frost, she exudes a natural elegance, as if clouds and mist have taken form, and grass and trees are in springtime.

Compared to Mo Xuanyu, who hid in a dark cave all day, Zhang Mo was more like an enlightened cultivator.

He possessed an extraordinary aura and a calm demeanor, unlike a Blood Pool steward who crafted Yin Soldiers and Blood Puppets; he seemed more like an elder from a major immortal cultivation sect.

Mo Xuanyu is far inferior to him.

It's not just about appearance or strength, but also the difference in the number of ghost soldiers and blood puppets under their command.

In fact, Zhang Mo never intended to deal with Mo Xuanyu. Although Mo Xuanyu was very ungrateful, he was not worth the trouble.

His original intention was simply to join forces with Mo Xuanyu to deal with the six families of Qingli. Since Mo Xuanyu was unwilling, he could go it alone without having to worry about Mo Xuanyu's attitude.

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Xuanyu's blood pool was located in Lotus Heart Valley, making things convenient, he would never have sought cooperation with Mo Xuanyu.

"My lord, news has come from Lotus Heart Valley!"

At this moment, a Foundation Establishment Yin Soldier came up behind Zhang Mo and reported.

"what news?"

"It seems that Steward Mo's grand formation has been destroyed!"

Zhang Mo frowned slightly. "Destroyed? What do you mean?"

"Now the grand formation and the blood pool are in the hands of the Qingli Six Families, who are cleaning up the remaining formations and blood plasma! Steward Mo has also gone missing!"

Zhang Mo's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Was Mo Xuanyu discovered by the six families of Qingli?"

He wasn't worried about Mo Xuanyu; he was afraid that Mo Xuanyu's exposure would affect his plan to infiltrate the Qingli Dynasty.

"We don't know yet!"

"Investigate this! We must find out what happened!"

"Yes!"

The ghost soldiers retreated, and Zhang Mo frowned. Although he was still unclear about Mo Xuanyu's situation, it would definitely affect his plans.

The exposure of Mo Xuanyu's blood pool and the great formation will definitely make the six families of Qingli wary.

He had originally planned to take action within the next year or two, but had to postpone it.

Although his power far surpassed that of Mo Xuanyu, the six families of Qingli were not to be underestimated. The six families had a total of more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators, and several of them were in the late Foundation Establishment stage, so their strength might even be above his.

Therefore, he must be extremely cautious when dealing with the six families of Qingli, lest he be caught off guard and suffer a setback.

"This useless piece of trash!" Zhang Mo cursed Mo Xuanyu inwardly.

On the mountain peaks in the northern part of the land of spiritual origin.

Yang Zhengshan and Xuanzhen were unaware that Mo Xuanyu had pinned this debt on Zhang Mo, nor were they aware that Zhang Mo was scolding Mo Xuanyu.

After five days of refining, Yang Zhengshan finally dispelled Mo Xuanyu's divine soul power within the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade and infused it with his own divine soul power.

After refining the Myriad Ghost Blood Jade, Yang Zhengshan felt even more disgusted with it.

Because the energy contained in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Blood Jade is all Yin spirits and blood evil, it not only does not benefit him in the slightest, but also erodes his soul from time to time. If this goes on for a long time, he may be affected by this thing.

The Blood Jade of Ten Thousand Ghosts contains numerous Yin Soul Restrictions, numbering in the hundreds, though most appear to have lost their effectiveness. Only two Divine Soul Restrictions remain in effect.

"It's already been refined. What should we do next?" Yang Zhengshan asked Xuanzhen in the distance via telepathy.

“Just remove the restrictions on it!” Xuanzhen replied.

Yang Zhengshan sensed the two restrictions within the inner blood jade, but not knowing which one was Xuanzhen, he simply erased them both.

As for who the other person is, we can only say that he is a relatively lucky person.

Erasing the restriction was easy. Yang Zhengshan controlled the blood jade to peel the restriction out of it. After the restriction was separated from the blood jade, it quickly dissipated on its own.

Just as Yang Zhengshan was removing the restriction from the Blood Jade, in a hidden cave in the Cloud Sky Mountains...

The ghost woman, who was cultivating, suddenly opened her eyes. The environment in the cave was dark, but the ghost woman's eyes were incredibly bright.

"My soul-binding restriction has been lifted? Haha~~"

She laughed wildly, her laughter echoing through the narrow cave.

After escaping the ancient formation, she discovered that Mo Xuanyu had not punished her soul restriction in any way, so she took a chance and hid in the Cloud Mountain Range.

Her thinking was simple: she had obtained the "Mysterious Yin Soul Silence Scripture" and the "Three Yin Weaving Net" cultivation techniques, which meant she had a bright future. Why should she continue to follow Mo Xuanyu and cause trouble everywhere? She should just find a place to improve her cultivation to the Foundation Establishment stage.

So she hid in the mountains for ten years. During those ten years, Mo Xuanyu was busy setting up the Yin Sha Blood Sha Formation and didn't have time to pay attention to her. After all, she was just a Qi Refining cultivator, not a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so Mo Xuanyu didn't care much about her.

When Yang Zhengshan removed Xuanzhen's soul restriction, he also removed hers, thus giving her freedom.

"Hahaha~~~ I can establish my foundation now! Haha~~"

The ghost woman's unrestrained laughter echoed through the cave.

On the other side, Xuanzhen also felt his soul lighten, as if an invisible shackle had disappeared.

Xuanzhen relaxed as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

His feelings at this moment were not much different from those of the ghost woman. No one wants to be controlled by others, and even less does anyone want to have something that can destroy their soul at any time.

However, he was more reserved in his emotions; even if he was happy, he wouldn't show it.

After more than thirty years of forbearance, he has finally regained his freedom.

Xuanzhen approached Yang Zhengshan and said with a solemn expression, "Thank you!"

Yang Zhengshan noticed his unusual behavior, but casually said, "We're all old friends, no need for such formalities!"

"Haha~~" Xuanzhen burst into laughter.

Yang Zhengshan's words, "old friend," stirred his heart once again.

The word "friendship" sometimes seems worthless; it seems to be something meant for betrayal.

But sometimes these things seem incredibly precious, just like Xuanzhen now, who feels that his old friend Yang Zhengshan is more precious than anything he has ever seen.

"Hey, what are you planning to do with this thing?"

Yang Zhengshan withdrew his divine soul power from the blood jade and handed it to Xuanzhen. He was really curious about how Xuanzhen would handle this piece of Ten Thousand Ghosts Blood Jade.

Xuanzhen reached out and grabbed the Myriad Ghost Blood Jade directly. However, his hand was covered with a layer of crystal-clear white light. After the Myriad Ghost Blood Jade was in his hand, the bloody aura that it originally emitted was immediately sealed in the blood jade, and no longer leaked out a trace.

"Aren't you curious about my great opportunity? Haha, today I'll show you the greatest immortal opportunity my Dao Palace has ever had!"

He spoke loudly, then sat cross-legged on the rocks and placed the blood jade in front of him.

"Heaven and earth are natural, impurities disperse, the cave is mysterious and vast, the bright and clear primordial energy, the mighty gods of the eight directions, make me natural, the spirit treasure talisman commands, universally proclaim to the nine heavens, Qianluo Dana, Donggang Taixuan, slay demons and bind evil, save countless people..."

The sound was like an ancient bell sinking into the abyss, with only the buzzing of the incantation echoing between heaven and earth.

Yang Zhengshan felt a tremor in his soul.
Then, golden runes emerged from Xuanzhen's mouth, swirling around him before exploding into specks of light, like shattered stars.

Immediately afterwards, a golden Dharma wheel materialized behind him, its radiance causing patterns to appear on stubborn rocks and old trees to sprout new branches.

With a final shout of "Hurry!", the Dharma Wheel condensed on the sword finger, pointing towards the Myriad Ghosts Blood Jade in front of him.

In an instant, the lingering resonance between his fingers still resonated, and golden fluorescence formed a ring around Xuanzhen's feet, as if heaven and earth were listening respectfully and all impurities were dispelled.

The blood-fiend aura on the blood jade melted away like ice and snow, turning into wisps of green smoke.

Yang Zhengshan watched as wisps of green smoke rose, then entered Xuanzhen's nostrils and disappeared without a trace.

Xuanzhen did not stop. He threw the purified blood jade to Yang Zhengshan, then flew up and the incantation rang out again in the heavens and earth, sounding like rolling thunder crushing the sea of ​​clouds.

The golden Dharma wheel condensed once more, its radiance illuminating the distant mountains, making the misty air clear and bright, the old leaves of the nearby trees shed their new green, and even the moss in the cracks of the rocks shimmered with a glassy luster.

The Falun crashed down into the sky, and from the split clouds, thousands of golden rays shone down, making the Taoist appear as if he were on a divine altar, his robes billowing as if he were ascending to heaven.

Yang Zhengshan was stunned!
What is this ghost?

Did the old Taoist priest become an immortal?
Becoming an immortal is naturally impossible. As thousands of golden rays descended, the three giant white bone pillars in the distance, emanating a sinister aura, cracked with a series of sharp, cracking sounds.

The Yin energy dissipated, the giant white bone pillar collapsed, and wisps of green smoke drifted towards Xuanzhen.

Xuanzhen opened his mouth and inhaled forcefully, instantly drawing all the green smoke into his stomach.

Yang Zhengshan frowned slightly as he gazed at Xuanzhen and noticed that Xuanzhen's aura had become much stronger. It seemed that his cultivation had increased significantly in an instant.

"How was it?" Xuanzhen returned through the air and asked with a smile.

"what is this?"

"The Purifying Heaven and Earth Divine Incantation, one of the Eight Great Divine Incantations of the Dao Palace, can purify the Yin and Blood Qi, and can save countless people, countless ghosts, and pardon countless ghosts!"

Yang Zhengshan's eyes widened slightly; this so-called divine incantation sounded quite powerful.

and many more?

Is this the legacy of the Dao Palace?
Doesn't the Dao Palace only have the "Soaring Myriad Phenomena Method"?

Oh, this old Taoist priest is indeed cunning; he actually had a trick up his sleeve!
(End of this chapter)