Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"When the Buddha subdued the demon under the Bodhi tree, he also showed a furious look." He said in a deep voice, "Compassion is the heart of Buddha, and protecting all living beings is also the heart of Buddha. Pass the order down, the 72 temples in the Western Desert will open the Sutra Library from now on, and all monks who are willing to fight against demons can come to the temple to study the "Great Sun Tathagata Sutra" and the "Demon Subduing Hand Seal."

A young monk suddenly pushed the door open, his face full of fear: "Master! A group of winged creatures came down the mountain, calling themselves the 'Ancient Feathered Tribe', and they want us to hand over the most fertile 'Peacock Valley' in the Western Desert!"

The abbot of Landuo Temple stood up, his cassock fluttering in the wind, revealing the Vajra robes underneath: "You've come just in time. Brothers, follow me to meet these 'ancient nobles' and let them hear what the Sanskrit sounds of the Western Desert are!"

In the Ice Crystal Hall of the Beiyuan Ice Palace, the cold air condensed into frost, drawing complex ice patterns on the ground. The Ice Palace Master looked at the blood letter in his hand and suddenly crushed it into powder: "Wang family, giant tribe, what do you say?"

The head of the ancient Wang family smiled bitterly: "My Wang family has guarded the extremely cold land of Beiyuan for generations. If we give up the territory, the mausoleum of our ancestors will be exposed to the claws of the ancient creatures. But the strength of the Silver Scale King is indeed above mine."

The chief of the ancient giant clan slammed the table, shaking the icicles on the roof of the palace to fall, "What are you afraid of! My giant clan is born with supernatural power. Even the ancient royal family can be crushed with one punch! Besides--" He looked at the Palace Master of the Ice God Palace, "If your Ice God Palace's 'Mysterious Ice Formation' is fully activated, even if the Quasi-Emperor comes, he will have to retreat. Why are you afraid of him?"

The Ice God Palace Master nodded and looked towards the glacier in the distance: "The terrain of the Northern Plains is difficult to defend and difficult to attack. We only need to defend the three major passes to keep the ancient creatures out. However." She took out a sound transmission jade slip, "I have contacted the Hongjun Patriarch of the Eastern Wasteland. If the war is tight, we will need his thunder power to support us."

The head of the Wang family suddenly remembered something and took out a bronze token from his bosom: "This is the 'Northern Suppression Token' that the Great Emperor of the Ancient Times gave to our clan. It is said that it can summon the ancient fighting spirits deep in the North Plain. Perhaps we can give it a try."

The giant chieftain grinned, revealing his huge yellow teeth: "Alright! Let those bastards see for themselves that the snow in the northern plains is dyed red with the blood of ancient creatures!"

In the martial arts arena of the Nanling War God Temple, the flashes of swords and sabers interweave into a web. The War God Temple Master holds the "Demon Breaking Knife" in his hand, and the blade is still stained with the blood of the demon wolf killed in the morning: "Ancient creatures want our land? Ask the knife in my hand first if it agrees!"

"Palace Master, calm down," the deputy palace master said in a low voice, "The envoy from the Demon King Palace wants to see you, saying that he has something important to discuss."

The Lord of the War God Temple frowned: "Demon Tribe? Haven't they always kept their distance from us? Let them in."

The envoy of the Demon King Palace was a woman dressed in colorful feathers, her gait as light as a butterfly: "Greetings, Palace Master. My Demon King said that the ancient feathered tribe regards all feathered creatures as slaves, and the first to be destroyed after this revival is my demon tribe. Although humans and demons have old grudges, we should now share the same hatred for the enemy."

Before he finished speaking, a barbarian warrior strode in with three ferocious animal heads hanging on his waist: "Master of the War God! My Barbarian Ancient Tribe agrees to form an alliance with you! Back then, the Ancient Barbarians were enslaved by the Witch Tribe, and we wish we could grind them to ashes!"

The War God Temple Master's eyes flickered, and he suddenly laughed loudly, "Okay! Since the demon tribe and the barbarian tribe are willing to join forces, then my War God Temple will take the lead in forming the 'Nanling Anti-Demon Alliance'! Pass the order down, open the teleportation array with Zhongzhou and Donghuang, and exchange information from now on!"

The colorful feathered woman breathed a sigh of relief and took out a jade slip from her bosom: "This is the 'Ancient Feather Clan Weakness Atlas' treasured by the Demon King Palace. I hope the Palace Master will accept it. In addition." She lowered her voice, "According to secret reports, the ancient insect race has sneaked into the underground of Nanling and is digging a tunnel leading to the core area."

The War God Temple Master's face darkened, and he swung the Devil Breaking Knife in his hand, splitting the huge rock in the martial arts arena in half. "Come on! I was just worried about having no place to test my knives, so I'll let these bugs have a taste of how powerful our human race is!"

As night fell, the teleportation arrays in the Big Dipper star field lit up one after another. In front of the teleportation array of the Jiang family in the East Wasteland, Ye Fan was helping his daughter tidy up her clothes. The golden pattern between the little girl's eyebrows was faintly visible in the night, like a little star.

"Big brother, where are we going?" Nannan looked up, holding a newly appeared Dao fruit in her hand, "Are we going to find Grandpa?"

Ye Fan touched her head and looked at the flashing lightning in the teleportation array: "We are going to Zhongzhou, where they need our help. Don't be afraid, Nannan, no matter where you go, big brother will protect you."

The Black Emperor squatted at the edge of the teleportation array and suddenly let out a low growl. It raised its front paws and drew a rune pattern on the ground - that was the "protective pattern" of the Wu Shi Great Emperor, which was specifically used to resist the dangers in the space rift.

At the same time, Jiang Han stood at the highest peak of the East Desert, looking in the direction of the five domains, with a complex look in his eyes. The bronze fragment in his sleeve became hot again, and the word "reincarnation" on the fragment echoed Nannan's Dao fruit, as if foreshadowing the opening of an ancient prophecy.

"We failed to stop the ancient chaos ten thousand years ago," he muttered to himself, "Now that the world has changed, I will make sure these descendants know that the backbone of the human race has never been bent."

As the storm surged, the monks from the five domains set out on their journeys. Some were cleaning the weapons left by their ancestors, some were instructing their families about the afterlife, and some were copying suicide notes. But no matter where they came from, they all had the same light in their eyes - the determination to defend their homeland and the will to fight to the death.

In an unknown mountain village, an old monk was practicing basic sword techniques with a group of children. He looked at the dark clouds in the sky and suddenly said, "Children, remember - the moment you pick up the sword, you are not only protecting this land, but also the unyielding soul of the human race for thousands of years." The mountain wind blew, bringing with it the sound of swords. This sound will eventually converge into a torrent that will change the world, letting the ancient creatures understand: the Big Dipper Star Region will always be the home of the human race.

In the ancient Jiang family's gilded hall, the bronze animal-head incense burner wafted out a faint scent of amber. Jiang Han tapped the jade tea cup with his fingertips, and the amber tea soup rippled slightly. The copper bells on the eaves were blown by the evening breeze, playing a clear and crisp sound in the corridor, but it could not hide the solemn expressions of the people in the hall.

"Om-"

The system prompt sounded like a deep bell and evening drum in the sea of ​​consciousness. Jiang Han's pupils shrank slightly, and the teacup and the table triggered a crisp sound. The four words "Enlightenment Tea Tree" turned into golden runes and flowed on his retina. He clearly felt the ripples in the system core deep in his sea of ​​consciousness. It was a violent fluctuation that he had never experienced since he traveled to this world where martial arts were used to prove the truth.

"Ancestor?" Jiang Taixu's voice brought him back to reality. The current head of the Donghuang Jiang family was wearing a dark-patterned Taoist robe, and the fragment of the Kunlun mirror hanging around his waist was glowing. His worry could not hide the vicissitudes of life in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. The fairy Caiyun standing behind him waved her sleeves lightly, and the star disk on the table suddenly appeared with the shadows of 360 stars. It was the Jiang family's secret "Zhou Tian Deduction Technique".

Jiang Han put down the teacup and tapped the table with his knuckles. A three-dimensional star map of the Big Dipper suddenly appeared on the gilded table. The location of the Immortal Mountain was marked by a blood-red halo, like a black scar deeply embedded in the veins of the star field. "I am going to the Immortal Mountain." His voice was as calm as an ancient well, but it caused the temperature in the hall to drop sharply.

"What?!" The fragments of the Kunlun mirror on Jiang Taixu's waist exploded, and the star map reflected in the mirror was instantly covered with cracks. The wine gourd in Duan De's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the wine splashed on the white marble floor, and bursts of white mist rose up - that was the "Drunken Immortal Dew" he nurtured with thirty dragon caves and spiritual veins.

"Ancestor, do you know why the Immortal Mountain is called the first of the 'Seven Forbidden Zones of Life'?" Jiang Taixu knelt on one knee, pressing his palm on the River Map and Luoshu formation pattern on the ground. "The dark turmoil three million years ago was caused by the death energy that overflowed from there and polluted the entire Eastern Wasteland. When the Void Emperor and the Great Saint Body joined forces to suppress it, they left a warning that 'there is an ancient coffin in the mountain, kowtow once every thousand years'!"

Jiang Han's eyes swept through the hall: Ji Ziyue clenched the corner of her clothes, shock and curiosity flashed in the eyes of this descendant of the Void Emperor; Heihuang squatted on the column base, his tail flapping the ground restlessly, and his canine teeth gnashing; Duan De secretly stuffed three earth-escaping talismans into his sleeves, and his fat face was squeezed into walnut-like wrinkles.

"System task." Jiang Han spoke briefly, his sleeves brushing across the table. A holographic projection of the Enlightenment Tea Tree appeared on the star map. It was the only spiritual object he had been unable to analyze since he traveled through time. Each leaf was filled with the Dao rhyme of the beginning of chaos. Since the system issued the task of "collecting the essence of the Enlightenment Tea Tree", his cultivation had stagnated at the half-step emperor realm, as if the heavens were deliberately blocking him.

"Back then, the Void Emperor went deep into the core of the Immortal Mountain, but he only brought back a dead leaf." When Jiang Taixu looked up, beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead. "That leaf is still enshrined in the Ji family's ancestral temple, and the Dao patterns on it are still evolving. If the ancestor insists on going..." He reached into his arms and took out a bronze talisman engraved with spells, "Please bring the Jiang family's ancestral 'Sealing Heaven Seal', which can temporarily suppress the rules of the restricted area."

When Jiang Han took the talisman, his fingertips touched the three characters "Jiang Hengyu" engraved on the back - that was the real name of the first great emperor who achieved enlightenment in the ancient times. He suddenly remembered that the system had once reminded him that the "great emperor" realm of this world was subtly related to the "law-level" existence of his original universe. Perhaps the enlightenment tea tree was the key to unlocking the barrier between the two worlds.

"I'll be back soon." Before he finished speaking, purple lightning was already lingering around Jiang Han. Ji Ziyue suddenly took a half step forward: "Grandmaster, can you take me--" Before she could finish her words, Hei Huang bit her collar from behind. "Little girl, don't seek death!" Hei Huang's hair stood on end, "Back then, the Qilin beast under the seat of the Wu Shi Great Emperor mistakenly entered the restricted area and came out with only half a breath left. You haven't even reached the Saint Realm..."

Amid the roar of thunder, Jiang Han's figure had turned into a stream of light and broke through the roof of the hall. Gilded tiles fell and hit the ground in front of Duan De, shocking him so much that he rolled and crawled behind a pillar. Jiang Taixu looked at the gradually fading lightning marks in the sky, and suddenly found that the teacup on the table was still trembling slightly, and ice flowers condensed on the surface of the tea - that was the trace of Taoism left by Jiang Han's emotional fluctuations just now.

Outside the Immortal Mountain, the bloody setting sun dyed the sky rusty. Jiang Han was suspended three feet above the ground. When the lightning under his feet touched the black moss on the ground, it made a "hissing" sound like a snake spitting out its tongue. In front of him were towering ancient trees, the shortest of which was a hundred feet high. The trunks were covered with eyeball-like protrusions, and each growth ring was engraved with ancient magic patterns.

"It is indeed the 'Ancient Dark Demon Vine'." He gathered Dao patterns on his fingertips and slashed out a sword light. The three-meter-thick vine broke with a sound, and black juice gushed out from the broken end, condensing into the words "Keep away" in the air, and then blown away by the mountain wind. The system interface popped up a prompt at the right time: "Interference with the restricted area rules has been detected, it is recommended to open the 'Chaos Domain'."

Jiang Han's mind moved, and the shadow of Chaos Green Lotus appeared around him. Thirty-three petals unfolded layer by layer, isolating the surrounding decay. After walking a hundred miles, a path of bones gradually appeared on the ground. The cracks on the skulls all pointed in the same direction - they were the remains of those who had tried to break into the restricted area for thousands of years. He noticed that there was a sword wound on the brow bone of a skull, and the shape of the wound was exactly the same as the "Void Sword Canon" of the Void Emperor.

The deeper you go, the more chaotic the laws of heaven and earth become. Jiang Han saw a giant bird with nine pairs of wings, tearing its heart with its claws, each feather was burning but never falling to the ground; in the mountain stream ahead, a giant python covered with human faces was devouring its tail, and each face was crying differently. These scenes reminded him of the "forbidden zone biological paradox" mentioned by the system - eternal life and eternal pain coexist.

When the black mountain in the center came into view, Jiang Han suddenly felt a sharp pain in his sea of ​​consciousness. The system interface trembled violently, and the originally gray "forbidden zone map" module actually lit up red, revealing a piece of dusty information: "In 4932 BC, the Emperor Wu Shi entered the Immortal Mountain for the first time, sat under the enlightenment tea tree for three days, and left behind the prophecy of 'the bell rings nine times, and the great way is expected'."

On the top of Black Mountain, the energy of the Enlightenment Tea Tree was like a jade ruler piercing the sky, combing the surrounding chaotic energy into neat patterns. As soon as Jiang Han stepped onto the top of the mountain, a huge yin-yang fish pattern suddenly appeared under his feet. Countless points of light emerged from the ground, outlining a series of historical remnants in front of him.

In the picture, a man in a black and gold imperial robe stands with his hands behind his back, with a Chaos Bell floating above his head. With every step he takes, a golden lotus blooms under his feet, with the petals engraved with the swastika character. When he sits down under the Enlightenment Tea Tree, nine bells ring between heaven and earth, and each sound makes the mountains tremble, and the leaves of the tea tree fall one after another, turning into Dao characters all over the sky.

"Emperor Wu Shi..." Jiang Han muttered to himself. The man in the picture suddenly turned his head, his eyes met his through time and space, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The next moment, the scene changed, and a woman in a plain white dress appeared under the tea tree, holding a bronze jar with ghost faces carved on it. With every step she took, a black hole appeared in the ground, swallowing up all the light around her.

"The Ruthless Emperor!" Jiang Han's pupils shrank. He had seen the information of this legendary woman in the system's "Emperor Atlas". It was said that she had attained enlightenment with an ordinary body, just to pursue her brother who was "not an emperor". (End of this chapter)