From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 482: Planting the Way Like Straw

After the Qingcheng secret talks ended, it was frankly said that the entire Taoist Alliance and the top Chinese military officials were somewhat devastated and desperate.

Although the Dao League and the Chinese government were preparing for war in full swing and had devoted all their efforts to training monks for the past ten years, most people still had two expectations.

One expectation is that the relationship between the two worlds can be eased, thinking that they can fight and talk at the same time. As long as Blue Star shows enough strength and attitude, the two worlds will be able to live in peace one day.
The second expectation is these great masters in history who have gone with the tide. People think that after thousands of years, when the two worlds really go to war, these great masters will show up to fill the gap in high-end combat power on Blue Star.

But now, both expectations have been dashed.

Luck affects spiritual energy and can be plundered and destroyed, which fundamentally makes it impossible for the two worlds to coexist peacefully.

Li Yang himself had imagined that if the spiritual energy of Blue Star reached the point of extinction, he would watch Chi Yanhong and his disciples gradually become mortals, and he would also lose his magical powers. Overnight, he would become the little Taoist boy who was scolded as a charlatan all day long, and suddenly he would know that there was a way to plunder the spiritual energy of another world...

Li Yang couldn't guarantee whether he would be tempted and put it into practice.

As for those Heavenly Masters and Taoist Ancestors in history… According to Zhang Ling, the situations of the Heavenly Masters and Taoist Ancestors who followed the tide in history were all very miserable. Some were surrounded and slaughtered on the spot by the masters of the Extreme True Realm, while others escaped the pursuit and hid in some desperate places in the Extreme True Realm.

Thinking of this, Chi Yanhong frowned slightly: "I don't know what the situation of Patriarch Bai Yuchan is like in the Extreme Realm..."

Bai Yuchan was one of the five ancestors of the Southern Song Dynasty and the founder of the Dharma lineage that was passed down to Chi Yanhong in Tiantai Mountain 2,000 years ago.

"Don't worry, I'm not sure about the other ancestors, but Patriarch Bai Yuchan is definitely still active in that world!"

Li Yang comforted him softly, "It has been confirmed that the first venerable of the Liu Sect came from the Extreme Realm across the boundary gate during the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. He was a fragment of the soul, and his purpose was to interfere with the spiritual energy recovery of Blue Star..."

"When I searched the soul of the Venerable, I saw a figure that looked like Patriarch Bai Yuchan. He and the Venerable's original body had sat and discussed Taoism in the Extreme Realm, and then he left. Even with the Venerable's original identity in that world, he couldn't do anything..."

Li Yang had a headache when it came to this. The Venerable and the previous 'Chongdao Immortal Lord' were obviously from the same sect. According to Zhang Ling, one of the characteristics of this sect was that they particularly liked to condense the incarnation and split the soul. If they split too many souls, the whole sect would basically be full of lunatics from top to bottom. It was also one of the sects in the Jizhen Realm that was most hostile to Blue Star.

"I hope so..." Chi Yanhong sighed, looking at the lights and buildings of thousands of houses below the mountain. He felt that a storm was coming, as if to break people like dry grass in the wind.

After the initial surprise, Li Yang calmed down. He came over, put his arm around Chi Yanhong's shoulders and whispered to him:
"Fortunately, the foundation of China's cultivation world has been almost built over the past ten years. There are 6,000 awakened spirits among the civilian population alone, not including the psychic combat troops secretly trained by the five major military regions. It is time to start training high-end combat forces."

At this time, all over China, the three hundred Qingshuangs and the nine hundred Daomeng Qilings were trekking through the mountains and rivers, clearing out monsters in the miasma swamps, meditating in palaces and temples and exorcising monsters in the southeast. Some good seedlings were experiencing the baptism of blood and transforming.

After this experience, China's innate cultivators will surely usher in a blowout boom.

Chi Yanhong gently leaned on Li Yang's shoulder, as if he had thought of something, and raised his head and said, "Later, I saw that Zhang Tianshi asked a little Taoist boy to give you a jade slip. What is that?"

"That jade slip?" Li Yang smiled faintly: "It contains a diagram of a mountain protection formation, called the Qingwei Zhoutian Formation, which is extremely complex and vast... This Tianshi Zhang must have observed Baiyun Mountain for a long time and knows what Baiyun Mountain needs now." After hearing this, Chi Yanhong's frown suddenly relaxed a little: "Yes, the formations on Baiyun Mountain, the mountain-locking formation and the soul-confusing formation, were all arranged by you ten years ago. Now that the Blue Star cultivators have developed, the previous formations are indeed not powerful enough."

Chi Yanhong thought of Jiang Wenbin from the Universe Country. Although this guy did not dare to break through the formation and go up the mountain after breaking through the seed path, he could also influence the spiritual energy in the mountain outside the formation. Li Yang and Chi Yanhong, who have always attached great importance to the base camp, would never allow this to happen again!
After that, Li Yang and Chi Yanhong were affectionate for a moment, then he flew up on his sword and summoned Wang Xin and Zhao Ziyao to start setting up the "Qingwei Zhoutian Array" on the mountain.

As Li Yang flew away on his sword, Chi Yanhong, dressed in white, stood in front of the door of Yuchan Palace, staring at the direction where Li Yang left for a long time without saying a word.

After a while, Chi Yanhong turned around and walked slowly to a small depression behind the Yuchan Palace.

With the nourishment of Li and Chi's daily meditation and the spiritual energy from the mountain, every grain of dust in this depression has a jade-like quality.

There is a seed buried in this depression.

An ancient lotus seed that looks like a fossil.

Chi Yanhong squatted down, stretched out his green white fingers and gently stroked the soil in the depression regardless of the mud, feeling the ancient lotus seed under the soil that had not changed in ten years, his face full of loss.

The ancient lotus seeds sprouted for the first time, heralding the revival of spiritual energy and allowing Chi Yanhong to embark on the path of spiritual practice.

The second time the ancient lotus seeds sprouted was in the Nantian Temple in Fujian, and Chi Yanhong also made a breakthrough in the way of planting because of this.

At this moment, the feeling of loss that he once felt surged like a tide, pulling and swallowing Chi Yanhong's heart.

Facing the earthly immortal monks, there is no difference between a Taoist master and a straw on the roadside.

His fingers continuously supplied spiritual energy to the ancient lotus seeds in the depression, and a rare trace of loneliness appeared on Chi Yanhong's cold face:
"I know you are extraordinary, please grow up quickly, we don't have much time left..."
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Everything seems to have changed, and nothing seems to have changed.

In the next two or three months, everything seemed to be peaceful in China. There was mist all day long on Baiyun Mountain. Mountains of spiritual materials were consumed in the formation, and the "Qingwei Zhoutian Formation" took shape.

For the past few months, civilian journalists and media have been focusing on the 1,200 Qi Lings who are exorcising monsters in southeastern China. From time to time, young people emerge, but in the process, some Qi Ling masters unfortunately die and are buried in the monster's belly.

Twelve hundred awakened spirits may sound like a lot, but when diluted across the vast mountains and rivers of China, it is like looking for a specific grain of sand in the desert; its whereabouts are elusive and hard to find.

In early December, someone heard the clanging of swords at the foot of Mount Wuyi. The sword light that shot up into the sky stirred the clouds, accompanied by extremely shrill screams.

The strange noise lasted for twenty-six hours, and then someone saw a young man in a green robe riding a horse with a sword on his back, coming down from Wuyi Mountain and heading south.

(End of this chapter)