Honghuang: Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, I am Guangchengzi

Chapter 40: The Sad Land of the West

Guangchengzi did not fly far, but found a secluded place at random, sacrificed the Hunyuan Yiqi Taiqing magic talisman, and activated the Liangyi Microdust Formation. The whole person turned into a speck of dust and was completely scattered in the endless dust of time and space.

This move was actually to prevent Xuantian from becoming covetous and following secretly behind, hoping to kill two birds with one stone.

Although Xuantian's personality would make it impossible for her to do such a thing, one should still be on guard against others. Guangchengzi would not rely on the personality of others for his family's safety. He would only rely on his own strength.

Guangchengzi sat cross-legged in the Yin-Yang Microdust Array, with two red and yellow flags in front of him that were constantly merging.

The yellow flag is naturally the Xuanhuang Zhongde Flag, and the red flag is the one held by the old man. This flag is called the Nanming Liaoyuan Flag, which is also a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and it is also what he is looking for on this trip.

The Nanming Liaoyuan Flag might be the old man's companion treasure, or it might be something he obtained accidentally, but he didn't want to investigate the specific reason. The result was that he won, and that was enough.

Guangchengzi waited quietly for the two flags to merge. He saw the silk threads on the two flags constantly interweaving, you in me and me in you, intending to completely merge into one and make up for each other's shortcomings.

At this moment, even Guangchengzi could not activate the Xuanhuang Zhongde Flag, because it was attracted to the Nanming Liaoyuan Flag, like two inseparable magnets that could not be pulled apart at all.

Fortunately, he had many magic weapons on him, including the Xuanhuang Zhongde Flag. He was not like the old man who was helpless without the Nanming Liaoyuan Flag.

But in the end, the Xuanhuang Zhongde Banner and the Nanming Liaoyuan Banner were gradually separated, with clear distinctions between them, and they no longer took previous actions.

Naturally, they desperately want to merge into one, just like a person who has lost his limbs for who knows how long, and suddenly sees his own limbs nearby. Even if he has to bite the ground with his teeth, he will bite the area next to his limbs.

But there is still something missing between the two flags, which prevents them from being completely integrated together, so no matter how crazy they are, they can only remain calm in the end.

Guang Chengzi pondered for a moment after seeing this: "It seems that the other three flags are still missing? I just don't know if the remaining three flags are also in control. But as long as I find one more, I can break the balance. I will use Master's instant sky induction and boundary-breaking summoning method to forcibly summon the remaining two flags. According to the strength of the call, we should go to the north first."

Guangchengzi had a thousand calculations in his mind. Since he had captured the southern flag, he naturally did not want to give up the other northern, eastern and western flags.

These are all treasures destined for him. Anyone who dares to occupy them by force is ignorant of fate and deserves to be killed.

Then he put away the Taiqing Talisman and turned into golden light again, rushing towards the west.

If they wanted to save time, it would be best to directly fly over Mount Buzhou, but Guangchengzi did not forget that he almost killed Xingtian before. He even pointed at the noses of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and called them deformed creatures, thus taking on a great grudge.

Naturally, he did not dare to continue flying over Mount Buzhou, but decided to take a longer route and fly from the west.

The Immortal Volcano Group is very close to the west. Guangchengzi felt that he had broken through a certain limit. The scene before him suddenly became desolate and mournful, and even the air was filled with a sense of despair.

The original green grass and trees are still there, and there are countless mountains and ridges, as if there is no difference from the East, but in Guangchengzi's eyes, these are just some external things and are not worth mentioning at all.

For most of the ascetics, all flowers, plants and trees are fake, only spiritual energy is real. You can have no spiritual treasures, no spiritual fruits, but you must have spiritual energy. If there is no spiritual energy, it means there is no progress. Then no matter how big and huge this world is, it is hopeless and there is no hope at all.

Guangchengzi stretched out a hand and squeezed hard, but he caught nothing. The spiritual energy was so thin that it even slipped through his fingers. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If he did this in the East, he would be able to squeeze out crystals like spiritual stones, but in the West, he almost didn't feel the spiritual energy.

"No wonder people say that the West is a cold and barren place. Even spiritual energy is so scarce, how can it produce any powerful monks? No wonder everyone says that monks in the West are all ascetics. It is hard not to become an ascetic monk when practicing in such an environment."

Guangchengzi shook his head and looked down slightly, and found that there was no vein in the earth at all, just an ordinary piece of soil. Even the soil was almost degenerated into sand, which showed that there was no nutrients in the earth at all.

For those top gods, spiritual energy is no longer important. Even if they have nothing, they will remain calm and can draw strength from the ubiquitous avenue.

But for those low-level cultivators, spiritual energy is their lifeblood. Even for Guangchengzi now, spiritual energy is very important. If he fights in a place without spiritual energy, he will feel very uncomfortable.

One must at least be a Daluo Jinxian to initially break free from the shackles of spiritual energy.

However, the monks who can survive in this environment, apart from anything else, at least have strong adaptability. After all, if they can adapt to such a place, there is nothing they cannot adapt to, right?
It would be strange if there were places that you couldn't adapt to.

But Guangchengzi did not come here to save sentient beings. After sighing, he began to calculate where the destined object was.

However, what surprised him was that after arriving in the west, the object that originally sensed the second strongest call from the north was replaced by the object that sensed the call from the west.

Without much hesitation, Guangchengzi immediately decided to look for the Western flag first, which would also save some time.

Guangchengzi sensed the direction and flew towards the depths of the west. The golden light he transformed into was so vast and mighty that it dispelled countless clouds along the way. The occasional aura he released was enough to cause the many cultivators below to burst into cheers.

It can be seen that they have been hungry and thirsty for too long, and now that they can see a little spiritual energy, they will definitely fight desperately for it.

He didn't care about this little bit of consumption, he just regarded it as a way of giving back to the world. However, the further he flew to the west, the more desolate the surrounding environment became. Even the high mountains began to become low, and it was obvious that they would become flat land soon.

Grains of sand began to appear on the ground, showing a tendency to form a desert, which made Guangchengzi frown.

"Can such a place really give birth to innate spiritual treasures?" Guangchengzi was a little skeptical. He also heard that in order to refine the innate treasure, the Zhuxian Sword Formation, Luohou had destroyed countless innate spiritual treasures.

If the call of the Western flag had not still existed, he would probably have thought that the Western flag had been used by Luohu for a sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)