Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 500 Deputy Commander Yan Yang Dao Jun

Despite the fierce fighting outside, the peace inside Xuanjun Temple remained undisturbed.

Some time after recognizing his ancestors, on this day, Kongming, as usual, sat cross-legged in front of the illusory image of the Earth Book to comprehend its rules.

"The origin of the Seven Meridians, the Seven Secrets of the Earthly Book, truly lives up to its reputation," he remarked with emotion.

As a being born after the primordial chaos was shattered, even though he was the patriarch of the seven lineages of the Xuanjun sect, he had never come into contact with this sect-protecting spiritual treasure.

Unlike now, after recognizing one's ancestors, one can look at things for as long as one wants, even if it's just a phantom of the Earth Book.

"Heh heh, I want to comprehend the Book of Earth, I want to unify the seven paths!"

Kongming was immersed in the Dao principles contained in the Earth Book when he was suddenly disturbed by the commotion from the outside world.

"Who is it? Who disturbed my enlightenment, Master?" The displeasure that had just risen in his heart was extinguished by a bucket of cold water. Kongming stammered, "Master, when did you return?"

Besides Xuanjun standing right in front of him, he also saw five Taoist priests following Xuanjun.

There were both old Taoist priests with an air of otherworldly wisdom and young men with handsome faces, and without exception, they were all dressed in clothes that were clearly out of step with the style of the current era.

Judging from their aura, Kongming easily discovered that these people, like himself, came from the future and were all seventh-order beings who already possessed some of the characteristics of a Great Luo.

“These are disciples of the Seven Lineages of the Mysterious Monarch who came to this time and space following the guidance of the spiritual light. Kongming, you are in charge of settling them down.”

As Xuanjun spoke, he erased the illusory image of the Earth Book in the center of the backyard and replaced it with the real Earth Book.

"Oh, there's still some blood left that I forgot to wipe away." He noticed a few specks of golden blood on the corner of the book of earth and wiped them away without a second thought.

Seeing this scene, Kongming recalled what Qingfeng had said not long ago and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

The blood seemed to be the residue of a Dao Lord, presumably caused by being struck by the Earth Book.

He then looked at the five Taoist priests standing respectfully on the other side and said gently, "Gentlemen, please follow me."

After getting away from Xuanjun, Kongming looked around to make sure no one was around except for them, and asked curiously, "Fellow Daoists, do you know what our Grandmaster was doing outside earlier?"

The five men exchanged glances, and finally the old Taoist priest spoke:

"Our ancestor found us in various parts of the prehistoric world, and along the way he even fought with several Dao Lords who harbored ill intentions towards us."

"How is the result?"

“Since we are still able to stand here, then the patriarch has naturally won.” The old Taoist smiled and stroked his beard. “However, those few Taoist Lords were unlucky. One of them was even smashed to pieces by the patriarch’s Earth Book.”

"By the way, we don't know your name yet. I am Wangyouzi, the seventh generation Dao Master of the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun."

It's here; this is the one I've been waiting for.

Kongming's smile widened, and he said calmly, "I am Kongming, a disciple of Daoist Qingfeng, and a third-generation disciple of the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun."

After he said that, everyone looked at him differently.

The old Taoist priest frowned, searching through his memories for the names of the various patriarchs. He thought and thought, but still couldn't find any recollection of them.

"I do remember Lord Qingfeng. According to records, he was extremely mysterious and seemed to have only one disciple under his command."

A young Taoist priest murmured, feeling that Kongming would not lie by using the name of a Taoist master, therefore, his credibility was extremely high.

In any case, Kongming still managed to put on a big show in front of these old men, which made him feel a bit younger again.

He often had this experience while he was still working to revitalize the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun.

Auctions, grand competitions of various sects, ancient secret realms—these places held many fond memories for him. After arranging rooms for the disciples of the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun from later generations, the six of them were summoned by Xuanjun to the Earth Book to listen to the great master's teachings and explanations.

He spoke of things that would be helpful to those on the path to the eighth stage of their formation, but without going too deep or corrupting them. There were no unusual phenomena like golden lotuses emerging from the ground; he was simply infusing information into their primordial spirits.

Under the refinement of his information, these primordial spirits, which were already transforming towards the innate immortal spiritual light, shone brightly, and the shape of the immortal spiritual light could be vaguely seen.

Judging that they had reached their limit, Xuanjun suddenly stopped talking and looked down at the crowd below the stage who were listening with great interest.

"I don't think I've mixed anything in, so why do they all look like they've inhaled alien natural gas? Shouldn't they be suffering from splitting headaches after receiving a large amount of information all at once?"

Xuanjun thought about it and attributed the reason to his own superb preaching skills.

Little did they know that the six people in the audience were indeed suffering from splitting headaches, yet they still maintained an appearance of complete absorption.

"It is rare for the patriarch to preach, so we must not let him down."

"Master, we love you dearly!"

So Xuanjun silently watched the crowd below the stage, watching their expressions gradually calm down.

"I wonder how many of the eighth-order members in this batch will be able to reach the end."

With a sigh, he sat upright on the enlarged Earth Book and closed his eyes to meditate.

"Lord Zhulong, the traitor's deputy commander has reappeared. Lord Yuanlong wants you to go to the front line to provide support immediately."

"Okay, I understand. You can go down first."

The Time Worm, transformed into the Candle Dragon, waved its hand, and then its spatial coordinates shifted, instantly appearing on the front lines.

Even among those at the eighth level who transcend time and space, his understanding and control over time and space are among the strongest.

He could even briefly pull the other eight tiers back into the bound spacetime and imprison them.

Looking at the enormous figure in the distance, which resembled a blazing sun, Zhulong revealed its dragon form and instantly approached its target.

"Deputy Commander of the Alliance of Myriad Races, Dao Lord Yanyang, is this your current title?"

“That’s right. After all, I now rule the Great Sun, so naturally I need to choose a name that matches my status.”

The giant beast named Yan Yang Dao Jun nodded in response. No one knew that he and the enemy in front of him were the same person.

Of all the incarnations Chen Xingzhi created, the Fiery Sun Beast was the one that fared the best.

Not only did he defeat the other Yang-attribute Dao Lords and successfully take control of the Great Sun, but he also became the second-in-command of the Myriad Races Alliance, second only to the Grand Commander.

Including the Impure Old Demon who became the second-in-command of the Northern Underworld Demonic Path, and Xuanjun and Zhulong who became high-ranking officials of the Divine Court, they are enemies and allies of the same origin.

The biggest mastermind behind the great calamity was Chen Xingzhi.

Looking back at the battlefield, Zhulong and Yanyang Daojun exchanged a glance and then tacitly "fought each other to the death".

The two, both masters of the Dao, engaged in a battle of acting skills, creating a spacetime disorder on one side and endless heat on the other. Even other eighth-level beings dared not approach their battlefield.

Despite the impressive display of force, neither of them actually suffered any serious injury.

This is the benefit of mastering the art of teaching, and Chen Xingzhi now deeply understands it.

(End of this chapter)