Honghuang: Starting from the Enlightenment of the Great Emperor Dongyue

Chapter 7 Sadness
Taicang was speechless. He didn't think he was that great. For both public and private reasons, he wanted to repair the earth's veins.

From a public perspective, he holds the Heavenly Book and is the king of gods. Restoring the heaven and earth is his responsibility and obligation, and he has no choice but to do so.

Personally, the earth/land laws he controls evolved over thousands of years. By integrating his body with the earth veins and repairing the earth at the same time, and refining the earth veins in his own body, it is the fastest and easiest way to obtain huge merits and prove the supreme position of the earth.

The position of the Emperor of Dongyue is just the entry point to the Tao.

As for the fact that his true body is no longer perfect, it is actually the least important to Taicang. He possesses the [One Qi Transforms into Three Purities], which can be divided into three. All three are Taicang. Since he has decided to establish the divine way, the earth must be under his control. One clone merging into the way will not have much impact on Taicang.

[Map of Mountains, Rivers and States] slowly unfolds.

A dark green seven-crown imperial crown appeared above Taicang's head, shining brightly, and his green robe instantly turned into a green and yellow imperial robe.

Endless earth-yellow divine light shone brightly around his body, and Taicang transformed into a Dharma image that was a million feet tall. At the same time, the earth responded to his will and cracked to reveal broken veins.

The earth cracked, and it was filled with murderous intent. Endless fire rose up, wanting to devour everything.

Taicang's eyes narrowed slightly and he snorted coldly.

"Suzaku, help me suppress this underground fire!" Taicang shouted in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Zhuque's body suddenly grew in size and transformed into a huge Zhuque Dharma image, with its wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun.

A flag one foot and seven inches long, with a dark red color, appeared above Zhuque's head. The three tribes ruled the prehistoric world for several Yuanhui. Zhuque was once one of the ancestors of the True Phoenix, so naturally she had no shortage of top-grade spiritual treasures in her hands. The [Flame Flag] was the best innate spiritual treasure that suited her best.

[The Flame Banner] dropped its dark red Dao rhyme, enveloping the Vermillion Bird, and the Vermillion Bird's momentum increased again.

She swooped down, the wheel of the law of fire spun, and red light filled the sky. Before long, she calmed the raging underground fire one by one, returning it to calm.

Taicang looked focused, his hands constantly forming seals, each of which contained the mysterious laws of earth.

He just waved his hands, and the blood-colored soil that was contaminated by blood evil and demonic energy seemed to come into life. It rolled automatically and finally sank deep into the ground, being purified into pure earth elements.

Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of Taicang's forehead. It was obvious that this was not an easy task, but his hands did not stop moving at all. He continued to reconnect the broken and collapsed earth veins with his supreme power.

Like a skilled craftsman, he pieced together the broken pieces of porcelain one by one to restore them to their former integrity.

As the earth veins were repaired and combed, the earth wheel behind Taicang dropped golden law runes and merged with the earth veins.

Each rune contains a rich rhythm of the earth. After being integrated into the earth veins, the originally dim earth veins seem to be injected with new spirituality and regain vitality.

Zhuque could feel that as the golden runes fell, Taicang's originally perfect body became incomplete.

He integrated the power of his own laws into the earth's veins, and nourished this broken land with his own divine power.

A joyful dragon roar was faintly heard from deep underground. The earth veins came back to life, the earth energy rose, and the originally barren earth became fertile again.

After doing all this, Taicang smiled knowingly as if relieved.

With a wave of his sleeves, a breeze blew in from the sky, carrying thousands of spiritual seeds and falling to the earth like drizzle.

Nourished by the green light, these spiritual seeds quickly took root and sprouted, blooming into gorgeous flowers and abundant fruits.

at the same time.

not far away.

Deep in the ghost den where ghosts are howling.

A pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened, filled with tyranny, bloodthirstiness, madness, and all sorts of negative emotions swirling within them, like a volcano about to erupt. "Destroy—"

A deafening roar came from the depths of the ghost cave, echoing throughout the world.

A huge claw broke through the sky, revealing its hideous and terrifying true face.

It was a huge ghost with a dragon's tail, a phoenix's wings, and a unicorn's body. It exuded a disgusting stench from head to toe.

His scarlet eyes were filled with brutality and a desire for killing, and his rationality was almost gone. Ghostly and demonic energy intertwined around him, forming a terrifying energy storm that swept in all directions.

It opened its bloody mouth, like the mouth of the abyss, and instantly formed a huge black vortex, madly swallowing everything around it. Even the space was about to be torn apart by this terrifying suction force.

The evil aura within a radius of ten thousand miles turned into black torrents and rushed into its mouth frantically, making its breath even more terrifying.

"The peak of the Ghost King!" Zhuque looked at the terrifying ghost with a solemn look on her pretty face.

"Roar--!"

The roar of this ghost king was filled with demonic energy, and the sound waves spread in all directions, awakening other terrifying creatures sleeping deep in the ghost den.

"This ghost is Mo Lin?!"

Zhuque looked solemn. She felt a familiar aura from the ghost king with a dragon tail, phoenix wings and a unicorn body at the head.

"Mo Lin?" Taicang frowned slightly, feeling unfamiliar with the name.

"Emperor, this ghost is the demonic transformation of Mo Lin, the former leader of the Black Qilin clan!" Zhuque took a deep breath and spoke solemnly, "During the final battle between the three clans, Qingluan of the Phoenix clan and Bixi of the Dragon clan went to stop them. Unexpectedly, Mo Lin's demonic power increased greatly, and Qingluan and Bixi ultimately perished together with him. Unexpectedly, Mo Lin's residual spirit has not dissipated, and now it has devoured part of Qingluan and Bixi's spirits, transforming into a ghost to continue wreaking havoc on the world."

"Boom!"

Before Suzaku could explain clearly.

The earth shook violently again, and huge cracks spread across the ground, spreading in all directions like a spider web.

A huge tiger claw emerged from deep underground.

"Boom!" The rocks shattered, and a huge ghost tiger with blazing ghost flames burning all over its body jumped out from the ground, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the blood evil.

Immediately afterwards, a huge ghost bird spread its wings, covering the sky and the sun, stirring up a gust of wind, and swooped down.

……

In just a few breaths, seven ghost kings with terrifying auras rushed out from the depths of the ghost den and surrounded Taicang River Suzaku.

These ghost kings have different shapes and terrifying auras. Each of them exudes a heart-pounding pressure. They are all blinded by the calamity and are left with only pure desire to kill.

There are seven ghosts, and the leader is Mo Lin, who has a body of a Qilin with phoenix wings and a tail.

Including Mo Lin, there are a total of eight ghost kings.

Even Suzaku couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart at the sight of such a terrifying lineup.

The eight powerful ghost kings gathered together, and the pressure they created formed a devastating aura.

Taicang couldn't help but frown slightly.

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