Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 642 Daoshi Mountain

The mountain gate of Yuanqing Sect is located here.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the trees swayed gently.

In the winding mountain stream, clear streams gurgle and waterfalls fall gently, as white as silk.

Looking across the mountains and rivers, you can see cloud-like pavilions hidden among green trees and clouds, shadowy and hazy, like a fairyland.

Chen Mu and the other three stood aside, watching the Yuanqing Sect's incense burning and prayer ceremony.

Wisps of clear smoke rose up, and there were three figures in front of it.

The man in the middle was wearing a green robe, holding a whisk, and wearing a crown on his head. He looked to be about forty years old, with bright eyes that contained a frightening cold light.

On his left and right were an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, and a handsome young Taoist priest.

These three people are the candidates from the Yuanqing faction who will participate in this sword fighting event.

The Taoist in the middle is named Luo Zhen, who has the highest cultivation level and has reached the late Nascent Soul stage.

For Nascent Soul cultivators like those from the top sects in Central China, their magical powers and techniques cannot be judged by common sense.

Although Sun Zhiyan was at the same level as him, he had honestly told Chen Mu and the others that if he were to face him, his chances of winning would be no more than 30%...

The same was true for the two people beside Luo Zhen.

The old man's Taoist name is Xuanji. Although his realm is one level lower than Luo Zhen, he has been practicing Taoism for nearly seven hundred years. He masters six Taoist arts, has rich experience in fighting, and has extremely amazing combat power. Therefore, he was selected by the Yuanqing Sect to fight with swords.

As for the last young Taoist priest, his background is even more extraordinary. He is a disciple of the founder of Yuanqing Sect, Chongtai. After practicing Taoism for only a hundred years, he has formed an eighth-level Nascent Soul. He is famous and dominates his peers. He is known as the number one successor of this generation of Yuanqing Sect!
"Chen Mu, are you confident that you can defeat him?"

Taoist Tianxing leaned closer and asked in a low and teasing voice.

Chen Mu smiled slightly and said nothing.

Sun Zhiyan, however, heard the noise, shook his head and smiled, saying, "Fellow Daoist Cheng is one of us, we won't run into each other anyway, so why bother Fellow Daoist Lingyuan?"

Taoist Tianxing laughed and said, "I'm just asking..."

As they were talking, the ceremony had already ended.

Luo Zhen took a step forward and shouted, "Yuan Qing disciples, let's set off!"

As soon as the words fell, the three of them got on the chariots in the sea of ​​clouds, brought their disciples with them, and soared into the sky in a mighty force.

In front of them were six fairy cranes leading the way, and behind them were maids holding fairy lamps, supporting precious pearls, and holding Luo fans. Hundreds of strong men in cloud armor were standing on both sides, and the clear air and clouds spread out for more than ten miles.

This trip is not in a hurry to go to the place where the sword fight took place, but to move slowly and build up enough momentum on the road before setting foot on Daoshi Mountain.

When they were about to leave the mountain gate, Luo Zhen and the other two came out on a sedan chair and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Beiyuan, please get on board."

After Sun Zhiyan, Chen Mu and others nodded, they immediately laughed and turned into a clear light and disappeared into the chariot in the sea of ​​clouds.

The next moment, clouds rolled up, and the Yuanqing Sect started a grand march towards Daoshi Mountain.

As for Pingyang Zhenjun and the others, they naturally would not waste time on building up momentum, and had already gone to Daoshi Mountain a long time ago.

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Daoshi Mountain is ten thousand feet high, with gentle but undulating terrain. Although its spiritual energy is not as strong as the blessed places of the various immortal sects, it still has the reputation of being the number one Taoist mountain in Central China.

The reason for this reputation is that the mountain has its own Taoist charm, and it is like a pillar that determines the world, located in the northern region of Zhongzhou.

Furthermore, since ancient times, the human race's Dao has originated here, carrying the destiny of this world, and has stood firm for millions of years, supporting the flourishing Dao of Zhongzhou...

A few days passed in a flash. When they were within ten thousand miles of Daoshi Mountain, Luo Zhen dispersed his followers and left with only his disciples, Chen Mu and the others.

When we arrived here, we saw more and more monks coming and going. From time to time, flying boats would pass by, and familiar people would come up to say hello.

Luo Zhen has a wide circle of friends and a sharp eye. Even if he doesn't know the person he meets, he can still tell the origin of the person by using the light-escaping technique, which has broadened the horizons of Chen Mu and others.

Not long after, everyone suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing in the distant mountains, lingering in their ears for a long time. They knew that Shishan was approaching, and then it descended from the clouds and went up along the huge steps.

After walking another hundred steps and passing through a barrier shrouded in clouds and mist, Chen Mu felt that the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. He saw the undulating mountains on both sides, and there were spiritual lights and shadows everywhere, appearing and flying up and down. He didn't know how many cultivators had arrived here.

"It's worthy of being a Central Continent event..."

Chen Mu looked around for a moment and couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

Taoist Yuanqing smiled upon hearing this and said aloud, "The Twenty-Seven Meridians Sword Fight has always been like this. It is a rare opportunity to witness the magical powers of the disciples of a major sect.

Even the external objects required for cultivation that could not be found in the past can now be seen here, thus attracting cultivators from all over the world to come here.

I heard that Fellow Daoist Chen is only a hundred years old. I guess this is his first time participating in a sword fighting event, right?"

After saying that, there was a glimmer in Dudu's eyes, and he looked at Chen Mu with a smile.

As the current Taoist disciple of Yuanqing Sect, he was very satisfied with the Nascent Soul he had formed after a hundred years. He originally thought that only the Taoist disciples of top sects such as Black and White Taoist Palace, Xianyin Dongtian, and Xianjianchi could compare with him, but he did not expect that a cultivator from Beiyuan could also achieve such an achievement.

So he was very curious about Chen Mu...

Chen Mu's heart moved, and he nodded and smiled: "This is indeed my first time attending this meeting."

At this moment, Dudu straightened his expression and said loudly, "That's perfect! Today's grand event is the perfect time for you and me to become famous!"

Such confident words would only come from someone like him, so they wouldn't seem so out of place...

Chen Mu was silent for a moment after hearing this, then he chuckled and nodded.

Seeing this, Dudu remained calm, but sighed softly in his heart.

He said this deliberately, in fact, he wanted to test Chen Mu's thoughts, but he didn't expect that he would be so calm, which made him seem a little frivolous and arrogant...

After a short while, they reached the top of the mountain and arrived at the place where the Tao of this world originated.

This is an ancient circular Taoist temple covering a vast area and extremely high and wide. It is said to be "nine hundred miles in length and breadth" and is much larger than some ancient cities.

"That is……"

Taoist Tianxing suddenly stood up and pointed, drawing everyone's attention.

On the Taoist temple, there stood a bronze tripod that was nine zhang high and nine zhang wide, with four legs and two ears.

This tripod does not have the aura of immortals, nor is it a magical treasure or spiritual weapon, but it is filled with fragrance.

Counting them carefully, there were actually hundreds of them, and each one was burning with long, green smoke, curling up, like an invisible destiny, unpredictable and changeable, responding to the heavens above and connecting to the Taoist tradition below...

Luo Zhen's expression was solemn, and he said loudly: "This is the essence of our human race's Taoist lineage!"

After saying this, he pointed to the twenty-seven most prominent incense sticks in the cauldron and said, "Look at the incense offerings from the twenty-seven branches of Zhongzhou a hundred years ago. With this mysterious blessing of destiny, we were able to gather all the world's geniuses, control countless resources, and cultivate the supreme path..."

Dudu pursed his lips. Actually, he didn't really believe in the concept of luck.

After all, even if the Yuanqing Sect didn't come to burn incense, it would still be one of the top sects in Central Continent...

(End of this chapter)