Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 822: Demonic Rise and Mysterious Disappearance
The sun and the moon are in the same sky, and their light is flowing.

After a summer rain, the Shangzhen Palace was filled with mist and smoke.

Looking at the fairy palace on the clouds from afar, a small golden sword was flying towards them, and the sound of it was distant and resonated with this place.

Chen Mu stopped before the palace and couldn't help but smile after hearing the sound of sword.

"Zhu Xuan Golden Sword, Xian Jianchi's unique method of transmitting messages. I've only heard of it before, but today I've witnessed it firsthand..."

He stretched out his hand and summoned a golden sword, which suddenly circled in front of him, casting a curtain of bright light, on which words gradually appeared.

"Master, I have already paid a visit to Senior Li and received his help. I have been allocated a sword pavilion in Xianjianchi for cultivation... All is well, Master, please do not worry..."

Chen Mu nodded slowly, and after pondering for a moment, he thought about it and a ray of light flew into the air, then turned around and returned to the inner room of the palace.

Not long after, Zi Yang stepped in, bowed his head with a smile, and asked, "Junior Brother Chen, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Chen Mu smiled slightly: "Recently, envoys from various sects came to congratulate me, but it was my senior brother who entertained them for me."

Zi Yang waved his hand and said, "Junior brother, what are you talking about? I am enjoying it."

Chen Mu didn't say anything too polite. He nodded and got down to business.

"From today on, I will be in seclusion to cultivate and wait for this demonic calamity. All matters in the palace will be handed over to you, Senior Brother."

Zi Yang had anticipated this, and after responding, he asked with concern, "Junior brother, is there anything you're still short of?"

Chen Mu shook his head, stood up and said, "I don't need to worry about anything here. But after Senior Brother takes charge of Shangzhen Palace, he can do what he wants without any worries."

"Times are different now. To overcome the demonic tribulation, common sense and empathy can be put aside. Just do what needs to be done. If you encounter a problem that is difficult to solve, please report it to the headmaster..."

Even though the situation seems peaceful these past few years, once the demonic calamity approaches, the Demonic Heaven Alliance will surely become restless and disasters are unavoidable in Central China.

By then, the Black and White Taoist Palace, as the number one Taoist sect in Central China, will definitely be the first to bear the brunt. Whether it is to eliminate demons and defend the way or to deploy in advance, the Black and White Sect members will always be on the move.

Shangzhen Palace will naturally not be spared, and someone will inevitably have to lead a team to come forward.

Zi Yang felt warm in his heart when he heard this, knowing that Chen Mu was thinking of him.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother. I've made note of it."

His expression straightened and he nodded seriously.

After a while, Zi Yang walked out, and Chen Mu also stepped into the cave. After closing his eyes and sensing for a while, he made sure that there were no other trivial matters, so he sealed the cave and went into seclusion to practice.

This time he is in seclusion, focusing on Taoism, and intends to cultivate at least ten Tao seeds. After doing so, the quality of his innate Taoism may rise again.

But even if he couldn't achieve his wish, he would still be able to obtain the top-grade Taoist technique. After all, the "Lingshu Qingyuan Zhenshui" now has some signs of being top-grade. Once this time is over, he will be able to make steady progress!

The top-grade Taoist magic is almost at the top of this world.

Needless to say, immortal arts have been unknown in the world for a long time, and top-grade Taoist arts are also rare, and only top Taoist sects like the Black and White Taoist Palace have inherited them.

Next is the top-grade Taoist magic, which is often seen in the performances of True Lords. Chen Mu has not seen any cultivator of the same generation achieve any success in this field until now.

"But I heard from Senior Brother Ziyang that Tao Xianxu seems to have acquired a high-grade Taoist technique and has been in seclusion for a long time. I wonder if he can succeed..."

A thought flashed through his mind, and then he shook his head and regained his composure.

In addition to Taoism, he also had another idea during this retreat, which was to push his strength realm to the fourth level.

After the fourth transformation of strength, and after cultivating the supernatural powers of strength such as the law of heaven and earth, three heads and six arms, he will be able to face the disaster more calmly.

The above requirements must be achieved within 20 to 30 years.

Not to mention an ordinary cultivator, even myself sixty years ago could not guarantee that I could take care of both.

But now, he possesses the innate Taoist fetus, and practicing Taoism is a piece of cake for him. The only thing that is a little difficult is improving his strength.

Even this wasn't a problem. He had a dragon vein within him, so as long as he continued to cultivate step by step, everything would fall into place naturally...

With the lifting of the ban on Chen Mu's cave, the situation in the world became like a spring in a deep stream. On the surface, it was calm, but in fact, under the surface, there was an undercurrent surging and rushing...

……

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and bloom, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

The Northern Territory of Central Continent.

Demonic Sky Alliance, Cave of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Yan Xinjue calmly stepped into the cave hall. Even though it was pitch black in front of him and he could hear the faint sound of gurgling water from time to time, he never frowned and kept exploring inside.

After walking for about a few hundred steps, he walked around a stone wall and the view in front of him suddenly opened up. He saw a vast open space with a pool of blood in the middle. The blood was bright red and eye-catching, with hot steam rising from it and an intoxicating fragrance.

The gurgling sound heard earlier came from this blood pool.

Yan Xinjue just took a quick look, then waved his sleeves, took out a black jade pot from his storage bag and threw it into the air.

The next moment, the jade pot seemed to have a spirit and went to the blood pool. It tilted slightly and suddenly bright red liquid poured out from the pot and fell into the blood pool, splashing countless ripples.

"Yan Xinjue."

At this moment, a sound suddenly rang out from the empty cave. Yan Xinjue turned around and saluted hurriedly, saying, "Greetings, Master."

The man who came was dressed in gorgeous clothes. He was none other than Master Zong of the Demonic Heaven Alliance.

He walked slowly, followed by a figure who did not dare to look up and followed with his head down.

"Did you encounter any trouble collecting blood essence this time?"

Master Zhong glanced at the jade pot that was still pouring liquid and couldn't help but ask softly.

Yan Xinjue's heart moved, and he shook his head and bowed, saying, "I didn't do anything in Zhongzhou this time, but went to the Western Desert and chose an ancient temple with no background. Although it took more time, it was better because there was no one to get in my way."

The reason why Master Zhong asked this was actually because the last time he collected blood essence, he was almost captured by a Master Huashen.

But he couldn't be blamed for this. Who would have known that this seemingly dilapidated small sect actually had such a close relationship with the True Lord of Transformation?

Master Zong nodded slightly and whispered, "Nothing's wrong, that's good. This is the last time anyway. If there's no trouble, it would save me a lot of trouble."

Yan Xinjue was startled when he heard this and asked, "The last time? Does the True Lord mean that there is no need to collect blood essence anymore?"

Blood essence is the essence of blood, which is produced by secret rituals. It is of little use in the hands of ordinary people, but in the hands of Master Zong, it can turn decay into magic and create one helper after another in the alliance.

Master Zhong replied, "Spiritual essence is limited, and today is the last one. Even if you send more blood essence in the future, it will no longer be effective."

Yan Xinjue was shocked when he heard the news, but he quickly calmed down and thought to himself, "It's okay if it's the last one. Anyway, the alliance has gained dozens of fellow Daoists in the past ten years, so it's enough for us..."

As he spoke, the jade pot finally emptied of its liquid, turned around and flew back into Yan Xinjue's hands.

The blood pool below also began to change. The aroma became almost twice as strong, blood bubbles were bubbling, and hot steam was rising, as if it was boiling.

Master Zong sensed the situation and nodded, then stepped aside, signaling his disciples to step forward. The person behind him was a long-faced cultivator, whose cultivation had reached the Golden Core stage of perfection. However, his aura was stagnant, clearly having overdrawn his potential to force his way to this state. Barring a miracle, he would likely not be able to advance any further.

Seeing the strange blood pool in front of him, he showed a fiery look. After respectfully bowing to Master Zong and the other two, he couldn't wait to jump in.

In an instant, big blisters appeared on his skin one after another. But even though he was grimacing, he was unwilling to jump out. Instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and endured it.

Seeing this, Master Zong nodded in satisfaction, and waited for another cup of tea, until the figure in the pool was no longer human, but devastated and dying. Then he waved his sleeves, and a blue light flew out from it.

The blue light was tiny, but it carried a chilling feeling. Looking closely, one could see what looked like a still-wriggling insect poison inside.

Yan Xinjue's eyes flashed, and he knew that this was the spiritual guide that the True Lord mentioned.

Master Zhong stretched out his hand and pointed, and a blue light fell instantly, landing squarely in the mouth of the figure in the pool.

One breath, two breaths...

After nearly ten breaths, the figure in the pool suddenly trembled all over, as if the life of a candle in the wind was continued, burning even brighter.

And that's not all. After the vitality reaches a certain level, the figure in the pool sits firmly, makes a hand gesture, and faces the sky. The turbid air roars in and is all absorbed into his body.

Meanwhile, the dantian of the figure in the pool began to flicker with a bloody light.

The blood light became brighter and brighter, and the aura became stronger and stronger. Yan Xinjue stared at it, silently speculating in his mind. After a moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

In an instant, the cave trembled, the blood pool surged, and a dazzling blood light swept across thousands of feet. The figure in the pool took a step forward and actually used the means of teleportation, appearing in front of Master Zhong in an instant.

"Disciple Hu Honghua pays homage to Master Zhong. Master Zhenjun has bestowed upon me the Dao, a grace I will never forget..."

He dropped to his knees with a thud. Although his facial expression could not be seen, one could tell from his tone that he was extremely excited and ecstatic.

Master Zong did not rush to wake him up, but instead reached out and touched the back of his head, and with a pull, he drew out the three-inch blood baby from his body.

After looking it over and over, he slowly nodded and slapped it back with his backhand.

"Get up."

Hu Honghua quickly got up, but he was unable to adjust his identity concept and still did not dare to look up.

Seeing this, Master Zhong was too lazy to say anything more and simply handed him to Yan Xinjue: "From now on, you will take care of him. The demonic calamity is approaching, and we will definitely need people."

Yan Xinjue's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master."

Just as Master Zong said, the alliance has more and more tasks, and he is really too busy to handle them all.

"Ah."

Master Zhong responded indifferently, then flicked his sleeves and walked out of the cave.

After he left, Hu Honghua quickly approached Yan Xinjue and flattered him, "Envoy Yan, I hope you will give me more guidance in the future..."

Yan Xinjue nodded indifferently, turned around and walked out of the cave, saying as he walked, "There's a Taoist temple that needs to be taken down right now. Come with me, and let me test your skills."

Hu Honghua quickly followed, nodding his head from time to time to show his respect...

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The sky remained the same, the clouds rolled and dispersed, and another six years passed.

The small world of black and white is where Suyang Cave is located.

On top of a high peak that reached the clouds, a sudden violent wind blew, everything made a noise, and dark clouds hung from the sky to the ground.

Not long after leaving, there was a loud bang, and heavy rain came down. Waves of water mist spread out, making the place even more hazy.

The Taoist boy with pigtails guarding the cave on the top of the mountain was watching the rain boredly. He was thinking about what to prepare for dinner in the afternoon when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound behind him.

He looked back and found that the sound had disappeared. He waited for a while but it didn't come back. Then he shook his head, thinking he had heard it wrongly.

But before he could turn his head back, he felt the mountain beneath his feet suddenly tremble, and then a pillar of light shot straight into the sky, breaking up the dark clouds and causing the heavy rain to suddenly slow down.

The Taoist boy's eyes widened, and he couldn't guess what had happened. He stared at the entrance of the cave.

Rumbling--

The stone gate rose up, revealing a gray-robed figure.

"Master Tao, you've come out of seclusion!"

The Taoist boy's face lit up with joy, and he hurried over and kowtowed to him.

Seeing this, Tao Xianxu laughed heartily and asked, "Are you a disciple of Uncle Suyang?"

The Taoist boy responded with a smile, and not long after he got up, he saw a ray of light coming from afar and floating down.

He kowtowed again and shouted, "Greetings, Master Guo Er."

The person who came was Suyang Zhenjun's second disciple, Guo Tianrui.

Guo Tianrui nodded, casually threw out a pot of spirit beads to send him away, then looked at Tao Xianxu and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Tao, seeing that you are in high spirits, I believe that this retreat must have achieved something!"

Tao Xianxu walked closer and replied, "It's also thanks to this precious land of Uncle Master. Otherwise, it would really take another 10 to 20 years to cultivate this top-grade Taoist technique."

Guo Tianrui said politely, "Without my junior brother's talent, even if I practiced here for years, I wouldn't necessarily achieve success..."

Noticing the change in the other party's tone, Tao Xianxu's heart moved, and he remembered that his senior brother Guo in front of him had also tried to practice this high-grade Taoist technique, but due to his lack of talent, he had not been able to achieve success for a long time.

Now that he suddenly saw that he had achieved success, he must have been feeling a little emotional.

Tao Xianxu wanted to change the subject intentionally. After looking around, his brows suddenly furrowed. He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the air, and actually caught a wisp of black air from the seemingly nothing in the air.

"This is……"

His pupils shrank: "Demonic energy?!"

"Brother Guo, what's going on?"

In the small world of the world's number one Taoist sect, there is actually demonic energy surrounding it. Could it be that during the more than 30 years of his seclusion, the demonic calamity has already arrived, and the situation is not optimistic?

Guo Tianrui seemed calm and composed, and replied with a nonchalant expression, "Don't panic, Junior Brother Tao. This is normal."

"What do you mean?" Tao Xianxu asked, still confused.

Guo Tianrui asked, "Could it be that Junior Brother Tao has forgotten the phrase 'Demon Rising and Mysterious Disappearing'?"

"As the day of the catastrophe draws near, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth disappears, replaced by rolling demonic energy."

"At first, it was fine. We only wandered around the various magic caves. But now, no place in the world has been spared. Even our small world of Dao Palace cannot escape the changes in the world..."

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(End of this chapter)