Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 888 Dao Fruit Reflecting the Star Wall

Thousands of rays of light pierce the sky.

Chen Mu shook his wrist lightly, and the fishing rod drew a silver arc in the air.

Suddenly, a clear deer cry burst out from the depths of the cloud vortex. The giant deer Daohen, with mysterious patterns flowing all over his body, stepped on the flowing clouds and leaped onto the cloud platform with his head held high.

When the pair of jade antlers lightly touched the spirit pot, ripples appeared on the body of the pot.

Chen Mu stared at the Dao marks floating up and down in the water-colored spirit pot, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the tide patterns engraved on the fishing rod.

A fifth-level Dao mark that seems to be formed naturally like this can only be caught instantly like a fish during the flood season when the sea of ​​clouds is surging.

If it is during the normal season, it often takes several years of waiting before you may get one or two.

"It's no wonder some people don't care about top-grade Dao Marks. Without Dao Fruits, instead of chasing those fleeting chances, it's better to earn more of these Dao Marks..."

Chen Mu lowered his eyes and thought secretly, the jade fishing hook had already cut through the clouds.

As soon as the spiritual consciousness sank into the vortex, several rays of light gathered like fireflies.

It’s a pity that they are all of ordinary quality. Not to mention compared with the Giant Deer Daohen, even the hornless little dragon just now is far inferior.

He shook his head, not ready to waste any more time on such Dao marks.

But before he could manifest the fruit of his Tao, he felt a burning and stinging sensation whistling from the south.

Chen Mu looked intently and saw that a red centipede with hundreds of segments was winding out from the depths of the cloud vortex, and the flames rising from its body surrounded the fishing line.

He sensed something in his heart, opened his eyes and looked back, but saw a middle-aged monk in a dark red robe on the cloud platform in the southwest corner with a sarcastic sneer on his face.

The fire-leaving Dao intention from Jinmuyuan spread like a poisonous miasma, sealing his energy tightly within a small space...

The Dragon Fishing Banquet is not a fight of magic, but the intensity of the competition is still three times stronger than a fight of magic.

And the place where it is revealed should be the collision of Taoism under the cloud vortex.

After all, the cloud vortex is a thousand feet in total. The more area it occupies, the more Dao traces will be easily attracted, so scenes like this are quite common.

Not to mention the disciples of the Wuxiang Sword Tomb and the Jielei Ancient Pool, they had already been fighting fiercely.

If you use your thunder power to seize one-third of my territory, I will use my sword to cut off your mind.

Only Guan Xingzi and other True Lords were not provoked. If it were anyone else, who wouldn't glare at their opponents from time to time?

However, this situation mostly occurs when people of the same level fight against each other. For example, Jinmuyuan, who uses the realm of True Lord to suppress a Nascent Soul cultivator, seems a bit unfair.

But for Chaosheng Pavilion and Jinmuyuan, there are still many unkind things...

"Look there!"

At this moment, the cultivators who were watching at the Yunhai Observation Deck noticed the situation, and immediately a few of them called their friends to turn their attention.

The dispute between Guanxingzi and other True Lords hidden under the cloud vortex is certainly exciting, but this secret fight across realms is even more exciting.

Especially when it comes to Chen Mu, a cultivator from the outside world. It is said that cultivators from the outside world are extremely talented. I wonder if he can make up for the gap in realm?

Someone with sharp eyes recognized the dark red figure. "The person who attacked is called Jin Tiantu. Although he has no Dao Fruit and cannot display his Dharma image, his Dao intention is astonishing. He is not too weak in the realm of asking for the Dao, let alone facing a Nascent Soul cultivator..."

"This person has found a good time. The Yunming Sword Master is currently in a stalemate with Guanxingzi and others in the depths of the clouds. How can he distract himself from helping this outsider cultivator?"

"Why would the Yunming Sword Master need to take action? A random True Lord from the Chaosheng Pavilion would be enough to stop Jintianti."

"Yes, but..."

Everyone looked towards the Chaosheng Pavilion queue, and the discussion suddenly stopped.

Why didn’t Master Xuanye and others take any action?

Did he give up on Chen Mu...

While everyone was still in shock and confusion, Chen Mu glanced indifferently at the Red Robe True Lord, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his lips, and then he withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes to concentrate.

The next moment, the sea of ​​clouds suddenly trembled, and the tide of spiritual energy rushed and scattered like a huge wave hitting the shore.

More and more monks' gazes were drawn as if by invisible threads, converging at the center of the cloud vortex.

Then he saw the world around Chen Mu was surging with waves, and a three-legged, two-eared tripod slowly emerged. The innate Taoist patterns engraved on the body of the tripod flickered, and the steaming fairy charm condensed into substantial water mist in the void, covering the entire fishing platform in mysterious aura.

"This is……"

Everyone was dumbfounded: "Tao fruit manifested?!"

The sound of jade cups being poured out could be heard one after another at the viewing area. Not only were the cultivators watching on the sidelines shocked, but even the people on the fishing platform stood up and looked at Chen Mu in disbelief.

The eyes of the man in the crane cloak from Zhongdu Yujingxu suddenly became sharp. The feat of condensing the Dao Fruit at the Nascent Soul stage was something that only his Junior Sister Qihuang could do.

But the problem is, Fairy Qihuang came from the fairyland. Could it be that Chen Mu in front of him is also from the fairyland?
Putting aside the reactions of the crowd, the changes in the field have not yet stopped, especially under the cloud vortex.

Looking at the water cauldron that emerged from the chaotic torrent, Jin Tianyi's expression changed with shock, and he hurriedly drove the fire centipede transformed from his own Taoism to retreat quickly.

He still had self-knowledge. He could use his own Dao Will to bully fellow cultivators or juniors who were not as good as him, but when he encountered such Dao Fruit, even if the other party was only at the Nascent Soul stage, he would not be able to contend with him.

However, although he reacted quickly, Chen Mu had anticipated it and would not let him retreat easily.
“Those who strike first will win, those who strike later will win.”

Chen Mu was just worried about not finding a good opportunity to join the game, but now, Jinmuyuan happened to hand him a "pillow".

The Shuize Cauldron suddenly trembled violently, and the inscriptions on the cauldron lit up one after another, tearing out a vortex of spiritual energy in the void.

The hastily moving fire centipede collided with the cyclone, and the red flames in the sky were like a glutton, and all of them were rolled back and sank into the mouth of the cauldron.

"Shu Zi'an dare!"

The cheeks of the True Lord of the Jin family flushed purple, veins popped out of his hands as he clasped his hands together, and the jade table beneath his seat was cracked into spider-web-like patterns by the escaping energy.

Jin Tianqi, who was not far away, finally raised his eyes and looked at Chen Mu's figure. A glint of light flashed in his eyes and he said softly, "Brother, maybe you can pack up and leave now."

Hearing this, Jin Tianla's face suddenly darkened, but he also knew that the current situation was no longer under his control.

If the Dao spirit is swallowed by the child in front of me, wouldn't it be a loss of both the wife and the army?
He sighed deeply, and was about to make a hand gesture to withdraw his Dao intention and leave.

But at this moment, Xuan Ye Zhenjun, who had been watching the show for a long time, fluttered his sleeves, suddenly pointed, and laughed loudly: "Jin Tiandai, how can I let you come and go as you please in my Chaosheng Pavilion!?"

Under the cloud vortex, the Fire Centipede Daoism that was originally still able to hold on was now cut down as if by a heavenly sword, and instantly disintegrated into thousands of red rainbows.

In an instant, the Water Cauldron swallowed up the rainbow light and spewed out billowing smoke like a furnace. Although there was no increase in power, under this vortex of clouds, its own Dao rhyme was enhanced by several times in a short period of time!
On the other hand, Jin Tiandi, who had lost his Taoist spirit, suddenly turned pale and colorless. He staggered and retreated seven steps, leaving a three-inch burn mark on the jade brick with each step.

By the time he stood still, the nine-headed fire python embroidered with gold thread on his chest had become dim.

In an instant, the situation on the field was reversed.

All the monks in the room held their breath as they saw the white-robed figure in the center of the platform calmly fishing, while the water cauldron on the waves exhaled a heart-pounding Dao rhythm...

"Snapped!"

While watching the ceremony, someone's teacup fell and shattered in front of the boat. The crisp sound broke the silence and the whole place was in an uproar.

At this moment, who would dare to regard Chen Mu as a Nascent Soul cultivator?
If you have the Dao Fruit, you have a chance to win the championship!
Although the chances were still low, it still placed him in the same league as the True Lords like Guan Xingzi. Even if he couldn't seize the Great Dragon this time, once he achieved True Lord status, his peers in Xiajin and the three cities would likely regard this Shuize Ding as the most respected...

"Spiritual Source..."

Thousands of whispers merged into a dark tide, surging back and forth between the countless spirit boats in the sea of ​​clouds...

"Fellow Daoist Mu Ji, your pavilion is truly blessed to have obtained such an Immortal Embryo without any trouble..."

On the top of Taixu Pavilion, the white-haired old man from Jiuyao Xingshu Hall swept his whisk lightly, and before he finished speaking, several rays of spiritual light responded.

A Taoist priest wearing a crane cloak stroked his beard and forced a smile, saying, "Yes, I recall that in the Yujingxu of Zhongdu, in order to obtain the true teachings of Qihuang, they fought against several sects and put in a lot of effort."

Everyone was amazed and could hear a hint of sourness in it.

Yes, if one can manifest the Dao Fruit in the Nascent Soul Realm and cultivate it well, he or she can at least achieve the Dao Lord Realm, it’s just a matter of time.

Unlike them, who have spent so much effort and exhausted all their energy to reach this level, the difficulties they have gone through are something only they can understand...

"Ugh……"

Amid the sound of glass cups colliding, a faint sigh came from the top of Taixu Pavilion.

These elders who had cultivated the Dao for thousands of years were actually stirred to a ripple of Daoist spirit by the figure in white robes on the platform...

On the fishing platform, Jin Tiandai looked at Zhenjun Xuanye with glare, and was about to yell at him, but was stopped by Jin Tianqi's gaze.

If you lose, you lose. Why do you keep making such a fool of yourself?
After waving his hand to dismiss the other party, Jin Tianqi glanced at Chen Mu again. His eyes swept across the treasure tripod that was still puffing out smoke, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up: "Since you are so conceited, do you dare to go fishing in the depths of the clouds?"

The so-called depth of the clouds is actually the bottom of the cloud vortex.

It is close to the source of the flood season outbreak, and the Dao marks are extremely violent. If there is no Dao fruit manifested, and one only approaches with Dao intention, it will be suddenly collided and dispersed. At the very least, some Dao intention will be lost, and at worst, the foundation will be affected and it will be difficult to make up for it.

Therefore, even Guan Xingzi and others were extremely focused after entering the deep clouds, fearing that one mistake would lead to waste of all their efforts.

Facing Jin Tianqi's provocative words, Chen Mu smiled faintly, his voice as clear as the sound of a jade chime: "That's why I came here."

Jin Tianqi's eyes suddenly became fierce, and then he said no more, stood up and closed his eyes again.

"Master Chen, it's best to be careful."

True Lord Xuanye did not forget to give instructions out loud.

Chen Mu nodded and smiled, his mind sinking instantly.

First, he returned to the original chaotic torrent, and the surrounding spiritual light suddenly increased more than ten times, like a shark smelling blood and rushing straight towards Daoguo.

He remained motionless, concentrating all his attention on the hook and letting it continue to sink.

Maybe it will take thousands of years, or maybe it will only take a moment.

The fishing hook suddenly stopped, clearly having touched the end of the abyss.

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the Water Cauldron rose into the air in front of him, and the endless blue waves enveloped his body, and the whole person fell rapidly downwards along with the water curtain.

"despair!"

There was a slight sound, and Chen Mu suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

In the blinding darkness, a strong wind blew towards us, accompanied by a thunderous crash.

When his pupils adjusted to the darkness, a long river of stars suddenly spread out before his eyes. A boundless rift stretched across the void, and countless Dao traces rushed out of it, turning into rainbows flowing across the sky.

The roar just now was caused by the collision of these flowing lights containing the laws of heaven and earth with the water curtain.

Chen Mu was secretly shocked. Although Senior Sister Murong had already explained the mystery in detail, when he truly faced this rift in the laws that spanned the universe, he still felt his soul tremble...

He looked around, and the vast galaxy was like a stream of silver, with more than twenty brilliant rays of light scattered around.

The shadows of Guanxingzi and others' Dao fruits hung in the sky, cutting the entire sea of ​​stars into colorful pieces of jade.

In a secluded corner not far from him, an ancient evergreen tree was stretching out its emerald branches. The dancing starlight on the leaves and the figure sitting cross-legged at the roots formed a mysterious trajectory.

Chen Mu smiled slightly. This person was none other than his Taoist friend Changsheng, who was at the same level as him.

However, at this moment, the Taoist Changsheng had an extremely solemn expression, his eyes fixed on the illusory star wall in front of him.

In his hand, he was holding a jade pen, as if he was copying something on the star wall, completely unaware of his arrival.

Chen Mu looked closely and saw green light flowing above the star wall and swaying shadows of trees. Wasn’t that the manifestation of his Dao Fruit?

And every time the shadow of the ancient tree was drawn, the Shuize Ding above his head would tremble slightly, and the water ripples on the body of the cauldron would flow along with it, as if being pulled in resonance by invisible threads.

He was shocked to realize that the Dao fruits of all the cultivators present had manifested and transformed into crisscrossing brush strokes on the star wall.

Especially for Guanxingzi, every stroke of his pen would cause the stars in the sky to shift, and the stars would swirl wherever his pen passed. Whenever the pen's trajectory intersected with that of another person's pen, he would swallow it up effortlessly...

Chen Mu nodded slowly, understanding the method of fighting here.

"Junior Brother Chen!"

At this moment, Murong Xi withdrew his mind and quickly instructed Chen Mu: "Use the pole as a pen and your spirit as ink to draw your life's Dao fruit, and you will resonate with the source of the Dao mark!"

"Remember, don't get close to the cultivators of the Cinderwood Abyss, lest they find an opportunity to devour you..."

As soon as the senior sister finished speaking, Chen Mu felt that the fishing rod in his hand suddenly turned into a medium-length ink-colored jade pen, and starlight flowed in front of him, condensing into a star wall.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and visualized the appearance of the Water Cauldron.

Although the real thing is right above my head, if I want to copy its spirit, I have to search for it in my heart...

After a moment, Chen Mu's eyes opened and closed quietly, without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and made a stroke.

The moment the pen touched the star wall, the vast Dao rhyme flowed over the fingertips like a tide.

In an instant, a dazzling, almost blazing light of water was imprinted, and the Sky-High Star Wall trembled suddenly, completing the first stroke of the Water Cauldron!
The Shuize Ding roared in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the movement of the dragon patterns on the Ding's ears vaguely matched the great Dao he had comprehended when he was forming it...

And at the moment when the first ripple appeared on the star wall, the entire galaxy was covered with ripples.

Suddenly, a rumble like muffled thunder was heard in the distance. It turned out that the thundercloud strokes drawn by a certain cultivator were torn and swallowed by three different trajectories. The exploding lightning made the star wall pale.

Chen Mu ignored it and could clearly feel that the Taoist pattern of "Ze" engraved on the body of the tripod was seeping into the star wall along the tip of the brush. With every inch of the outline, the Taoist fruit in his body became more solid as if it was tempered.

He held his breath and concentrated, and as his pen moved, the outline of the tripod legs appeared.

To copy one's own Dao Fruit is actually to use one's lifelong cultivation as ink to replay the path to enlightenment above the starry sky.

Even if you gain nothing in the end, you can make your own Tao fruit more solid.

So even though his ears were constantly roaring, Chen Mu never tired of it and immersed himself in it...

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(End of this chapter)