Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 845 Yuan Hai is captured, the east wind rises.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sound of gears turning rang out, and Yuanhai's six fingers reached out, their deep metallic luster enhancing the effect.

"Great Yin Luo Hand!"

A colossal hand reached out, surrounded by gloomy demonic energy, and countless dark handprints emerged, crushing the stars.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The spiritual energy surged within a hundred miles, and the aftershocks of the collision between the gloomy demonic energy and the dazzling starlight stirred up a fierce gale.

"laugh!"

A fierce wind, like a comb, swept across the Hundred-Mile White Bone Gate.

"Boom!" The towering thousand-foot-tall mountain suddenly collapsed, turning into rocks of varying sizes that rolled down, only to be shattered into dust in the aftershocks of the collision between starlight and demonic energy.

In the swirling, yin energy of the Daoist temple, Yuan Hai's eyes were bloodshot, and his fingertips constantly changed hand seals, casting out one magic handprint after another.

"disease!"

Two ghostly white bone swords, one green and one white, emerged, transforming into rainbow light. The two flying swords emitted a cold light, tearing through starlight and traversing hundreds of miles.

"Zheng!"

"The Soul-Slaying Sword!"

The celestial hexagrams in Tian Quezi's eyes shifted as he gazed at the Yin Luo Dao Domain's blessing under the bombardment of the great star.

He extended a finger, and layers of starlight rippled from the fingertip, condensing into a small oval shield.

"Mystic Star Shield!"

"Zheng!"

"Crack!"

A piercing, ear-piercing sound rang out, and two thin, transparent threads wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

"Cloudy Scissors!"

The two sword lights merged from the left and right, transforming into a giant pair of scissors. The blades suddenly grew to three feet in length and shone with sword light, slashing down with the Star Shield.

"Oh!"

Starlight shone brightly, the star shield shattered, and the two Yin Soul White Bone Swords separated once more due to their clashing sharpness.

Yuan Hai's eyes were deep and mysterious, and his six fingers twitched. Unbeknownst to him, two silk threads passed through the dojo and landed in his palm.

He murmured softly, his six fingers moving nimbly.

The slender threads tightened instantly, and runes evolved within the dojo, landing on the Yin Soul White Bone Sword along the threads.

"Silk refining method"

"Zheng!"

A high-pitched sword cry rang out, and the two flying swords, imbued with a chilling aura, transformed into threads that completely connected with the puppet's silk.

"Zheng!"

Like arrows released from a bow, two spiritual threads, one blue and one white, hurtled towards the head of the child in the sky, aiming to annihilate him.

Tian Quezi tapped his dove-shaped staff lightly, and layers of starlight rippled out, forming another thick Xuanxing Shield.

"Ah"

Yuan Hai sneered, and demonic energy circulated on his six fingers. Two thin threads tightened like needles, piercing through the surface with a single point, instantly breaking through the Xuanxing Shield.

"Oh!"

A wisp of starlight appeared, and Tian Quezi transformed into a phantom, his figure flickering and turning into afterimages, dodging two sharp sword threads, one green and one white, half a breath in advance.

"call out!"

The sword threads crisscrossed, forming a net that blocked Tianque's escape routes in all directions, and then descended upon his head.

As the magical power surged wildly, Yuan Hai's entire body was filled with flowing magical power, and the bluish-gray blood vessels on his temples, forehead, arms, and neck writhed like earthworms.

"Refining swords into silk?"

Fang Yi, clad in a blue cloud robe, used the power of the Qiankun Sensing Talisman to subtly manifest changes in the hexagrams within his eyes.

He frowned slightly. He had also fought against the sword cultivator who was the most ruthless among all cultivators.

They had also clashed with the three great sword techniques: sword silk, sword energy thunder, and sword light splitting.

However, Yuan Hai's attack was ambiguous, lacking the unyielding ferocity of a sword cultivator, yet its sharpness was in no way inferior.

"Does the Puppet Path possess such deadly supernatural powers?"

Fang Yi looked puzzled and turned to look at Tian Quezi.

He was not a rogue cultivator, but a cultivator with powerful backing. When he encountered something he didn't understand, he would ask his elders in the sect instead of wasting his energy and suffering through endless investigations.

Tian Quezi waved his hand, and dozens of star chains trembled, like serpents probing the sea, intertwining and entangled with the blue and white sword threads.

His figure was elusive, like a ghost, yet he still managed to explain, "Young Fang, this isn't about refining swords into threads; it's the most basic technique in puppetry, the 'Thread Refining Method.'"

"Silk refining method?"

Fang Yi's eyes widened in astonishment.

The Silk Refining Method is an introductory technique in puppetry. It involves refining spiritual silk to control puppets, which are tangible and easily targeted by cultivators.

This is merely a first-order technique mastered by a Qi Refining cultivator, yet it possesses such power in Yuan Hai's hands?

"Fang Yi, your cultivation is ultimately lacking; you cannot clearly perceive the profound mysteries."

Tian Quezi saw the blue-white sword threads twist, shattering the star chain, and his withered five fingers made a grasping motion.

"Wow!"

His plain white linen robes rustled loudly. His eyes were slightly closed, and behind him, a faint, ancient compass was visible amidst the mist, revealing half of his figure.

The power of the Daoist temple was activated, the Twenty-Eight Constellations lit up, and a phantom image of Xuanwu (Black Tortoise) was formed.

"Roar!"

The Zhou Tian Xuan Xing Daoist Temple shone brightly, like a greedy, ravenous beast, stretching for a hundred miles.
Two hundred li.
Three hundred li.
The spiritual energy within a radius of three hundred miles was completely absorbed.

The azure light beneath Fang Yi's boots dimmed, and the spiritual energy contained within was being continuously drained away.

"Pfft!" The azure clouds completely dissipated.

"Congeal!"

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a beam of spiritual light, which transformed into a spirit-sealing talisman to immobilize the spiritual cloud. His eyes gleamed with intense light as he stared intently at the Zhou Tian Xuan Xing Daoist Temple.

"Children can be taught"

Tian Quezi nodded slightly, his eyes filled with satisfaction. It was worth it for him to restrain himself and use the most troublesome method to activate the demonstration field.

With a flick of his sleeve, his withered fingers grasped, and the spiritual energy absorbed within a radius of three hundred miles merged with his magical power, transforming into countless star beads that fell to the ground.

"Buzz!"

Each star bead transformed into a shield, exuding a powerful and weighty aura.

Fang Yi focused his mind, observing the fighting style of a top-tier Grandmaster.
The True Immortal who had reached the Core Formation stage manipulated the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit, condensing them into a precious elixir. By consuming qi, he extended his lifespan, attaining five hundred years of lifespan. However, the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit were ultimately not completely integrated into one.

"When the three treasures of the Nascent Soul True Lord are combined into one, there is no longer any distinction. Blood essence is primordial energy, primordial energy can nourish the soul, and the soul can also strengthen blood essence."

From this point on, the nascent soul can completely detach from the physical body, remaining immortal even after the physical body is destroyed, comprehending the laws of the universe, and gaining a lifespan of a thousand years.

"Moreover, the Nascent Soul receives nourishment from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and its physical body is further refined, thus extending its lifespan even more than that of a Core Formation True Person."

Even those newly entering the Nascent Soul stage, without making any further progress in their lives, can still obtain elixirs and precious medicines that extend their lifespan by two hundred years.

"The concrete manifestations of a cultivator's cultivation methods, opportunities, foundation, and path."
This is the Nascent Soul training ground!

"Fang Yi, watch carefully. To prevent your foundation from being contaminated by the Zhou Tian Xuan Xing Dao Field, I will only demonstrate the wonders of the Dao Field once."

Tian Quezi's expression was solemn, his divine thoughts flowed, and the twenty-eight star shields merged into the Zhou Tian Dao Field, transforming into an armored Xuanwu.

"Mysterious Star Three Changes: Thousand Star Shield!"

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out, and the sword light, moving freely and unrestrained, revealed its full sharpness.

Only two white dots remained on the armored Xuanwu that roared to the sky, its halberd broken and sunken in the sand.

Yuan Hai's face was gloomy as he spoke in a low voice.

"Damn it, if I hadn't just recently recovered, and if the Great Cloud hadn't been so barren, lacking spiritual resources to refine my natal puppet, how could I have fallen to such a disadvantage?"

Tian Quezi's divine sense flowed, and through the Yin Luo Dao Field, he glanced at Yuan Hai with a deep look.

He then turned to look at Fang Yi, his eyes filled with expectation, and spoke.

"Nephew Fang, have you understood?"

"The Daoist temple manifests Daoist energy, absorbing and releasing spiritual power from all directions, thereby enhancing supernatural and wondrous methods."

Fang Yi seemed to be deep in thought, and then spoke in a deep voice.

"Even the most basic technique of the Puppet Dao, the [Silk Refining Technique], under the blessing of the Yinluo Dao Field, is no less than a top-tier divine power. Moreover, it consumes several times less mana. A casual strike from it is equivalent to a full-force strike from an ordinary late-stage Core Formation Grand Master."

"good!"

Behind Tian Quezi, the ancient compass kept turning, with the runes of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li flowing and evolving into the celestial phenomena.

He sensed the danger lurking within the Yinluo Dojo from afar, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

"Fang Yi, don't underestimate this Abyss Sea."

"We are both at the peak of Core Formation. If he didn't have a high-grade puppet at his disposal, the outcome of our battle would be uncertain."

"Hmm, what does Martial Uncle mean?"

Within Fang Yi's soul, the Three Lives Stone shone brightly, continuously observing the hundred-mile-long mountain range of the White Bone Sect.

Tian Quezi's tone suggested he was completely outmatched by Yuan Hai, clearly indicating they were still locked in a magical duel.
He was puzzled. Although Yuan Hai was at a disadvantage, he still had the strength to fight back and had not completely blocked his retreat.

Where did Tianquezi leave his hidden hand?
Fang Yi had never doubted that Tian Quezi had won, but this was definitely not the case; he hadn't found the slightest trace of it.

'With the foundation of the Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing, there shouldn't be any Core Formation cultivator who could conceal their aura before me.'

'where?
Where exactly is it?

Seemingly noticing the doubt in Fang Yi's eyes, Tian Quezi's serious face curled into a smile.

"Don't waste your energy. Even Yuan Hai couldn't find it. You, a cultivator at the fourth level of Core Formation, still think you can find any clues?"
Once you reach the late stage of Core Formation and your Daoist abode is fully formed, then we can discuss other matters.

"Heavenly Child!"

Even a clay figure has some temper; do you really think I'm a dead man?

"If you use my teachings to instruct the younger generation, you'll regret it so much you'll write the words 'Yuanhai' backwards."

Yuan Hai was clad in white bone armor, and gray spiritual light finally spread all over his body. Gears of different sizes rotated in his elbows, knees, ankles, and other joints.

"You think I have no suitable puppet?"
"I possess the bloodline of a puppeteer, making me the most elite puppeteer."

"boom!"

The Yinluo Dojo instantly contracted, transforming into a gray brocade-like cloak, and Yuan Hai took a step forward.

"Wow!"

A fierce aura surged to the sky, sweeping towards the missing piece of the sky like a swift wind and thunder.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanhai has finally activated the Puppeteer bloodline. I have been waiting for this for a long time."

Tian Quezi closed his eyes slightly, stretched, opened his sleepy eyes, and tapped his dove-like staff lightly.

"Fortunately, Fellow Daoist's bloodline quality is not low. Otherwise, if Fang has contributed a lot to the sect, and the quality of the puppet spirit is too low, it would make this old man seem stingy."

Tian Quezi's body quietly lit up, and within a radius of a hundred miles, the starlight that had just been scattered during their battle manifested, transforming into silk-like starlight that rolled down.

"Oh!"

The fierce and menacing abyss was entangled by strands of silk-like starlight, like being trapped in a swamp, struggling desperately but sinking deeper and deeper.

"A near-fourth-tier Celestial Master who has touched upon the path of a Grandmaster?"

Feeling the magic power within the starlight of the silk, like needles, it cut off the magic power at just the right moment, shattering the gear-like puppet patterns.

His eyes were dark and fierce, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "Tian Quezi, you are more patient than Wu Gengzi!"

Gazing at the abyss, which was constantly being bound by silk-like starlight, suppressed by magical power, and faintly transforming into a cocoon, Tian Que bowed respectfully and smiled.

"Thank you for your praise, fellow Daoist."

"hiss!"

A clear cicada chirp rang out, and a dark golden ripple rippled outwards, transforming into a sharp blade that tore through the starlight cocoon.

The abyss grew cicada wings on its back, and with a tremor, it had already fled a thousand miles away.

"Tian Quezi, do you think I want to fight you to the death?"
After swallowing the White Bone Sect cultivator and clashing with you in the Daoist arena, I knew that unless I was at my peak and my puppets were gathered, I would be no match for you.

The echoes of Yuan Hai lingered, his words tinged with pride.

"There is ample time!
Haha, I am curious, if the Fire Worship Cult knew that there was a near-fourth-level Celestial Mystery Master on Xuan Yang Mountain.
Will there be another major purge?

"I've heard that the spiritual veins of the Great Yu's Thousand-Mile Ice Plains have advanced, creating new natural barriers that give birth to fourth-tier spiritual veins. Will the Fire Worship Sect still show mercy?"

"Wow!"

With a flutter of dark golden cicada wings, the Abyss Sea appeared as a black dot in Fang Yi's eyes, about to disappear into the heavens in an instant.

"Master Tianque?!"

Don't rush.

Tian Quezi chuckled softly, his dove-like staff moving continuously, a hoarse voice ringing out, and the compass behind him, half-hidden and half-concealed, was fully revealed.

"Having wasted so much time, it's time to end this."

"Zheng!"

In the mysterious land, after the Qi of Xuan Yang Mountain was transformed, a precious sword inlaid with seven stars swam out.

Ancient, sacrificial chants resounded, and mysterious runes flowed among the air. "The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death; this is called the Northern Dipper's Sword of Death."

"The Divine Power of Destruction?" Yuan Hai's expression froze, and he was instantly knocked down. "When!?"

The ancient compass behind Tian Quezi spun, and his withered index finger extended, its silver divine soul power transforming into a crystal-clear finger shadow.

"Mysterious Star Three Changes: Stabilize the Spirit!"

The finger shadow fell, transforming into an invisible afterimage that instantly converged into the abyss.

"What a plan!"

Yuan Hai's face was contorted in a ferocious expression as he desperately resisted the ever-present drowsiness surging within his soul.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Tian Quezi.

“When Jiuquanyuan and I fought, you had already planned ahead, waiting for me to fall into your trap. My defeat at your hands is not unjust!”

"Wow!"

A wave of drowsiness swept over his soul, and a tingling sensation filled his body. Yuan Hai's head drooped, his magical power was sealed, and he fell into a complete coma.

"Young Fang, do you understand now?"

With a wave of his sleeve, Tian Quezi unleashed a ray of starlight that stretched for thousands of feet, engulfing the Abyss Sea and the two Yin Soul White Bone Swords.

He took out a sword box, put away the sealed Yin Soul White Bone Sword, and spoke.

"A skilled warrior achieves victory without illustrious feats."

Your battles with top-tier divination masters begin the moment your identity is revealed.

Only mediocre diviners would wait until they are engaged in battle before beginning to divine their opponent's weaknesses.

"And this Abyss?"

Although he was a near-fourth-tier puppeteer with the bloodline of a puppeteer, he was targeted by the Five Watch Ancestor a thousand years ago.

Tian Quezi weighed the weapon in his hand. It had horns growing from its head and was covered in white bone armor. Star patterns silently emerged from its joints.

"If it weren't for the need to use him to guide you in the path of your dojo, why would my uncle have kept him around until now?"

"Edict!"

With a single, slender palm strike, runes flowed, outlining top-tier restrictions such as [Stabilizing Mind and Locking Qi], [Heavenly Star Binding Soul], and [Primordial Suppression Technique].

"Wow!"

Without the slightest reluctance, Tian Quezi threw Yuan Hai out, whose essence, qi, and spirit were completely bound and unable to struggle.

"From this day forward, this Abyss Sea is your puppet. How much inheritance you can extract from it depends on your abilities, Fang Yi."

His eyes closed again, and leaning on his cane, his once straight back became hunched and bent once more.

"The collapse of the White Bone Gate has completely disrupted the last vestige of the overall situation."

"boom!"

Beyond the ruins of the White Bone Gate Mountains, a radiant light rose, a bone coffin opened, and a skeleton draped in silk robes, its bones the only remaining part of its body, slowly sat up.

A faint divine soul power rang out, and the white skeleton glowed with a faint light. Its ferocious face revealed a sense of compassion.

"Young generation of Tianji Peak, what year is it tonight? How is our plan progressing?"

Tian Quezi bowed respectfully, his face showing reverence. "Greetings, Ancestor. I report that Senior Brother Chi Mei has achieved perfect cultivation."

"Good! Good! Good!"

The remnant soul instantly burned, the spiritual bones melted, and it drew the remaining fortune of the White Bone Sect towards the Xuan Yang Mountain Gate.

"A thousand-year plan has finally come to fruition."

Exhilarating! Exhilarating!
Nascent Soul!

"Young master of the Crimson Eyebrows, you must condense your Nascent Soul and prove your own path."

　39.2℃, I'm a little delirious from the fever.
　　I was hospitalized today with both viral and bacterial infections. I'm really having the worst luck.

　　Fellow Daoist, please be careful during flu season.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)