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

Chapter 848 Breakthrough in Puppet Path, Three Years Have Passed
As the light faded, Tian Quezi gazed at the crystal-clear, slender thread before him, which remained unmarked even under the sunlight. His eyes flashed with recollection.

"A supreme spiritual object, it leaves no trace upon landing, like a doll thread..."

Back then, my senior brother Guang Sheng and I paid a heavy price to obtain spiritual items in the Jianyang Secret Realm. Ninety percent of them were used up, leaving behind this puppet-shaped spiritual item, which you, Fang Yi, have gotten for free..."

With a flick of his withered five fingers, a beam of spiritual light rolled up the silk threads and transformed into a spiritual cloud, flying towards the ruins deep within the White Bone Gate.

"Ok?"

Tian Quezi narrowed his eyes, revealing a shadowy figure concealing its aura in the desolate mountains a hundred miles away.

"A magic-grade concealment cloak?"
The White Bone Sect's fortune collapsed, and its second-generation patriarch led it into Xuan Yang Mountain. Unlike the Hehuan Sect and Tian Dao Dock, the commotion was much greater.

Judging by the timeline, those old fogies should be getting suspicious by now…

With a light tap of his fingertip, a starlight streaked past, carrying a murderous intent.

"Little Star Finger..."

The starlight-condensed finger shadows moved with lightning speed, traversing hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye, and landing in the desolate mountains.

"laugh!"

A muffled groan sounded, and as the energy in the desolate mountain disappeared, a figure fell, blood soaking the sand. Tian Quezi nodded slightly and began to adjust his breathing again.

These three years were the last period of stability for younger generations like Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi, and Wu Hua, and the same was true for him.

"A Nascent Soul True Lord..."

He murmured softly, his eyes slowly closing, and the ancient wheel behind him turned, its energy connecting with the mysterious Xuan Yang Qi.

……

In the heart of the White Bone Mountains, within a realm where countless blue lotuses bloom, the lotus leaves stretch endlessly to the sky.

"call out!"

A beam of light descended, transforming into a graceful blue crane that politely struck the domain.

"Ok?"

A powerful divine sense reached out and swept across the sky. The crane's beak held a nearly invisible silk thread.

"Seamless dove silk?"

Fang Yi exclaimed in surprise. After repeatedly scanning the crystal-clear silk threads with his divine sense, he confirmed.

"Third-grade superior quality traceless silk, in a place as barren as Great Cloud, there are such spiritual objects specifically for nurturing puppet cultivators?"

His thoughts shifted, and as he gazed at the abyss before him, which was entirely bound by emerald light and swirling with puppet-like runes, he understood and spoke with astonishment.

"Just how far has Uncle Tianque progressed in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets? I have tried to conceal it, yet clues have still been discovered..."

Fang Yi reached out and explored the Blessed Land of Withered Glory. A beam of azure light swept across, stirring up the traceless silk thread in the beak of the Azure Cloud Crane.

Watching the Azure Cloud Crane flap its long wings and fly away, he no longer delved into the extent to which Tian Quezi's divination skills had reached at the quasi-fourth level...

Xuan Yang Mountain has been planning for a thousand years, and naturally, the stronger the Heavenly Child is, the better.

Only when Chi Meizi condenses his Nascent Soul and occupies a place in the Great Yu Dynasty, making the Fire Worship Sect wary, can he have a backer and plan for the Nascent Soul Path.

Otherwise, to save their lives, they could only rely on Gu Jiushang to retreat into the Ten Thousand Mountains and depend on the demon clan's True Lord to deter the Fire Worship Cult's forces.

But such a loss would be far too severe.

Within this blessed land of decay and prosperity, the five elements and five energies revolve, and the five colors of spiritual light—green, red, white, yellow, and blue—are dazzling.

Fang Yi's body was half withered and decayed, covered with wrinkles and age spots the size of copper coins.

Half of the body was crystal clear like jade, and its abundant vitality seemed to burst forth from the pores of its skin.

The Daoist rhythm of withering and flourishing flows, and the illusory canopy of the gnarled and twisted Chinese toon tree stands tall and graceful. Though it is young, the intertwined Xuan Tian spiritual vines exude an extraordinary and mysterious Yi wood energy.

The cycle of flourishing and decay, the collision of the Daoist principles of Jia and Yi wood, creates a Taiji diagram of blue and white.

In order to refine this rare and top-tier spiritual object from the Abyss Sea, Fang Yi had already unleashed his full potential, giving his all without holding back in the slightest.

He felt the cool, seamless silk threads in his hand, his magic continuously refining them.

As time passed, the seamless dodder gradually developed a mottled golden sheen.

"Nearly fourth-tier seamless silk thread, Tian Quezi has quite the grand scale..."

Fang Yi picked up the traceless silk thread, flicked it with his finger, and the golden thread pierced through the skin and penetrated deep into the marrow of the abyss.

"Roar!"

"The Path of Withering and Flourishing, Top-Tier Spiritual Root..."

They could feel the undeniable aura emanating from Fang Yi's all-out attack, as well as the tender spirit vines surrounded by mysterious energy in a corner of the blessed land.

Yuan Hai was shocked, and he could no longer maintain his tense expression.

His expression was inscrutable, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

Such a long lifespan

it is good!it is good!it is good!
Fang Yi, not only did I underestimate you, but that old monster Tian Que also underestimated you. The most promising cultivator in the entire Great Yun cultivation world to reach the Nascent Soul stage is actually a junior like you at the fourth level of the Core Formation stage.

Yuan Hai's face was contorted with rage, and his eyes had completely lost their rationality.

However, he used the power of the Puppet Master lineage to condense his soul into a pill, thus preventing his soul from being searched and revealing information about his clan.

There will be one last chance when the puppets fight.

Once successful, and with the added advantage of the opportunity presented by the Jianyang Secret Realm, my chances of reaching the Nascent Soul stage will double.

Fang Yi gazed at Yuan Hai, who had completely lost his senses, and a smile of triumphant satisfaction crept onto his lips.

"Feng Nian!"
Soul lock!

Suppressing the Gods!

"By imperial decree, seal the Three Yin Spirits!"

With a grasp of his five jade-like fingers, dark waves surged within the withered and flourishing blessed land, and dark inscriptions evolved, outlining a square of four directions seals.

Immediately, the divine sense of the ninth level of the Core Formation stage was poured into the seal.

boom!
The Dharma Seal descended, falling into the Abyss Sea of ​​Consciousness, transforming into a Three Yin Spiritual Peak, which suppressed the Abyss Sea's Divine Thought Pearl.

"It's done!"

Feeling the Yuanhai Divine Sense, which had grown two horns on its head and was covered in bone armor, being completely suppressed and sealed, Fang Yi moved his five fingers and manipulated the traceless dodder to shuttle through his meridians. The slender threads continued to spread and merge into his Dharma body.

He murmured quietly.

"With the Abyss Sea completely suppressed, this rare Puppet Master bloodline is no longer concealed. I can now confidently comprehend the hidden secrets of the Puppet Dao within this Dharma Body..."

The realm of a near-fourth-tier puppeteer is not far from my reach…

Fang Yi's divine sense flowed, and he saw the incantation constantly changing. Streams of spiritual iron, precious wood, and animal hide fell into his palm, occasionally transforming into sharp claws, breastplates, gears, and other parts. A giant, bladeless axe, gleaming with metallic luster, was faintly emerging behind him...

……

The golden crow rises, the jade rabbit departs.

Half a year had passed in the blink of an eye. Inside the White Bone Mountain Gate, Tian Quezi suddenly opened his eyes, and a three-foot beam of light shot out from his pupils, seemingly piercing through tens of thousands of miles, landing on the Li Mountain, where the wind howled, the cliffs were strangely steep, and the sun never shone all year round.

"Roar!"

The majestic roar of the corpses echoed for miles, the earth shook, and a dark, bottomless abyss split open deep within Mount Li.

"Oh!"

A gigantic hand, ten feet long and covered in red fur, slowly emerged from the abyss, its five fingers piercing the edge of the abyss.

"When the fortunes of this place of exile, Dayun were like stagnant, foul water, it has now undergone a great change?"

His eerie green eyes lit up like lanterns, and his deep voice stirred up a hurricane, swirling up a tide of yin energy.

"I'm quite curious, who exactly is so audacious as to cause trouble right under the nose of the Zoroastrian old monster..."

"Funeral coffin, move!"

The aura of blood and corpses spread, and a small, exquisite coffin rose up. Three spiritual pearls were inlaid on the surface of the coffin, emitting precious light and faintly evolving into an ancient scroll.

The flow of energy in various colors—cyan, blue, red, black, and pink—evolves into numerous extraordinary phenomena such as the Lotus of Joy, the White Bone Demon God, and the Great Sun of Xuan Yang.

"Oh!"

The fierce-looking skeletal demon god suddenly collapsed...

"The White Bone Sect was wiped out?"
That old bastard Yuan Hai had a backup plan, yet his entire clan was wiped out. Which old monster made the move?

The old corpse, covered in red hair, emanated a bloodthirsty aura as it slammed its five fingers down. "Probing Fortune Technique!"

"Let me see who dares to make a move."

The three precious pearls on the coffin emitted spiritual light and mysterious energy, faintly evolving into a great sun. In an instant, a star map emerged, and the ethereal figure of a cultivator with a long and lingering aura slowly appeared.

Clad in hemp clothing and holding compasses, screws, and torches, the ancient ancestors appeared one by one, kneeling in worship and chanting sacrificial verses.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death!"

"The Southern Dipper is born, the Northern Dipper is doomed!"

"Nandou Xuansheng, Beidou is destined to die!"

The sacrificial chants rose higher and higher, and the Big Dipper—Yaoguang, Kaiyang, Yuheng…—emerged one by one, transforming into a dark, deathly longsword.

The red-haired old corpse's lantern-like eyes blinked, and one could hear the ethereal, unpredictable sounds of a ritual.

"Beidou is doomed!"

"Zheng!"

A beam of starlight slashed down from the darkness, penetrating layers of magical restrictions and instantly striking the soul of the red-haired old corpse.

"The Divine Power of Destruction!"

"How is that possible? The Great Cloud is not the Great Yu, how could it possess such a powerful being skilled in the art of killing and destruction..."

The red-haired old corpse screamed in agony, his soul wracked with pain, as he was struck down into the abyss by the Big Dipper's Death-Inducing Sword, his fate unknown.

"Crash!"

The mysterious starlight flowed and shifted, seemingly activating a hidden hand left behind by a powerful being.

"Boom!"

An ancient, broken half-stone tablet appeared, with dragon patterns flowing on its surface [...] […][…][Demon Suppression Tablet] The broken stone tablet seemed to have been passed down from the primordial era, and a spiritual light that surpassed that of magical treasures appeared.

"boom!"

The stone tablet pressed down, suppressing the churning yin energy and the chilling corpse energy.

"The Great Demon-Suppressing Stele!"
Who activated this wondrous treasure?!

From the bottom of the abyss, a vast divine sense descended through a thin spatial rift and landed on a nine-tiered altar, on which were carved the phantom images of demons such as the Puppeteer, the One-Eyed, and the Three-Eyed.

The divine sense looked at the broken stone tablet with apprehension, then without hesitation, it instantly retreated to the vast area behind the crack, which was only a foot wide.

……

At the White Bone Gate, Tian Quezi sensed the falling energy of Li Shan, nodded slightly, and the compass behind him stopped spinning, gathering into his dantian and nourishing it with true fire.

"By borrowing the power of the Five Watches Ancestor, we can activate the wondrous treasure of Mount Li, ensuring that the old corpse in the mountain will be unable to be tended to for at least ten years..."

Next, we'll have to trace the demons in the mountains. Hopefully, the Deer Demon will know what's good for him..."

Deep within the White Bone Gate, the Azure Lotus Dharma Domain flows, with endless green lotus leaves reaching to the sky.

An ancient banner swayed in the breeze, and Fang Yi extended his divine sense to remotely sense the killing and divine abilities that evolved from the profound starlight.

"Using the near-fourth-tier Beidou Death-Inducing Sword as a starting point, Uncle Tianque began to eliminate the hidden dangers that could interfere with Uncle Chimei's Nascent Soul formation."

He swept his divine sense across the area and then returned it to the Blessed Land of Withered Glory. In the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, unless a Nascent Soul cultivator descended to earth, no cultivator could stop Tian Quezi, who was determined to die...

Within the land of flourishing and decay.

Fang Yi, wearing a lotus crown and a blue robe, sat cross-legged on the altar.

Beneath the altar, various puppet parts, including those with one arm, broken horns, and no eyes, were piled up haphazardly, all obtained from his verification of the Abyss Sea.

"A near-fourth-tier puppeteer, after two lifetimes of cultivation, I have finally entered this path. I only need to refine the Abyss Sea into a complete form, and then I will have no more concerns among the countless cultivators of the Great Cloud Realm..."

Fang Yi channeled his divine sense, unleashing the True Fire of Withering and Flourishing, which swept towards the Abyss Sea that covered him in bone armor.

"As expected of the origin of puppetry, even just a single puppet helmet with exposed puppet master bloodline runes has benefited me immensely..."

……

Trace the mountain.

The ancient forest, filled with a wild and untamed aura, is imbued with spiritual energy mixed with demonic energy, which covers the entire forest like a thin veil.

Deer-like spirit held a precious pearl that emanated from the Dao of decay and prosperity, sensing the changes in the fortune of the Great Cloud from afar.

"Something happened to the White Bone Sect?"
How can it be? "

With a certain apprehension, he unleashed a series of runes from his hand, which landed on the blue and yellow pearl.

"Let me..."

"boom!"

As he felt the profound corpse energy of Lishan completely suppressed, a broken ancient stele appeared, its energy reaching the heavens and the earth. The demonic power emanating from his palm paused.

“Forget it, forget it…

It's best for me to stay out of the internal strife among humans, lest I get myself into trouble.

"Now, I still need Huang Qiu to communicate well with those three newly condensed core cultivators to help me take in the wood-path inheritances of the Wood Life and Withering paths, so as to strengthen my foundation and promote the evolution of the nascent Daoist temple..."

Thinking of the inheritance that was intercepted hundreds of years ago, Lu Xiaozi gritted his teeth.

"I am no longer the same as before. Do not let me find out who caused me to miss out on the inheritance of the Green Wood Palace."

Otherwise, I'll make you rats in the gutter suffer a fate worse than death!

……

Xuanyang Mountain, Ancestral Hall.

A hazy, misty cloud shrouded the steep, sacred peak, while a dark, shadowy locust tree slowly rose from the mountainside, breathing in spiritual energy from all directions.

A faint, ethereal life force, like a seed of life taking root, was barely visible, yet exceptionally resilient.

"clang!"

An ancient bell fell, stirring up a mysterious Daoist rhythm and creating an illusion that concealed the slowly reviving energy within the peak and the graceful, canopy-like locust trees.

……

Qianbo Lake, its surface serene, reflects sunlight, casting dappled golden light.

A small boat appeared and disappeared, splashing water everywhere. You Xishan leaped up from the water, his magic power transforming into chains, each binding a plump jade carp weighing ten pounds.

He gazed at the fish soup on the deck, which had turned milky white under the cooking in the stone pot. He swallowed hard, then carefully put the jade carp into his storage bag.

Then, take out a few tender white scallions from his sleeve, chop them into scallion flowers, and sprinkle them into the milky white fish soup.

"Qianbo Lake gathers the essence of water, nourishing the fish, shrimp, and crabs, making them exceptionally plump and delicious. It's just unknown how many of these lake delicacies will survive after the battle..."

With nearly three years left, we must seize the opportunity to collect lake delicacies for breeding.

It's a pity that Junior Brother Xiao isn't here; this jade fish soup is lacking in flavor.

With a flick of his sleeve, You Xishan grasped the stone pot and drank the fish soup in one gulp.

He blinked, then leaped from the awning boat and plunged back into the lake.

……

Three years later.

The gates of the White Bone Sect have been completely shrouded in yin energy, leaving only ruins and broken walls.

Within the Azure Lotus Domain, the spirit jade, once the source of the Jade Spring, gradually withered, leaving only an ancient and simple precious banner, surrounded by medicinal energy and teeming with life.

"boom!"

Fang Yi slowly stepped out of the Blessed Land of Withered Glory, his robes fluttering, and he murmured softly.

"here we go……"

A ray of starlight appeared, and Tian Quezi's deep voice rang out.

"Fang Yi, Heng Yi and Xi Shan have already gone to Qianbo Lake. The battle to wipe out the Biyue Pavilion is only missing you..."

……

　Gulp, fully recovered.

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