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

Chapter 850 Heaven's Deficient Worship for the Burial of Souls, Three True Men Discuss the Dao (Gathering 10,000)
Fang Yi held the communication jade talisman in his hand, and Qin Yu's deep voice rang out from its warm touch.

"Master, Grandmaster Changce has taken me, Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Huo, and me to Qianbo Lake. Uncle-Master Xishan has already fought with Yuyuanzi several times."

"Junior Brother Huo Zhao's injuries have worsened, and his condition is not optimistic. We hope that Master will come out of seclusion and provide him with timely treatment."

"Have they already tested each other several times?" Fang Yi's eyebrows furrowed, and his thoughts shifted.

"Yu Yuanzi has survived to this day despite the covetous gazes of the three great masters, Tianque, Guangsheng, and Chimei."

I don't know what trump cards they have, but they're definitely not like Yin Yue, who relies on her family background.

"However, it is premature to start probing before everyone is fully present."

"This is because they look down on me, a cultivator at the fourth level of the Core Formation stage, and yet they offered me this benefit."

Fang Yi understood.

Qin Yu's telepathic message also mentioned Xiao Changce's words: You Xishan is no longer at the sixth level of Core Formation.

"Great Master"
The cultivators of the Wugeng lineage of Xuanyang Mountain, who were valued by Tian Quezi and used to inherit the Dao lineage, were by no means ordinary people.
It's not unusual for someone to look down on a cultivator at the fourth level of the Core Formation stage, even if that cultivator killed or severely injured a sect leader.

"I see.
Tian Quezi sent me to Qianbo Lake this time not only to thoroughly stir up the Great Cloud's power struggle to a climax.
I still need to establish a firm foothold before a great master like You Xishan and look him in the eye as an equal.”

"If that fails, then resign yourself to the Great Master's command."

"Such an opportunity, let's seize it."

Fang Yi flicked his sleeve, and behind him appeared the phantom of an ancient, gnarled tree with lush branches and leaves that formed a canopy.

The armored puppet has two horns on its head, exudes a fierce aura, and is covered with gear runes of varying sizes.

"Buzz!"

The azure light flashed and disappeared in an instant, disappearing at high speed towards Qianbo Lake.

Deep in the mountains, dense and continuous forests stretch out, with towering trees whose canopies, like umbrellas, block out the sunlight.

It was dark; under the pitch-black trees, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

An old and gaunt monk, dressed in a plain white robe, leaned on a wooden cane and rode in a small boat, drifting down a stream.

The clear stream meanders through the landscape, its waters rippling gently.

As time passed, the lush vegetation on both sides gradually faded, revealing the desolate rocks in the distance.

Tian Quezi raised his head, remotely sensing the direction of Qianbo Lake, and felt the mutual antagonism between Biyue Pavilion and Xuanyang Mountain.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he saw a great sun colliding with the flowing blue water, forming a huge vortex that continuously attracted the attention of cultivators.

Has it started?
The threat of the White Bone Gate was eliminated; the Five-Watch Master of Lishan had planned it all along.
With Xishan and Hengyi in charge, and Fang Yi, the sect leader, there is enough to stir up the entire situation of Dayun.

This battle was enough to help the next generation of core members in the sect distinguish between primary and secondary roles.

With all hidden dangers eliminated, it's time to let future generations experience the trials and tribulations of life.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a broken waterfall came into view. Tian Quezi leaped from a small boat and landed on the broken edge of the waterfall.

He watched as the ancient trees that had blocked out the sky completely disappeared, revealing a bottomless abyss a thousand feet wide in the mountains, like a giant, ancient maw, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Amidst the hazy aura, the dark ancient vines resembled ghostly hair, the crimson spirit flowers were surrounded by phosphorescent flames, and the gnarled roots and shady mushroom caps were adorned with ghostly faces.

Burial Abyss
"The ruins of the Qingmu Palace, a major sect of the Nascent Soul stage, would not have survived to this day if not for the help of the Medicine King Valley."

Tian Quezi took out an ancient picture from his sleeve. The starlight on the picture flowed and evolved into seven stars in the shape of a dipper.

"go with!"

"Wow!"

The ancient map unfolded silently, its starlight swirling and descending like a thin veil.

Deep beneath the Burial Abyss, a gnarled ancient tree, its entire body like jade, swayed in the breeze.

Beside the ancient tree is a dark spring, from which black water flows gently, transforming into a sinister and ghostly aura that constantly rises upwards.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The Ghost Spring churned and boiled, and a gray figure rose up, cloaked, with crimson eyes faintly visible.

Its gaze swept over the Burial Soul Abyss, past the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King, the Azure Spirit Wood, and Chen Ang, the last leader of the Azure Wood Palace who had transformed into a spirit array.
Finally, his gaze pierced through the layers of mist and landed on a gaunt old man outside the Burial Abyss.

"A top-tier Grandmaster has intervened, sealing off the entrance to the abyss."

A gray figure lifted a corner of its cloak, revealing a dark, ancient staff that emitted spiritual light and faintly emitted the sound of a dragon's roar.

"This is... the Heavenly Flaw of Xuanyang Mountain."

His hazy, confused mind slowly cleared, sensing the starlight and magical restrictions constantly intertwining at the mouth of the abyss, and the resolute figures of many people.

"A five-year lockdown?"

"That's all."

The cloak he had lifted fell back down, and the dark staff was put away; he ultimately did not make a move.

"Fighting against Tianque would be far too risky, especially if it provokes a Nascent Soul cultivator from the demon race."

The cloaked figure caressed the grey-white precious tree, his eyes filled with infatuation, murmuring softly.

"We've already waited for that kind of time and place, so what's another thousand days or so?"
Let them fight! Let them fight until the world is turned upside down, until blood flows like rivers.
This place is now called Dayun, and it is no longer the territory of my Qingmu Palace.”

At the mouth of the Burial Abyss, the boiling ghostly energy within returned to calm.

The starlight around Tian Quezi dissipated, and his aura became inward, making him appear like an ordinary octogenarian.

Aren't you going to make a move?
That's for the best; let's keep to ourselves and avoid provoking the Nascent Soul Demon Lord.

The hexagrams in his eyes changed, and he sensed from afar that in the mountains, a Daoist aura of withering and flourishing was intertwined with demonic energy, shrinking into a mountain spirit.

"This deer-like creature is quite sensible."

"With all matters now concluded, it's time to return to Xuan Yang Mountain and await the final blow."

"The profound wisdom and dedication of generations of masters deserve a conclusion."

As he watched the protective barrier woven by Xinghui completely seal the abyss, Tian Quezi's cold gaze gradually became clouded.

He then lightly tapped his dove-shaped staff, hunched over, and headed towards the Xuan Yang Mountains.

In the Abyss of Burial Souls, a gloomy and ghostly aura surrounds the place, with gray mist swirling around a gray-white ancient tree, its withering, decay, and death exuding a Daoist aura.

The figure in the grey robe and cloak gazed at the mouth of the abyss with scarlet eyes, muttering softly.

"Gone?"
It's okay to leave.

Since the time of Wugengzi, a truly remarkable figure has emerged from Xuanyang Mountain.
Is the heavens lacking a son?

"Unfortunately, after the fourth-order spiritual vein was destroyed, the few quasi-fourth-order spiritual veins that were circulating in the sect were also dug up without any chance of survival."

The present-day Dayun is ultimately too barren.

"How difficult it is to reach the Nascent Soul stage!"

The gray-robed figure caressed the precious tree, continuously pouring magical power into it.

A flower bud the size of a fist, nestled in the tree canopy, exudes a pungent medicinal fragrance.

Qianbo Lake, with its turbid waves crashing against the shore.

Yu Yuanzi's robes fluttered in the wind as he held the Overturning Sea and Heaven Banner. As the banner danced, undercurrents surged and towering waves crashed down.

"Tian Quezi, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

A soft laugh rang out, and the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram behind You Xishan unfolded, with streaks of starlight falling like meteorites.

"Boom!"

A series of explosions rang out as the giant wave was crushed to pieces.

"Yu Yuanzi, this ends here for today."

"Buzz!"

As the stars shifted and the hexagrams changed, You Xishan had vanished without a trace.

At the summit of Jiuhe Peak, Yu Yuanzi stood with a cold expression, watching the vanished cultivator, and did not make another move.

Although she knew that the Great Master was still at Thousand Lakes and had not gone far.

On the awning boat surrounded by clouds and mist, a ray of starlight fell.

As soon as You Xishan stepped out of the escape light, he felt a pure life force flowing through him, nourishing his body and soul.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Hengyi."

He lifted the curtain and stepped into the cabin, which had originally been no bigger than a thatched hut, but had been expanded several times over.

The first thing that came into view was a handsome cultivator wearing a purple-gold crown, a brocade robe, and a jade gourd hanging from his waist.

Despite his noble air, he sat casually on a wooden chair, swinging his legs.

"You're too kind, Senior Brother Xishan."

Zhang Heng tilted his head, holding a jade ruler in his hand, and asked.

"Did you manage to gain insight into Yu Yuan's true strength this time, Senior Brother?"

You know Tianque's temperament. After entrusting this matter to you and me, I will not intervene again, regardless of the outcome.

"His Master"

You Xishan looked at the jade gourd at Zhang Hengyi's waist with a helpless expression.

He also possessed a Guiyuan Gourd, which could be transformed into top-grade Guiyuan Blood Wine simply by incorporating Yu Yuanzi's Golden Elixir.

The gourd was divided in two, clearly intended to provoke a competition between the two.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

“What Junior Brother Hengyi said is correct. Master has always believed that the capable should rise and the lazy should fall.”

Even if a useless cultivator possesses a supreme treasure, it is merely an opportunity in the eyes of others.

We must handle the Qianbo Lake matter perfectly this time, so that we can gain more support from Master and Uncle-Master Chimei.
Otherwise, even if Master Uncle Red Eyebrows advances further, his support for us will only be based on personal favors.

"So Yu Yuanzi really does have something hidden."

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Hengyi's bright eyes. He and You Xishan were not only from the same sect, but also, among the three sects, the struggle for interests was also key.

The three lineages of Xuanyang Mountain are mostly passed down through a single lineage, with very few core disciples. However, even among those who share the same lineage, there must be a distinction between primary and secondary disciples.

The three lineages have been passed down for thousands of years, and the core of the seventh generation has been determined.

The Five Flowers of the Xuan Yang main lineage have the strongest backing, but they have explosive personalities and are not good at harmonizing the three lineages.

The main lineage possesses the original fourth-order Fire Dao inheritance, which was kept secret from the Zoroastrian Church. This was also to secure the full support of the remaining two lineages.
As a price, the main lineage of Xuan Yang lost almost all its seventh and eighth generation disciples, leaving only one Core Formation True Person.

Among Foundation Establishment cultivators, only Zhu Huan has the potential to form a Core.

If the three lineages are to compete for the top and bottom positions among the cultivators, even if Crimson Eyebrows takes a step further, it will still require two hundred years to cultivate fresh blood.

The benefits brought by the emergence of a True Monarch within the sect during the past two hundred years of Xuan Yang's power were, as compensation, transferred to the other two lineages.
Zhang Hengyi stroked the jade ruler in his hand, not regarding Fang Yi and Xiao Changce as opponents.

Killing the sect leader was a significant achievement for him, who had inherited the legacy of the Ancestral Hall and refined his golden core. If it weren't for the fact that Tiandao Dock still held some value and he couldn't alert the enemy, Chen Sheng wouldn't have survived to this day.

He looked at You Xishan and went straight to the point.

"How does Senior Brother plan to deal with Yu Yuanzi?"

Although the Zoroastrian Grand Master has been standing idly by these past few days, his intense aura remains undiminished.

"When Fang Yi arrives at Qianbo Lake, he will rely on his junior brother Heng Yi to hold off the Fire Worship Cult member."

As for Yu Yuanzi, you can leave him to me.

You Xishan's hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and he wore a plain white robe with the twenty-eight constellations embroidered on the edges. He spoke without any politeness.

"According to the old rules of the Three Lineages, I am the current senior disciple with the highest cultivation level."

This time, I'll be in control; if I lose…

"If Senior Brother Xishan is defeated, I will take his place."

but"

Zhang Heng chuckled softly, his powerful aura flowing, and a phantom image of a vigorous green bamboo appeared behind him.

The ancient bamboo is about seven feet tall, its entire body lush and green, surrounded by a spiritual aura. Its wispy vitality transforms into mist, breathing in and out spiritual energy.

"I, your junior brother, have also been fortunate enough to break through to the Great True Person realm. Senior Brother You, in this first attempt, I also wish to compete."

You Xishan frowned slightly, and a scroll flew out from his sleeve. Various characters, including oracle bone script, seal script, insect script, and bird script, emerged, filling the air with the fragrance of books, and gradually forming the prototype of a Taoist temple.

"We are both Great True Immortals, so who can judge the difference in strength based on cultivation? Junior Brother Hengyi is so confident of defeating me?"

"Go out and fight?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Let's go out and fight!"

You Xishan frowned slightly, sensing the calm energy within the Biyue Pavilion from afar.

"good!

Black Crow Ridge, 20,000 miles away, is sparsely populated because its spiritual veins were relocated thousands of years ago.

"If we fight here, it won't attract the attention of the Jade Water Pavilion."

With a wave of his sleeve, Zhang Heng created a thunderous sound and transformed into a streak of lightning, disappearing into the distance.

Yu Xishan frowned slightly as he watched the lightning flash by, and then cast a transmission talisman.

Then, with a flick of his finger, a blurry star appeared, which then vanished as a beam of starlight.

Two hours later.

East of Qianbo Lake, 20,000 li away, the rolling mountains resemble black crows spreading their wings, with a thousand-zhang peak at the crow's head like a crown, piercing straight into the sky.

A deafening roar echoed as azure lightning struck. Zhang Heng waved his sleeve, and a palm-sized azure warship flew out.

The Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat was surrounded by purple flames. Even without being activated, its own aura had already caused leaden clouds within a hundred miles to churn.

"Buzz!"

A ray of starlight flowed and spread rapidly, eventually transforming into a celestial map, with the hexagrams Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li flowing through it.

As You Xishan turned the pages of his book, a phantom image of a divination platform appeared with each step of his boots.

The two exchanged a glance, then closed their eyes to regulate their breathing, seemingly waiting for the cultivator to arrive.

A few moments.

A burst of fire appeared, and Xiao Changce, clad in a crimson robe, took the lead, landing a hundred miles away, watching the two vast and powerful auras from afar.

"Junior Brother Hengyi has also broken through to the Great True Person realm."

He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. Fang Yi was a disciple, and Zhang Hengyi was also his direct junior brother.

Both sides are equally dear to me; if we were to fight, whether I make a move or not, I'd be caught in the middle.

"Buzz!"

Several streaks of spiritual light, tinged with cyan, blue, gray, and white, swirled around, followed by several more streaks of light descending.

Qin Yu pointed his fingertip, and a blue light flowed, transforming into a Dharma platform. He was about to extend an invitation when he saw Xiao Changce shake his head slightly.

"Qin Yu, you can go with Zhao'er and Heng'er."

Xiao Changce looked solemnly at the Guiyuan Gourds on You Xishan and Zhang Hengyi's waists and refused.

His disciple Fang Yi was also about to arrive. Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan did not take Fang Yi, who was at the fourth level of Core Formation, seriously, nor did they regard him as an opponent.

As his master, he had already figured out some of Fang Yi's thoughts.

'Fang Yi's disciple has an incredibly firm Dao heart, and he has also obtained a great opportunity from the White Bone Sect. How could he give it up so easily?'
Even if You Xishan and Zhang Heng were to determine a victor, Fang Yi, having arrived, would surely be determined to fight.

Xiao Changce sighed inwardly, looked at Zhang Hengyi, and made up his mind.

"These are matters between fellow disciples, and they all concern True Immortals of the Wood Dao. As a cultivator who has just broken through to the fourth level of Core Formation, I'd better not interfere."
The key is to ensure the two don't actually fight and don't see each other as enemies.

Thinking of this, a jade lotus appeared beneath his feet, and rays of flame rose up, avoiding Zhang Hengyi's gaze.

"Has Senior Brother Changce already made his decision?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, then relaxed, showing that he didn't think too much of Fang Yi.

A cultivator at the fourth level of Core Formation, not even at the Golden Core stage, what good is exceptional talent in combat, or even if their spiritual healing path has reached the upper third rank?
Cultivators ultimately value their cultivation level above all else.

"It's fine if we don't take sides. Once I defeat You Xishan, I can suppress Fang Yi without harming Senior Brother Xiao."

"Buzz!"

A flash of crimson light disappeared in an instant. Zhu Huan's sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, his thin lips pursed, and his eyes revealed a resolute look as he carried a gilded longsword on his back.

His body shimmered with a crimson-gold hue, and the aura of a Core Formation cultivator subtly emanated from him. "Zhu Huan greets all senior brothers!"

He bowed respectfully, and after that, a platform rose beneath his feet, supporting his imposing figure.

"Wow!"

A yellow light swirled around him as Huang Daiyue, clad in Earth Armor and gripping a Mountain-Suppressing Hammer, rode the turbid waves.

"Greetings, Master; greetings, fellow disciples."

"A solid foundation indeed, befitting a superior-grade Dao foundation."

Zhang Heng opened his eyes, glanced at Huang Daiyue who was as calm and composed as a mountain, and showed a satisfied expression.

"You must refine your golden elixir on Mount Tai, and diligently cultivate in the future, lest you delay your promising path."

A moment later, a gray streak of light appeared, and Meng Lingxuan, wearing a gentleman's crown and holding jade divination sticks, also arrived.

Looking at the cultivators present, whose auras were either mysteriously profound or as solid as mountains, his anxiety about breaking through to the Core Formation Realm dissipated like ice melting and snow thawing.

"Lingxuan greets Martial Uncle Xishan and fellow disciples."

He bowed respectfully, and a stream of spiritual light flowed beneath his feet, naturally drifting him to the side of Youxi Mountain.

"Yes, being able to condense a true core shows that I haven't failed Junior Brother Gongni in his teachings."

When You Xishan saw that everyone had arrived, he exchanged a glance with Zhang Hengyi, and then waved his sleeve.

"Buzz!"

Six dark stone tablets, each about three zhang tall, were used to seal spiritual treasures and prevent their refinement. They flew out from his sleeve and landed in front of Zhu Huan, Huang Daiyue, Meng Lingxuan, Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng respectively.

"You six are among the Nine Sons of Xuan Yang, and are also disciples of the Ancestral Hall, Xuan Yang, and Tianji Peak."

He is the eighth-generation disciple who will inherit the sect's lineage in the future.
The reason I have summoned you all here is that I wish to discuss the Dao with my junior brother Hengyi.

"Your actions in activating the Six Spirits Consecrating Gods Stele to suppress the aftershocks of the battle and comprehend the mechanism of the clash will greatly benefit your future cultivation."

Zhang Hengyi also opened his eyes, his face showing kindness, and gave instructions.

"Afterwards, how much benefit you will gain from my alliance with Senior Brother Xishan will depend on your foundation."
But do not force your spiritual senses. You are not rogue cultivators. Do not damage your foundation for a momentary opportunity, lest it hinder your future path.”

"Yes!"

"As you obey Master's decree!"

"Thank you for your guidance, Martial Uncle."

"Buzz!"

The six dark stone tablets, infused with the power of the Core Formation technique, emitted a brilliant light, suppressing all directions.

The turbulent clash of spiritual energy gradually subsided under the suppression of the Six Spirits Sealing God Stele.

"Cough cough!"

Huo Zhao held the Six Spirits Conferred God Stele in his hands, coughed lightly a few times, and felt the stele tirelessly devouring magical power like a gluttonous beast.
His face was pale and he looked exhausted. Compared to the other five Core Formation cultivators, he was still suffering from old injuries and was ultimately at a disadvantage.

"Wow!"

The Five Flavors Pot of Spiritual Treasures was raised, and wisps of fragrance descended. Huo Zhao felt the warm spiritual energy nourishing his body, and his magical power slowly recovered.

Even her pale complexion had lost its fatigue and regained a rosy glow.

"The founder?"

He turned his head and looked at the cultivator on the jade lotus platform.

"This is a rare opportunity; don't let old wounds cause you to miss it." Xiao Changce nodded slightly, his eyes gentle, without a trace of anger.

"I, your grandmaster, am powerless to help with your injuries; we must wait for your master to come and deal with them."

But I am quite old and have some resources, enough to allow you to calmly comprehend the magic until the battle ends.

"It's rare to see a Grandmaster engage in such a contest, and he even intends to guide a younger generation. You should carefully study and understand it, lest you waste your master's good intentions."

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Huo Zhao looked grateful; he knew all too well the damage to his true core in his dantian and qi sea.

With his old wounds not yet healed, he was determined not to last until the very end in a fight between two great masters.

Feel the spiritual light sealing the spirits, spreading over hundreds of miles, like a swamp, drawing in waves of suction and sluggish spiritual energy.

You Xishan nodded slightly. All the accomplished Core Formation cultivators from the past eight generations were here. He only needed to defeat Zhang Hengyi to establish himself as the number one cultivator of Xuanyang Mountain in this generation.
As for Chi Meizi, he was there as compensation for the lineages of the patriarch and Wu Gengzi.

Even if he breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, he will still have a two-hundred-year period of benefit. The Xuan Yang main lineage will not interfere, but will only act as a backer.

"Do it?"

"Do it!"

You Xishan and Zhang Heng exchanged a glance, both seeing the thorn in each other's side, their confidence and overwhelming desire to win.

They were all chosen ones, overcoming numerous hardships and obstacles to reach the realm of Great True Person.

Without a fight, how can one be truly convinced and accept a subordinate position?

Zhang Heng waved his sleeve and landed on the deck of the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat, then immediately cast a magic seal.

"Boom!"

The azure warship spewed out lightning, while leaden clouds rolled for miles, and immense pressure poured down in an instant.

With a flick of his finger, the Great Void Shaking Cloud Ship was surrounded by purple light. At the bow of the magnificent ship, a thunder beast opened its huge mouth, and lightning gathered.

"Imperial Decree: Azure Primordial Divine Thunder Cannon"

"Oh!"

A dull rumble echoed for miles as purple lightning cannons rained down.

"Black Tortoise Guardian Star Seal!"

With a "whoosh," the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram unfolded and shook, and the seven northern constellations—Dou, Niu, Nu, Xu, Wei, Shi, and Bi—evolved, outlining a phantom image of Xuanwu (Black Tortoise).

The Azure Primordial Divine Thunder Cannon struck down, its purple lightning fierce, while the black starlight transformed into a tortoise shell, remaining undisturbed.

"boom!"

A vast spiritual tide surged, and even those like Huo Zhao, Qin Yu, and Zhu Huan, who activated the Six Spirits Consecration Stele, were forced to retreat repeatedly by the aftershocks of the battle, even a hundred miles away.

"This is the Great Master?!"

The fierce wind blew like a steel knife scraping bone, and the thousand-foot peak of Black Crow Ridge was cut in half by the aftershocks of the battle between the two great masters.

"Click!" "Click!"

The rocks cracked, and black fissures spread across the mountainside. The wild beasts on the peak seemed to sense the life-or-death crisis and fled frantically.

But it was too late.
"Star Pointing Finger!"

"Azure Thunder Technique!"

"Boom!"

Starlight swirled, surrounded by the power of Jia wood, and with a flick of his fingertip, You Xishan unleashed another wondrous technique.

Zhang Hengyi was not to be outdone. He made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and on the Great Sky Shaking Cloud Boat, streaks of lightning transformed into plasma, condensing into a dark blue lightning pearl that struck down.

"Oh!"

The collision of the Star Pointing Thunder Pearl caused the mountains to collapse and the earth to split open, with the thousand-foot-tall peak completely falling down.

"This is the Great Master?"

Li Heng, holding the Six Spirits Conferred God Stele in his hands, exclaimed in astonishment, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints:

"The aftershocks of the battle alone shattered Black Crow Ridge."

'My master is strong, but can he truly fight against such a great master?'

Li Heng felt a sense of worry. The aftershocks of Zhang Heng's fight with You Xishan alone were enough to make the Core Formation cultivators watching from the sidelines tremble with fear.

Once he reached the point of condensing his Golden Core and was a direct descendant of the Ancestral Hall, he was told all the secrets of the sect, without being told what was hidden.

But there's a 99% chance they won't hide it from him.

He knew that Chi Meizi was in seclusion seeking a breakthrough, and he knew that the Great Yu Fire Worship Cult was eyeing him covetously.
He was aware that the battle to destroy the Biyue Pavilion was to select the next leader of Xuanyang Mountain.

Li Hengchao, forced back by the aftershocks of the fight, spoke to his two fellow disciples beside him.

"Senior Brother Qin Yu, Junior Brother Huo, since Master is here, let's try to persuade him together."

"As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. The difference between this Great Master and the Sect Leader is like heaven and earth."

Huo Zhao wanted to speak up and refute, but after much deliberation, he compared the results of the two sides' actions.

He finally managed a bitter smile, his eyes still filled with lingering shock.

As a disciple of the Five Extremes Peak, how could he not hope that his master, Fang Yi, would become the next leader of Xuan Yang Mountain?

But the majesty that the Great Master was displaying prevented him from even harboring a glimmer of hope.

"His Master"

"boom!"

The endless starlight transformed into a sword blade, slashing down, while the gaze of the jade ruler struck down.

"clang!"

A piercing sound of gold and jade clashing rang out, and a spiritual tide of silver and blue swept in.

"Suppress the spiritual tide first!"

Huo Zhao's expression changed as he was interrupted by the vast spiritual tide, forcing him to activate his magic power and summon the Six Spirits Consecration Stele.

"Buzz!"

The dark stone tablet trembled, and an invisible spiritual light rose up, sometimes teasing, sometimes entangling, sometimes circling, sometimes absorbing, sometimes sucking.
Like dancing serpents, they deftly deflected the surging spiritual tide with minimal effort.

Sensing the unwavering and steadfast aura of Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan, Huo Zhao completely dispelled his unrealistic fantasies.

"It was just a trial exchange, yet it possessed such power."
Is this the Great Master?
When Yin Yue made her move, it was clearly not as powerful as it is now; the aftershocks stretched for two hundred miles, destroying mountains and shattering peaks.
"If it weren't for the six True Immortals activating the Six Spirits Consecration Stele to suppress it, it's likely that the situation could be sensed even tens of thousands of miles away."

His pupils darkened slightly as he murmured softly.

"If even a Great True Person possesses such power, then what kind of great power must a Nascent Soul True Monarch be?"

Li Heng spoke in a deep voice, having made up his mind completely.

"According to the sect's records, the sect leader possesses a top-grade magic weapon and is capable of fighting against a Grand Master."

"The Great Master you're fighting must be a poor cultivator without any top-grade magic weapons."

He activated the Six Spirits Consecration Stele, suppressing the spiritual tides several times, before looking solemnly at Qin Yu and Li Heng.

"Both the Master and the Great Master are called Masters, but the difference between them is like heaven and earth."

Whether it is the Great Master Xishan or the Great Master Hengyi, they have cultivated for many years and accumulated more profound knowledge than their master.

Once Master breaks through to the late stage of Core Formation, then we will compete with the two Great Immortals.

It's best to avoid confrontation for now.

"Five Lotuses Nourish Qi!"

Qin Yu, dressed in a black robe, held up three five-colored lotus flowers with his fingertips and used the Five Lotus Nourishing Qi Technique to restore the three people's magical power.

Sensing his two junior brothers' magical power slowly recovering, he nodded slightly and said:

“Junior Brother Li and Junior Brother Huo, your master’s background is far inferior to that of the two great masters, Xishan and Hengyi.”

In terms of natural talent, even Master is only a mid-grade wood spirit root, let alone far inferior to the two great immortals.

Of the hundred disciples in the sect capable of Foundation Establishment, ninety-nine surpass their master.

Qin Yu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he remained silent.

As the eldest disciple, he had spent nearly two hundred years with his master, accompanying him to establish himself in Fengling Immortal City, conquering all of Sudu Mountain, and ultimately laying the foundation for the Black Abyss.
Afterwards, he became the sect leader, condensed his true core, and fought against the demon tide.
"boom!"

Again, streaks of starlight shone brightly, accompanied by the roar of thunder.

The once continuous Black Crow Mountains have had their crown-like peaks shattered.

After Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan engaged in a tentative exchange of blows, the place was completely reduced to ruins.

Within a radius of two hundred miles, the vegetation had long since turned to ashes, the birds and beasts were all dead, and the ground had collapsed.

Even so, Qin Yu still had complete confidence in his master.

He unleashed his power, activating the Six Spirits Consecrating God Stele with all his might to suppress the scattered lightning and the shooting starlight blades.

"Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Huo, Master's wisdom is more than ten times that of you and me."
"When Master speaks, he is always well-informed."

A memory bead flashed past Qin Yu's sleeve as he gazed at the impenetrable, all-encompassing magical barrier and spoke.

"When the teacher has something to do, the disciple will do the work."

As disciples and juniors, we present this to our Master, and he will make his own judgment.
As for the outcome of the battle with the Great Master, that is up to our master's discretion; it is not for us juniors to speak.

Even if things go wrong, with Grandmaster Changce around, Master will at most lose one move.

"Yu'er does have confidence in her teacher."

The gentle words rang in Qin Yu's ears, and he looked pleasantly surprised, as if he had found his pillar of support again.

"Master!"

"Disciple Qin Yu pays respects to Master, wishing Master eternal immortality and a perpetually prosperous path in cultivation."

Fang Yi wore a jade crown and a blue robe, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his aura was pure and refined.

He appeared behind Qin Yu at some unknown time, gazing at two auras two hundred miles away, one vast and the other majestic.

"Yu'er, please pay attention."
"Afterwards, this stone tablet and magical artifact may not be able to suppress it."

The lingering sound faded away as Fang Yi's aura receded, his body enveloped in lush green vitality, a wisp of withered Daoist charm flowing within.
Two hundred miles away.

Zhang Heng was dressed in a plain brocade robe, with a seven-foot-long bamboo swaying behind him. The bamboo roots spread out, and tender bamboo shoots sprouted from the roots.
"Green Bamboo Spirit Ascension Dojo, swiftly!"

He gazed solemnly at the monk who was almost unharmed.

"Senior Brother Xishan, let's not hold back and test each other. Let's go all out and decide the victor."
If this delays important matters within the sect, it will be a huge problem.

You Xishan paused as he turned the pages of his book, glanced at Zhang Hengyi, and nodded slightly.

"Edict!"

"The Eight Trigrams of the Heavenly Cycle!"

Strands of starlight expanded, the hexagrams of heaven and earth shifted, and the rudiments of the Daoist temple began to take shape, sweeping towards Zhang Heng.

"Edict!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Zhang Hengyi created a phantom image of emerald bamboo behind him, and bamboo leaves fell, forming the prototype of the Daoist temple.

"Boom!"

Two vortexes spun, continuously drawing spiritual energy from all directions. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the spiritual energy was completely drained, turning the area into a spiritually impoverished land.

The Green Bamboo Spirit Ascension Dojo crushed towards the Zhou Tian Bagua Dojo.

"Buzz!"

A wisp of life force evolved and suddenly entered the space between the two temples.

"When two great masters duel to decide who will take charge, how could they forget their junior brother?"

Zhang Heng turned his head and looked at it, his eyes showing surprise.

"Fang Yi!"

"Fang Yi?!"

You Xishan had a strange expression as he looked at the Returning Origin Gourd at Fang Yi's waist and muttered to himself.

'The old man values ​​Fang Yi so much that he'll share a portion of the Guiyuan wine yeast with him.'

"Wow!"

Lush green life gathered, a rainbow bridge spread out, and ancient runes flowed, snatching food from the jaws of two nascent dojos.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

With steady footsteps, Fang Yi, tall and imposing, dressed in a blue robe, walked slowly across the rainbow bridge.

"Uncle-Master Hengyi, Senior Brother Xishan, I, your junior brother, greet you."

(End of this chapter)