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

Chapter 860 The Fiery Blaze Comes from the West, the Demonic Trail of Mount Li

"They're quite clever."

Inside the Ancestral Hall, the ghostly aura of the yin locust tree lingers, its branches swaying.

Holding a star talisman and sensing Fang Yi sinking into the ground, Huang Guangsheng was surrounded by brown earth energy, and his withered, wood-like fingers reached out.

The power of earth element was activated, and spiritual seeds fell, took root, sprouted, and grew leaves.
Eventually, the branches withered and transformed into thirty-six leaf-shaped runes.

The plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, chrysanthemums, epiphyllum, pine, lotus, and peach wood charms are vivid images of the precious plants he once cultivated, full of vitality.

"Wonderful Method: Twelve Yuan Chen Spirit Wood Concealing Talisman"

"Buzz!"

The thirty-six runes split into three, and Huang Guangsheng's gaze swept over Zhang Hengyi and Xiao Changce in the Ancestral Hall.

"The Nascent Soul True Monarch is approaching. Chang Ce, you should follow Fang Yi and retreat underground to await the outcome."

"Master." Xiao Changce's eyes were filled with sorrow. Even with a thousand years of accumulation, he was still in grave danger when fighting against a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

A Core Formation cultivator is called a True Person, but that only means they have attained the true essence of the Dao, while a Nascent Soul True Monarch is different.
They stand out from the crowd and possess the power to move mountains and overturn seas.

Whether or not Chi Meizi successfully condenses his nascent soul, it will be difficult to see him again.

"Why act so childishly? If it weren't for the matters of the sect, I would have already passed away long ago."
Why struggle so bitterly?

Huang Guangsheng extended his rough, wood-grained left hand and gently patted Xiao Changce's arm, his face showing affection.

"You are only at the fourth level of Core Formation, yet you have introduced the power of the demonic vein into the [Mysterious Gluttony Hundred-Day Banquet] inheritance."

If things become impossible, let's escape to Mount Sudu together with Fang Yi.

As your teacher, I will do my best to buy you and Fang Yi time, and please do not worry about the lineage of the Ancestral Hall.

"Master." Xiao Changce's eyes were deep and mysterious. He knelt down on both knees, his face solemn, and respectfully performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows.

"Disciple bids farewell to Master."

"Go away, go away! We cultivators are defying the path to immortality; there's no need for such childish behavior."

With a wave of his sleeve, Huang Guangsheng combined the twelve spirit leaf talismans into one, transforming them into the Twelve Yuan Chen Spirit Wood Concealing Talismans, which then carried Xiao Changce deep into the earth.

"Changce, if things don't go your way, listen to what Fang Yi has to say and don't make decisions on your own."

That young man has a very firm Daoist heart, a quick mind, and has also inherited the legacy of the Green Wood Palace. He most likely has a hidden hand planted in Sudu Mountain.”

He hesitated for a moment, then split the remaining two concealment talismans in two. He then patted his storage bag, and a gray spiritual light followed closely behind.

The former disappeared beneath the spirit peak, concealing Fang Yi's aura.

The latter sped out, fell into the lava lake, and continued to go deeper until it finally passed through the lava lake and landed on a furnace surrounded by gilded flames.

“Young Xu, now that you have entered my Ancestral Hall, although you have not inherited the lineage, you are still a cultivator of my lineage.”

I'll lend you a hand; what happens after that is up to fate.

"Master Guangsheng?"

The ancient ring in Xu Qingshe's hand rippled with bronze waves, and his invisible divine consciousness transformed into true flames that burned away all the dissipated energy.

He looked astonished, never expecting that Grandmaster Guang Sheng would take action to conceal the movement of his aura.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Guang Sheng."

Three thousand feet underground, in a dark stone cave, Qi Jie took out several spirit-sealing stones that had already been refined.

Qi Jie activated his demonic power, unleashing the spiritual light of the Earth element to connect with the earth's veins.

Fang Yi reached out, and the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner fluttered, magical power flowed, and the Life and Death Withering and Flourishing Scripture was circulated to its limit, erasing the dissipated energy.

"Buzz!"

The Twelve Yuan Chen Spirit Wood Concealing Talismans descended, transforming into spring orchids, autumn chrysanthemums, winter plum blossoms, blue lotuses, and green bamboos.
Numerous spiritual woods flowed with Daoist energy, earth and wood combined, and the energy completely merged into the earth's veins, with no leakage whatsoever.

He straightened his clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles in his robes, and with a solemn expression, bowed deeply towards the ancestral hall.

"Thank you, Master Guang Sheng."

Grandmaster Guang Sheng faced a life-or-death crisis, and even expended his vital energy to enhance secret talismans in order to conceal his aura, as he had only inherited a portion of the Daoist lineage.
Fang Yi thought to himself that the patriarch Guang Sheng truly deserved the title of patriarch and was worthy of his sincere worship.

"what
It's rare to see such sincerity from you, young man.
If I may presume to offer a word of advice, it is true that after reaching the level of a Great True Person, one must harmonize the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit. Cultivation becomes extremely difficult, more than ten times more so than before the formation of the elixir.

You're being held back by your aptitude again, making your cultivation even more painful.

However, don't pay attention to what others say. So what if you have a mid-grade spiritual root?

When I first began my cultivation, none of my fellow disciples, teachers, or clansmen respected me, and I sought the arts of immortality but could not obtain them.

Fang went to Qianzhi Garden to cultivate spiritual rice, and for thirty years he never left the spiritual fields.

Those among the outstanding cultivators of their generation have already established their Dao foundation and become disciples of the True Person.

But what happens in the end?

It's all bullshit!

I have achieved perfect enlightenment and now roam freely through the clouds, lawless and unrestrained.

Within the Jianyang Secret Realm, countless outstanding talents and geniuses with innate spiritual bodies have been slain.

at last.
May you, young one, achieve your wishes, have a smooth path to immortality, and ultimately condense your nascent soul to become a true lord.

"To allow someone of my lowly talent to see the view from the mountaintop."

As Huang Guangsheng's teasing voice faded, a gray, precious light leaped from the talisman.

The light dissipated, transforming into a gray ancient mirror engraved with witchcraft patterns.

"This Yin Wood Reflection Mirror is my personal treasure, and I bestow it upon you today."

"Senior Brother Chi Mei's formation of Nascent Soul is a great opportunity. How much you can comprehend depends on your own abilities, your inherent potential, and your blessings."

As the voice faded away, Huang Guangsheng's aura completely dissipated within the treasure enclosure.

Fang Yi extended his slender five fingers, lifted the precious mirror, and with his magical power flowing freely, he instantly refined the six magical restrictions without any hindrance.

"Buzz!"

Within the Xuan Yang Fire Vein, Chi Meizi sat cross-legged on the altar, his aura vast and constantly absorbing spiritual energy.

The stream-like spiritual energy converged and transformed into fire elemental energy, swirling and billowing like mist.

He frowned slightly, gazing at the three ancient mirrors beside the altar. They were respectively shimmering with starlight, emitting brown precious light, and surrounded by glazed purple energy, constantly recording the flow of Daoist rhymes and the rising of vital energy.

He paused on the ancient mirror, its brown surface shimmering with a strange expression.

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng did not give the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror to his eldest disciple, Junior Nephew Chang Ce, nor to Junior Nephew Heng Yi, who was refining the Golden Core."
Instead, the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror was given to Qingyangzi Fang Yi, who had the worst aptitude?
In the end, in the end, they no longer cared about the lineage of the ancestral hall.

"This is seeing one's own reflection above Fang Yi."
Two hundred years ago, my junior brother was just as spirited as Fang Yi.

Unfortunately, he was ultimately limited by his abilities and failed to take the final step.

Chi Meizi shook his head slightly, sighed softly, and understood the meaning behind it.

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng, if I succeed in achieving the Nascent Soul stage, I will take care of Qingyangzi Fang Yi."

Ancestral Hall.

Seemingly sensing what Chi Meizi meant, Huang Guangsheng, dressed in hemp clothing and resembling an old farmer, nodded slightly, putting aside his last concern.

He glanced at a young cultivator standing to the side, who wore a purple-gold crown, had a handsome face, wore a brocade robe, and had a jade ring around his waist, exuding an air of nobility.

"Hengyi, you have inherited the fundamental lineage of the Ancestral Hall, and you and Fangyi are both True Man of the Wood Dao."

But one withers and the other prospers, their paths are different.

The Great Yu was a hundred times more prosperous than the Great Yun, and it nurtured two Perfected Core Formation Realm cultivators, and even two Nascent Soul True Monarchs.”

"This disciple has inherited the ancestral hall's millennia-long accumulation and will not make things difficult for my junior disciple Qingyang, nor will I contend with him for the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror."

Zhang Heng's black hair cascaded down his shoulders, with a twisting green vine adorning his temples, giving him an overall vibrant and lively appearance.

Huang Guangsheng gave him a deep look, then slapped his hand down with his five fingers.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

One by one, the extinguished soul lamps on the altar lit up, ancient and rustic shamanic patterns flowed, the spring breeze blew, and the sounds of sacrifice echoed.

"Hengyi, prepare yourself, recuperate, and restore your magical power. Your life or death will depend on what happens in a few days."

Zhang Heng's expression was solemn as he sat cross-legged, his dantian (energy center) rotating.

Ancient vines in her hair have transformed into spring mulberry trees, her left eye is tinged with a pale blue, radiating endless vitality, while her right eye is golden brown, like a fertile land.
A blurry figure slowly emerged in the Ancestral Hall.

At Tianji Peak, flames spread and the heat was oppressive.

The once towering waterfall, three thousand feet high, has long since dried up, and birds and beasts have vanished, leaving only scattered, withered branches and leaves of third-tier spirit trees.

On the Star-Picking Platform, You Xishan stood with his hands behind his back, and streaks of star patterns emerged from his limbs and bones.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

As starlight converged and the bronze ritual implements rotated, they evolved into a celestial globe, slowly drawing You Xishan into it.

The stars Tianfu, Tianliang, Tianji, Tiantong, Tianxiang, and Qisha all lit up.

"The Nascent Soul has entered the Great Cloud; finally, it's time for the last one."

Amidst layers of starlight, Tian Quezi, with his sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and silver hair flowing down his shoulders, withdrew his gaze from Tianji Peak, the Ancestral Hall, and the several hidden auras underground.

With a wave of his sleeve, his magical power surged, transforming into several beams of light that fell down, completely disrupting the underground energy and interfering with the divination.

To conceal their true form, the Core Formation cultivators completely concealed the secrets of heaven.

"Through countless schemes and calculations, the true nature of both sides is ultimately revealed."
One force can overcome ten techniques
"Tsk, it's a pity there are no Nascent Soul cultivators in Xuan Yang Mountain, otherwise why would they risk their lives like this?"

The hexagrams of Qiankun change in Tianquezi's eyes, and the energy mechanism is completely in harmony with the fortune of Xuanyang Mountain.

Meanwhile, in the cultivation world, the White Bone Sect was massacred, the Azure Water Pavilion was destroyed, and the Joyful Union Sect and Heavenly Blade Dock were secretly manipulated by their founders, who were also controlling the flow of fortune.

The fortune of Xuan Yang Mountain can already represent the fortune of the entire Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World.

Have we arrived at Biyue Pavilion and Qianbo Lake?
He murmured softly, then closed his eyes to rest, locking in the slowly fading vitality, connecting with the twenty-eight constellations, and continuing to conceal the strange phenomena over a thousand miles.

"boom!"

The fire veins rise, and the blessed land, surrounded by crimson-gold spiritual flames, unfolds like a lotus flower.

As lotus petals fell away one by one, Chi Meizi's energy surged again and connected with the outside world, and a vast vortex began to take shape.

As the vortex spun, sparks of purple lightning flew continuously.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

A heart-pounding sound rang out, and under the power of fire element, the Radiant Crimson Fire Blessed Land was completely transformed into a large cocoon.

The cocoon is constantly accumulating strength, waiting to break free.

At Qianbo Lake, a blazing sun hangs high, stretching a thousand miles away. Huo Lie Zhenjun gazes at the Xuan Yang cultivators cultivating spiritual fields and tending to the spiritual veins within the Biyue Pavilion's mountain gate; among them are many pseudo-Dan cultivators.

He frowned, his fingertips changing into a series of hand seals. "They still dare to leave cultivators here? Could it be that Yuan'er's capture has nothing to do with Xuan Yang Mountain?"

"Forget it, they're all just ants anyway. Regardless of whether they're related to the Xuan Yang sect or not, the spiritual veins of the Ten Thousand Mile Ice Plains are advancing."

With a new barrier in place, and the courage to kill Yu Yuanzi, this small sect is now useless.

The mist surrounding the sun dissipated, and white rays of light fell, transforming into a rain of needles that shot down.

"Zhenjun Nascent Soul!"

"How could the Great Cloud Sect have a Nascent Soul True Monarch?"

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

Blood splattered everywhere. The cultivators who had been laughing and joking just moments before at the Azure Water Pavilion were all killed, and the calm, icy lake water began to boil.

Looking at the island with its churning lava, Lord Fireblaze showed satisfaction.

"The sect occupies a vast ice plain, and this place has a third-grade high-quality spiritual vein. A branch can be established here in the future."

His fingertips danced, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Li Shan?
Yuan'er's vital energy is in Lishan.

Didn't I tell you that among the Great Clouds, Mount Li is the most dangerous, and you should never enter it?
"Alright, we'll have to pass by Mount Li on either way to get to the Xuan Yang Sect. Let's go and see if that old monster is up to his old tricks again."

Two days later.

Amidst howling winds and towering, precipitous cliffs, perpetually shrouded in darkness, a fiery red gourd races through the air.

Fire Lord looked into the dark abyss, his fingertips changed their hand seals, and scorching energy surged.

"Something has really happened at Lishan!"

Deep within the silent Lishan Mountain, in a bottomless abyss, a black coffin inlaid with precious pearls and with spiritual patterns that wriggle like tadpoles was opened.

The red-haired old corpse suddenly opened his eyes, watching the sun sink below the horizon.

His vital energy was low, and he was on the verge of a complete collapse; his corpse trembled.

"A Nascent Soul True Monarch?"
"This place of exile in Dayun doesn't even have fourth-tier spiritual objects, let alone a Nascent Soul True Monarch!"

"escape!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he coughed up a mouthful of gray marrow, closed the black coffin, and, disregarding the danger, fled into the depths of the earth.

The white sun slowly descended, its radiant light continuously burning away the gloomy, corpse-like aura.

A bottomless abyss, where yin energy condenses into frost, chilling to the bone.

After a crimson light shot out and killed more than ten third-tier corpse kings, a mournful roar erupted, and a withered corpse with a ghostly green claw reached out.

"Noisy!"

The giant crimson gourd beneath his feet spewed out a tornado, which refined and killed the Corpse King, who was at the eighth level of the Core Formation stage.
Huo Lie frowned slightly as he saw an ancient, broken half-stone tablet appear.

"Yuan'er's last breath is here."

Gazing at the dragon emblem flowing across the surface of the stele [...] […][…][Demon Suppression Stele], the broken stele seemed to have been passed down from the primordial era, and a spiritual light surpassing that of a magical artifact emerged.

"The Great Demon-Suppressing Stele has actually been activated to this extent?"

He felt the oppressive, churning yin energy emanating from the stone tablet, its chilling corpse energy transforming into tentacles, thick and seeping into and constantly corroding the ancient tablet.

"The Great Demon-Suppressing Stele, this wondrous treasure, has been utterly destroyed?"

"Was Yuan'er framed by the Yin Realm?"

Huo Lie exhaled a breath of stale air, his expression solemn, gazing at the layers of ripples.
A nine-tiered altar is carved with phantom images of demons such as the Puppeteer, One-Eyed, and Three-Eyed, surrounded by wisps of demonic energy.

"The Xuan Yin Altar?"

He snorted coldly, and a crimson-gold ancient stele rose behind him, radiating white light as it pressed down on the altar.

"Boom!"

The writhing corpse energy was instantly extinguished, and in the dark abyss, a blinding white light shone.

It was clear that the Xuan Yin Altar was about to be destroyed.

"Youngster, you're so brave!"

Amidst the layers of silver ripples, a sinister and savage divine consciousness flowed gently through the space crack, which was only a foot wide.

"Buzz!"

The Xuan Yin Altar trembled, and the demonic phantoms carved on the nine-layered altar, such as the puppeteer, the one-eyed demon, and the three-eyed demon, lay prostrate on the ground.

A three-eyed demonic figure, covered in scales, with eight arms waving and hands forming hand seals, holding either a bone bell or a demonic wheel, stood on the altar, exuding a fierce aura.

The shadowy figure spoke softly, its gaze falling like a venomous snake.

"The Great Yan Brightness Stele?"

If any descendant of Xuanmingzi of the Zoroastrian sect knows what's good for them and leaves now, I will forgive and forget.
otherwise"

"What else?"

Fire Lord looked wary, and behind him, the Great Flame Bright Monument, forged from ten-thousand-year-old fiery gold, rose rounds of precious light, blooming like lotus flowers.

"Boom!"

White flames rolled and swept towards the Xuan Yin altar.

"If you could come in your true form, I would be somewhat afraid, but it's just a wisp of your spirit."
Even if he's a Nascent Soul stage demon, so what?

"Ah!"

"Buzz!"

The Great Yan Bright Monument descended, and with a single strike, it severely injured the three-eyed, eight-armed demonic shadow.

Fire blazed down with his tender, youthful fingers.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The crimson stone tablet was filled with arrogance, and the Xuan Yin altar was shattered.

"Damn it!
"If this Xuan Yin Altar is completed, how could it be a tiger fallen into the plains?"

He waved his eight arms, the evil wheel spun, and demonic runes leaped out one after another.

"Tear it!"

Amidst the silver ripples, a spatial crack about a foot long was slowly widened.

"Oh
Daydreaming! Not only is the Great Demon-Suppressing Stele forbidden, but major repairs to the Qiongzhou Legend are also forbidden.
You can't even get past me.

The Fiery True Lord danced with his long hair, let out a cold laugh, and appeared as if a god of fire had descended to earth.

"Great Divine Power: Burning Mountains!"

The Great Yan Bright Monument trembled, and its vast energy transformed into fire crows flapping their wings, crimson dragons turning the sky, and fiery phoenixes exhaling their breath.

"boom!"

"That brat deserves to die!"

In an instant, a sea of ​​fire appeared, the raging flames igniting the demonic shadow, and the gloomy demonic energy was continuously evaporated.

A quarter of an hour later.

A precious glass mirror flew out from Huo Lie's arms.

"Ok?"

His expression suddenly changed.

"The great cloud of fortune is rising, and the Daoist energy is connecting heaven and earth. This indicates that a cultivator has condensed their Nascent Soul!"

Gazing at the abyss that had turned into lava, he chuckled softly, like a giant beast ready to devour its prey.

"A junior from Xuanyang Mountain?"

Interesting, interesting!
"You really think this altar in the Netherworld can hold me back?"

"A Fire Path Nascent Soul is a highly nourishing spiritual substance; it should not be missed."

"Buzz!"

The white sun rose, casting forth a crimson stone tablet, from which beams of precious light shone.

The stone tablet was surrounded by nine beams of precious light, which were connected to the energy of the Great Demon-Suppressing Tablet, and the tablet absorbed and released spiritual energy to nourish it.

Half an hour later.

A dark, ancient crown was carefully raised, and the red-haired old corpse felt the scorching waves of fire and the bubbling lava lake.

"The Great Yu is more than ten times richer than the Great Yun. They can easily give up a magic treasure with nine perfected restrictions."
Fortunately, the miraculous coffin concealed my vital energy; otherwise, I would surely have perished.
"A Nascent Soul True Monarch wields a top-grade magic weapon. In the past few hundred years, Mount Li has only seen the appearance of Corpse Kings. How could it have attracted such a formidable enemy?"

He gazed at the shattered altar fragments in the lava lake, and at the eerie, ghostly aura flowing from the spatial rifts.
"Edict!"

The red-haired old corpse reached out with its five fingers, scooped up the broken altar, and spat out a stream of gray marrow.

"Buzz!"

A Xuan Yin altar, several times smaller than its original size, slowly took shape.

An hour later, as they gazed at the three-tiered altar mountain, demonic figures emerged, breathing in and out the yin spirits and ghostly energy flowing from the spatial rifts.
The red-haired old corpse looked satisfied and lay back down in the coffin.

"I'm exhausted, but thankfully Lishan is connected to a corner of the Yin Realm, so spatial rifts are constantly forming and the Yin ghost energy is continuous."

"Buzz!"

The coffin carrying the deceased shimmered with a ghostly light, disappearing into the abyss's depths.

The silent abyss was deserted. The red-haired old corpse had already fled to recuperate, and the corpse king guarding the altar had been completely burned to ashes.

Under the influence of yin energy, the lava lake gradually cooled and transformed into dark marble.

"Buzz!"

A ray of starlight appeared, landing on the Xuan Yin Altar and transforming into witch runes.

Faintly, the sounds of sacrificial rites could be heard, and a phantom image of a shaman appeared, bowing and worshipping.

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

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

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

　I've sorted out the outline. I'm late with today's update, but it's still 5,000 words.

　　I'll try my best to finish writing the Crimson Eyebrows Nascent Soul storyline tomorrow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)