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

Chapter 861 Witchcraft and Magic, Attaining the Nascent Soul (7000 words)
Mount Xuanyang, with its gushing lava, has been completely transformed into a sea of ​​lava over a radius of thousands of miles.

Above the silvery spiritual clouds, Tian Quezi looked up towards the west, surrounded by the sounds of sacrificial rituals.

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

"The fight in the south is about life, and the fight in the north is about death."

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were like an endless starry sea, with a hexagram flowing within them, unfathomable.

"Has Li Shan been dealt with?"
That old red-haired guy managed to dodge again; he really knows how to hide.

Tian Quezi shook his head slightly, feeling a pang of regret. Corpse cultivators and ghost cultivators had withered bodies, and only two of their three treasures—essence, energy, and spirit—remained. Therefore, their progress was slow, and they were very prone to encountering bottlenecks.

However, their lifespan is extremely long, far exceeding that of cultivators of the same level.

"However, it was delayed by one day after all."

With ten years of accumulation and these five days to extract the essence of the spiritual vein, Senior Brother Red Eyebrows will have enough time to take the final step.

How noble is the Nascent Soul True Lord!

"Xuanyang Mountain has been planning for a thousand years, with generations of patriarchs risking their lives and sparing no effort, and finally this glimmer of opportunity has been found."

"Wow!"

The rich spiritual energy gathered and transformed into a crimson tide, one wave higher than the next.

In the center of Xuanyang Mountain, a large red cocoon blooms like a lotus flower, with layer after layer of skin peeling away.

"crash"

The spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles was completely absorbed, and the spiritual veins underground, which were only a hair's breadth away from the fourth rank, were frantically drained of their essence.

"Boom!"

Thick, leaden clouds loomed, and dark cloud layers continued to spread, stretching for ten miles, a hundred miles, three hundred miles, five hundred miles.
The surrounding area was completely shrouded in dark, leaden clouds, making it pitch black and gloomy.

"Having passed the three stages of Nascent Soul Condensation, one's aura can encompass a thousand miles; the celestial phenomena of the Nascent Soul manifest."

Deep underground in a grotto, a Yinmu mirror hangs high, reflecting the scenery of the hundred-mile-long Xuanyang Mountain.

Fang Yi's expression was solemn as he reached out and stroked the mirror, emanating a continuous stream of intense Daoist energy.

He held a small, silver-white beast in his arms and murmured to himself.

"The three great hurdles are: breaking through the elixir to form an infant, the tribulation of inner demons, and the six-nine thunder tribulation to condense the infant."
In his previous life, he cultivated the "Three Yin Slaughtering God Technique," which depleted his lifespan. Due to insufficient foundation, his essence, blood, and qi were inadequate, and the three treasures could not be combined to nourish the true elixir.

The Nascent Soul celestial phenomenon is only seven hundred miles long, and they haven't even achieved the Breaking Core and Transformation into Nascent Soul stages yet.

"If the foundation is flawed, it is difficult to attain the Nascent Soul stage."

Fortunately, with the help of the Three Lives Stone, my cultivation of the Scripture of Life, Death, Prosperity and Decline in this life is profound, and my lifespan is long.”

"Buzz!"

The ancient mirror trembled, and a pure Daoist aura was unleashed, like the rising sun, warm and gentle.
A wisp of life rose from his hand, merging with the gentle and warm Daoist energy. In an instant, the vigorous life force surged tenfold.

"By nourishing the Daoist temple with the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, the precious elixir transforms into the embryo of heaven and earth, and by burning the origin of a quasi-fourth-order spiritual vein, the fire elemental power required to break through the elixir and form the infant is finally sufficient."

"This is the Xuan Yang Book, truly worthy of being a fourth-tier inheritance."
This is a rare opportunity; Nascent Soul Formation is a great secret for cultivators!

Even direct descendants and disciples of the Daoist lineage could never glimpse this scene of infant transformation.
"Only when Chi Meizi was absolutely certain of condensing his Nascent Soul could he leave a seedling in the Xuan Yang Daoist Temple and reveal his true nature."

Fang Yi's expression was solemn. Behind him, the phantom of a large Chinese toon tree appeared, with a mysterious spiritual vine entwined around its gnarled roots.

"Oh!"

Ancient trees and green vines transformed into Daoist principles, and the Qi of Jia and Yi woods flowed, transforming into a scroll of blue and white Tai Chi, sometimes rotating, sometimes transforming into Yin and Yang fish fighting each other.

As the warm and yang Daoist energy in the mirror was drawn into the blue and white Taiji diagram, the fighting between the Jia wood and Yi wood Daoist energies was relieved by a third.

The imagery is vaguely discernible as two trees merge into one, together depicting a vast and desolate scene.

"Transforming dryness into moisture, the fiery aura of the sky evolves into the warm, radiant energy of the rising sun, illuminating all things."
The fiery intent has now transformed into a gentle, yielding quality, greatly reducing the damage to the cultivator's soul and physical body.

"And all trees face the sun, especially the first rays of the rising sun at dawn, no wonder it can harmonize the conflicting Daoist principles of Jia wood and Yi wood."

"In the past, the Great Toon Tree and the Mysterious Heavenly Vine clashed, and the power of Jia Wood and Yi Wood was like a mortal enemy."

If not suppressed with immense magical power, this scene of the Jia-Yi Taiji Diagram would never have existed.

now"

Fang Yi changed his mind and withdrew the power that had been suppressing the Daoist rhyme.

"Tear it!"

The blue and white Tai Chi diagram tore apart in an instant, each evolving into the paths of Jia wood and Yi wood, transforming into two leaping spirit fish that bit each other.
"really!"

He was not surprised but delighted.
A faint blue mark appeared between the eyebrows of the white spirit fish symbolizing the Way of Yi Wood.

It is precisely the power of Jia wood.
The scales on the tail of the blue spirit fish, symbolizing the Way of Wood, also sprouted a white spirit pattern.
Although extremely weak, it possesses the power of Yi Wood.
"It wasn't that I used my magic to forcefully suppress it, and the two Daoist auras weren't expelled as quickly as before."

Fang Yi's body was half withered and dry, while the other half was full, translucent, and full of life.

“Great opportunity!

Unexpectedly, the Red Eyebrow's foundation was not based on the intensity, power, or flammability of fire.
Instead, it is the rising sun, the way of warmth and yang, which is most beneficial to spiritual wood.

"Did the ancestral master Guang Sheng receive assistance from warm yang energy in his early years, enabling him to cultivate the Dao of spiritual plants to the near-fourth level?"

Fang Yi's thoughts raced, and he seemed to be deep in thought, revealing his true abilities.

Three ancient runes on the golden core in the dantian leaped up, transforming into a rotating Dharma wheel, enhancing the power of perception.

Within his soul, the Three Lives Stone shone with black and white light, and the phantom of the Corpse God with silver hair stepped out.

Seventh level of Core Formation
Eighth level of Core Formation
Nine-level Core Formation
His divine sense surged to the ninth level of Core Formation in an instant, and poured into the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror.

The Yin Wood, which should have turned into a lifeless thing, seemed to be reviving and growing branches and leaves again under the nourishment of the warm purple energy.
Fang Yi's eyes were deep and unfathomable, like an ancient, icy pool.

He was excited, his fingertips dancing as he drew out streams of pure Daoist essence from the warm purple aura, reconciling the conflict between the Great Toon Tree and the Mysterious Heavenly Vine.

We must use the principle of the rising sun and its warming energy to explore the commonalities between Jia wood and Yi wood, in order to complete the "Classic of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing".

"Oh!"

An hour later, the blue and white Taiji diagram collapsed. Fang Yi made a quick calculation and spoke in a deep voice.

"not enough!
There's simply not enough time!

Chi Meizi truly lives up to his reputation as the culmination of Xuan Yang Mountain's millennia-long plan. His Nascent Soul stage now reveals his extraordinary depth.
The cultivator can influence celestial phenomena to break through the elixir and form an infant. At most, it will take three days to see whether he succeeds or not.
Moreover, after a thousand years of planning, the Zoroastrian True Lord poses a threat from the outside.

Xuan Yang Mountain would not allow the Red Eyebrows' breakthrough to be delayed for three days, adding to the perilous situation.

"But even if Chi Meizi successfully condenses his Nascent Soul, he will not be able to reveal his true nature again."

Those of the same cultivation level can use this to deduce his weaknesses.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; we must not miss it!

His expression was solemn, and a ruthless look appeared in his heart. The delicate surface of the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner swayed.

In the land of flourishing and decay.

Changsun Jie was dressed in hemp clothing, his eyes were closed, and roots within his body were wriggling, constantly drawing out the scarlet spiritual light from the quagmire of flesh and blood.

The light of life and death shifted and transformed into a young man wearing a lotus crown and a blue robe, surrounded by verdant spiritual light.

Fang Yi's illusory figure appeared, his fingers forming a hand seal, and he stepped into Changsun Jie's body.

"Crash!"

The ancient trees, gnarled and twisted, cascaded down like a waterfall of life and death, activating the cursed spirit.

The hazy gray elixir burned, radiating a precious light, and the natal magic treasure, the Disaster Relief and Fortune Accumulation Bag, was summoned.

The brocade pouch is covered with vivid purple auspicious clouds, with tassels falling, purple mist rolling, and thousands of auspicious wisps.

Five runes, representing 'fortune,' 'prosperity,' 'longevity,' 'happiness,' and 'wealth,' flowed across the brocade pouch.

"Transferring disasters and summoning gods, turning blessings into troubles, is called removing disasters and accumulating blessings."

"puff!"

Changsun Jie coughed up blood, his vital energy plummeted, and wrinkles appeared on his temples, making him visibly old.

A cold divine sense descended, stirring up a wisp of auspicious purple energy.

"This is it!"

Fang Yi wore a lotus crown and a blue robe, his fortune blending with the auspicious purple aura.

Amidst the complex Daoist chants, a faint light emanated.

"found it!

This is the way!

With a look of delight, he reached out with his long, slender fingers and absorbed all the warm yang energy overflowing from the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror.

"Buzz!"

The blue and white spirit fish collided, transforming into a Tai Chi treasure diagram. However, amidst the ever-colliding life force of Jia wood and the Daoist charm of Yi wood, a Tai Chi string with the character "Yi" emerged.

"Finally, we've found common ground."

Seeing that the warm yang energy in the mirror no longer overflowed, Fang Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes filled with joy.

"The most difficult step is to take the first step from nothing to something."
Then, based on this foundation, we proceed from one to two, to three, and to ten.
Until the Daoist principles of Jia Wood and Yi Wood are completely harmonized, they evolve into one's own Dao.

As stated in the "Scripture of Life and Death," it refers to a supreme being who created the Mirror of Life and Death and the Wheel of Yin and Yang.

"If Heavenly Qian Lord is acceptable, if the Wheel-Turning Ancestor is acceptable, then I am also acceptable."

Fang Yi murmured softly, his aura slowly receding, and the various strange phenomena behind him dissipated. He then sensed the distant Xuan Yang a hundred miles away through the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror.

"Breaking through the Core Formation to Infant Stage, it begins!"

"The Beginning of the Mysterious Treasury"

Red Eyebrows sat cross-legged on the altar, slowly opened his eyes, and murmured softly.

Xuan Yang Mountain, the clouds are indistinct and chaotic, vaguely surrounded by purple aura, and inexplicable Daoist charm connects heaven and earth, and the red cocoon transforms into an egg.

"[Budding]"

"boom!"

The Daoist temple's domain collapsed, and the spiritual energy of the churning lava lake was completely absorbed, resulting in the condensation of pieces of obsidian.

"Crack."

"Crack."

As the power of the fire spirit was absorbed, the temperature plummeted. Just moments before, the spiritual land was sweltering with heat, but now layers of frost were rising up.

Cold
quiet
Dull and without light
A chill spread, insects fell silent, birdsong ceased, and the entire sacred land was utterly still, transformed into a world of ice and snow.

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"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Amidst the bone-chilling cold, a drum-like thud resounded, and the underground spiritual veins were completely burned, only to be absorbed by a figure sitting cross-legged.

The starlight in the sky was completely hidden, and the many spiritual peaks were pitch black, without the slightest trace of fire spirit light.

In the dim and chaotic Xuan Yang Mountain, Chi Meizi flickered like the last wisp of candlelight.

"This is... a Nascent Soul Dao Form?!"

Deep beneath the obsidian, beneath the veil of a talisman, an ancient ring ripples with bronze light.

"How can it be!

In this barren land of Dayun, someone has actually condensed a Nascent Soul Dao Image.
Even among the various sects of Zhongzhou, those who excel in their respective fields and surpass all others in the five regions of the human realm, those who have condensed the Nascent Soul Dao image, are truly dragons and phoenixes among men.

Xu Qingshe stared at Shenhun, whose face had turned ashen and whose eyes were filled with doubt.

"Elder Chen, what is the Nascent Soul Dao Form?"

Old Chen exhaled a breath of stale air, his face regaining its composure, and said with a sudden realization:

No wonder Xuan Yang Mountain dared to make such a huge bet.
No wonder even heroes like Tian Quezi and Huang Guangsheng, who had cultivated to the peak of the Core Formation stage in such barren lands, yielded to the Red Eyebrows.
No wonder the patriarchs of Xuanyang Mountain throughout the ages have all gone all out in their quest.
That’s so!

So that's how it is.

“Young Xu, if Chi Meizi can condense his Nascent Soul, Xuan Yang Mountain’s future will be limitless.”

"It is not easy for a True Person who has reached the Core Formation stage to break through to the next realm; only one in ten can succeed."

However, there are also exceptionally talented individuals, whose spiritual foundation is profound, and who have spare capacity to nurture infants.

By harnessing the power of breaking through realms, connecting with heaven and earth, and manifesting the Dao's fortune outwards, one becomes a Nascent Soul celestial phenomenon.

"If a Foundation Establishment cultivator condenses a high-grade Dao Foundation, he can still contend with a Core Formation True Person and preserve his life."

But even a Core Formation True Person, who has achieved perfect cultivation, is nothing more than an ant in the eyes of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Why?

A Nascent Soul True Monarch can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, easily crushing a Core Formation cultivator.

"It's actually a Nascent Soul Dao Manifestation?!"

Fang Yi looked astonished. Those who could condense a Nascent Soul at the time of breaking through to the next realm had extremely profound foundations.

Unless they perish, they will not be trapped in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm like most Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

"No wonder Ancestor Guang Sheng and Uncle Tian Que, despite having reached the peak of Core Formation, were willing to abandon their own paths to help Chi Mei Zi break through to the Nascent Soul stage."
Nascent Soul Dao Form!

The two Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Zoroastrian Church have never been known to be able to condense a Nascent Soul Dao Image.
"If Martial Uncle Red Eyebrows could reach the mid-Nascent Soul stage, he would have a place even in Qiongzhou."

"However, it remains to be seen whether he can survive this ordeal."

His aura receded, becoming as still as decaying wood, and he murmured to himself, "My calamity has arrived."

"boom!"

A bright white sun emerged from the horizon, piercing the dark night sky, and in an instant, it was no more than a hundred miles away from Xuan Yang Mountain.

"Nascent Soul Dao Form!"
"By raising dragons in the deep pools, this remote place of Dayun has truly produced a great hero!"

"What a deep scheme! The fifth-generation True Man of Tianji Peak, Wangjizi, sacrificed himself so that our sect could completely lower its guard."

Red eyebrow?
How could a cultivator who perished in the Jianyang Secret Realm three hundred years ago have survived to this day and accumulated such a wealth of resources?!

Nascent Soul Daoist Manifestation?

How could a mere Core Formation sect possess such an opportunity and spiritual object?
In all my years of practice, I have seen very few who possess such a foundation, enough to earn them a place in Qiongzhou and the world.

The Fiery True Lord was dressed in a dark black robe. He was short, no more than five feet tall, like a dwarf, but his vast aura reached the heavens and the earth.

"I can't keep you here today!"

He was surrounded by a murderous aura, his killing intent chilling, completely changing his mind about capturing the Fire Dao Nascent Soul alive.

The Great Flame Brightness Stele, surrounded by crimson gold light, rose up, with flames of true fire appearing and white light shining brightly.

"town!"

Under the bright white light, before the Great Yan Bright Monument even arrived, all the frost and snow melted away, and the obsidian within a thousand miles was shaken open with spiderweb-like cracks.

Red Eyebrow Master's robes fluttered wildly as his soul frantically warned him of impending doom in the face of a life-or-death crisis.

His brows were relaxed, and he murmured softly, unaffected by the outside world.

"【Anode Fullness】." "Buzz!"

The candle-like energy surged instantly, and a brilliant purple light shone forth, like the rising sun, causing all things to flourish.

For a moment, it rivaled the white light in its brilliance.

"Someone who hasn't even formed a Nascent Soul dares to be so arrogant."

Unfortunately, Li Shan couldn't hold me back, otherwise I would have truly allowed you, Chi Mei, to condense your Nascent Soul.
Even if the calamity hasn't passed, an unstable foundation will still cause great trouble.

Fire Lord sneered repeatedly, his vast energy churning, and his magical power surging forth continuously.

"die!"

"boom!"

The Great Yan Brightness Stele fell like a meteorite, pressing down with the force of collapsing the heavens and splitting the earth.

"Why is True Lord Huo Lie in such a hurry?"

With a soft laugh, a ray of starlight appeared amidst the purple and white spiritual light.

With sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a tall and straight figure, and skin that gleamed with a soft, jade-like light, Tian Quezi stepped out slowly.

"Tianquezi?"

With abundant energy and vitality, the elixir has been successfully formed! Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!
"For this mere chance to condense the Nascent Soul stage, your Xuan Yang Mountain has truly gone to great lengths and spared no effort!"

Huo Lie Zhenjun's expression hardened, ignoring Tian Que, who was merely a minor ailment for a cultivator at the peak of the Core Formation stage.

After Chi Meizi, it will only take one more strike.

As he unleashed his magic seals, the power of the Great Yan Bright Monument surged by three points.

"Fire Lord, do you know that even a feud spanning ten lifetimes can be avenged?"

The witch-like patterns that shimmered with starlight spread across Tian Quezi's silver temples. His index and middle fingers stood together pointing to the sky, his thumb pressed on his ring finger, and his little finger hooked at the Kun position.

Six celestial phenomena rose behind him, and he bowed deeply.

"Disciple Tianque respectfully requests the Ancestral Master to appear in the world!"

"boom!"

In the darkness, amidst the clouds and mist of Xuan Yang Mountain, a layer of hazy starlight emerged, outlining a handsome cultivator with silver hair, holding a scroll of the Eight Trigrams.

A hint of spirituality appeared in the handsome cultivator's ruthless eyes as he looked at Tian Quezi and sighed softly.

"Our predecessors were incompetent, and you have suffered greatly because of them."

With a wave of his sleeve, Wugengzi landed in the Seven Stars position, transforming into the Great Star of Tian Shu.
Subsequently, soul shadows rose up from within Tian Quezi's divine soul.

The second-generation patriarch, Xuanfuzi, had white hair and beard and held counting rods in his hand. The third-generation patriarch, Shujizi, had a monastic scar on his head and his index finger was spinning prayer beads. The fourth-generation patriarch, Xingyizi, held an ancient cauldron in his palm and his robes fluttered in the wind.
The remnant souls of the three Great Immortals bowed in unison, and the three great stars, Tianxuan, Tianji, and Tianquan, rose up.

Of the seven stars, four returned to their positions in an instant, and chains of stars crisscrossed the latitude and longitude, weaving like serpents, and entwined the Great Yan Bright Monument.
Huo Lie Zhenjun was shocked and immediately cast a magic seal.

"The Dao manifests the Seven Stars, transforming into the Nascent Soul Daoist Temple."

"Wangjizi died at my hands, his soul and spirit annihilated, his seven stars incomplete."

"Buzz!"

From within Tianque's sea of ​​consciousness, a remnant soul rose, transforming into an old man with white hair and beard, a hunched back, and a dove-shaped staff in his hand, who stepped forward.

Wangjizi ignored the Nascent Soul Daoist image, swept past the powerful Huo Lie Zhenjun, and paid no heed to the patriarchs of past generations.

His face was kind, his rough fingers stroked Tianque's silver hair, and he sighed softly.

"Xuanheng, it's all my fault for dragging you into this."

"Master."

Tian Quezi's expression changed, his eyes moistened, his lips moved, and he felt a mix of emotions.

Wangjizi patted Tianquezi's arm, sighed softly, and his gentle eyes returned to their icy state.

"Fellow Daoist Huo Lie, it's been a long time. Why hasn't your cultivation improved at all?"
I, who am prepared to die in the secret realm of Jianyang, would surely have a backup plan.
For this day, I, this wretched wretch, have burdened my disciples, waiting for a full three hundred years!

"Buzz!"

The clanging of gold and jade echoed, and the great star of the Jade Balance rose.

"A master of divination?"

Feel the Qi of the Heavenly Branch Zi connecting the five stars, the natal hexagram changing and shifting, the fiery spirit warning, and the complexion slightly changing.

Just as he was about to make his move.
On Tianji Peak, within the celestial globe, a blurry figure, holding a scroll, stepped out and transformed into the constellation Kaiyang.

Tian Quezi's robes fluttered, his handsome face as black as ancient ice.

Seven illusory figures bowed in unison, the sounds of sacrifice echoed, and the Eight Trigrams diagram of the Zhou Tian unfolded.

"Imperial Decree: The Big Dipper is to be inlaid with stars!"

The silvery glow spread out, the starlight intertwined, and the seven great stars—Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Alioth, Mizar, and Alkaid—revolved.

As the temple breathed in and out, it enveloped the Fiery True Lord and the Great Flame Bright Monument.

"Buzz!"

Chains crisscrossed, forming a net of stars that bound them downwards.

"Delaying time? Forget it!"

What good is it if one doesn't become a Nascent Soul Divination Master?
Today I will show you what a Nascent Soul True Lord truly is!

Huo Lie Zhenjun's face turned ruthless, and a magic seal fell from his fingertip, causing the spiritual energy to tremble for thousands of miles.

"Burn the mountain!"

"boom!"

The Great Yan Bright Monument shone brightly, white flames transformed into a sea of ​​fire, fire crows flapped their wings, red dragons reached out their claws, and fiery phoenixes cried softly.
In less than half a breath.

Three of the seven stars are dim, and the Big Dipper Star-Inlaid Temple is faintly unstable, covered with cracks.

"You junior, prepare to die." True Monarch Huo Lie's expression was solemn as he sensed the continuous purple light outside the Daoist temple, which hinted at the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He clenched his fist, pounded his chest, and exhaled a stream of fiery essence.

"Buzz!"

One after another, precious rings rose up on the Great Yan Brightness Stele, then dimmed in an instant. The white flames on its entire body subsided, transforming it into an ancient and simple stone stele three zhang tall.

"town!"

"Oh!"

The seven stars dimmed, and the Big Dipper Star-Inlaid Temple collapsed in an instant.

Cough, cough, cough
As expected of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he is no match for a Core Formation True Person. Even with the combined efforts of seven Great True Persons, they could only withstand two attacks.

Tian Quezi had white hair at his temples, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his full flesh was sunken, with age spots the size of copper coins appearing.

"but.
My objective has been achieved.

"not good!"

Huo Lie Zhenjun's soul trembled, as he felt a fierce aura piercing straight into his soul.

"Before we deal with the Red Eyebrows, we'll send you on your way!"

"late!"

Tian Que held a white beam of light and spoke in a hoarse voice. The seven illusory souls merged into one, transforming into a figure with flowing sleeves, a feathered robe, and a star crown, behind which a spoon-shaped star map evolved into a majestic demon god.

"The South Dipper is for life, the Beidou is for death, the seven souls are involved together, and the luck is for death."

"Witchcraft: Seven Souls Bow to the Dipper!"

The majestic demon god's five long, silver fingers, covered in witchcraft patterns, extended out with a seemingly slow but actually rapid motion.

A series of starlight lights up, evolving into the Big Dipper in the shape of a dipper. The stars form the handle, and the energy condenses into a sword, creating a mysterious and extraordinary effect.

"puff!"

The starlight struck, but the robe remained unharmed, though a sharp pain shot through Huo Lie's soul.

"Great supernatural powers of witchcraft!"

"It can only last for ten breaths at most." Ten thousand feet underground, with the help of the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror, he sensed the subtle energy flow of the Life, Death and Prosperity Sutra.

Fang Yi felt the mysterious white light continuously burning the star formations.

His eyes closed slightly, and the mirror turned to face the Ancestral Hall.

Thirty breaths
The Crimson Eyebrows need at least thirty more breaths to form the Nascent Soul!
"A thousand-year plan, what backup plans has the Ancestral Hall prepared?"

"Buzz!"

Inside the Ancestral Hall, the brown aura of the Yin Huai wood surrounded it, absorbing the last wisp of earth energy and connecting it with the precious wood.

From then on, regardless of victory or defeat, the Xuan Yang Mountain area was completely transformed into a desolate wasteland, devoid of spiritual energy and devoid of birds and beasts.

In the Ancestral Hall, six soul lamps lit up, creating a banquet, and a phantom image of a Taotie appeared.

Huang Guangsheng looked at Zhang Hengyi on the altar, who wore a peach-branch-adorned jade crown, a bird-shaped face, and a five-grain robe.

"Junior Brother Tianque burned seven generations of divine souls, but a Nascent Soul True Monarch is still just a Nascent Soul True Monarch."
It is something that no one who has not reached the Core Formation stage can contend with.

"It's my turn now."

"Master," Zhang Heng said, his face showing reluctance.

"Don't act like a child."

Huang Guangsheng smiled freely and completely merged into the Yin Huai wood, surrounded by ghostly energy, his essence condensed.

The shady locust tree, nourished by this, instantly advanced to the fourth level.

Then came the aroma of wine, and an ancient cauldron with three legs and two handles appeared. Three sticks of incense were lit inside the cauldron, and wisps of smoke rose up, connecting heaven and earth.

"The Mysterious Feast: Six Sacrifices to Jumang."

Six soul lamps lit up in the Ancestral Hall, transforming into a banquet.

Zhang Heng's spirit manifested, and Jumang's profound spiritual golden elixir exhaled spiritual fragrance. Gazing at the Yin Huai wood that had transformed into a fourth-order tree, he seemed to be neither smiling nor crying.

He murmured softly.

"From this day forward, I am a person who is disloyal, unfilial, and murderous to my teacher."

His face was resolute, and he took the Nuo step. A spring scene appeared, with grass growing and birds flying, and one after another, the ancestors held farming tools and sowed the five grains.

"【Ancient Shamanistic Path: Wood Spirit Sacrifice】"

In a daze, Zhang Hengyi felt a vast and powerful aura descend upon him, surrounded by the spring scenery.

He transformed into an ancient shaman wearing a peach-branch-adorned jade crown with nine-hole green jade pendants, a spiral mulberry leaf pattern tattooed on his left cheek, a red cinnabar dot between his brows, a green silk robe with a cross-collar, and a five-colored silk sash around his waist.

A cold, merciless voice echoed within the soul.

“The Eight Shamans of the Spring Court of Jumang: Ming Shuzi, what do the common people seek?”

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Three breaths later, Ming Shu nodded slightly, looked at the shady locust tree on the altar, and beckoned it into his palm.

A ray of spiritual light flew out from the nostrils, stirring up the pure wood elemental power within the Yin Huai wood.

He showed a hint of disdain, but finally a bluish-green witch mark appeared between his brows, and he reluctantly said:

"good"

Zhang Hengyi completely lost his divine sense, surrounded by an ancient and wild aura.

A mysterious aura enveloped the withered bud, and a blue glow surrounded it, before it suddenly descended upon the altar.

"Buzz!"

The withered buds were completely devoured, and the witch runes surged. Ming Shuzi mechanically inhaled and exhaled qi, and took a step forward while holding the Yin Huai wood.

"Jumang Method: All trees flourish in spring!"

Three thousand feet underground, the wisp of profound energy at Fang Yi's fingertip was completely severed.

"It's actually a witchcraft ritual, communicating with an ancient sorcerer who left a mark, and then proceeding according to the rank of the offerings."
Zhang Hengyi transformed himself into a sacrificial body, using the power of the sixth patriarch as a pool of magical energy. What a ruthless mind, what a decisive scheme.

Unfortunately, the Yin Huaimu only barely broke through to the fourth rank.

With the help of the Mysterious Heavenly Sprout, I have done my utmost. Whether I can buy thirty breaths remains to be seen.

He shook his head slightly. Chi Meizi had condensed the Daoist image of a Nascent Soul, and his future was bright. He was worth betting heavily on.

Moreover, in shamanic rituals, after the ancient shaman's phantom consumed the offerings, both the offerings and the rituals themselves were clouded in terms of their six senses and five perceptions, preventing them from being assimilated.
"I do have a connection with witchcraft. In my previous life, I refined the Black Water True Dragon Chariot, which was also a water ritual to worship the Great Flood Demon God."
On Xuanyang Mountain, one can even see a wooden sacrificial ceremony.

"Jumang Method: All trees flourish in spring!"

Ming Shuzi lightly waved the locust wood in his hand, and the essence of the five grains scattered.

In an instant, the Big Dipper Star-Inlaid Ritual Ground rose again, firmly locking the core of the altar for ten miles.

"Another powerful witchcraft technique!"

Huo Lie's expression was grim. He could already sense that Chi Meizi's aura was surging, and he was only a hair's breadth away from breaking through.

"Twenty breaths left"

"call!"

He unleashed a stream of gilded true flame that landed on the Great Yan Bright Monument.

"Great Divine Power: Devouring Fire and Burning Heaven!"

"boom!"

Amidst towering flames, the Big Dipper Star-Inlaid Dojo was continuously refined.

"The ritualistic methods are profound, and the benefits far exceed expectations?"

Tian Quezi felt the age spots on his body peel away, the death energy was suppressed, and with the support of the essence of the five grains, the stars shone brightly once again.

He glanced at True Lord Fire Blaze.

"Twenty breaths?"

"Brother Guang Sheng risked his life; how could I disregard the secrets of Heaven?"

"Oh!"

The Big Dipper went out, and the six stars of the Southern Dipper lit up one by one, as ancient sacrificial sounds echoed.

"[Great Divine Power: Southern Dipper's Life-Extending and Calamity-Saving Divine Light]"

"Boom!"

Chi Meizi murmured softly, "The End of Returning to the Mysterious Realm."

The purple spiritual energy completely collapsed, the firelight dimmed, but then a rising sun-like aura emerged.

"Xuanzang Shi"
Budding and stirring.
Yang energy is at its peak.
"Returning to the Mysterious End."

"This is the manifestation of the Dao, the birth and death of the Mysterious Yang."

"Crash!"

With his robes fluttering and surrounded by purple aura, Chi Meizi held the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror in his hand and finally took the crucial step.
The elixir breaks through the infant's shell, and one attains the status of a true lord!
"Boom!"

Thunderclouds churned, and calamity gathered; True Lord Huo Lie's face was extremely grim.
(End of this chapter)