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

Chapter 862 Having weathered all tribulations, the Profound Sun rises.
Red Eyebrows, his robes fluttering, gazed at the locust wood in Zhang Heng's hand, his face filled with sorrow.

"Junior Brother Guangsheng."

His gaze shifted to the majestic Star Shadow, draped in seven layers of human figures and surrounded by starlight, and he bowed in reverence.

"Thank you, esteemed patriarchs and Dharma protectors."

"Not bad!"

"As expected of me, Xuan Yang Qian Long."

"Throughout the millennia, the efforts of generations have not been in vain."

"A Nascent Soul stage cultivator, no wonder he gave this glimmer of opportunity to a junior like you."

"My Xuan Yang Mountain has finally taken this step."

A cacophony of divine consciousness arose, creating chaos and confusion that ravaged the soul.

Finally, a ray of starlight appeared, evolving into four natal hexagrams, suppressing divine consciousness, and the blurry figure opened its mouth to inhale the essence of the five grains.

As the hazy features gradually became clearer, Lu Quezi's handsome features were revealed.

"Junior Brother Tianque?!" Chi Meizi's face lit up with surprise, and he waved his hand to release a stream of warm purple energy.

With flowing sleeves, a feathered robe and a star-studded crown, a majestic demon god evolved from a ladle-shaped star map behind him.

"Does Senior Brother Guang Sheng still have a hidden trick up his sleeve?"

The wonder of this method far exceeded expectations.

Tian Quezi also felt strange, and after many divinations, he could not find the slightest clue.

According to the previous plan, after the Big Dipper Star Inlay, Seven Souls Worshiping the Dipper, and Southern Dipper Life-Extending and Calamity-Curing Divine Light, three great fourth-order divine powers, even the most profound cultivators who have reached the Core Formation stage will have to barely survive.
How could one maintain a clear mind and spirit to preserve this spirit body of the Big Dipper?
"Just one step short in the end."

Amidst the roar of thunder and lightning, True Lord Huo Lie's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

"This seems to be an ancient shamanistic ritual? Is the ancient shamanistic tradition really this mysterious?"
In this impoverished land of Dayun, what exactly was offered as a sacrifice at Xuanyang Mountain?

"Or is it simply that human sacrifices possess special physical characteristics, thus gaining favor from the legacy of witchcraft?"

He gazed upon the ancient shaman Ming Shu, who wore a peach-branch-adorned jade crown, a blue silk robe with a cross-collar, and a five-colored silk sash around his waist.

Finally, their gazes fell upon Chi Meizi, who was surrounded by purple aura and exuded a warm, yang-like Daoist charm, like the rising sun.

"Let you be smug for now. We'll settle things after the Six-Nine Thunder Tribulation."

"Boom!"

Gray, ominous clouds gathered, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets snaked through them.

"Buzz!" The Great Flame Bright Monument trembled, and True Monarch Huo Lie transformed into a white rainbow light, retreating five hundred miles away.

"not enough!
The fact that he can condense a Nascent Soul Dao image shows that Chi Meizi has a profound foundation, and his ability to manipulate the tribulation clouds is even greater than mine back then.
If one were here, one would still be caught in the cycle of the Sixty-Nine Calamities.

He frowned slightly, sensing the surging electric snakes; the vast aura of calamity was still spreading.

The white rainbow light leaped a few times and appeared eight hundred miles away, watching the thick, leaden clouds roll.

The tribulation of lightning is the might of heaven and earth; once caught in it, even a Nascent Soul True Monarch faces great danger.

"Buzz!"

The Great Yan Brightness Monument stands tall, while a sea of ​​fire rages across the heavens.

"The more profound one's foundation, the more perilous the tribulation becomes."
Moreover, there's the difficulty of being tormented by inner demons!

Huo Lie's face was solemn, surrounded by a chilling killing intent, his divine sense constantly flowing, accumulating magical power and supernatural abilities.

It's fine if the Red Eyebrows can't survive the Sixty-Nine Tribulations.

If they survive this ordeal, they will face a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul True Monarch who is poised to unleash his full power.

"As expected of the Xuan Tian Spiritual Root, even a tender sprout as a sacrifice can forcibly elevate the witchcraft ritual."

This Jumang method: "All trees flourish in spring," already possesses the grandeur of a top-tier divine power; my heavy bet on it was well worth it.”

Three thousand feet underground, the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror flows, peering into the Heavenly Flaw and the vast expanse of the Yuan Ying True Lord, whose millennia-old essence is entangled with him.

Fang Yi sensed that in the Blessed Land of Withered Glory, a single bud was missing, and the bare Xuan Tian Spirit Vine was withered and listless.

"The Xuan Tian Spirit Vine has been cultivated for so long, and only now has a tender sprout emerged. Such a great price has been paid."
It all depends on whether Chi Mei can survive the Six-Nine Thunder Tribulation and resolve his inner demons.

He murmured softly, craning his neck in anticipation.

All cultivators below the Core Formation stage at Xuan Yang Mountain dispersed, the spiritual veins dried up, and the accumulated resources of the Ancestral Hall and Tianji Peak over a thousand years were exhausted.

The price paid was undeniably heavy.

But as long as Chi Meizi can safely survive the tribulation and keep his life, all the losses will be worthwhile.
“Nascent Soul spiritual objects are hard to find, and fourth-order spiritual veins are even more monopolized by Nascent Soul True Monarchs.”
Unless one passes on the torch like the Xuan Yang Mountain, with six generations of immortals taking turns, one cannot obtain even a sliver of the Daoist secrets.
A lone cultivator with no powerful backing has virtually no chance of condensing their Nascent Soul.

Fang Yi's gaze was deep and unfathomable, his pupils like bottomless, icy pools. "Don't disappoint me, Uncle-Master Chi Mei."

My nephew has placed a heavy bet, staking his future on you.

"The Mysterious Heavenly Spirit Vine has been nourished for a hundred years, consuming countless spiritual resources, just to sprout a single bud. Who knows when another spiritual bud will sprout next?"
If you fail to form your Nascent Soul, I will have no choice but to travel to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, where the journey will be arduous and difficult.

"Boom!"

Vast dark clouds gathered, a strong wind howled, and purple lightning and thunder roared.

Red Eyebrows had no time for reminiscing. With a wave of his sleeve, a shimmering purple aura spread out, enveloping the two figures in front of him and plunging them thousands of feet into the ground.

"Crash!"

A crimson altar was thrown out, its runes flowing, transforming into a parasol that rose up, completely obscuring the auras of the two.

"The Six-Nine Tribulation is the might of Heaven, and no one can interfere with it."

"bring it on!"

"Let me see for myself what the Nascent Soul Heavenly Gate, which our sect has been planning for a thousand years and which we can only dream of but never reach, is really like."

With his long, red eyebrows fluttering and his eyes sparkling, surrounded by wisps of purple aura, he looked like an immortal descending to earth.

"Buzz!"

As the sun rises, its gentle light pierces through the oppressive leaden clouds, and the harmony between heaven and man flourishes, giving birth to all things and allowing the Daoist rhythm to flow.

"Boom!"

As if provoked, the tribulation clouds gathered lightning, transforming into plasma, vaguely outlining a Heavenly Punishment Thunder Pool.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Nine bolts of lightning struck in succession, but the sun, surrounded by purple energy and high in the sky, remained unharmed, and its energy did not falter.

Instead, it seemed as if it had been baptized by the divine power, its purple aura becoming three times more mellow.

"Exhilarating!" Red Eyebrows waved his sleeves, forming the Three Yang Seal with his hands, using the vitality created after the tribulation to refine his nascent soul and solidify his foundation.

"Boom!"

Dark, oppressive tribulation clouds stretched for eight hundred miles, churning and rolling, with bolts of lightning falling one after another.

The Nine-Thunder Tribulation.
The Second Nine Thunder Tribulation
The Tribulation of the Thirty-Nine
Forty-Nine Thunder Tribulation
Until the forty-nine thunder tribulations, Chi Meizi frowned slightly, summoned the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror, and spewed out true flames, transforming into nine majestic and imposing fire dragons with prominent heads and horns.

The fiery dragon swallowed clouds and spewed mist, weaving through the leaden clouds.

"Wonderful Technique: Nine Dragons Refining the Realm"

"Yan!"

The long, drawn-out roar of the dragon echoed as the nine-headed fire dragon, its head and tail connected, transformed into a red ring that, as it spun, swallowed the Five-Nine Thunder Tribulation.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom"

Seemingly enraged, the leaden clouds churned, and six bolts of lightning struck down in succession, as if divine punishment was descending upon the world.

Chi Meizi's expression changed. Unlike the previous five or nine tribulations, each of these six tribulations was no weaker than a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

"disease!"

He patted his storage bag, and a hazy mist surged forth, revealing a bamboo-framed parasol with a green veil.

"Buzz!"

A parasol was unfurled, obscuring the sky and swirling with Taoist charm. A Kui ox, resembling a bull but without horns, its entire body a deep blue-green, with only one leg remaining, stepped out.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of drums emanating from the belly of the Kui Niu resounded for miles, attracting wave after wave of lightning tribulations.

"The Azure Kui Transformation Umbrella?"

Eight hundred miles away, a sea of ​​fire raged, and streaks of light converged, transforming into a long, flowing river.

Huo Lie closed his eyes slightly and sighed in admiration.

"Five hundred years ago, the Grandmaster of Weaponry, Xuanchi Jun, crafted this treasure to transform calamities, but unfortunately, something went wrong along the way."

Despite our best efforts to make amends, it can still be described as utterly useless.

It takes five hundred years of nurturing with the same source of magical power to activate this treasure and resolve the calamity; and once used, the treasure will be completely destroyed.

Which cultivator who has reached the peak of Core Formation would wait five hundred years?

His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he murmured, "This worthless thing has actually fallen into the hands of Xuan Yang Mountain."
Five hundred years of nourishment from essence and vital energy have given rise to a resolute and unwavering mind.

Lord Xuanchi has an excellent reputation, but it took a full 180,000 days and nights of refining. If it were even slightly off, it wouldn't be able to be completely refined.

Aren't you afraid of ending up with nothing?

"Shallow waters breed dragons; do the successive masters of Xuan Yang Mountain have no regard for their own safety?"

"The sect has forced Xuan Yang Mountain to this point, which is a blood feud. This Red Eyebrow Boy must not be allowed to live!"

Gazing at the calamity clouds that had more than half disappeared, True Lord Huo Lie subconsciously took a step forward, his killing intent almost boiling. In the hundred-mile sea of ​​fire, the Great Yan Bright Monument appeared even more ancient.

Returning to simplicity, all vital energy and spiritual light were gathered into the stele, awaiting a world-shaking strike.
"There are three final tribulations of lightning. Whether or not Crimson Eyebrows can survive them, I am ready to intervene."

"The final three tribulations."

Red-Eyebrowed Master murmured softly, his robes torn, wisps of light flowing through them. Even with the wondrous treasure, the Azure Kui Calamity-Transforming Umbrella...
He also paid a considerable price for enduring the six tribulations of lightning.

Fortunately, the patriarch had also prepared a fourth-tier precious pill.

Swallowing the precious pill hidden at the back of his tongue, feeling the abundant medicinal power surge into his dantian, his eyes were resolute as he gazed at the tribulation cloud that was shrinking but whose aura was ten times more ferocious.

"bring it on!"

"Oh!"

As the seventh lightning tribulation struck, the drumming sound from the Kui Niu's belly grew increasingly rapid, like a bottomless abyss, constantly absorbing the Crimson Eyebrows' magical power.

"Boom!" The light of the Azure Kui Transformation Umbrella dimmed, and cracks appeared.

"boom!"

As the eighth lightning tribulation descended, the Azure Kui Tribulation Umbrella paused slightly, dissipating more than half of the lightning.

"Tear!"

The precious umbrella was completely torn apart, the lightning continued its relentless advance, the purple sun shattered, and a muffled groan rang out.

Chi Meizi's expression was solemn. This attack was the work of a Nascent Soul True Monarch who had cultivated for three to five hundred years and whose foundation was solid.
Since they collected the insights of Nascent Soul True Monarchs on breaking through to the next realm, they did not mention the power of the lightning tribulation to this extent.

"All the fourth-tier precious pills and tribulation-transforming treasures have been destroyed, leaving only this old man."

Even the most meticulously planned schemes can err; is this the manifestation of the Nascent Soul stage?

"A fourth-tier precious pill, a rare treasure for overcoming tribulation, and a top-tier spiritual vein. Xuan Yang's millennia of accumulation have yielded truly comprehensive preparations."

In the dark cave, the Yinmu Reflection Mirror connects to an ancient mirror at the waist of the red-browed man, and Fang Yi's eyes are filled with longing and his heart with anticipation.

"I don't know when, but I have finally achieved this day, condensing my Nascent Soul and attaining the rank of True Monarch."

"And there's also the Fiery True Lord, who's eyeing us covetously."

He turned his gaze away, not daring to look directly at True Lord Huo Lie, and could only sense from afar the immense power contained within that hundred-mile sea of ​​fire.

"The tribulation of lightning has not yet passed, but the tribulation of humanity is already brewing."

Fortunately, Senior Uncle Red Eyebrows had already condensed his Nascent Soul, so it was not too late.
At worst, if one can survive the tribulation of inner demons, one can abandon the physical body and escape with one's nascent soul to preserve one's life.
Although his spirit and body may become incompatible afterward, potentially diminishing his potential, he is still ultimately a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

As Fang Yi's thoughts raced, his divine sense surged, and his focus dwindled as he concentrated on the increasingly powerful tribulation clouds.

Having placed such a heavy bet, he ultimately hoped for a resounding victory, with Red Eyebrows maintaining his perfect record.

He has cultivated the land for nearly two hundred years and has long been one with Xuan Yang Mountain. Unless he abandons everything and flees to the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Otherwise, the stronger the Xuan Yang becomes, the greater the benefit it will be to his cultivation.

"Come!"

As the sun rose again, surrounded by purple aura, the veins on Chi Meizi's forehead bulged, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, and a crimson-gold shield was summoned.

"Come!

"My Xuan Yang has planned for a thousand years, and six generations of patriarchs have sacrificed themselves. How can they fall into my hands?"

As if in response to what Chi Mei said, the leaden clouds of a thousand miles transformed into a half-acre in size, and a phantom of a demon god with a bird's face and a human body, with outstretched wings, appeared, while rolling thunder transformed into a purple-gold spear.
"boom!"

A purple-gold spear, crackling with lightning, shot down.

"Oh!"

Thunder roared, and the protective barriers on the crimson-gold shield shattered, turning into runes. In an instant, all eight protective barriers collapsed, and the shield was completely destroyed.

The Purple-Gold Thunder Spear struck Red Eyebrow.

"boom!"

The rocks trembled, the sun dimmed, and Chi Meizi was instantly driven into the ground.

"This is the moment!"

Eight hundred miles away, a sea of ​​fire raged, and the Fiery True Lord unleashed a tremendous force, driving down the ancient and imposing Great Flame Bright Monument, whose aura was as towering as a mountain.

"Entangled in inner demons and tribulations, I am powerless to look outward."

The great supernatural powers of the witchcraft have long been exhausted; Fellow Daoist Red Eyebrows, condensing a Nascent Soul is no easy feat.
But you should get going!

"Boom!"

The crimson stone tablet pressed down, and even before it arrived, dark cracks had already appeared on the ground, spreading like a spider web.

"die!"

"The Great Yu Dynasty doesn't need a Nascent Soul True Monarch like this!"

"This is bad! I didn't expect Senior Brother Red Eyebrows to have triggered the Nascent Soul Dao Form. His potential is too great, and the power of the tribulation lightning far exceeds expectations."

Under the protection of the crimson altar, Tian Quezi's face was ferocious. How could he let go of the millennia of painstaking effort and the sacrifices of generations of ancestral masters?

Disregarding his own life, his vital essence and blood surged wildly, and a sword from the Big Dipper, destined to kill, appeared.
But it was too late.

"Sigh," Fang Yi sighed softly from underground. Strands of brown spiritual light emerged, and the power of withering and flourishing flowed, already preparing to escape.

"All our efforts have been in vain. I hope that my Uncle-Master Chimei can escape from the Nascent Soul stage."

The tribulation of inner demons can last a thousand years in a single thought, but even if one survives such a tribulation, one is not at full strength. How could one withstand a full-force attack from True Monarch Fire Blaze?

"Those at the Nascent Soul stage are both esteemed and noble, but how difficult it is to reach this level!"

"Hmm?" His withered and flourishing magical power suddenly paused, and he focused all his attention on sensing the other side of the ancient mirror.

"Wow!"

As the sun rose again and again, the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror emitted spiritual light, and a crimson dragon emerged, its scales, the size of a millstone, swirling with fiery runes.

"Ok?"

"what?"

"This...there's a backup plan."

Beneath the Xuan Yang Mountain, one surprised thought after another arose.

Old Chen's expression turned strange, and the bronze aura surrounding him momentarily became chaotic. "There's still a backup plan."
How did Xuan Yang Mountain accumulate such a profound foundation? This witchcraft is truly mysterious, worthy of being an ancient lineage.

"It's just that it consumes too many spiritual materials, making it too unusual."

Xu Qingshe also exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the invisible spiritual flames around his body temporarily subsided.

The purple mist transformed into a rainbow bridge, jewels fell, a seven-colored rainbow appeared, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.

"Fellow Daoist Huo Lie, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Yan!"

A long, drawn-out dragon roar resounded, and Chi Meizi's robes fluttered as three ancient lamps lit up above his head, their flames flickering and enveloping him in a hazy mist.

"Mysterious Yang Technique: Crimson Dragon Chasing the Sun!"

Antlers, horse head, ox ears, camel head, snake neck, clam belly, fish scales, eagle claws. A crimson dragon surrounded by purple aura, riding on fiery clouds and mist, leaps out as a blur.

The crimson dragon claws, gleaming with a chilling light, resembled gilded divine iron as they slammed down.

"clang!"

The sound of metal and jade clashing echoed, spiritual energy surged, the Great Yan Brightness Stele was blocked, and the ancient stone stele trembled incessantly.

"It's done!
The ancestral master of the Xuan Yang lineage refined the divine lamp with precious elixir, illuminating the soul. Since they share the same origin, it would not attract the backlash of inner demons.
As expected of the witchcraft lineage, its application to the cultivator's physical body and soul is in no way inferior to that of top-tier demonic paths.

Three thousand feet below, Fang Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes filled with unbridled joy.

The three great tribulations of the Nascent Soul stage are arduous at every step. Now that the three tribulations have passed, Chi Mei has condensed his Nascent Soul and is now the leader of the Nascent Soul Sect.

With the support of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, future cultivation will be more than ten times smoother.

Huo Lie watched as the shattered scales of the Crimson Claw instantly returned to full strength, surrounded by wisps of purple energy.

"The Way of the Rising Sun and Profound Yang?"
"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on attaining the Nascent Soul stage and achieving the position of True Sovereign! From this day forward, you will live for a thousand years!"

"However, you have only just survived a tribulation, and your cultivation is still unstable."

His eyes were ruthless. Even if he couldn't kill Chi Meizi, he wanted to severely damage his foundation and delay his cultivation progress.

"kill!"

Zhang Hengyi's eyes widened in surprise as he swung the Yin Huai wood in his hand.

"The Jumang Method: Nourishing Vital Energy with Five Grains"

Feeling the essence of the five grains, carrying continuous vitality, nourishing the soul, Tianquezi's murderous intent emerges, and his thoughts turn upside down.

The essence is to give birth to a Nascent Soul True Monarch and preserve the Xuan Yang Dao lineage.

Today, the wooden sacrificial ritual has such power.

'It's time!'

Red-browed Man's eyes were cold. With a wave of his hand, the Zhou Tian Bagua Diagram fell into his hand, causing the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat to tremble.

Three beams of light, cyan, purple, and blue, shot into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds and causing spiritual energy to fluctuate.

The illusory image of the Zhou Tian Bagua compass shone with silver light, evolving into a star map, and landed on the deck of the Great Sky Zhenyun Boat, transforming into a compass.

Following closely behind, the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror manifested numerous strange beasts, such as the Ash Sun Crow, the Melting Divine Elephant, and the Scorched Prison Dog, to guard the treasure ship.

"Witchcraft: Seven Stars Worship the Dipper!"

Tian Quezi stood on the Star Compass, bowed deeply, and six illusory figures appeared.

"Pfft!"

"Still have the strength left?" Huo Lie Zhenjun felt a sharp pain in his soul, and his fortune was cut off by a beam of starlight.

His five fingers trembled inexplicably, and the flow of his magical power became sluggish.

'Senior Brother Red Eyebrows, Junior Brother Heavenly Flaw'

A faint, almost inaudible transmission of sound resonated within their very souls.

The ancient shaman, Ming Shu, wore a peach-branch-adorned jade crown, a blue silk robe with a cross-collar, and a five-colored silk sash around his waist, holding an ancient wooden shimmering light in his hand.

A mysterious, thread-like energy split into two, one of which merged into the darkness.

The ancient sacrificial sounds rang out again, and Ming Shu still had the strength to connect with the azure shamanic script and evolve supernatural powers.

"Ju Mang Fa: Chun Yuan Qi!"

"Senior brother?!"

As Yingying's vitality evolved, Tian Quezi's eyes lit up with surprise, and behind him, the seven stars evolved, with a great star rising.

"The Big Dipper inlaid with stars!"

In the blink of an eye, Chi Meizi obtained two top-tier witchcraft techniques to restore his essence and blood, and his magical power surged like a mighty river.

His divine senses permeated the Three Treasures, and he murmured softly.

"A dragon trapped in a well for a thousand years is doomed, but one day it gains power and soars into the clouds."

"Fire, take this blow!"

The Zhou Tian Bagua Diagram, the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror, and the Da Kong Zhen Yun Boat, three treasures combined, subtly exhaled and exhaled magical power through the eleven treasures.

A powerful strike.

The supreme magical artifact stirred up a thousand miles of wind and clouds, with crimson clouds spreading and vast divine light crashing down.

[Great Divine Power: The Mysterious Light of the Creation and Extinction of Xuan Yang!]

(End of this chapter)