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

Chapter 863 Jumang Descends to Earth, His Word Spreads to All Directions
"boom--"

The purple light bombarded down, and Huo Lie's expression darkened slightly. The intense pain from the silver starlight corroding his soul caused his physical body to tremble.

"A Nascent Soul True Monarch aided by a fourth-tier Celestial Mystery Master"
This is tricky; one wrong move and we could suffer a crushing defeat. Fortunately...
Imperial decree: "The fire of the heart, the green lamp!"

Sensing the impending life-or-death crisis, his expression turned solemn, his inner fire ignited, and the tender white nascent soul in his dantian was scorched.

"Wow!"

A tingling sensation flowed through the nascent soul, and the hazy blue light burned away all the starlight.

Sensing the slightly dimming nascent soul in his dantian, True Monarch Huo Lie nodded slightly, and as his Dharma body breathed in and out, he struck down with a palm.

"Imperial Decree: The Bright Realm of Great Yan!"

"Buzz!"

The ancient, dark gold stone tablet exudes a powerful aura, standing tall like a mountain. The spiritual fire and true flames surge forth like a great river, splitting into three, winding and turning in nine bends and eighteen turns.

A realm of Dharma, surrounded by dark golden flames, with fire elements converging and scorching the heavens and the earth, appeared.

"boom--"

The Xuan Yang Shengmie Xuan Guang crashed down, and layers of purple divine light swept across the luminous realm, causing cracks to appear.

"Such pure fire elemental power."
"The fire-based lineage of Xuan Yang Mountain is in no way inferior to the [Book of Light], which has been passed down for thousands of years and supplemented by successive Nascent Soul True Monarchs within the sect?"

Huo Lie shook his sleeves, and a large crimson gourd flew out from his waist, its surface covered with lively snake patterns.

"call!"

The gourd opened wide, and the accumulated fire elemental power surged out.

The fiery finger techniques changed constantly, with the index finger forming a hand seal that left afterimages.

Fire Crow Seal.
Magpie Seal.
Red Phoenix Seal.
Each magic seal transformed into a different kind of spirit bird, its beak holding a flame formed from the power of fire element, repairing the cracks in the Dharma realm.

"This is the moment!"

On the cloud boat of Dakong Town, the three colors of treasure light—blue, red, and silver—flowed and collided, transforming into layers of treasure restrictions.

The seven great stars—Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, and Yao Guang—dimmed one by one.

Tian Quezi, with his bare, emaciated upper body, chanted incantations, surrounded by an eerie aura.

"The witch possesses the Mysterious Star, whose seven souls worship the Dipper, thus injuring her fortune and causing her to die."

He bowed again and continued to activate the hidden secrets within the sorcery. In the darkness, a white radiance symbolizing the fortune of the Fiery True Lord was surrounded by seven large stars.

In an instant, the great star collapsed, the secrets of heaven flowed, and wisps of bad luck clung to it.

Fire Lord's fingertips trembled, and the Golden Heron Seal he unleashed inexplicably malfunctioned, tracing an arc and colliding with the Fire Crow and Crimson Phoenix Seals.

"boom!"

The light of the Great Bright Realm dimmed for a moment.

"Chance!"

With his crimson eyebrows and flowing sleeves, surrounded by purple aura and rosy clouds, the Daoist image behind him unfolded, and he exhaled a breath of his life essence, once again propelling the treasure ship forward.

The power of the Xuan Yang Life and Death Divine Light surged by three-tenths.

"boom!"

"Bang~"

The Dharma realm exploded, a raging and dangerous heat wave collapsed, and for thousands of miles around, fierce winds swept through, cutting through mountains and causing rocks to crumble.

In the blink of an eye, Crimson Flame Cliff trembled, Heavenly Mystery Peak was severed, and the towering Five Extremes Peak collapsed, with rocks crumbling.

"Cough, cough, did it work?"

Looking at the Great Bright Realm, Tian Quezi covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and bright red blood seeped from between his withered fingers.

"Junior Brother Tianque, please don't make another move; there's still a chance for him to survive."

Chi Meizi sighed softly, urging his primordial energy. The Daoist rhyme of the rising sun flowed from his fingertips, and strands of pure Xuan Yang purple energy fell down to nourish his junior brother's physical body and soul.

"Don't waste your magic power on me!" Tian Quezi refused in a deep voice.

What was the final result?

Ignoring his decaying physical body, though nearly lifeless and on the verge of death, he still urged his agonizing soul to stare intently at True Lord Fire Blaze.

The explosive shockwave rolled, the white light dimmed, and a tiny, almost invisible crack appeared at the bottom of the Great Yan Brightness Stele.

Huo Lie Zhenjun's face was pale, his aura was dim, and a corner of his long robe was rolled up.

But that's all there is to it.

A square treasure box covered in gilded snake patterns opened, surrounded by nine beams of mysterious light. A fierce wind swirled around it, like a giant, dark maw, devouring all the purple light.

"Oh!"

The nine protective seals inside the treasure box shattered, and True Lord Huo Lie's lips twitched, feeling extreme pain.

"My Burning Wind Fire Box, nurtured by two hundred years of infant fire, is only one step away from taking the next step: Ice-Free Gale Wind."
Once the spiritual veins of the vast icy plains advance to the next level, one can naturally progress to the highest grade.

His gaze was like a bone-scraping knife, sweeping across the air and causing it to plummet to the bottom. Zhang Hengyi wore a peach-branch-adorned jade crown and a blue silk robe with a cross-collar.

The shamanic energy was almost completely dissipated; this ritual had reached its limit.

A mere late-stage Core Formation cultivator is nothing more than an ant.

"A fourth-tier Heavenly Mystery Dao Grandmaster, in collaboration with a Nascent Soul True Monarch, after much painstaking effort, Xuan Yang Mountain has finally nurtured a great dragon."

True Lord Huo Lie murmured softly, his eyes solemn.

"But, so what?"

"Xuanyang Mountain has a lineage of Taoist traditions, accumulated over a thousand years, with generations of patriarchs dedicating their lives to it."
"Does our Zoroastrianism, with its thousands of years of tradition, lack any foundation?"

"Wow!"

The giant red gourd split in two, transforming into a blazing torch, and a white flame fell down.

"When scales rise from the back and feathers emerge, the light insect spreads its wings; this is called the transformation of the Black Serpent."

"Buzz!"

The cracks on the Great Yan Brightness Stele have healed, and the ancient stone stele has lengthened, as if flesh and blood are wriggling, with scales growing out of the stele.

An eight-winged feathered serpent, covered in scales, with deep blue eyes and a white glow, flapped its wings.

"Wow!"

The fierce aura surged straight to heaven and earth, and the malevolent energy swirled, transforming into thick, leaden clouds.

Huo Lie Zhenjun gave a cold smile.

"With the help of a thousand years of refinement, the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat, the Zhou Tian Bagua Diagram, and the Xuan Yang Divine Fire were combined into one, and finally a Nascent Soul Great Divine Power was unleashed, with power nearly equal to the full force of a Nascent Soul True Monarch who had accumulated years of experience."

"Red-browed Master, if you use your magical power to suppress the Three Treasures, how many more great supernatural abilities can you unleash?"

His gaze shifted to Tian Quezi, who was spitting blood, and Zhang Hengyi, who was almost detached from Wu Ximing Shu, with only a peach branch adorning his jade crown remaining on his head.

"Although the divination master is strong, it is a pity that he has not attained the Nascent Soul stage and can only activate a few spells."

While shamanistic rituals may seem ingenious, they ultimately rely on external forces and are not the proper path.

Even in the barren land of Dayun, after a thousand years of accumulation, Xuan Yang Mountain still possesses wood-based spiritual objects, used in sacrifices to ancestors, and capable of drawing upon the power of ancient shamans?

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"Cough cough." Tian Quezi looked unwilling as he gazed at the feathered serpent with its eight wings outstretched, scattering white light.

But I also know that I have reached my limit.

The Ancestral Hall, which used shady locust wood to worship ancient shamans, had no more resources left.
As Huo Lie Zhenjun said, Xuan Yang Mountain can accumulate its foundation over a thousand years, but the Fire Worship Sect has a lineage several times longer than Xuan Yang Mountain and has produced many Nascent Soul True Monarchs throughout the ages, yet it cannot accumulate its foundation.

Can't leave any room for maneuver?
Of course not.
Moreover, the Great Yu is vast, and its spiritual veins far surpass those of the barren Great Yun.
Even so, he was still unwilling, he murmured to himself.

"As long as I can unleash another great divine power."
"Fiery Qi has reached its lowest point, plagued by bad luck. If only we could further sever its luck and cooperate with Senior Brother Red Eyebrows to unleash his great divine power…"

As a master of divination, Tianque is superior to Chimei, who has just condensed his Nascent Soul stage, in terms of exploring destiny and predicting fortune and misfortune.

It's obvious that True Lord Huo Lie's fortune has reached its lowest point; after consuming a wisp of the Profound Yang Life and Death Divine Light, his physical body has been damaged.
But ultimately, they were no match for the other side.
"Pity"

Thousands of feet underground, the furnace of heaven and earth was spinning. Xu Qingshe’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he looked at the eight-winged serpent with an almost greedy gaze.

"Fourth-order True Flame."
"If Gulu can be swallowed, the Heaven and Earth Furnace Technique will be able to advance significantly, laying the foundation for the Nascent Soul stage."

The ancient ring vibrated, emanating layers of bronze light that separated the inside from the outside, and Old Chen showed regret.

"What a pity."
Xuan Yangshan has been plotting for a thousand years, and his scheming, methods, and even luck have been brought to their peak.
But ultimately, he was no match for the opponent. If Huo Lie was a rogue cultivator, his witchcraft was unpredictable and impossible to defend against, and his great supernatural powers would directly sever his destiny.

Even the greatest masters of divination have their limits.

Xu Qingshe also showed regret, his eyes flashing with crimson light as he suppressed his greed.

"This is the limit of what I can achieve."
The question of whether the Crimson-Eyebrowed True Monarch could break through to the Nascent Soul stage was already a resounding success.

The path to immortality is fraught with peril; there is no such thing as perfection.

"With Huo Lie weakened to this extent, he can at most engage in a prolonged battle with Chi Mei before leaving."
Afterwards, with a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, Xuan Yang Mountain was no longer a small sect hiding in the barren land of Dayun, and was qualified to intervene in the chess game of Dayu.
The lifespan of a Nascent Soul True Lord is long; even without life-extending spiritual objects, the Crimson Eyebrow True Lord still has a lifespan of over five hundred years.

Although they were suppressed by the two True Lords of the Zoroastrian Church, things were completely different now.

"Pity"

Both were deep underground, and Fang Yi felt a pang of regret as he sensed the aura of True Monarch Huo Lie.

Using the power of his past life through the Three Lives Stone, his spiritual consciousness grew to the ninth level of Core Formation.

Among all the Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the vast Xuan Yang Mountain, his divine sense was the most outstanding, and he was also adept at sensing the energy flow of the Life, Death and Prosperity Scripture.

Just like the remnant soul of a Nascent Soul, Fang Yi could also see through the true nature of Huo Lie Zhenjun. "His most powerful top-grade magic treasure, the Great Flame Brightness Stele, is damaged. Even with the nourishment of a fourth-order fire seed, it cannot reach its full potential."

"If Tianquezi could unleash another great divine power..."

Fang Yi sighed softly, his thoughts shifting, but ultimately he found no solution.

The tender shoots of the Xuan Tian Ling Vine have already been sacrificed; to borrow its essence again would only damage its foundation, resulting in more harm than good.

"Fortunately, with a Nascent Soul True Monarch in charge, I will have the opportunity to come into contact with the most outstanding spiritual objects in the Great Yu Dynasty, unlike those of rogue cultivators."
Furthermore, there are also considerable opportunities within the Jianyang Secret Realm.

A jade slip, imbued with the energy of decay and prosperity, slipped from his sleeve. He stroked the warm, smooth jade slip and gazed toward the direction of Mount Sudu.

"The matter of plotting against Lu Xiaozi can also be put on the agenda. This time, we obtained the [Mysterious Yang Purple Qi] refined by the True Lord after breaking through the realm, and found a foundation for the paths of Jia Wood and Yi Wood."

If I can complete the Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing, I can also plan my path to the Nascent Soul stage.
Furthermore, the spiritual items needed for cultivating the Forty-Nine Mysterious Arts are more than ten times easier to collect with the presence of a True Lord.
After that, they should find another place to hold the Nascent Soul Ceremony. Yin Yue of the Hehuan Sect should appear. With her innate spiritual body and the path of fortune, she should have accumulated a considerable fortune.

"Ok?"

"kindness!"

Deep underground, two astonished voices rang out one after the other. Old Chen's soul twisted, and he spoke in astonishment.

What exactly was sacrificed at Xuanyang Mountain?
No, Da Yun is so poor, where would he get top-tier spiritual objects to sacrifice, especially spiritual entities that could attract such powerful marks?
Zhang Hengyi is a top-tier sorcerer spirit body?
Such powerful fortune! Even for top-tier spiritual beings, only one in ten might be able to elicit a Dao shadow from 'it'.

"Is the Mysterious Heavenly Spiritual Root really that mysterious?!" Fang Yi's eyes burned with excitement as he used the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror to remotely sense the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat.

He murmured softly, his eyes burning with passion.

"Even if we overestimated it in the past, it seems we still underestimated the Mysterious Heavenly Spirit Vine."
Even though it's just a seedling, just a tender sprout, its inherent value still exceeds my expectations.

On the cloud boat in Da Kong Town, a mysterious aura descended, seemingly satisfied with the offerings, and one after another, ancient ancestors appeared.

Tian Quezi's expression changed, and he subconsciously used the little divine power he had left to cover the treasure boat with a layer of silver gauze.

"Playing tricks and deception"

Huo Lie Zhenjun slightly closed his eyes, a sharp light flashing in them, and the last magic seal fell from his fingertips.

"go with!"

"Wow!"

The eight-winged serpent, over a hundred feet long, surrounded by white flames, charged towards the Great Sky Shaking Cloud Boat with the force to burn mountains and boil seas.

Even if it doesn't kill Chi Mei, we must force him to deplete his vital essence.
It depletes potential and wears down the path.

"There's also Junior Brother Chi Yan in the sect. I joined forces with him to seal off Xuan Yang Mountain in this barren land of Dayun."

Huo Lie's mind raced. He knew that Chi Mei's Nascent Soul cultivation was a done deal, but the Fire Worship Cult had experience dealing with formidable Nascent Soul enemies.
Especially someone like Crimson Eyebrows, a Nascent Soul True Monarch who is almost like a rogue cultivator.
"In the first month of spring, the emperor is Taihao, and the god is Jumang. The same applies to the other months of spring. The sages and gods succeed Heaven and establish the ultimate principles. They first possess the virtue of agriculture, and they govern spring and are in charge of wood. They are called the Wood Lords."

One after another, azure witch runes descended from the void, and Zhang Heng's jade crown shattered, transforming into an altar that was neither square nor round, surrounded by peach branches and mulberry wood.

"Buzz!"

The azure witch pattern leaped down and merged into Zhang Heng's body.

Under the strange, shocked, and incredulous gazes of Chi Meizi and Tian Que, a human-faced, bird-beaked being, with a beak inlaid with green jade, three swirling golden mulberry leaf patterns on its forehead, and white hair entwined with the roots of a Jianmu tree, with the ends of its hair tied with the fruit of a sycamore tree, descended.

"The Ancestor of the Witchcraft Path, the Great Venerable Jumang"

Tian Que almost groaned, his face filled with wild joy as he felt the soaring vitality rising into the sky.

His body transformed into a turquoise canopy, with lifelike images of the five grains: millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans. The Great Venerable Jumang's eyes were cold and indifferent, operating like a mechanical puppet according to a predetermined program.

With a flick of its five fingers, one of the five grain spirits collapsed, and the lost vitality of the Yin Huai wood was fully restored. One after another, innate witch patterns evolved in the tree's heart rings.

"Millet nourishes the essence of blood, sorghum strengthens the vital energy, wheat embodies the true way, and beans sprout divine treasures."

The four spiritual grains of millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans split in two, each falling into the souls and bodies of Chi Mei, Tian Que, and Fa Ti.

"Oh!"

Jumang's illusory image slightly closed its eyes, a trace of spirituality appeared, and then it turned into a blue light and dissipated.

Feeling his divine soul power recover to seven-tenths, Tian Quezi did not hesitate at all, and the Big Dipper constellation behind him waved.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death, and the constellation Orion governs life and death; this is called the 'Sword of Death from the Northern Dipper'."

The Starlight Ancient Sword's energy receded, transforming into a seven-foot-long sword, with the seven stars of Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, and Yao Guang lighting up one by one.

"Fourth-Order Fortune-Based Killing Divine Power?"
How can it be? !
With such a foundation, why wait until now?

A beam of starlight slashed down, and True Lord Huo Lie's face turned pale. A crystal mirror rose from his arms.

The glass shimmered with a dazzling light.

"Oh!"

The precious mirror shattered and turned to ashes.

"not good!"

His expression changed drastically. Ignoring everything else, he coiled up the eight-winged feathered serpent and prepared to flee.

As a Nascent Soul True Lord, with the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit completely unified, how could he not sense the bad luck shining upon him?

With his soul in disarray, the magical power flowing through his body's meridians, which should have been flawless, began to malfunction frequently.

"Want to leave!"

Red Eyebrow Master was self-sufficient, his robes fluttering in the wind, and purple aura spread for thousands of miles.

"The Mysterious Light of Life and Death of the Profound Yang!"

"Wow!"

A purple light swept down, and the eight-winged feathered serpent, with its fierce aura, inexplicably collided with the runes, revealing a slight flaw in its flawless physical form.

"boom!"

With a twist of purple light, the eight-winged feathered serpent split in two, but its momentum did not diminish as it continued to strike down on True Lord Huo Lie.

"Oh!"

A burst of spiritual light appeared, and a jade talisman materialized, transforming into a tortoise shell.

Immediately, the Great Yan Bright Monument swept up the Fiery True Lord, transforming him into a streak of blood-red light and shooting away.

"Red Eyebrows!

We have a long future ahead of us!

The shrill roar shook the surrounding area for miles, and in an instant, the blood-red light vanished into the sky.

"Hahaha, a thousand-year plan has finally come to fruition."

Tian Quezi looked up at the sky and roared, tears welling in his eyes. Then, he suddenly slumped onto the deck and could not get up again.

On the other side, Zhang Hengyi's five senses slowly returned, and he woke up from his daze.

Chi Meizi's face also lit up with joy, and he murmured softly.

"If Huo Lie withstands a direct hit from the Xuan Yang Life and Death Xuan Guang, even with the Fire Worship Sect's formidable foundation, he will find it difficult to make a move within a hundred years."
"The Zoroastrian Church has only one Nascent Soul True Monarch capable of taking action within the last hundred years."

"Da Yun is too barren; Da Yu is the place to establish a sect."

His eyes blazed with a brilliant light that seemed to pierce through millions of miles, landing on a frigid, yet exceptionally rich in spiritual energy, icy plains that had transformed into aurora borealis.

"After the Nascent Soul Ceremony, we might as well get a share of the profits."
"And among the younger generation, Yin Yue's disciple has had quite a stroke of luck. With me here to oversee things, Fang Yi can at least compete."

With a wave of his sleeve, Chi Meizi split the purple, red, and silver light into three.

The Zhou Tian Bagua diagram rolled up a phantom figure holding a scroll, surrounded by oracle bone inscriptions, seal carvings, and insect patterns, and it landed on Tianji Peak.

The Great Sky Shaking Cloud Boat, carrying Zhang Hengyi, landed in the Ancestral Hall.

Chi Meizi stroked the half-white flame in his hand, and with a wave of his sleeve, wisps of purple energy surrounded him, transforming into an ancient and simple palace.

"Fang Yi, Wu Hua, Xi Shan, all of you who are my Xuan Yang Zhenren, come quickly to pay your respects."

Deep underground, in a secluded stone cave.

Fang Yi withdrew his divine sense, glanced at the spiritual vines in the Blessed Land of Withered Glory, and concealed the Withered Glory of the Ruins Realm.

'The Way of Witchcraft emphasizes substance, and by activating the mark of the Witchcraft Ancestor, the Great Venerable Jumang, the essence of this Mysterious Heavenly Spirit Vine is extremely high.'
Fourth order, fifth order?
Or even higher

'This Mysterious Heavenly Vine must be hidden well, and not revealed in the slightest, otherwise the consequences will be endless.'

With a wave of his sleeve, he put away the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror and transformed into a dark blue escape light, disappearing into the distance.

Surrounded by a gentle purple aura, beams of spiritual light descended upon the ancient and simple hall.

Fang Yi, wearing a lotus crown and a blue cloud robe, felt the nascent soul energy flowing like the rising sun in the spacious hall.

he mused.

"As the sun rises high, the heavens and man flourish, and all things are born. This Xuan Yang Mountain Fire Path inheritance is deeply intertwined with the [Great Law of Heavenly Manifestation]."
Is it a four-stage cultivation method deduced by successive generations of masters from the Great Law of Heavenly Manifestation, or is it a pre-existing lineage?

A moment later, as the starlight shifted, You Xishan, his face pale, fell to the ground.

Then, demonic energy spread, flames flickered, and the beautiful Wu Hua and Xiao Changce, who was holding a spirit snake, arrived one after the other.

Hu Lei, Xu Qingshe, Jiu Han.
As one Core Formation cultivator after another descended, the once silent hall gradually became lively.

Sensing the presence of all the cultivators in the hall, and the continuous flow of purple energy, a Dharma platform appeared, upon which sat a red-browed monk wearing the Xuan Yang Dong Sheng Dharma robe, his aura gentle and warm.

"Greetings, True Lord! May your path to immortality be long and prosperous, and your immortal journey everlasting."

“No need to be polite.”

With a wave of his long sleeve, the red-browed man used a gentle force to help the people who were bowing down to their feet.

His gaze swept over You Xishan, Wu Hua, and Xu Qingshe before finally settling on Fang Yi, who had sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a tall, upright figure.

"Nephew Fang, there is something I need you to do. I have already attained the Nascent Soul stage; the rest of the sects of the Great Yun Sect are fine with me."
The Hehuan Sect has an opportunity.

(End of this chapter)