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

Chapter 869 Organizing Xuan Yang, the Nascent Soul Ceremony Begins
Chiyang Cliff.

The carriage pulled by the Azure Dragon came down, and Fang Yi lifted the green veil and stepped down. His gaze swept over the beautiful and accomplished Five-Flower True Person, and he bowed in respect.

"Greetings, Senior Uncle Red Eyebrows."

Crimson-Eyebrowed Zi, clad in a robe emblazoned with the rising sun, exuded an aura of purple light with every gesture. "Did you gain anything from Yin Yue on your trip to the Joyful Union Sect?"

"The spiritual items needed for body tempering have been prepared," Fang Yi said. "In addition, I also met with Yu Ji."

Yin Yue seemed to have different thoughts from Yu Ji; the former was determined to find a powerful backer in Xuanjian Mountain and Yaowang Valley.

Yu Ji, however, had other ideas. Did her master know the secret behind it?

Fang Yi's eyes were fixed intently. Tian Que and Guang Sheng were nowhere to be found, and their fate seemed more ominous than good.

As the oldest cultivator in the Great Cloud Sect, Chi Mei must know a great deal about the secrets of various sects.

It is said that if you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

Moreover, if one were to compete with Jianzi of Xuanjian Mountain and the Great Master of Yaowang Valley, the support of Chimei would be indispensable.

"You are quite quick-witted, young man. You saw Yin Yue's wealth and the Grand Masters of Xuanjian Mountain and Medicine King Valley on this trip."

Chi Mei smiled nonchalantly, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes, and whispered.

"Go ahead and fight for Yu Ji without hesitation!"
It's fine that I haven't broken through, but since I'm not as strong as others, I naturally have to retreat.

Having already broken through, I will not allow Medicine King Valley or the True Lord of Suspended Sword Mountain to interfere in the struggles between you juniors.

Thinking of Huang Guangsheng, who was nearing the end of his life, a hint of tenderness appeared in his burning eyes. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke:

"After my Nascent Soul Ceremony, my sect launched an attack on the vast icy plains."

Xishan inherited the legacy of Tianji Peak, Hengyi has the foundation of the Ancestral Hall, and Wuhua also received guidance from this old man.

Only Fang Yi, you established the Five Extremes Peak lineage yourself, but you lack the time to accumulate experience.

"If we could acquire Yin Yue's wealth and become Daoist partners with Yu Ji, the Five Extremes Peak lineage could save hundreds of years of accumulation."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Uncle." Fang Yi, dressed in a blue cloud-patterned robe, the hem billowing in the mountain wind, continued to inquire.

"With Yin Yue's wealth, why is she stuck at the mid-stage of Core Formation and unable to break through?"

"Ah, to be favored by Junior Brother Guang Sheng, Yin Yue was once full of vigor and had a small reputation in the Su Nu Sect."

pity"

Chi Meizi sighed softly, his brows furrowed, and said in a deep voice, "This matter is related to the Jianyang Secret Realm and involves several major sects."

Yin Yue should give you that withered purple-veined vine.

With this spiritual item as the main material, and by collecting some more third-tier spiritual items, the necessary materials for refining the puppet will be complete.
"Wait until you have achieved the perfect Core Formation, or have crafted a near-fourth-tier puppet, before discussing this matter further."

'A hidden gem in Jianyang?'

A glint of light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes. This secret realm had been passed down since ancient times and could be considered the greatest opportunity in the Great Yun Dynasty.

Nearly 80-90% of the mature third-tier spiritual plants he possessed came from secret realms, a testament to his abundant opportunities.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Uncle."

"Well, you may go now. As the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, you should be in charge of organizing this Nascent Soul Ceremony."

A talisman slipped from Chi Meizi's sleeve, surrounded by auspicious clouds, its aura gentle and warm.

"This Xuan Yang Token is temporarily bestowed upon you, and all the cultivators in the sect are at your command."

"Cultivators are proving their Dao at the Nascent Soul stage. At least half of the major Nascent Soul sects of the Great Yu Dynasty will be here. I must not let Xuan Yang lose face at my Nascent Soul Ceremony."

"Yes!

"Nephew, I accept your command!" Fang Yi said solemnly, accepting the Xuan Yang decree and bowing respectfully.

A few moments.

Watching the departing azure light, Chi Mei shook his head slightly and said regretfully.

"Unfortunately, it is ultimately a mid-grade spiritual root, which is a burden due to its aptitude."

Although he was quick-witted and capable, even achieving the perfect formation of the Golden Core was extremely difficult, let alone condensing the Nascent Soul.

"Old man, you really don't think much of Fang Yi?"

Her long, dark blue hair was half-loose, adorned with a blood-red coral hairpin, a black belt around her waist, and a soul-capturing bell hanging from her bare ankles. Every gesture she made exuded a lingering fragrance.

"He is over two hundred years old. Although his cultivation is slow at the initial stage of the fifth level of Core Formation, he can reach the late stage of Core Formation before he turns three hundred."

Everything went smoothly, and he could achieve the perfect formation of the Golden Core at the age of four hundred.

"The three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit have declined from their peak; there is still sixty years to seek the Dao opportunity."

"Therefore, what I say is that I do not have a high opinion of Fang Yi, not that the path to enlightenment is cut off."

Otherwise, why would he bother plotting against Yin Yue for him?
Although the Nascent Soul True Monarch rarely intervenes in the matter of Core Formation, both Jianzi Junhuai of Xuanjian Mountain and Litan of Yaowang Valley have powerful backers.

"Those around me are my Xuan Yang descendants, listed on the Golden List. Things are not what they used to be. With this old man like me supporting them, how can the younger generation compete for the top ten thousand Daoist opportunities?"

With deep, dark eyes, he spoke softly, "As for success or failure, the opportunity has been given."

"Finally, it's better than all the patriarchs of the past, who had no foundation in the Dao at all."

"As for the True Persons who can step into the Perfect Core Formation stage, which one of them doesn't have the potential to go further?"
But how many cultivators can actually attain the Nascent Soul stage, extend their cultivation path, and enjoy a lifespan of a thousand years?

"A Nascent Soul," Wu Hua murmured, her eyes filled with longing.

Fang Yi only had a sliver of hope, and wasn't she in the same boat?
Weren't You Xishan and Zhang Hengyi the same?

Even with the support of the Red Eyebrows, she had absolutely no chance of going any further.
The Daoist temple was in its initial stages of completion, with a fourth-order spiritual vein, a Nascent Soul condensing spiritual object, and a treasure for tribulation crossing—each and every one of these required immense effort and dedication.
And this was still with the support of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, and with the backing of a senior figure.
For independent cultivators, those from small sects that have reached the Core Formation stage, and those from branch lineages who are true cultivators, the difficulties will be more than ten times greater.

Five Peaks.

Due to the battle for Nascent Soul a month ago, the vegetation on the towering Spirit Peak was completely burned away, leaving only dark rocks.

"Buzz!"

As the Pearl of Vast Ocean spun, Li Heng's fingertips formed incantations, and streams of green spring water poured down, continuously dissipating the fiery energy within the peak.

Beside them, the green lotus flag fluttered in the clear water, its verdant vitality gathering and transforming into a radiant light that washed down.

Qin Yu had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a solemn expression, and his black brocade robe fluttered in the wind.

"Buzz!"

As life took hold, the flames in the ruins on the mountainside were extinguished.

He wiped the sweat from his temples, looked up at the mountainside and the summit, his anger growing stronger, and his face showed longing.

"This is the power of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, which is extremely great and noble, possessing the ability to move mountains and overturn peaks."

The aftershocks alone shattered the third-tier protective array of the peak, and the remaining Daoist essence still requires a Core Formation cultivator to wear it down daily.

"What you say is absolutely right, senior brother. I have heard of the power of the Nascent Soul stage before, but I have never actually seen it."

Now my junior brother has witnessed it firsthand.

"It has been going on for over a month without stopping, and the fiery energy within the peak has only been reduced by half."

Li Heng wore a robe of vast ocean magic, a crown of nine springs on his head, and a long sword at his waist. His aura was like a clear spring, nourishing all things.

He waved his hand and scattered the spiritual seeds, then unleashed a minor cloud and rain spell, a look of exhaustion appearing in his eyes.

As the drizzling rain falls, pine and bamboo grow, tender buds sprout from the ground, and a lush forest gradually takes shape.

Before Li Heng could even catch his breath...

"Buzz!"

A wisp of dark white Daoist energy appeared, transforming into blazing Daoist energy that burned the forest to ashes.

As the lush forest turned to ashes, the Xuanbai Daoist aura once again seeped into the earth and disappeared without a trace.

"really."

Qin Yu was not surprised. Even if it was just the aftershock of a Nascent Soul True Monarch's attack, the remaining Daoist charm was extremely refined and pure, with a very high essence.

Even for a True Immortal to activate a magical artifact to wear down an opponent's power, it's not something that can be accomplished in one go.

It must be repeated three to five times, like water dripping on a stone, to erase this trace of Taoist charm.

"I wonder when Master will return, and what about Junior Brother Huo?"

Li Heng sighed softly. The ancestor condensed the nascent soul, which greatly expanded the nascent soul lineage, and the whole world rejoiced.

However, the fact that his junior brother, with whom he had been together since childhood, had almost severed ties with him made it difficult for him to be happy.

"How is Zhao'er?" A wisp of emerald light appeared, Fang Yi's robes fluttered, and he stood on a green lotus, looking at his two disciples.

"Master?"

"Disciple Li Heng greets Master!"

"Disciple Qin Yu greets Master!"

Fang Yi gazed at his two disciples, one surrounded by vitality and the other swirling with tides, their cultivation having greatly improved. He nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face. He had established his lineage precisely to gather people for cultivation, and these two disciples who had condensed their golden cores would save him a great deal of time in collecting spiritual objects and cultivating spiritual herbs.

The remaining time can be used to study the art of puppetry and the methods of spiritual healing.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi was surprised. When Huo Lie Zhenjun fought with Tian Que, several divine abilities of divination were used.

With the help of the Yin Huai Reflection Mirror, he could only gain a superficial understanding of the changing seasons and his Path of Heavenly Secrets had faintly broken through to the third level.

'This is.'

The phantom image of a six-pointed plum blossom appeared in his eyes, the Plum Blossom Divination Technique was activated, and the hand gestures in his sleeves changed.

After a few breaths, he understood.

As my disciples, Qin Yu and Li Heng also received a trace of the Xuan Tian Spirit Vine's legacy, which they used to suppress their fortune.
Therefore, when condensing the Golden Elixir and breaking through the elixir grade, one avoids three-tenths of the external tribulations.

The Mysterious Heavenly Spiritual Root has such wondrous uses?

Fang Yi was in a daze, but in that instant, he became even more certain that he must not reveal the information about the Xuan Tian Ling Vine.

With a wave of his sleeve, he gently lifted his disciple up, a smile playing on his lips.

"Indeed, it can reshape the Five Extreme Peaks and also erase a small portion of the Daoist essence left by the True Monarch."

Your encounter with the remaining energy of the True Lord is also a fortuitous opportunity.

Now it's too late; the Nascent Soul Ceremony is approaching, and things can't continue like this.

"disease!"

The Void Realm Banner of Withered Glory rose behind him, its dim, yellowish light flowing and its withered Daoist essence gathering.

Fang Yi wore a lotus crown, his robes fluttering, and his gaze swept across the hundred-mile-long Xuan Yang Mountain.

Aside from Crimson Sun Cliff, where True Monarch Crimson Eyebrows resides, there are only three remaining spiritual peaks: Heavenly Mystery Peak, Pure Yang Peak, and Five Extremes Peak.
The three spiritual peaks were all dark, each with disciples from various Dao lineages making moves, using the residual Daoist energy from the aftershocks of the battles between Nascent Soul True Monarchs to hone their magical foundations.

It should end.
The Nascent Soul Ceremony is a matter of great importance to the sect. This is the first time we've made a move in front of the major powers of the Great Yu Dynasty, so we cannot afford to be careless in the slightest.

"Buzz!"

The Xuan Yang Token slipped from his sleeve, surrounded by purple energy, and the Daoist aura of the rising sun flowed around it.

"Decree of the Nascent Soul True Lord: All disciples of Xuan Yang Mountain, obey my commands!"

The powerful words resounded like muffled thunder, piercing through the dark rocks and echoing for miles around Xuan Yang.

Tianji Peak, the waterfall is parched, and the rocks are covered with cracks.

Half of the building had collapsed, leaving only the Star-Picking Pavilion at the Observation Platform, where You Xishan held a scroll and slowly looked up.

"Junior Brother Fang?

Since returning from the Hehuan Sect, it's unknown how much benefit he has gained from Yin Yue's immense wealth.

"Dayun is ultimately too barren."

He muttered something and unleashed a beam of starlight. "Within the command of the sect, yet also holding true authority over the sect leader."
Under the divine power of the Fiery True Lord, a thousand miles of land were reduced to ruins, and the spiritual essence of Xuan Yang Mountain was exhausted.

What will Junior Brother Fang do? He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes sparkling, and a scroll of the Southern Dipper constellation appeared behind him.

"This is the first time our sect has displayed its prowess as a Nascent Soul cultivator; we must not lose our composure."

Unfortunately, Xuan Yang Mountain was previously just a small sect focused on Core Formation, living in a remote corner. No cultivator would send an invitation to the Great Yu Nascent Soul Ceremony.

In the Ancestral Hall, beneath three jade statues, a bronze lamp emits spiritual light.

Zhang Heng, who was preparing for the Nascent Soul Ceremony, frowned slightly and looked towards the Five Extremes Peak. "Could Fang Yi, on his own, erase the Nascent Soul Dao Aura?"
"Don't embarrass Master Guang Sheng."

"However, returning from the Hehuan Sect so quickly must have meant he gained quite a few opportunities."

"That's fine too. One withers, the other flourishes—their paths are different. The spiritual energy and opportunities of the Great Yu far surpass those of the Great Yun, enough to sustain two Grandmasters at the Core Formation stage, who are seeds of the Nascent Soul stage."

Red Sun Cliff.
Ice Soul Valley.
Tianxing Pavilion.
Nine Cold Immortal, clad in an Ice Soul Robe with white hair and beard; Xu Qingshe, holding the Heaven and Earth Furnace, its flames blazing; Huang Daiyue, wielding the Mountain and River Seal, exuding a powerful aura; and Zhu Huan, with a sharp aura and carrying a seven-foot-long sword.
One after another, divine thoughts arose, some scorching, some icy, and some profound.

Seeing the purple aura surrounding the Xuan Yang Token, everyone bowed respectfully.

"We respectfully obey the decree of the Sect Master!"

"good!"

Fang Yi flicked his sleeve, and his slender fingers extended out with a seemingly slow but actually rapid motion. The five-colored spiritual light within the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner flowed, transforming into the power of a blessed land, and was used to bless the area.

He pressed down lightly with his five fingers.

The decaying Daoist energy spread, transforming into ripples of the Five Elements that continuously expanded and penetrated deep into the earth.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the earth shook and mountains trembled, and streams of profound white Daoist energy were forced out, transforming into spiritual flames.

"We're a hundred miles south; I'd be grateful for your help, Senior Brother."

"Your decree is obeyed by the Sect Leader!"

Within Tianji Peak, the six stars of the Southern Dipper rise, transforming into a star map, with the hexagrams of Heaven and Earth changing, and streaks of silver light falling down.

"The northern region, a hundred miles away, will be entrusted to Uncle Hengyi," Fang Yi said, his gaze falling on the Ancestral Hall.

"Can!"

In the Ancestral Hall, Zhang Hengyi's illusory image of the Five Grains appeared and nodded slightly.

"Your decree is obeyed by the Sect Leader!"

"Boom!" A jade ruler flew out, surrounded by lush green vitality, shattering the streaks of mysterious white true flames.

"The West will be left to Senior Sister Wuhua," Fang Yi said, his gaze shifting to Chiyang Cliff.

At the top of the "Goodness" cliff, a crimson dragon smoke furnace rises, surrounded by five-colored smoke and clouds, its mouth wide open.

"Buzz!"

The white flames rolled back, constantly being swept up by the treasure furnace.

"As for the East," Fang Yi said, a hand seal appearing at his fingertips, "I will take charge of it."

The withered and decaying Daoist aura receded, and the power of water and wood gathered, transforming into azure spiritual clouds.

"Hurrah!"

The torrential rain fell, and the white flames gradually died down, their fire extinguished.

Amidst swirling clouds and mist, starlight dances, life spreads, and wisps of fragrance linger.
Visible to the naked eye, in the center of the Black Stone Land, which spans thousands of miles, ancient trees rise from the ground and green vines spread, revealing a lush and verdant spiritual garden.

Ten days later, at Xuanyang Mountain.

The endless yellow sand danced and transformed into a long river, surging and turning in nine bends and eighteen turns, as more than ten cultivators traversed the turbid current.

The Nine-Bend Immortal, dressed in a brown robe, concealed his aura. Gazing at the lush and verdant spiritual peak, where the misty spiritual energy transformed into vapor, he showed a look of surprise.

"If the spiritual veins of Xuan Yang Mountain hadn't been destroyed, how could they have nurtured such a sacred land?"

"Buzz!"

A rainbow bridge rises from the Five Extreme Peaks and extends outwards.

Qin Yu, dressed in a dark brocade robe, exuded a powerful aura as he slowly walked across the rainbow bridge.

Sensing the cultivation level of the Nine-Bend True Man at the seventh level of Core Formation, a glint flashed in his eyes.

Just as Master predicted, although Dayun is barren, it is full of outstanding talents and heroes.

If it weren't for the patriarch's advancement to the Nascent Soul realm and the Nine-Bend True Man's forbearance, the Great Cloud Sect would have emerged as a major force.

He bowed deeply, his expression solemn.

"I have met the Great Master Jiuqu. My master has already given instructions to prepare accommodations for you."

Before Fang Yi could even appear, Master Jiuqu sighed inwardly. How could he have predicted that a Nascent Soul True Monarch would be born at Xuan Yang Mountain?

Therefore, the Earth Formation Book given to the Seven Precepts earlier is a major hidden danger.

He had a gentle demeanor and spoke politely, showing no regard for the early-stage Core Formation stage.

However, Qin Yu, the disciple of the Xuan Yang Mountain sect leader, needs to be given some leeway.

"I wonder when Sect Leader Qingyang will have time? I have important business to discuss with you."

"Buzz!"

Just as Qin Yu was about to speak, a bright blue rainbow bridge rose up, and the sound of the tides echoed.

Li Heng transformed into a streak of light and rose up, holding the Vast Ocean Pearl in his hand, gazing at the distant, wild and untamed aura that appeared in the heavens.

"Monster clan?"

(End of this chapter)