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

Chapter 876 Fang Yi Obtains the Daoist Lineage and Cultivates Profound Skills Through Disciples

"We don't know if we'll live or die in the underworld." Despite the cracks that had appeared on the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror and its dimming light, a look of sorrow appeared in Chi Mei's eyes.

Years have passed, and we are now separated by two different realms.

Regardless of whether Tianque and Guangsheng can resume their journey, there will be no day when they meet again.

Using the contingency plans left by their ancestors, they traveled to the Yin Realm via the Xuan Yin Altar, forcing both of them to sacrifice a portion of their cultivation.

The Yin Realm is suppressed by ancient powerful beings, making it ten times, or even a hundred times, more difficult to come to Qiongzhou.
"Om~"

The spatial rift shattered, and sharp fissures expanded like a spider web, transforming into countless blades that swept in.

Faced with a life-or-death threat, Chi Mei's hair stood on end, and he did not hesitate for a moment.

"go!"

With a flick of his sleeve, a continuous purple aura spread out, engulfing Fang Yi, and they quickly fled towards the outside of the Great Demon-Suppressing Stele.

"Wow!"

A purple afterimage swept past the Demon-Suppressing Stele, plucked the Green Wood Token wrapped in ancient vines, and fled like lightning.

Unrestrained, the Demon-Suppressing Stele shone brightly, like a majestic spiritual peak, with rays of precious light appearing as it pressed down with the force of collapsing mountains and destroying peaks.

"boom!"

The earth shook violently, high cliffs collapsed one after another in Lishan, and a raging hurricane surged.

Beyond the gaping maw, the purple light stopped, and the Crimson-Eyebrowed Rising Sun robe fluttered as he exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He watched as the silver spatial storm swept through, causing the Great Demon-Suppressing Stele to tremble incessantly. The Corpse Emperor, clad in black armor, and the Dharma Body Mountain, comparable to a top-grade magic weapon, were slashed with cracks.

Grayish blood splattered everywhere, and yin energy condensed into dark green gems of varying sizes.

"That was close."
"If we get caught in a spatial storm, that would be a huge problem."

Chi Mei gazed deeply into the abyss, then sighed softly.

He glanced at the locust leaf in Fang Yi's hand out of the corner of his eye, a look of reminiscence on his face.

"The Wudao Wood Ritual is the most core inheritance of the Ancestral Hall. Guang Sheng planned for the sect his whole life and was devoted to the public good, but in the end, he also had a change of heart."

Fang Yi, don't let your junior brother down.

"I will not disappoint Ancestral Master Guang Sheng." A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Yi's eyes. Huang Guang Sheng valued the lineage of the Ancestral Master Hall more than his own life.

Otherwise, given his background and foundation, it's not impossible for him to have gone further by leaving Dayun and Dayu.

But it was this very person who, in the face of life and death, passed down the wooden ritual.

Fang Yi gripped the Yin Huai liquid in his hand, and tiny, delicate characters, like mosquitoes and flies, began to appear, vaguely evolving into the phantom of a wooden altar.

A primal aura emerged, and the figures of ancient shamans flashed by.

'The mark left by the Witchcraft and Ghost Path was cut off.'
Although not as good as the original, it can still connect to the spirit left behind by the Great Venerable Jumang, the Ancestor of Witchcraft.
The journey to the underworld was fraught with peril, yet Patriarch Guang Sheng still harbored resentment.

Preparing the altar for the shamanic ritual takes a great deal of effort and time.

For a Core Formation cultivator, practicing this method without the sacrifice of a fourth-tier spiritual object only slightly enhances their combat abilities.

But Fang Yi is different.

Holding the Mysterious Heavenly Spiritual Root in hand, even if it cannot be used lightly, it can still provide an extra trump card that can decide the outcome.

“Grandmaster Guang Sheng.” His eyes darkened. “What you failed to do, I will surely take that step.”
The position of Nascent Soul True Lord

Half a year later.

Xuanyang Mountain, Wuji Peak.

Fang Yi gazed at the vast jade platform, where fiery blood energy surged, and his thoughts slowly began to turn.

"Wu Hua has already gone ahead to the vast icy plains, while Heng Yi and Xi Shan are still in seclusion, recovering from their old injuries."

His gaze shifted to the robust figure on the jade platform, and he murmured softly.

"Soon."
Sharpening the axe won't delay the woodcutting; Jiu Shang is also contacting Lu Xiaozi to complete the inheritance and practice the Forty-Nine Mysterious Arts.

By employing a two-pronged approach, completing just one step will allow me to further enhance my combat abilities.

Both are complete.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep and mysterious, and faint witchcraft patterns flowed on his body, reflecting his anticipation.

'His current foundation far surpasses that of his previous life; once he overcomes his weaknesses, he will be worthy of being called a cultivator at the peak of the Core Formation stage.'

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Huo Zhao, shirtless, unleashed a punch and a palm strike, a faint golden glow appearing on his tanned skin. His bulging muscles trembled, and excruciating pain shot through his bones.

"Roar!" Accompanied by a ferocious tiger phantom roaring to the sky, Huo Zhao took a step forward, and his righteous blood energy soared into the sky.

"good!
"Great progress"

Fang Yi's eyes revealed a six-pointed plum blossom phantom. He made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and twelve strands of azure silk were condensed and injected into Huo Zhao's acupoints.

"Buzz!"

The six strands of azure silk traveled through the eight extraordinary meridians and entered the dantian. The six silk threads transformed into mist, seeping into the muscles, bones, and flesh.

He slightly closed his eyes, his divine sense traveling along his meridians, inch by inch surveying the changes in his muscles, bones, flesh, and skin as he cultivated the Four-Nine Mystic Arts, and the transformation of his essence, energy, and spirit.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Yi nodded, extending his slender index finger, from which wisps of verdant medicinal aroma rose, filling the air with a delightful fragrance.

"Congeal!"

The medicinal vapors transformed into sweet rain, seeping into Huo Zhao's long and strong limbs and bones, making the faint golden glow dazzling.

With a sharp, excruciating pain, as if his bones were being pulled out, Huo Zhao's face contorted in agony, and the veins all over his body throbbed like earthworms.

"Edict!"

The banner of the Void Realm of Withering and Flourishing rises, and five colors of spiritual light—blue, white, yellow, red, and black—flow and transform into a jade pool. The clear water and medicinal liquid ripple gently, soothing the soul.

"Puff."

Fang Yi waved his hand and threw Huo Zhao into the pool, his eyes cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead object.

"broken!"

His long, slender index finger with distinct knuckles pointed down and landed on his dantian.

"The Crimson Essence Transformation Technique!"

The crimson lines, carrying a bloody stench, spread along the body of the Dharma, transforming into various patterns.

"crack!"

"what!!"

A piercing scream echoed as Huo Zhao, his face deathly pale, struggled incessantly.

"Concentrate!"
Calm down!

Fang Yi frowned slightly. Compared to Sheng Bo'an, who endured hardship and persevered for nearly a hundred years in despair, Huo Zhao's temperament was still somewhat lacking.

If not forcing growth, it would take at least another 60 years of refinement before his disciple could possibly cultivate the [Crimson Essence Transformation Method] on his own and rebuild his cultivation from scratch.

Unfortunately, I can't wait.
The vast icy plains were a benefit ceded by the various sects of the Great Yu after a Nascent Soul True Monarch emerged from Xuan Yang Mountain.

Those who have stable property have stable minds, lest the Red Eyebrow Master Uncle act recklessly and bully the weak.

But how much benefit I can gain from it depends on my cultivation level.

An hour later, the sun set in the west, and a bright moon rose, its silvery light casting a thin veil over the desolate Xuan Yang Mountain.

"Buzz!"

Huo Zhao slowly awoke from his coma, feeling the cracks all over his dantian, which seemed to be shattered yet not quite.

"Master."

He licked his dry lips and spoke in a hoarse voice, respectfully saying, "Thank you for your help, Master."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner transformed into a dim yellow spiritual light and fell into his sleeve.

"The Crimson Essence Transformation Seal already imprinted on the True Elixir will slowly dissipate as the elixir body breaks and the accumulated essence and blood energy dissipates."

"Carefully refine this essence and blood energy. Once the true elixir is fully transformed, you can begin cultivating the Four-Nine Mystic Technique."

"Practice diligently."
Within the sect, they conquered the vast icy plains, where a fourth-tier spiritual vein was about to take shape, holding countless opportunities and spiritual treasures.

The lingering sound faded away, and a streak of azure light disappeared from the Five Extremes Peak.

Tianji Peak, Zhaixing Pavilion.

On the observatory, You Xishan, dressed in hemp clothing and holding a dove-shaped staff, watched the descending light.

"Junior Brother Fang?

"Is this visit to complete the task of passing on the tradition?"

　2000 words added, one more chapter tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)