Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1089 Planning
Mount Luofu.

The burning figure stood tall in the sky, burning away the dark clouds and illuminating most of the Ghost Realm. The cultivators below, coming and going, appeared as insignificant as ants.

In the past, most of the time, that towering figure had been gazing at the outside world. However, this time he turned his head, his eyes, which were as bright as the sun and brimming with boundless magical power, staring straight at the palace on the top of Mount Luofu, watching an old man walk out of it.

The old man was wearing a long robe, his brows furrowed.

A sickly pallor lingered on his face, and a halo of iridescent light shone behind his head, rippling outwards like waves.

The next second, a majestic figure uttered a booming voice:

"Lingming, your injuries have not fully healed yet."

"Why are you leaving the pass now?"

The old man then seemed to wake from a dream, raised his head to meet those eyes as large as mountains, and smiled, "I can't recover. This is my limit for now."

"so serious?"

Upon hearing this, the ever-flowing storm of magical power in the eyes of the True Lord Zhifa Chiyuan roared: "Where does Di Cang, a cultivator of the Dharma Body, get such methods?"

“That’s not quite right.” The old man shook his head. “Although I cultivated the Dharma Body, I later became the first emperor of the Dao Court. Even if I can’t change the foundation of the Dharma Body, it’s normal for me to have more mystical aspects. My injuries are related to the Heavenly Rules and Earthly Laws, which is why I’ve become so powerful.”

"Let's get down to business."

At this point, the old man smiled again: "I heard that the successor of Lord Si Chong has been born and has accomplished great things at Baodu Mountain."

".really."

Zhi Fa Chi Yuan Zhenjun paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "However, Baodu Mountain is now deserted, and that person doesn't seem to trust us too much."

"Is there such a thing?"

The old man frowned, pondered for a moment, then shook his head, before changing the subject: "What about Flaming Mountain? Has Qingkui brought back any news?"

"Not yet."

True Lord Zhifa Chiyuan shook his head again: "As you know, the [Purple-Azure Tushita Fire] isolates the inside and outside, so even if there is news, it cannot be transmitted too quickly."

"That's right, I was too hasty." The old man sighed, then said, "The preparations for [Dragon Tiger Mountain] have already been made by sending spiritual materials from the mortal world, but it's still not enough. If we manage to fight another battle and have some more people die, we can collect their essence after death and then we should be able to gather enough."

His words clearly indicated that he was already used to it.

In an instant, the eyes that met his gaze suddenly narrowed, and a terrifying storm of magical power crashed down, transforming into endless iridescent colors that covered him layer by layer.

"Boom!"

A moment later, the illusion dissipated, and the old man stood unharmed in the same spot, his face filled with regret: "Supreme Law, these are all necessary sacrifices."

"Besides, it's not just about collecting the essence of our own people; we also need to collect the essence of those Cave Heaven Demon Lords. And even if we take a step back and assume that we and the Cave Heaven Demon Lords are mortal enemies, it would be beneficial to weaken them as much as possible before the [Fifth Ghost Realm] is completed."

"You need to consider the bigger picture."

Facing the gaze of the old man, or rather, the Taoist master Qingwei Lingming, deep thoughts flashed in his eyes, which were formed by surging magical power.

After a long silence, a response finally came.

".good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the imposing figure turned away, no longer meeting the old man's gaze. The old man shook his head and chuckled, then walked back into the palace.

Yet at the same time.

The old man remained unaware that a calm-looking young man was listening to his conversation with the True Lord of the Supreme Dharma in the distance.

Only after the old man left did the young man in the crane cloak sigh, his face revealing a visible sadness, which he quickly concealed, deliberately putting on a stern face. Then, a stream of light separated from the majestic figure of the True Lord of the Supreme Dharma and transformed into a human figure that landed in front of him.

"Zhifa greets Your Excellency."

As soon as he appeared, True Lord Zhifa Chiyuan bowed respectfully without saying a word. The young man waved his hand, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Senior Zhifa, you're too kind." Zhifa Chiyuan Zhenjun quickly shook his head: "Before you, sir, I cannot address you as 'senior'."

"Not at all. When I first embarked on my cultivation journey, I heard of your reputation, senior. I even discussed the changes in magical power with you in the Sea of ​​Light."

"And it is I who have let my senior down."

At this point, the boy, who had been smiling, suddenly lost his expression and said in a deep voice, "I woke up too late; many of them are already beyond saving."

“Even though I managed to extract a little from the underworld, most of them were just remnants of instinct. Their memories and lives had been scattered. It was my inadequacy that prevented me from saving them all.” After saying this, the boy reached into his sleeve and took out a crimson banner.

"This item is called the Crimson Carriage Banner."

"I have stored all the true spirits I have collected inside. Perhaps, if I succeed in this mission, there is still a glimmer of hope that I can awaken them."

Looking at the banners, even the True Lord Zhifa Chiyuan fell silent.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Thank you for your trouble, sir. This can be considered as collecting the bodies of my old brothers. I am already satisfied."

"I dare not hope to go any further."

After saying that, he reached out and solemnly took the banner, looking at the sleeping, broken true spirits inside, a trace of nostalgia showing in his eyes.

This is the last glimmer of light from the three foundations.

"Besides that, there's something else I'm sorry about," the boy said again. "Regarding Qingkui, I witnessed his death, but I didn't stop it."

"It doesn't matter."

The True Lord of the Dharma of Origin sneered: "The magic arts of Xuan Yuan have been in the mortal world for too long, and they are no longer on the same path as us."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the boy again and said solemnly, "Sir, you did the right thing. Since you have made up your mind, you must not be merciful. You must know that a merciful person cannot command an army. Even if it is us, you must not hesitate when it is time to sacrifice. I am also prepared to sacrifice myself."

".I see."

The boy exhaled deeply. With his intelligence, how could he not understand these principles? It's just that some things, even if understood, are difficult to choose.

However, time waits for no one; if you don't choose, it will choose the worst one for you.

Recalling everything he had witnessed, the boy's eyes gradually regained their resolve: "Justice must be stained with blood, whether it is mine or the enemy's."

Only then did True Lord Zhiyuan nod:

"Wishing you a resounding victory, sir."

Speaking of this, he recalled the mysterious man who dared to impersonate Qing Kui, and had to admit that if the boy hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed at all.

'That must be the successor of the Sorcerer's Seal, right?'

'Judging from his actions, he is clearly a ruthless and suspicious person. That's fine; the world needs people like him these days.'

Thinking of this, True Lord Zhifa Chiyuan couldn't help but imagine: 'Moreover, since he was able to gain the approval of both Lord Sichong and Lord Huanyao, no matter how radical his methods or how cold and cruel he appeared on the surface, deep down he must still be a good person with a strong sense of righteousness.'

"We didn't kill enough before."

At Flaming Mountain, Lü Yang sat upright in the pavilion, gazing at the thriving divine trees. A deep sorrow flickered in his wise eyes.

"I didn't think there was anything wrong with it before."

"But looking at it now, there's clearly a lot of room for improvement. I should have killed more back then and collected more of the essence of the dead!"

As they spoke, a towering tree had already sprung up from the ground.

The Blood Pool of Myriad Refinements was completely drained, all its mysteries vanished, and surging, boundless mist replaced the Blood Pool's alchemical fire, roaming freely between heaven and earth.

'The Great Forest Wood, a true treasure, has been refined!'

(End of this chapter)