The God of Heavens

Chapter 129: The Tea of ​​Enlightenment is Cold and the Yin and Yang are in Disarray

On a floating mountain thousands of miles away, Ye Fan suddenly felt something in his heart, and nine dark gold runes appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He subconsciously visualized the rune and chanted "Tongyou" softly. Suddenly, an illusory door appeared in front of him, and through the crack of the door, he could see the figure of Lin Yu sitting cross-legged.

“Wonderful!”

Ye Fan couldn't help but admire it. This was more than a hundred times simpler than the previous method that required preparing sacrifices and refining magic weapons.

The divine forbidden state slowly subsided, and Lin Yu completed his goal. Now, as long as he mastered the mantra, he could communicate with the Hell plane at any time without any external assistance.

Ye Fan's mind passed through the void channel constructed by the Tongyou Mantra and descended to the space-time hub of the Hell Plane. The scene before him shocked him -

The boundless fairy mist poured down like a river from the sky, flowing slowly in the void, dotted with countless dark golden stars, some large, some small, some visible, some hidden, and all slowly revolving around a huge dark golden vortex in the center.

The vortex emitted a soft and mysterious light. Dozens of rays of light extended out like threads, connecting the many light points suspended in the void, forming a mysterious star map.

"This is."

Before Ye Fan finished speaking, ripples appeared in the space behind him. Yaoguang Saint Lord Li Daoqing and Zhang Lingshu arrived hand in hand, followed by a figure in white. It was none other than Divine King Jiang Taixu.

"Everyone." Lin Yu's figure condensed in the starry sky, standing with a smile: "Is this place still pleasing to the eye?"

"Is this what you gained from your retreat?" Zhang Lingshu looked around, unable to hide his surprise.

Lin Yu nodded: "That's right. As long as you master the mantra of Tongyou, you can descend here with your divine consciousness."

"Why is it so empty?" Ye Fan looked around and said to the empty void.

"Haha." Lin Yu's mind moved, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically. In an instant, the fairy mist surged, and a magnificent fairyland slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes.

Nine galaxy waterfalls fall from the suspended fairy mountain, and the crystal water droplets condense into star garlands in mid-air; the mountains are covered with clouds and cranes are dancing; looking up, the suspended palace is looming in the clouds.

On the central main peak, a heavenly palace built entirely of divine jade stands tall, and the bronze chimes on the eaves move automatically without wind, playing the heavenly music of the avenue.

"What a paradise on earth!" Jiang Taixu exclaimed sincerely, "It's three times better than my Jiang family's sacred land."

Li Daoqing and Zhang Lingshu looked at each other and nodded. Although this world is small, it contains amazing spiritual charm of heaven and earth.

"Where did you find such a fairyland?" Ye Fan was dazzled and exclaimed in amazement.

Lin Yu raised his lips slightly: "A super rich second generation gift of friendship."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and a rainbow bridge formed by fairy mist extended from under everyone's feet, reaching the central heavenly palace.

As you step into the hall, you will see carved beams and painted buildings, magnificent gold and jade, and every detail is carved with divine power, extremely luxurious.

"Let's have some tea."

They sat down in the Heavenly Palace, and Lin Yu took out a sacred pot with nine dragons coiled around it and several jade cups, all of which were crystal clear and brilliant.

As the innate Taoist fire danced, strange phenomena continued to appear in the pot: the golden roc spread its wings, the black tortoise raised its head, the golden tripod divine bell rang slowly, and the rich tea fragrance instantly filled the entire hall.

“Is this Enlightenment Tea?”

Ye Fan stared at the leaves floating in the cup. The leaf patterns that looked like golden bells were clearly the embodiment of the traces of the Great Dao.

"The combination of enlightenment tea and divine spring water is just like the show of an ancient emperor." Zhang Lingshu was full of praise.

The Nine Dragons Magic Pot poured out the tea on its own, and the amber tea soup in the air evolved into the scene of the beginning of the world.

The tea soup turned into Taoist light as soon as it entered their mouths. Everyone felt their minds become clear and instantly entered the realm of enlightenment. All the secret techniques they had learned in the past were refined and sublimated at this moment.

Inside the Heavenly Palace, there is splendor and gold, with a faint fairy light flowing among the carved beams and painted buildings.

Everyone sat around drinking tea, the innate Taoist fire danced in the tea stove, the fragrance of the enlightenment tea turned into mist, and the flow of Taoist rhyme made people's minds clear.

"The Wudao Tea is indeed worthy of its reputation." After everyone drank it, they were all amazed.

Zhang Lingshu stroked his long beard and sighed, "The Wudao tea tree on Immortal Mountain only produces 108 leaves each year. I don't know when I'll be able to drink it again."

Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement.

Lin Yu's face darkened when he heard this, and he thought to himself that this old guy was usually serious, why did he show such a naughty nature today?

He waved his sleeve lightly, and forty crystal clear enlightenment tea leaves floated out, landing ten pieces on each person's table.

These tea leaves have different shapes, some are like small tripods, some are like fairy phoenixes, and each piece exudes a unique Taoist charm.

"Only someone as blessed as you can have such a large inventory." Zhang Lingshu said with a smile.

"The 108 pieces of tea are divided equally among the various sacred places in Beidou every year, and each family's income is very limited."

Jiang Taixu put down his teacup, his eyes blazing with fire: "Why did you call us here today?"

"Everyone knows that the Yin-Yang Cult is colluding with the Killer Dynasty. They came to cause trouble again when Ye Fan broke through a few days ago. I have made up my mind to destroy this sect."

Lin Yu's eyes turned cold, and he spoke in a cold voice, his voice like the clanging of a sword.

The Yin-Yang Sect and the Killer Dynasty were trying to attack him. His heart was already boiling with murderous intent. He must first uproot the Yin-Yang Sect, then find the Killer Dynasty's small world and destroy it in one fell swoop, so as to completely shock those evildoers. As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly fell silent. Everyone was shocked by Lin Yu's words.

The Yin-Yang Sect has dominated Zhongzhou for over 200,000 years, boasting a profound heritage and commanded by legendary sacred soldiers. Although friction has occurred among the major sacred sites throughout history, actual attempts to destroy the sect have been rare.

Zhang Lingshu's face was solemn. "How confident are you in this matter? If the Yin-Yang Sect faces a life-or-death situation, an ancient sage will surely emerge."

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "The ancient saints possessed immense powers, capable of severing the mighty with a single strand of hair. If they were to come armed with a sacred weapon passed down from ancient times, the consequences would be disastrous."

Lin Yu looked calm and said lightly: "It's okay, just leave the Yin-Yang Sect's background to me."

He has now broken through the Xiantai secret realm, his strength is incomparable to before, and he has the ultimate imperial weapon, the dragon-patterned black gold tripod in his hand. He is confident that he can suppress all the power of the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Okay!" Li Daoqing saw Lin Yu so confident and immediately made the decision, "Since you are so sure, my Yaoguang Holy Land will accompany you in this battle."

"I will lead the imperial army to attack the holy land of Yin and Yang Sect. I will trouble the Holy Lord to take care of the rest of the strongholds." Lin Yu bowed.

Jiang Taixu nodded slightly: "Do you need the Jiang family's help?"

"Please ask the God King to communicate with other divine dynasties in Zhongzhou and not let them interfere in this matter." Lin Yu's eyes flashed coldly.
"If someone doesn't know what's good for him and insists on getting involved," the implication is self-evident.

He didn't want some irrelevant people to come in when he was destroying the Yin-Yang Sect. If they insisted on interfering, he would kill them or at worst sink Zhongzhou!
"This is easy," Jiang Taixu replied. The Jiang family has extensive connections in Zhongzhou, and Lin Yu has a legitimate background and strong strength. It is unlikely that other divine dynasties will intervene rashly.

After everyone dispersed, Ye Fan stepped forward and asked, "Do you need me to help?"

Although he is only a fourth-level cultivator, if he controls the remains of the Great Accomplishment Saint Body, it will be no problem for him to kill a saint by surprise.

"You will be on the periphery of the battle. If any Yin-Yang Sect saint escapes, kill him for me." Lin Yu instructed.

Ye Fan's cultivation is still shallow, and the time he can control the Great Saint Body is limited. If multiple saints are trying to escape, he can do nothing and can only be used as a surprise attack.

This is also the reason why Lin Yu decided to take action against the Yin-Yang Sect only after breaking through the immortal platform.

The next day, the Yaoguang Holy Land issued a manifesto, accusing the Yin-Yang Cult of colluding with the Killer Dynasty to assassinate the Holy Son of Yaoguang. Heaven was enraged and people resented it. The Yaoguang Holy Land would mobilize its entire army to destroy this holy land.

The whole world is shaken, and all five regions are shocked!
"Have you heard? Yaoguang Holy Land wants to destroy the Yin-Yang Sect!"

In the Holy City Teahouse, a casual cultivator slammed the table and the spiritual liquid in the tea bowl splashed all over the table.

"Young people just love to brag." The old monk wearing a bamboo hat beside him sneered, "The Yin-Yang Sect has been established for 200,000 years. What storms and waves have they not seen? Back then..."

"This time is different!" interrupted the girl carrying the medicine basket. "I saw with my own eyes nine dragon chariots fly out of the Yaoguang Holy Land, each carrying an elder from the Immortal Stage Realm!"

On the second floor of the restaurant, several young men from aristocratic families were whispering:
"Can the Yaoguang Holy Land really destroy the Yin-Yang Sect?"

"It's hard to say. The Yin-Yang Cult's ancient mirror is a sacred weapon that has killed gods from other realms."

"But Yaoguang has the imperial weapon! My third uncle even witnessed the Holy Son Yaoguang defeat the Great King with his own eyes."

The entrance to the gambling house was filled with noise and the dealer was shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Latest odds! The Yin-Yang Cult will be destroyed in three days with a 1 to 2 odds!"

"I'm betting ten jin of energy that the Yin-Yang Cult won't last five days!"

"Bah! I'm betting 20 kilograms that the Yin-Yang Cult will strike back!"

In front of the North Territory Mine, several bandits squatted on the rocks and ate spiritual fruits:

"Boss, shall we go to Zhongzhou to make some money?"

"Looking for death! Didn't you see that the thirteen bandits have retreated to their lair?"

On this day, the divine light of the founder of the Yin-Yang Sect shot up into the sky, and the mighty holy power swept across the vast land, shaking the land of Zhongzhou like the sound of a bell:

"Yaoguang Holy Land is slandering and framing us! Our sect has been passed down for 200,000 years. How could we do such a despicable thing?"

This majestic voice sent an uproar through the five realms. The Yin-Yang Cult not only completely denied the assassination, but also directly accused the Yaoguang Holy Land of atrocities by detaining its powerful members and imprisoning their Holy Son and Holy Daughter.

"Yaoguang relies on the power of the imperial army to bully his fellow Taoists and commit acts of rebellion! The holy places of Zhongzhou are all of the same blood and we will not allow you to act so recklessly!"

The Yin-Yang Sect responded forcefully, each word cutting like a knife. As one of the oldest sacred sites in Zhongzhou, they issued a warning with a contemptuous air, demonstrating the majesty of their supreme sacred ground.

This was a naked threat, pointed directly at Southern Realm Yaoguang. This was the Yin-Yang Cult, a sect with a 200,000-year heritage. It dared to challenge any force, its depths unfathomable.

They made their attitude clear: if Yaoguang dared to attack, he would be suppressed by the joint efforts of all the holy places in Zhongzhou, and he would never be able to return!
All cultivators in the world were silent, and everyone had a premonition that a shocking holy land war was about to break out, and the land of Zhongzhou was likely to usher in a bloody storm.

In the sacred place of Yaochi, fairy mist is hazy, and the trunk of the ancient peach tree is like a dragon. By the fairy pool, a stone man with nine orifices and eight holes is absorbing and exhaling the essence of the sun and the moon. Several supreme elders and the Queen Mother of the West have solemn expressions.

"Queen Mother, the Yaoguang Holy Land and the Yin-Yang Sect are at war. How should our Yao Chi respond?" asked a dignified and beautiful woman.

The Queen Mother of the West was graceful and elegant, with a calm expression. She said, "The Yin-Yang Cult has acted recklessly and deserves this calamity. We must guard the holy land and refrain from interfering too much."

Inside the Beiyuan Golden Family, Jin Chixiao crushed the jade slip and sneered, "What a Yaoguang Saint!" Before he finished speaking, the sigh of the ancestor suddenly rang out from the forbidden area: "We don't need to worry so much about the affairs of the human race!"

(End of this chapter)