I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Chapter 91 Celestial Deer, Sword Immortal! (10,000 words delivered! Please subscribe!)

Shanghai, late at night.

The curtains were drawn tight, blocking out all the neon lights and car horns.

The room was dark, and the monitor emitted a faint blue glow, casting a half-light and half-shadow on Qingyuan's face.

After putting the local specialties his aunt had given him aside, Qingyuan nestled back into his chair, unscrewed his thermos, and sipped some goji berry water.

"call----"

"By day I pretend to be a wise man and a model youth, and by night I serve these disciples and grand-disciples. I, your ancestor, have done a lot of hard work and made great contributions."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly and shifted his gaze to the right.

In the corner of the screen, the [Furnace Realm] icon flashed red light wildly, as if urging someone to give up.

"Don't rush, the more you rush, the less likely you are to get the good stuff."

Lightly tap the mouse with your index finger.

The stove lid opened by itself, and purple smoke billowed out.

The black sphere absorbed by the giant deer's body had long since fallen silent.

In the center of the furnace, a halo of light floated, its color grayish-brown, exuding a chilling and awe-inspiring power.

The words leap out:

[Refining complete]

[Obtained: Remnant of True Spirit (Fragments of Memory)]

[Belongs to: Ancient Immortal - Yuanyou Immortal Lord (Nine-Colored Divine Deer)]

[The Daoist lineage: Underworld (Yin Earth, Second Dao): Bearing the final resting place of all things, embracing the remains of a thousand mountains, transforming vitality into deathly stillness, and using the virtue of the Earth to perform the burial of the netherworld.]

[The Secret of the Soul: The soul enters the Dao, illuminating the Nine Netherworlds, seeking to reverse life and death and attain immortality through the principle of Yin reaching its extreme and Yang emerging.]

[Annotation: An ancient being who fell from the Great Luo Heaven and transformed into the Immortal Deer Plain, leaving behind his last obsession with the world, containing the mystery of his past demise, as well as the truth behind the formation of the Undying Sword Tomb!]

Qingyuan rubbed the roller between his fingers, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Immortal Lord Yuanyou...Netherworld...

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Case solved.

The huge pit under the Imperial Sword Sect's backside is definitely not a benevolent group.

The monster that Xuanji Shangren transformed into was probably contaminated by the corpse energy emanating from this "senior".

Even a remnant of poison from an immortal who has been dead for countless years can render a Foundation Establishment cultivator neither human nor ghost.

How fierce must the fight have been to take down the divine deer back then?

"The truth is right before your eyes; you'll regret it if you don't see it."

Take a deep breath, adjust your sitting posture, and slouch comfortably so you don't faint and fall later.

"Reading!"

Fingertips fall.

A burst of gray light shattered the view and instantly engulfed the room.

Weightlessness, loss of consciousness, and being thrown into the sky.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already a mere bystander in the void.

This place has no up or down, no four directions, only chaotic gray mist.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Deep within the chaos, a muffled sound, like the simultaneous beating of billions of war drums, shook the very soul.

The fog tore apart.

A giant hoof shattered the illusion and took over the field of vision.

The creatures are magnificent, and their presence is terrifying.

A deer.

It is no ordinary beast.

It was tens of thousands of feet long, its fur shimmering with a murky nine-colored divine light, its hairs like towering rotten wood, and when the wind blew, the aura of decay and new life intertwined and entangled.

The most terrifying of them all has two horns on its head, resembling two dried-up Yellow Springs, winding towards the sky!

Between the forks, countless blurry, dead souls wailed and floated.

It carries the weight of a grand city, its shadowy form hazy and lifeless.

With each step, golden blood from the wounds fell into the void.

"Splash!" 6

When blood touched the chaos, it immediately transformed into pitch-black mountains and endless graves.

Earth element, Yin element, underworld earth!

Bury the heavens, bury the earth, bury all living beings.

At this moment, the fairy deer was in a terrible state.

His body was covered in sword marks, and where his ribs were broken, his internal organs throbbed hot like stars, surrounded by swirling black smoke.

He fled, roaring.

"Injustice! Heaven is unjust!!"

The sound waves transformed into tangible ripples, shattering the surrounding chaos.

Qingyuan felt as if his soul was about to break apart.

I could vaguely catch snippets of the roar.

"I rule the underworld! I am the master of the netherworld!"

"The cycle of life and death is a fundamental principle! Simply absorb that wisp of energy to mend the deficiency!"

"I will break free from these shackles! I will transform the Netherworld into the Land of Breath! I will attain the Dao and become a Golden Immortal!!"

"Who dares to stop me?!"

Yuan Youxianjun appeared to be insane.

Behind them, the ghost city shone brightly, and the phantoms of ghostly soldiers and generals appeared, wanting to break free of their cages and fight for a glimmer of hope.

Just then.

"Sizzle—"

—"

The fabric made a soft tearing sound.

It drowned out the roar of the giant stag and suppressed the collapse of the void.

Chaos, like a sheet of Xuan paper, was cut and split in two.

One person slowly stepped out.

A slender, ordinary figure.

The Taoist priest wore a white-washed gray robe and walked barefoot through the void, untouched by dust.

His face was blurred, as if obscured by the main road, with only wisps of mist visible.

He held a long sword, still sheathed, horizontally in his arms; the scabbard was ancient and simple.

The Taoist priest stood there.

The Yuan You Immortal Lord, whose size was as large as a star, appeared somewhat small and fearful.

"roar!!!"

The roar ceased.

Its massive body was stiff, its four hooves pounded restlessly, and a chilling wind blew.

The ghostly city's phantom seemed to see its natural enemy, shrinking back in fear and gloom.

The gray-robed Taoist shook his head.

Qingyuan felt the same way and let out a sigh.

disappointment.

It's like facing an old friend who has gone astray, or like watching a naughty child.

Finally, the Taoist priest spoke.

"Yuan You".

His voice was clear and gentle, carrying a sense of vicissitude and serenity, penetrating the chaotic and undulating.

"The journey is arduous, and every step is fraught with peril."

"You wish to go further, to transform the Dao Fruit of the Netherworld into the Breath Earth, and knock on the door of the Golden Immortal. This is the heart that seeks the Dao, which I understand and have never hindered."

His voice suddenly turned cold.

You shouldn't have done that, you absolutely shouldn't have.

"Greed arose, and delusions were stirred."

His hand gently stroked the sword sheath, his tone low and somber: "Even if the Commander of the Central Secretariat is not here..."

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"How dare you lay your hands on the signposts left behind?"

boom!

Upon hearing the words "Zhishu," Qingyuan's mind felt as if it had been filled with lead.

pain!

That fucking hurts!

Countless fragments, blurry and indistinct, like fragments of memories from a past life or even further back, exploded in my mind.

I can't remember.

But that unforgettable sense of familiarity made him tremble all over.

That sound.....

The voice of a man reprimanding a celestial deer in the vast void!

He remembers!

When he received the cultivation technique, the one who called him "Zhi Shu" from the starry sky was him!

Qingyuan gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the dizziness with sheer willpower.

Don't faint!

Failing at a crucial moment is stupid!

This not only concerns the truth of the game, but may also involve his own past!

In the chaos, the giant deer seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and knowing that begging for mercy was hopeless, it went completely insane.

"Taibai! Stop pretending!!"

"The pivot is dead! The orthodox tradition has crumbled!"

"That thing is gathering dust! Why can't I take it?! Why can't I attain enlightenment?!"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain! If you want to stop me..."

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"Just do it once!!"

Immortal Lord Yuanyou stood up.

Between the two horns, the Yellow Springs River poured down, mingling with the countless wronged souls of the Ghost City, transforming into a filthy torrent that washed away the laws of the world and submerged the gray-robed Taoist.

The surrounding chaos corrupted, turning into a pitch-black swamp that devoured the Taoist.

There is no way to avoid it.

The Taoist priest stood silently, watching the destructive torrent, and shook his head slightly.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

The four-character heavenly law nails the void to death.

The hand that was holding the sword hilt moved.

One inch.

The longsword was drawn an inch from its sheath.

In an instant.

The hazy, disordered chaos and nothingness suddenly brightened.

Countless brilliant stars were born from nothingness, orbiting the Taoist priest and revolving along mysterious trajectories.

The Tao follows the way of nature.

At the point where the sword hilt separates, the three energies intertwine and surge forth, with clear boundaries and a solemn Daoist aura.

The first meaning is: [Exchange for gold].

Its color is a deep white, like frost and snow, like withered bones.

It belongs to Yin Metal, which signifies desolation, decay, and the destruction of all things.

Once this energy is released, all life force is cut off.

The second is: [Geng Metal].

Its color is pure gold, like the sun, like the blazing sun.

It belongs to Yang Metal, representing sharpness, breaking through falsehoods, and being indestructible.

Once this energy is released, all laws will be broken.

The third is: [Azure Gold].

Its color is bluish-gray, like cold iron, like the cold of winter.

It belongs to the state of balance, with metal and water mutually nourishing each other, representing an immortal order.

Once this energy is released, heavenly laws will be established.

The three energies unite as one.

Venus shines brightly, the sword opens the gates of heaven!

"This sword will send you to your doom."

The Taoist priest whispered, his intention preceding his sword.

The surging Yellow Springs River, like red iron touching snow, quietly vaporizes and melts away.

The ghost town's phantom image collapsed.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Countless fine sword marks appeared on the body of Immortal Lord Yuanyou without warning.

The wound shone with starlight, hindering its healing.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The screams were not like the roars of beasts, but more like the lamentations of collapsing rules.

The giant deer's antlers broke off, and its divine body was torn to pieces.

Even this chaotic space was cleaved open by a single sword strike, leaving an unhealable gap.

"No!! I refuse to accept this!!"

Critically injured and on the verge of death, the massive, mangled body lost its support and plummeted into the darkness below through the gap, which is the present world.

Even in death, I will drag this entire world down with me and pollute all living beings in this realm!

The Taoist priest watched the falling deer carcass but did not give chase.

"go."

He opened his mouth and spat it out.

A beam of blue light shot out from his chest.

A seemingly ordinary bamboo and wooden measuring ruler.

It is lush and green, with natural bamboo-like texture.

Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat.

An unprecedented, primal longing, from the very core of the soul, madly assaulted reason.

That's his!

Or rather... it once belonged to him!

The green ruler swells with the wind, transforming into a long, blue rainbow that stretches to the heavens and the earth.

They started late but arrived early, catching up with Julu.

He swung his sword in mid-air.

Countless blue and purple runes fell.

Layer upon layer, densely wrapped around the remains, with the heart area completely sealed.

He tightly sealed the deathly resentment within his body, which was enough to destroy an entire world, without letting a single trace leak out.

"Boom!"

The colossal object plummeted into the darkness.

After completing this task.

Chaos returned to deathly silence.

The gray-robed Taoist priest held a sword, his figure ethereal.

Qingyuan thought his memories had ended.

Taoist priest.

Turn around.

The direction in which Immortal Lord Yuanyou fell was not seen.

Tilting his head slightly.

Our gaze transcends the river of time, crosses the boundary between reality and illusion, and shines directly beyond the void.

Even though the facial features are not clearly visible.

Qingyuan clearly perceived this.

He is looking at himself!

"Buzz!!!"

My mind went blank, and my senses went blank for a moment.

"Hahoo—!!"

Qingyuan fell backward with such force that he and the chair almost tipped over.

He was panting heavily, his whole body soaked through as if he had been pulled out of the water.

The oppressive feeling of being stared at by higher-dimensional beings still makes his fingers tremble uncontrollably.

"That...what kind of look is that..."

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He grabbed the water glass and gulped it down in one go, only then did Qingyuan feel his soul return to his body.

That Taoist priest.

That sword immortal.

Taibai?

No, in this world of cultivation, he is the pinnacle of the Golden Path.

and..

The last look in his eyes wasn't directed at a stranger at all.

It's like watching an old friend you've been waiting for a long time.

"The pivot... Venus..."

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After recovering, Qingyuan looked at the screen again.

The memory playback ended, and the interface returned to normal.

The ink painting depicts the Guanhua Gate operating in an orderly manner.

The large map mode suddenly and automatically starts.

The map was originally desolate, except for its own Guanhua Gate.

At this moment, three points of light appeared faintly in different directions.

Due west, at the core of the Imperial Sword Sect's territory, the Undying Sword Tomb, was a forbidden area shrouded in black mist.

An extra dark gold sword-shaped mark appeared, faintly revealing the sword intent of the Taoist priest from before.

In the center of the Immortal Deer Plain lies an unexplored area marked with the name of the Liao Dynasty.

A thick, earthy-yellow light spot appeared, resembling an inverted cauldron.

The far north.

Beyond Langdang Mountain, into the vast desert.

A vast, snow-covered, unknown land.

A vibrant green light appeared.

shape..

It was none other than the Green Wood Measuring Ruler that had suppressed Yuan You in my memory!

Qingyuan stared at the three points of light, his expression incredibly complex.

The truth is almost pieced together.

The dead immortal deer, the sword family of the Imperial Sword Sect, and three special dungeon coordinates.

There's also the karmic debt that I, as an "ancestor," inexplicably bear.

He gave a wry smile, rubbed his throbbing temples, and muttered under his breath, "Three instances?"

"The sword of the sword immortal, the cauldron of the immortal deer, and my ruler?"

"Now we're in for a busy time."

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