The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 136 The Legacy of the True Monarch (Second Update)

Until then.

All the cultivators who experienced this calamity, whether they were high-ranking old monsters of the Purple Mansion or low-level disciples struggling to survive, truly understood that the saying in the sect's classic texts, "When a True Lord is angry, heaven and earth will be overturned," was not an empty phrase. They realized that the seemingly minor difference between the Purple Mansion and the True Lord was actually a world of difference between "human" and "close to the Dao."

It's not just a difference in power, but a fundamental difference in the level of life, understanding of and control over the rules of heaven and earth.

The True Lord possesses such great power that he cannot be simply defined by the word "immortal".

They are living "beacons," walking "natural disasters," and also potential "opportunities."

Their joys and sorrows, their struggles and rivalries, are closely related to the lives of ordinary people, yet they are also so distant that it is despairing.

These three days will be forever etched in the annals of history.

Later historians may record this catastrophe under names such as "The Calamity of the Purple Talisman" or "The Daoist Conflict of Gui Mao," using vivid and detailed descriptions to depict its tragedy and impact. However, they can never fully capture the ultimate clash that took place in the depths of the East China Sea during those three days, a clash that determined the fate of hundreds of millions of lives.

After this calamity, many cultivators even recalled the actions of True Monarch Zixu who personally went to the Diluo Sect to exterminate demons a month ago.

Only now did they realize that True Lord Zixu hadn't just let the water flow freely; he had unleashed the ocean.

With the abilities she has demonstrated so far, she could have wiped out the entire Diluo Sect even if she had only sent a spiritual body back then. But she insisted on sending her true body just to show off (crossed out) and to play it safe.

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The aftershocks of the great battle did not immediately subside once the outcome was decided.

Ten days later, in the East China Sea.

When some daring cultivators from the Eastern Lands cautiously rode their escape lights and approached this terrifying sea area that had just experienced a battle between True Monarchs, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The first thing that catches the eye is the sky.

The entire sky over the East China Sea was covered by a layer of dark purple thunderstorm clouds that blotted out the sun.

The clouds were not ordinary rain clouds, but were formed entirely from liquefied, violent, dark lightning power.

Lightning snakes danced wildly in the clouds, thunder dragons appeared and disappeared, and the deep rumble of thunder never ceased, as if the god who controlled thunder was continuously raging.

Sunlight could not penetrate the thunderstorm clouds, making the sea below as dark as night, with only the occasional bursts of lightning illuminating the sea and clouds in an eerie purple-white hue.

What's even more unsettling is that this thunderstorm cloud seems to possess some kind of "spirituality" or "residual Taoist charm".

Any living being that gets close to its edge within a certain range will be attacked by countless randomly falling purplish-black lightning bolts.

Its power is terrifying; even a cultivator at the Purple Mansion level would be severely injured if struck by it.

If any cultivator is reckless enough to recite or transmit the true name of a True Monarch like "Zuo Qingqiu" through their divine sense within the range of the thunderstorm clouds, they will immediately attract the most violent and concentrated thunderbolts from the thunderstorm clouds, as if they have offended a taboo of this world.

Therefore, the name "Zuo Qingqiu" became a true taboo in the skies above this sea area.

However, crises often coexist with opportunities.

This "Eternal Thunderstorm Zone," formed by the battle of the True Lords and imbued with pure and vibrant Yin Thunder Daoist energy, is an unparalleled sacred ground and treasure trove of opportunities for cultivators of thunder magic, especially those of the Yin Thunder lineage.

As long as one can withstand the relatively "mild" lightning baptism at the edge, tempering one's physical body, primordial spirit, and magical treasures within it, and comprehending the Dao of Yin Lightning, the effect will far surpass a hundred years of arduous cultivation in ordinary Yin Sha thunderstorm lands.

Therefore, shortly after this eternal thunderstorm zone was discovered, countless cultivators practicing thunder magic, like sharks smelling blood, gathered from all directions, lingering and probing the periphery of the thunderstorm zone, and even venturing deep into it, staging a series of crazy scenes of seeking breakthroughs on the edge of death.

Meanwhile, many adventurous monks discovered another strange event.

Countless strange "islands" have appeared throughout the East China Sea.

These islands are not fixed, but drift slowly and move freely in the vast East China Sea with the help of ocean currents and sea breezes.

The island is entirely black and white, as if it were formed from the purest ink. Its texture is neither gold nor stone, and it feels as supple as rice paper and as lustrous as ink.

The island is barren, yet it nurtures all sorts of strange "spiritual creatures".

There are strange plants that resemble carved black jade, springs that flow with black and white spiritual liquid, and ink beasts that are relatively gentle and composed entirely of ink. In the core of some large "black and white islands", "ink marrow crystals" containing pure ink Daoist charm will condense, which are even more valuable than "ink stones".

Clearly, these "black and white islands" are special "legacy" formed by the manifestation of the scattered original essence and supernatural powers of Fu Shui Zhenjun after his defeat, mixed with the water spirit of the East Sea.

For cultivators who practice water magic, especially those of the talisman water lineage, as well as alchemists, weapon refiners, and talisman masters who require specific water-based spiritual materials, these drifting "black and white islands" are undoubtedly mobile treasures.

Thus, just as the aftermath of the True Lord's War had subsided in the East China Sea, the appearance of the "Thunderstorm Zone" and the "Black and White Islands" stirred up a new round of bloodshed.

Countless families, sects, gangs, and independent cultivators in the Eastern Land have engaged in fiercer and more protracted open and covert struggles, killings, and plundering for the "cultivation rights" of the Thunderstorm Zone, the "mining rights" of the Black and White Islands, and the rare spiritual creatures nurtured there.

The war between the True Lords has ended, but the "legacy" they left behind continues to profoundly influence this world, stirring the winds of change.

Clouds breed new grudges and affections, and also give birth to new strongmen and legends.

Today, as dawn breaks over the Hanmo Mountains, drifting clouds drift lazily by.

In the distance, the dark green mountain ridges undulated gently in the morning light, while nearby, the verdant pine and cypress branches were covered with dew from the night, shimmering like shattered stars in the dim light.

The mountain mist, carrying a unique, moist, ink-like fragrance, flows slowly, creating distinct layers and varying shades that color the peaks and pavilions.

Everything is still veiled by that unique ink-wash filter, somewhere between reality and illusion. The green of the mountains is a gradual transition from dark blue to emerald green, the blue of the flowing water is a light wash of ink, the gray of the sky is a blur of white space, and even the few fallen early-fallen maple leaves are tinged with a vermilion-like crimson.

This should have been a breathtaking "fairyland in a painting," a place that could soothe the soul and cleanse one of worldly cares.

Walking through it, every step is stepping into the flowing landscape, and every breath carries the unique charm of traditional Chinese painting.

However, at this moment, the Fu Shui Xian Sect, located at the heart of this ink-wash landscape, was permeated with a heavy, almost stagnant, low-pressure atmosphere that was completely out of place with this stunning scenery.

The mountain gate is majestic, with a gate carved from "sinking ink jade" soaring into the clouds. The four ancient characters "Fu Shui Xian Zong" on it used to flow with ink-like brilliance and exude a Taoist charm, making people look up in awe.

Today, though the writing remains, its luster has dimmed considerably, even faintly revealing a hint of indescribable "obscurity."

"Heavy" as if bearing an invisible pressure.

Within the sect, the pavilions, towers, corridors, and waterside terraces remain as exquisite and elegant as a painting.

The disciples came and went, all dressed in uniform ink-patterned robes, their demeanor displaying the unique reserve and discipline of disciples of the True Lord's lineage.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover many differences.

In the past, the disciples of the Fu Shui Xian Sect always carried a certain arrogance and superiority in their brows, which belonged to the True Lord lineage and was naturally present in Xi Jinping's mind.

Their every move, whether walking, sitting, lying down, speaking, or behaving, exudes an air of confidence that "Our Fu Shui Xian Sect is the leader of all Daoist traditions in the world, with a True Monarch who has been manifest for eight thousand years presiding over us, allowing us to look down upon all living beings and dominate the world."

When interacting with cultivators from other sects, even if they are polite on the surface, the condescending detachment and scrutiny deep in their eyes are clearly discernible.

Now, that arrogance and confidence have been severely damaged, as if struck by an invisible hammer, leaving fine but deep cracks.

The disciples mostly kept their heads down and walked in a hurry. Even when they met, they would only nod quickly and rarely stop to exchange pleasantries.

Even when they were talking, their voices were kept very low, their eyes darting around, revealing an undisguised bewilderment, unease, and even a hint of fear.