Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"Interesting. This barbarian land of Wuzhou has actually produced a prodigy who surpasses Huangfu Yuanji. Is it Yu Changsheng? I am more interested in him now."

A voice filled with interest suddenly echoed, startling the cultivators of Qingzhou. They all turned to look behind them, their expressions changing instantly. They quickly made way, bowed their heads, clasped their hands in a respectful salute, and said in a deep voice:

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

As the welcoming voices echoed, in an instant, the void behind everyone opened up, distorted and blurred, and bursts of bell tolled, resounding through the sky.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!"

As the bells tolled, a dazzling display of light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a majestic figure slowly approached from afar. He wore a long, dark gold robe embroidered with mysterious runes, which fluttered in the wind, and the sleeves seemed to shimmer with the movement of stars.

He wore a purple-gold crown adorned with nine coiled dragons, each dragon seemingly lifelike, exuding an aura of absolute dominance. His face was sharply defined, his eyebrows arched, and his eyes gleamed with a cold light that seemed to pierce through the endless void. His nose was straight, his lips tightly pressed together, radiating an imposing presence without anger. His tall and imposing figure seemed to reach the heavens and earth, his powerful aura contained yet understated, every movement carrying an innate majesty.

As he appeared, the spiritual energy around him surged like mist, with faint phantom images of dragons and phoenixes swirling and dancing within, adding to his sacredness and majesty. With each step he took, the void beneath his feet seemed to ripple, and the very space trembled.

It was none other than Huangpu Hongxuan, the ruler of the Qingzhou Dynasty!

Upon his appearance, the previously somewhat noisy crowd below fell silent, watching the high and mighty Emperor of Qingzhou with utmost awe. Though he was not angry, he naturally exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. The entire world seemed to become quiet and solemn because of his appearance. He was like a supreme god, his gaze indifferent, looking down upon everything in the world.

"Everyone, get up. No need for formalities."

Huangpu Hongxuan spoke calmly, his voice reaching everyone's ears. Everyone was immediately startled, their expressions becoming even more respectful. They all stood up, silent as cicadas in winter. However, their gazes fell on Huangpu Hongxuan, and then on the person next to him. Their pupils shrank, and they were all astonished, but no one asked any questions.

Beside Huangpu Hongxuan, there was another person, the same height as Huangpu Hongxuan, and it was he who had spoken just now.

This man was middle-aged. He smiled calmly, casually glancing at the people of Qingzhou, and said with a light laugh:

"It seems that Your Majesty's Crown Prince has met a formidable opponent this time. Judging from his appearance, Yu Changsheng seems to be much younger than Huangpu Yuanji. How interesting."

"If it weren't for our differing stances, you too could become one of the best under my tutelage, and it wouldn't be a problem for you to become a powerful figure in the region in the future."

The man's voice was calm, with a hint of a smile. He appeared to be middle-aged, tall and upright, wearing a moon-white robe that fluttered in the wind, as if he were one with the surrounding world.

His face was square and well-defined, with sharp, arched eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples. His eyes shone like cold stars, deep and sharp, as if they could see through the illusions of the world with just a glance. He had a high, straight nose, flat, red lips, and long hair that was casually tied up, with a few strands fluttering in the wind, adding a touch of carefree elegance.

What is most striking is the crescent-shaped mark that appears and disappears on his forehead, seemingly containing a mysterious and unpredictable power, with a vague Daoist aura. Unlike Huangpu Hongxuan's domineering and imposing presence, this person's skin emits a faint glow. He stands with his hands behind his back, his aura restrained, and he looks ordinary, like a commoner. Yet, his every move carries an air of elegance, and no one dares to underestimate him.

"Yeah?"

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Hongxuan remained calm, showing neither joy nor anger. He merely glanced at Yu Changsheng and Huangfu Yuanji, who were undergoing tribulation in the scene, and said calmly:

"This child is burdened with heavy karma, and his talent and potential are indeed excellent. If Yuanji's Dao body is inferior to his, it is understandable."

"Even if he perishes here, it's nothing. It's just a Dao body. My son can bear it. It can be considered as giving Yuanji's path more twists and turns, thus nourishing his invincible path. He has had too smooth sailing these years. A few more twists and turns are not a bad thing."

"Elder Meng, is that not so?"

"Indeed," Meng Xiangrui nodded, smiled quietly upon hearing this, and gave Huangfu Hongxuan a deep look before saying, "Your Majesty is quite open-minded. Indeed, this young man is quite remarkable. However, if he knew that the enemy he was so prepared for was merely a mere Dao body, what would he think?"

Meng Xiangrui's tone was slightly flippant, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Huangpu Hongxuan remained silent. Their conversation was not deliberately concealed, and was thus overheard by the others. The group of cultivators from Qingzhou were somewhat alarmed, their hearts churning with shock. They exchanged quiet smiles, looking at each other with bewildered expressions, countless thoughts swirling within them.

"The Crown Prince in the abyss is actually just a avatar, not his true form..."

"If a mere physical body can possess such power, then what kind of strength must the true body have...? Have all these years, what has been active before us been just such a physical body? I didn't even notice anything amiss."

"If that's the case, then where is the original body? And this Elder Meng, who can speak so frivolously with His Majesty, is he a person? The crescent moon mark... it seems the matter is true."

Countless thoughts surged through everyone's minds, and their expressions subtly revealed a hint of excitement. After taking a deep breath, they lowered their eyes and showed respect for Huangpu Hongxuan and Meng Xiangrui.

"The Crescent Moon Seal, someone from the Dreamy Holy Land has arrived..."

"The Crown Prince is merely a Daoist incarnation; his true form is self-evident. No wonder the Mengyao Holy Land has been so supportive of Qingzhou; now I understand..."

"Since that's the case, does this mean someone from Qingzhou is going to stand in our way?"

.........

Suppressing their excitement, everyone remained silent. Huangpu Hongxuan, however, frowned slightly, looking at Yu Changsheng undergoing his tribulation on the screen. A glint of malice flashed in his eyes as he spoke softly:

"Heavenly Dao Golden Core, nine Dao patterns, he can indeed be considered a genius. It seems that Dongming and Wushuang's broken soul tablets were killed by this boy."

Soul tablets are made from a wisp of a cultivator's soul as the core, supplemented with special materials. Their only purpose is to record a person's life or death status.

The shattering of a soul tablet signifies the death and dissipation of its owner's soul.

When Huangpu Hongxuan uttered these words, everyone was immediately shocked. Their pupils contracted sharply, they exchanged glances discreetly, suppressed their astonishment, and lowered their heads even further.

"Princes Huangfu Dongming and Huangfu Wushuang perished in the abyss of Luoya, suspected to be killed by Yu Changsheng. If that's true, then..."

With everyone lost in their own thoughts, the place fell silent for a moment, save for the sound of the wind and Huangpu Hongxuan's voice continuing to rise slowly.

"Although my two sons are not particularly talented and are not destined for greatness, they are still my bloodline. Since they have perished here, regardless of whether it was due to Yu Changsheng's actions, Yu Changsheng cannot be allowed to live."

"In addition, some blood must be shed in Wuzhou to commemorate the two imperial sons."

Huangpu Hongxuan spoke, his tone calm and his expression showing no anger, but his words carried a chilling undercurrent of bloodshed, which swept away all silence.

Meng Xiangrui remained silent for a long while, then nodded, a murderous glint in his eyes, and said calmly:

"Your Majesty is absolutely right. With the prince dead, this matter will certainly not be peaceful. The death of Yu Changsheng alone is not enough. In that case, let us slaughter Wuzhou in blood to comfort the spirits of the two princes in heaven."

"This abyss was originally opened for His Majesty the Crown Prince, and was also a test of Wuzhou. Now it seems that Wuzhou really has no other backup plans. Since there are no variables..."

Meng Xiangrui paused slightly, his eyes suddenly turning cold, and continued in a chilling tone:

"Since there are no variables, there is nothing that can threaten us. We will no longer play this game with Wuzhou. We will just suppress them directly."

"A mere three sects and six schools, with only a few Nascent Soul cultivators and not even Void Refinement cultivators, can be easily defeated. Your Majesty need not be too saddened. Soon, Wuzhou will realize its mistake."

Huangfu Hongxuan remained silent upon hearing this, his eyes flickered for a moment, then he nodded slightly and said, "With Elder Meng's assistance, it is naturally not difficult to conquer Wuzhou."

Meng Xiangrui chuckled, his gaze fixed on the abyss below. Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his expression, and said in a low voice, "Refining Light? This kid is really a bit strange. It seems that the fragments of the Enlightenment Tower have been completely absorbed by him."

Huangpu Hongxuan frowned, his eyebrows twitching slightly. In the abyss of Luoya, the heavenly tribulation was nearing its end, and Yu Changsheng was enveloped by nine primordial Dao patterns, with the light of refining protecting him, and the bolts of lightning dimming and extinguishing.

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"Interesting. This kid really can't be kept alive. Since the fragments of the Enlightenment Tower have been absorbed by him, we can only try to see if we can refine Yu Changsheng alive. Perhaps we can even extract some remnants from his Great Dao."

"However, I am quite interested now. What level will the Purple Mansion Gate that this kid has condensed reach after advancing to the Purple Mansion realm?"

Meng Xiangrui chuckled, his expression showing little anger. He frowned, then relaxed, his expression darkening slightly, his gaze shifting between light and shadow.

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In the abyss, the heavenly tribulation raged on, but it was gradually coming to an end.

Rumble!

The tribulation clouds surged, and thick bolts of lightning crashed down, but they seemed to be losing momentum. Under the tribulation, Yu Changsheng was covered in blood, riddled with wounds, and charred beyond recognition.

The entire abyss was riddled with holes due to the heavenly tribulation. The array that enveloped the abyss emitted a faint light and fluctuated significantly.

"Pfft pfft..."

Yu Changsheng's lips curled into a sweet smile. After enduring another lightning tribulation, his body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spilled out. He coughed weakly, his face ashen, but his eyes shone like stars, burning with nameless flames.

"It's almost time. The Heavenly Tribulation can't harm me."

Yu Changsheng grinned, and with his weak breaths, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continuously poured into his body. Under the constant tempering of the thunder, the Heavenly Dao Golden Core had already developed cracks, turning into torrents that swept through Yu Changsheng's limbs and bones, merging into his flesh, blood, soul, and spirit.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Rumble!

The heavenly tribulation surged, letting out a final roar. One after another, thunder dragons fell unwillingly, carrying the power of destruction. Yu Changsheng's body suddenly trembled, and he exhaled deeply. Nine primordial Dao patterns blocked in front of him, triggering boundless phenomena.

"Roar! Ro ...

Furthermore, the Crimson Purgatory Dragon danced, the Black Tortoise circled, the Golden-Winged Roc flapped its wings, the Colorful Star Deer trotted lightly, and the Purple Spirit Emperor uttered a soft cry, each unleashing its divine power. In an instant, the heavens and earth shone brightly, and the heavenly lightning collapsed.

The lightning was extinguished, the light of refining was shrinking, the boundless fire was surging, the towering tree was breaking inch by inch, and towering waves were surging one after another, with wind and thunder howling...

In the end, the lightning was torn apart, the tribulation clouds were pierced, and the light scattered into countless points of light, surging towards Yu Changsheng and the five beast tamers.

Surviving the heavenly tribulation is a gift from Heaven.

In an instant, the rosy light replaced the lightning, golden lotuses bloomed in the sky, and a torrent of water surged from the earth. Spiritual energy and the power of heaven and earth burst forth, and a Daoist voice echoed.

Yu Changsheng let out a soft cry and slowly opened his arms. The golden core within his body shattered with a bang, completely returning and merging into his flesh, blood, spirit, and soul. Like a torrent, it washed and nourished every part of his body. In its place, a radiant gate was born from the golden core, standing in the sea of ​​consciousness, projecting outwards, and standing behind Yu Changsheng.

"Buzzing!!"

A fierce wind swept through, and spiritual energy cascaded down like a waterfall. In the dim light, the three flowers above Yu Changsheng's head blurred and melted, turning into streams of energy that merged into the gate. Instantly, the gate trembled violently, emerging from the illusion and standing tall in the sky, connecting with Yu Changsheng and radiating an astonishingly terrifying aura.

This gate is ancient and cannot be looked at directly. It exists only in perception and cannot be seen with the naked eye. At this moment, it is just a blurry outline. Bathed in lightning and surrounded by lightning, it appears even more resilient. Yu Changsheng roared, and all his energy and spirit poured into this gate. Instantly, the originally blurry gate quickly became clear, began to solidify, and became even more majestic!

The most important sign of advancing from the Golden Core to the Purple Mansion is the formation of the Purple Mansion Gate. This gate is born from the Golden Core and requires the nourishment of the Three Flowers to gather the cultivator's essence, energy, and spirit. From this gate, one can communicate with heaven and earth, and from then on, one's lifespan will exceed a thousand years, and one's supernatural powers will be boundless.

The quality of the Purple Mansion Gate varies greatly depending on the cultivator's foundation and potential.

For ordinary people, the Purple Mansion Gate is a hundred feet high, and they can achieve supernatural powers. For outstanding people, the Purple Mansion Gate is a hundred feet high, and they have a chance to become a deity. For those with extraordinary talent, the Purple Mansion Gate can reach nine hundred feet, which is extremely rare!

As for the ultimate limit, all the gates of the Purple Mansion are thousands of feet high, making them invincible within the same realm!

At this moment, Yu Changsheng's Purple Mansion Gate appeared, instantly attracting countless gazes. Simultaneously, on Huangpu Yuanji's side, the Heavenly Tribulation was also overcome, and he too received gifts from the Heavenly Dao. Amidst the flowing light, the Purple Mansion Gate opened and converged. (End of Chapter)