I used folk talismans to ward off the evil spirit.

Chapter 81 The Palace of Nine Heavens, the Willow Tree Becomes a Spirit (Bonus Chapter for 300 Average Subscriptions)

The five who came to their aid did not stay long.

A streak of light shot out from the stone chisel and landed on the outer pillar of the palace, turning into a chisel mark that exuded an aura of pioneering.

The Dragon-Tiger Golden Elixir followed closely behind, a ray of golden light falling and condensing into a elixir pattern, which was imprinted on another pillar.

The ancient Bodhi tree, the mottled bamboo slips, and the blood-stained spear each left their mark.

The majestic voice came from the stone chisel: "This is the mark of our path. If you have any important matters to discuss, you may use this to send a message."

The real world is fraught with peril, and we should not linger any longer; therefore, we must take our leave.

The aged voice bid farewell with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Juntian has just embarked on the path of cultivation, and there must still be many mysteries to be discovered. We will not disturb you any longer."

Jiang Jun rose from his throne, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you all for protecting me. Please take care."

The five wondrous objects said no more, each transforming into a streak of light that pierced through the darkness and vanished in an instant.

Silence fell once more around the palace, with only the darkness still lingering in the distance.

Jiang Jun sat down again, but did not rush back to the real world. After successfully establishing the path, there were too many and too complicated changes that arose, and he needed to calm down and sort them out.

The first thing he sensed was the connection between himself and the avatar of the spirit.

With the palace's immense power, his consciousness extended along a nine-colored radiance and once again saw the azure planet shrouded in eerie mist.

An eerie atmosphere surged, and strange creatures roamed freely.

The scattered clones of the talisman were emitting faint, scattered light, like candlelight in the dark night.

Each of the magical artifacts that formed the seal was connected to his aura, like countless fine threads converging on him from all over the planet.

On a sudden impulse, he tried to project his consciousness down.

His vision suddenly changed, and he saw the familiar Qingjiang City, the building of the Department of Mysteries, and even sensed the protective charms on Cai Liang and Zhao Jing.

He withdrew his consciousness and tried to reverse this sensation.

With a thought, a ring of pale golden light appeared in the palace, like a doorway. If he wished, he could guide the consciousness of practitioners of the Dao of Suppression to this place.

"I see." Jiang Jun understood.

"This palace is not only my foundation in the Root Land, but also the hub of the Way of Suppressing Objects. Once a cultivator of Suppressing Objects reaches a certain level, they will be able to sense its existence."

He turned his gaze to the "Folklore Notebook" in front of him.

With the successful opening of the path, pages five through eight of the notebook are unlocked simultaneously, allowing for the free creation of protective objects, and there are no longer any restrictions on the number of protective object clones that can be spread.

"There's no rush right now—"

He tried to probe the notebook with his divine sense, but only sensed a hazy, chaotic void.

"I still can't see through it." Jiang Jun shook his head, but he wasn't exactly disappointed.

He had long been curious about the origins of the "Folklore Notebook," but he knew he couldn't rush it. In any case, it was deeply intertwined with his life, and the truth would eventually come out.

After successfully advancing to the extraordinary realm and opening the path, Jiang Jun needed to calm down and carefully ponder the specific changes in his cultivation level and the evolution details of the protective objects.

But now is not the time to delve into it.

Jiang Jun stood up, stepped down from his throne, and began to inspect the remaining palace complex.

It was so magnificent when we arrived, but now only nine halls remain. He looked at them one by one, his brows furrowing more and more with each examination.

Apart from the main hall where he was located, which was relatively intact, the other eight halls were mostly severely damaged.

The roofs of several palaces were blown off by lightning, and even the crossbeams were broken into several pieces.

Several other walls were covered in cracks, the marks of being struck and torn by those dark beings were shocking.

The furnishings inside the hall were in disarray, with almost no items remaining intact.

"With this kind of appearance, when cultivators are guided here in the future, their first impression will probably be that they've entered some kind of ruins or ancient site." Jiang Jun shook his head speechlessly.

He thought for a moment and then began to tidy up.

The method was simple: he moved everything that was still usable from the eight dilapidated halls.

A complete table, a fairly decent screen, a set of lamp stands, two bronze incense burners with few cracks—the odds and ends add up to quite a lot.

He made several trips before finally moving all these things to a relatively intact hall on the outskirts of the palace complex.

After moving everything, he then moved over the four items that were transformed from the original spirits of the protective objects.

Willow and jujube trees stand on either side of the courtyard, their branches and leaves lush and green.

Garlic, gourd vines, and red bean vines lay scattered in the flowerbed, looking almost identical.

Cinnabar, realgar, and white salt are mixed together and piled up into a three-colored mound, which is quite interesting to look at.

The little rooster paced back and forth in the hall, as if on patrol.

With everything settled, Jiang Jun stood in front of the main hall and looked around before finally nodding in satisfaction.

Now that I have successfully established this path, this palace will become a sacred place for the Way of Suppressing Things, and it needs a name.

He recalled his title: Juntian Daoren.

Legend has it that Juntian is one of the Nine Heavens, the central heaven. And coincidentally, there are currently only nine grand halls remaining.

"Corresponding to the Nine Heavens?" Jiang Jun thought to himself, and felt that this idea was not bad.

He looked up at the grand hall before him, pondered for a moment, and then made his decision.

The central hall can be called the "Hall of Heavenly Arrival"!

"And this one, is the first one I've tidied up, worthy of being the main hall of all directions, the 'Heavenly Hall'!"

Since the place of origin has no distinction between east, west, south, or north, Jiang Jun named the other seven buildings clockwise, with the Cangtian Palace as the due east.

They are: Yangtian Palace, Yantian Palace, Zhutian Palace, Haotian Palace, Youtian Palace, Xuantian Palace, and Biantian Palace.

However, these seven halls are not much better than ruins and will not be open to the public for some time.

Just as Jiang Jun was tidying up the palace, inside the Divine Bureau building in Qingjiang City, Blue Star.

Cai Liang and Zhao Jing, carrying turmeric and ginger juice, chatted with Zhao Chen's team, who finally had some free time.

Cai Liang was playing with the ginger juice when his expression suddenly changed.

Almost at the same moment, Zhao Jing also suddenly raised his head.

The power to suppress the objects around the two suddenly surged, and their auras rose steadily, directly increasing to a higher level.

A beam of light shone from them, startling Jiang Huang so much that she jumped off Zhao Jing's lap, and Jiang Zhi also stood up abruptly. The two little ones widened their eyes in surprise.

Cai Liang felt a buzzing sound in his mind, and his consciousness was drawn by a gentle force, vaguely sensing a magnificent place.

It was a magnificent palace, exuding a powerful aura that warmed his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to take a closer look, but his consciousness seemed to be gently tapped on the forehead by a finger, and he snapped back.

At the same time, a familiar voice, tinged with amusement, echoed in his mind: "It's not time yet, go back first."

Cai Liang suddenly came to his senses and found that Zhao Jing was also looking at him with a shocked expression.

The two looked at each other and saw the same ecstasy in each other's eyes.

"you also""

"You heard that too?"

Zhao Jing jumped to his feet, unable to suppress his smile: "It's Teacher! Teacher's voice! The path has been successfully opened, it must have been successfully opened!"

Cai Liang, his eyes also full of smiles, nodded heavily: "You sensed that palace, didn't you? Although I was bounced back after only one glance, the aura was definitely yours, Teacher."

Turmeric and ginger juice understood, one jumping around on the sofa with joy, and the other circling around on the floor.

Having witnessed the entire process, Zhao Chen immediately stood up and asked seriously, "The sudden surge in your auras just now, did that mean the one who successfully broke through to the Dao has succeeded?"

Just as Cai Liang was about to speak, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Su Tie, dressed in a police uniform, walked with a brisk pace and an undisguised smile on his face.

He walked in and went straight to Cai Liang and Zhao Jing, saying loudly, "Little Cai, Little Jing, congratulations!"

Before anyone else could react, Su Tie announced, "I just received an urgent message from the Divine Bureau. That senior has successfully opened up the path of suppressing things and has given himself the title: Juntian Daoren."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chen took a deep breath, then smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the two of them: "Good heavens, I was wondering why your auras suddenly surged so much. It turns out that senior, oh no, it's Senior Jun Tian who successfully opened up the path!"

Sun Yijing and the other team members were also surprised when they heard this, and they all stepped forward to congratulate her.

Cai Liang and Zhao Jing were surrounded by a group of people congratulating them, and they couldn't stop smiling.

Turmeric and ginger juice were so happy that one jumped up and the other shook its head, making the atmosphere even more lively.

Suddenly, Zhao Chen's phone rang. He answered it with a smile, then his eyes widened: "What did you say? The willow tree has come to life? You've been kidnapped?"

Upon hearing this, the officers from the Department of Supernatural Affairs thought that something strange was about to happen, and they quickly got up to prepare for a mission.

Cai Liang and Zhao Jing also suppressed their joy: "We finally got a day off, why are there more strange things causing trouble again?"

But Zhao Chen's voice betrayed a hint of doubt: "You mean, that willow tree pulled all your hair out and then used it to spank you?"

Everyone present: ???