Hei Fengshen's infinite deduction to become a saint

As the eerie black flames rose, a sense of crisis instantly arose in Li Changshou's heart.

Without any hesitation, the spell "Shangqing Buzhui Qi" was cast.

A layer of cyan gas surrounded him, and the black fire was immediately blocked when it landed on his hand.

Li Changshou felt his defensive spell being eroded by the black fire; although not strong, it was continuous and stable.

He frowned slightly and gently touched the black leather scripture at the source of the black fire with his fingers.

He took out the scripture, flipped through it slightly, and the Jade Disc of Creation in his mind had already been activated, silently scanning the book.

Within the continuous information world of the Jade Disc of Creation, a subtle change occurred at a certain point in time.

That was a black mountain peak located in Xiniuhe Prefecture.

Black flames burn there year-round, and some dark-bodied demon bulls live within them.

They travel in large groups, often rushing out of the Flaming Mountains to plunder food, and have clashed with many other species.

Among these demonic bulls, some gradually cultivated into demon races, gathered together to form clans, and dominated the surrounding hundreds of miles.

This black-covered book is titled "The History of the Demon Bull Clan," and it is a record of the history of the Demon Bull Clan during that period.

It even contains descriptions of some spells and supernatural powers of the Demon Bull Clan, and some fragments of text, which, though incomplete, contain profound mysteries.

It was precisely these mysterious runes that gave rise to the mysterious black fire.

A glint of light flashed in Li Changshou's eyes. These strange runes were the manifestation of the power in this unusual world of gods.

As my gaze swept across these rows of bookshelves, I noticed a subtle power emanating from almost every book.

This means that there are countless different types of runes, which will become the foundation for the future creation jade tablet to deduce all techniques and supernatural powers.

Li Changshou resumed his reading, using magic to select books, seemingly choosing but actually secretly recording all the information.

Everything was going smoothly, and he could clearly feel that the number of runes recorded in the Creation Jade Disc was increasing at an astonishing rate.

As more information was added, the Jade Disc of Creation underwent subtle changes, with a faint black tinge appearing on it.

It was an eerie color, seemingly representing the essence of this world.

Li Changshou watched silently, his heart growing increasingly heavy.

"This bizarre world of gods is more dangerous than I imagined."

"These runes involving power, merely as records, reflect this eerie radiance on the Jade Disc of Creation."

"Hopefully there won't be too many negative effects. This is the legendary Jade Disc of Creation, and it's a fragment that even Hongjun didn't obtain."

Taking a deep breath, Li Changshou became even more cautious and silently went about his business.

A gentle breeze silently surrounded him, and a pair of eyes silently watched him.

Inside the Yingxian Tower, Hanzhixian slightly opened her eyes, a strange look flashing within them.

"Is this nameless Taoist really here to read books? There's been no movement from him for the past two days."

"Or was it really just a stroke of luck that caused the change in his cultivation technique?"

Han Zhixian pondered for a moment, then raised her right hand to perform a divination. Her eyes flashed with a strange, dark blue wind, which seemed to be blowing towards the past, spying on everything about Li Changshou.

She quickly frowned. The world was oppressive, and the cause and effect were in turmoil. Her divination skills could not reveal anything.

"Trouble! Calamity energy permeates the world, disrupting the workings of cause and effect."

"Forget it, he can't cause any trouble on this Yingxian Island."

Bai Yueyun, standing to the side, looked at her with a cold expression and said, "Since you suspect him, why not find a reason to kill him?"

Han Zhixian glanced at Bai Yueyunu and said irritably, "Things aren't as simple as you make them out to be."

"After all, he was just a nominal disciple. He came to pay his respects with utmost respect, offered sacrifices, and only entered the Sutra Repository after receiving permission."

"Our Jie Sect is one of the three major sects, and everything must be done in accordance with the law."

"To arbitrarily remove registered or nominal disciples based on suspicion is nothing short of laughable."

"We must never disgrace our master; you must remember this well."

Upon hearing this, Baiyue Yunu became serious and said no more.

Han Zhixian looked towards Golden Turtle Island, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

"Master, what changes have occurred in this world?"

……

Golden Turtle Island - Biyou Palace.

A young Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a lotus platform. His face was indifferent, his figure was thin, and his whole person gave people a sense of etherealness.

But behind him, there was a faint outline.

Its outline has four arms, each with a sword of a different color, seemingly gathering endless killing intent within them, and its eyes contain endless ferocity, like an endless death zone.

The mere outline is enough to make one afraid to look directly at it; to look at it is to certain death.

This Taoist priest was none other than Tongtian Daoren, the leader of the Jie Sect.

He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and looked towards the sky.

"Looking for me at this hour? Is there something you need, Master?"

With a slight sigh, Tongtian Daoren slowly rose to his feet, and the seven immortal attendants beneath him opened their eyes and looked at him.

Tongtian Daoren's cold voice echoed, "I'm going to Zixiao Palace. You can handle things there."

The seven attendants immediately bowed and said, "Yes, Master."

Tongtian Daoist took a step, and time and space shifted, causing him to disappear from the scene in an instant.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Above was an endless, dark chaos, a chaos filled with the bizarre, the uncanny, and indescribable.

Tongtian Daoren took a step and disappeared into it.

Chaos reigns supreme, obliterating the passage of time; those whose spiritual attainment is insufficient will perish upon entering.

Tongtian Daoren, however, strolled leisurely, casually sweeping away the illusory earth, water, wind, and fire, and in a daze, he had already arrived at a mysterious palace.

The palace was bathed in purple light and stood atop a white sacred mountain.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that the sacred mountain was a ghastly white, resembling a white jade tomb.

The purple palace also had a mysterious haze about it, as if countless strange runes were wandering within it, making it resemble a tomb.

As Tongtian Daoren entered the palace, he saw five figures already standing there.

A Taoist priest in plain clothes held a seven-colored wondrous tree, with a pale halo behind him; this was none other than the Taoist Zhunti.

Beside him stood a sorrowful-looking monk wearing a yellow robe, with a dark golden wheel of merit behind his head. His right hand held up a world within it, where figures of suffering flickered, like a scene from hell.

The Taoist priest, Taiqing, dressed in a black and white robe, had an old face and a beard that reached his chest. He exuded an aura of supreme ruthlessness and detachment from worldly affairs, with a circle of black and white energy surrounding him.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, holding the Three Treasures Ruyi in his hand, exuded an air of nobility. His entire body was shrouded in dark golden divine light, making him impossible to look at or touch, as if he were formless and boundless. He scrutinized Tongtian Taoist with his gaze.

The last one was a graceful and noble woman, dressed in a phoenix robe, exuding a supreme and noble aura. Her beauty was unparalleled, and she was none other than Nuwa, the saint of the demon race, surrounded by a dark green light.

These saints appear normal on the surface, but behind each of them lies a silhouette hidden in the void.

They were all incredibly bizarre outlines, indescribable, unbearable to look at, beyond words, and deadly to touch.

The Taoist Master Tongtian glanced at the crowd and smiled faintly, "Have you all arrived?"

Yuanshi Tianzun said in a deep voice, "Junior brother, you're late. Why are you still collecting those hairy beasts? You're just tarnishing our reputation."

Tongtian Daoren frowned upon hearing this. "Hmph, 'I teach without discrimination' is the fundamental principle of Heaven and Earth. Do you perhaps think that it's wrong for Master to teach Heaven and Earth?"

Yuanshi Tianzun narrowed his eyes, and the atmosphere between the two instantly clashed.

As Tai Shang took a step forward, a heavy force emanated from him, silently resolving the conflict between the two.

"Alright, teacher, do not be presumptuous in the palace."

Tongtian Daoren gave a light snort, turned his head, and looked at the head of the palace.

Before anyone knew it, a figure had already appeared there.

The person who came was shrouded in mystery, as if constantly changing, seemingly an old man, yet also a child, making it impossible to grasp their exact form.

It was none other than Hongjun, who had already attained enlightenment!

A voice, like the voice of the heavens, slowly rose, eerie and cold, brushing against everyone's ears.

"The Jade Emperor advised me that the gods of Heaven are not manifest, making it difficult to maintain order in the world, which hinders the immortals from attaining the fruit of immortality."

"Therefore, I wish to sign the Investiture of the Gods, to govern the order of heaven and earth, and to rule the world."