The Eternal Calamity of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 169 Daomen will stand
Daode stroked his gray beard, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

It's certainly not that his potential has been exhausted. Rather, because of the great way he has cultivated, he has imitated the principles of nature. Hidden beneath his aging appearance is blood and energy that is abundant enough to shock even the Saint King.

However, I finally reached the palace outside the sky.

This is a grand palace with carved beams and painted buildings, and it is magnificent and golden. Many beautiful maids are walking around in it, some are elegant and graceful, some are charming and seductive, and some are hot and bold, with different styles.

The people they served were all talented and brilliant men in their prime, so when faced with an old man like Daode who was not good-looking, no one paid any attention to him for a while.

Daode didn't care about these things. He walked casually to a corner, ordered a pot of fine wine and a few side dishes, and began to drink by himself, while also listening to the conversation of the monks.

"Have you heard? Some time ago, a certain quasi-celestial master of the Golden Crow clan couldn't hold back and wanted to take the initiative to meet with the Infinite Celestial Master. As a result, he was slapped and flew to the edge of the universe. Although his life is not in danger for the time being, he is too shameless to come and listen to the teachings again."

"Alas, why bother? Wuliang Tianzun has always been rather aloof. When Chaos Tianzun was alive, he rarely showed up. Now this man wants to establish a Taoist sect and pass down his own teachings for the first time in history. Can't he even bear this little time?"

“Your words make sense, but I heard that the Golden Crow Clan seems to be going for a magical medicine in the Heaven Burial Island. It seems to be related to their origin.”

"How dare you ask for it? You must be crazy! If I were Wuliang Tianzun, wouldn't I slap him to death?"

"Hush, fellow Daoist, be careful with your words. There are many powerful people from the Golden Crow clan wandering around nearby. Be careful that the news gets out, or they will hold a grudge against you. That old Golden Crow definitely wouldn't dare to ask for the original body of the divine medicine. It's not a fool. I guess it should be the fruit."

"Forget it, let's change the subject. Before Jinwu, the current leaders of Cangxuan Sect and Hunyuan Sect joined hands and entered the Heaven Burial Island together. Wuliang Tianzun received them."

"Has any news come out?"

"I'm not sure, but according to gossip, this event will not only have Wuliang Tianzun, but also other peerless masters."

Hearing this, all the geniuses present were extremely surprised, and some even found it hard to believe.

"Besides Wuliang Tianzun, who else could it be? It can't be someone from the restricted area."

"That's possible. After all, they just discussed it decades ago."

……

Daode's heart moved, and he had a completely different opinion about the views of these geniuses.

"If the news is true, could it be that person? After all, even the later Changsheng Tianzun didn't pass away, how could he really die?"

Daode murmured to himself. At this moment, he did not know that Changsheng Tianzun was the Qingyu of the past, otherwise, he might have felt even more emotional.

"Da", "Da", "Da"...

A very rhythmic sound of footsteps was heard, as if ringing in everyone's ears, making their hearts beat faster.

Many of the geniuses present immediately frowned, their expressions somewhat solemn.

Tianwai Palace can stand out in the holy city and become the most famous restaurant. Naturally, it is not an ordinary place.

This place is also made of rare divine materials. After being blessed by a quasi-celestial master, it is covered with Taoist patterns and can greatly limit the power of the Saint King and other cultivators below. Even if an ordinary great sage comes, it will take some effort.

But the mere sound of the newcomer's footsteps affected the mood of everyone present. The weaker maids felt their hearts tighten and they felt suffocated, as if someone was strangling them.

"Fellow Daoist, what does this mean?" One of the geniuses asked with some dissatisfaction.

The next moment, the visitor finally showed up.

He was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, wearing black armor, with wisps of blood mist floating around him. He looked like a demon who was wreaking havoc on the world, and the strong murderous aura made everyone change color.

"It's that man, calling himself Wei Feng, from Xianling. Not long ago, he fought against eight people alone and defeated Saint Kings of different races. He is said to be comparable to the Heavenly Venerable in the realm of Saint King." A saint recognized his identity immediately.

After these words came out, everyone was even more terrified. After all, everyone knew that the Immortal Mausoleum was dormant with three terrifying masters, Changsheng Tianzun, Lie Tianzun and Shi Tianzun. And Wei Feng actually came from there. Maybe he was the disciple of one of the three. And Wei Feng looked at the saint Wang Tianjiao who had expressed dissatisfaction before, and said coldly: "I came here for a visit, do you have any objection, fellow Taoist?"

In an instant, extremely violent murderous intent poured out, and the entire floor seemed to have fallen into an abyss of hell, freezing cold.

This was too fierce and arrogant, so naturally no one dared to look him in the face.

It was obvious that he also came here to hear the sermon of Wuliang Tianzun, and there was even a high probability that he was instructed by the three Tianzuns behind the scenes.

"If this fellow Taoist is dissatisfied, you can come to me at any time, and then we can compete in the starry sky."

After saying this coldly, Wei Feng turned and walked to the window side.

There was no hands-on action as imagined. After all, this was the holy city of the human race, at the critical juncture when Wuliang Tianzun was about to preach. There were powerful people everywhere. Even though he came from the Immortal Mausoleum, he did not dare to violate the rules and risk the wrath of the world.

The fairy tombs of today are not like those of later generations. When the monks mention them, they think of darkness and turmoil and become terrified.

If Wei Feng really killed someone and alarmed those top experts, he would also be in trouble.

In the corner, Daode watched everything happen quietly, thinking.

"So strong, he can almost be called a Saint King at this level. Even for me now, it would take a lot of effort to defeat him."

Daode silently compared the fighting power of the two in his heart, and seemed to have thought of something.

"But why did the killing wave he released just now seem so familiar? It seemed like he was that person before."

……

Nothing happened afterwards.

Daode left the palace outside the sky, then passed through the holy city and came to the sea of stars outside.

From afar, the Sky Burial Island was floating in the sea of stars, surrounded by nebulae, like gorgeous curtains covering the end of the Trial Road.

Occasionally a meteor would pass by, dragging a long flame, as if lighting the way forward for the world.

"Heaven Burial Island, there is still no change. The Taoist friend Wuliang has also achieved enlightenment. I wonder if Tianzun is still alive?"

Daode was filled with emotion and recalled the last time he came to the Burial Island.

at the same time,

Above the sky, the stars are shining brightly, and endless Taoist rhymes are flowing in the void.

Wuliang Tianzun was standing at the top of the nine heavens, with a chaotic aura surrounding him, as if he had merged into one with the heaven and earth.

Opposite him, a nine-colored immortal furnace was floating up and down, emitting an extreme aura that made the heaven and earth tremble.

Inside the immortal furnace, billions of dazzling beams of light fell. That was the purest power of faith, which had accumulated for more than 300,000 years and had reached an unimaginable degree of vastness.

And in this overwhelming power of faith, a divine fetus is being conceived, almost reaching divine level.

"it's time."

Looking at the divine fetus in the furnace, Wuliang Tianzun's eyes were deep, as if he could see through the ages and overlook all living beings.

(End of this chapter)