Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 129 Yuan Guang
To the east of Jiangyang, an earthquake occurred several months ago, cracking the ground into an abyss, leaving a deep wound on the originally flat plain, stretching for several miles.

Standing on the edge of the rift and looking down, it is pitch black. If you bring a light source closer and try to illuminate it, the light will dissipate on its own when it enters the rift.

The deep evil spirit was like boiling water vapor, constantly gushing out from the rift valley. The land on both sides took on an abnormal iron-gray color. If you listened carefully, you could hear the sound of some huge object rubbing and colliding from the depths of the rift valley.

Shen De was standing quietly beside the rift valley, still wearing his black iron armor. Behind him were several attendants, who were escorting a bustling group of mortals, tied up with silver ropes. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of people.

The silver rope was held by Shen Dezheng. He sighed, and there was some hesitation on his weathered face, but he finally made up his mind. His magic power surged, and he ran like red lightning, throwing the silver rope into the rift valley.

The rope quickly fell towards the depths of the rift, as if being pulled by something. Many mortals cried out and were immediately pulled into the lightless abyss below.

Shen Dezheng looked intently as the surging darkness quickly engulfed the group of mortals without a sound.

'[Yuan Guang Xiang]'
Shen De was silently reciting the name of this god in his heart when he felt a subtle response from the rift valley below. Images of several people came over. It was exactly Li Jinzhi and his group, but their faces and figures were a little blurry.

The other was the evil creature from Tingyu Sect, a mass of black air mixed with bloody rain, whose cultivation had actually reached the foundation-building stage. Following behind this evil creature was a person, who was none other than Yin Yuanchen who had escaped earlier.

"Uncle, I'm afraid the mortals under your rule are not enough. The one below is urging us to capture the few who escaped."

Behind Shen Dezheng, a young man in a black robe stepped forward, his brows and eyes filled with murderous intent. He was at the third level of Qi Refining. He reported in a deep voice. Shen Dezheng turned around and said coldly:
"Brother Deguan has gone to capture the Liao people. They are hiding in the edge of the Wuhuang, which is the territory of the [Shuchu] Wuren. We can't force our way in."

"Just wait here quietly, blocking the two directions in the northeast. They can't escape. Baoshi, has the evil creature transformed by Yin Luze from Tingyu Sect made any movement now?"

Shen Baoshi, who was wearing a black robe at the back, had a look of panic on his face and said in a low voice:
"Yin Luze raided one of our garrisons the night before last, led by Yin Yuanchen. A bloody rain descended, and many cultivators were eaten alive. Now that the ancestor has not come out, I'm afraid no one can stop them."

Shen Dezheng lowered his eyebrows and said coldly:
"Yin Luze was only at the seventh level of cultivation at the beginning. She broke through with the help of the foundation-building relic passed down by the Yunlu Sect. The Yunlu Sect's inheritance must have fallen on her. Now she looks like a ghost, and she still holds a grudge against my family."

"When she loses all consciousness, that will be the time for you to take action. As long as you complete the last great sacrifice, you can extend your lifespan."

The two of them flew away on the wind and headed straight towards their clan, leaving some monks to guard the place.

"Uncle, do you know the origin of that wild god now?"

In the clouds, Shen Baoshi's expression relaxed a little after he saw that he had left the rift valley, and he asked in a low voice.

"My Lord summoned me into the cave a few days ago and told me many secrets. Now I have some guesses."

Shen Dezheng looked a little uneasy. He slowed down his flying speed and sighed.

"The Yunlu Sect's wealth was acquired from the East China Sea. They inherited the name of the Rain Master and are the orthodox lineage of the Guishui sect."

"Shangyang is the Master of Rain, and Feilian is the Lord of Wind. Shangyang hasn't been seen in hundreds of years. Do you know where this noble breed last appeared?"

Shen Baoshi seemed to understand something and said softly:

"East China Sea?"

"Exactly."

Shen Dezheng showed some emotion and fear on his face, and looked around suspiciously.

"The Yunlu Sect obtained the inheritance of Shang Yang. His death is quite interesting. It seems that he was killed while besieging a Purple Mansion cultivator with other cultivators. The battle was extremely turbulent, but there is no record of it now."

"Among those who perished in this battle was a 'Shaqi' Purple Mansion. The magical power he cultivated was the [Mo Guang Yuan]. The [Yuan Guang Xiang] worshipped by the Yunlu Sect was probably the product of this magical power."

Shen Baoshi, who was standing by, seemed puzzled and only said softly:
"This method of using incense to achieve a golden body is exclusive to the Liao Dynasty's imperial family and is only passed down through the Lingsa sect. How did the Yunlu Sect achieve this?"

Shen Dezheng just shook his head, his black iron armor reflecting the skylight, and said in a deep voice:

"The Yunlu Clan was once deployed to the border to defend against the Liao people. Who knows what fate it would have faced? But it is heaven's will that this [Yuanguang Xiang] has now fallen into the hands of our clan."

"When the ancestor's life span is extended and he receives help from the respected gods, who would dare to fight against him if the Purple Mansion doesn't come out?"

After saying this, the two of them landed directly on the sacred mountain of the clan, ready to discuss how to deal with the evil foundation-building creature of Tingyu Sect.
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In the vast void, a red sky bridge stretched across it. Dongfang Guanji was sitting on top, his eyes cast downward, looking across the dark abyss. He seemed to see something, his face solemn.

The Pidan beside him rode on black fire and drank from the yellow gourd as if he were drinking wine. He swallowed an unknown amount of fire energy, some of which flowed to the two of them and dispersed in an instant.

Dongfang Guanji looks like a young man, with shining wooden horns and a noble appearance. His right hand is tightly holding the red divine chain, and the other end falls into the depths of Taixu, making a continuous rumbling sound.

Beside the two men stood a woman quietly, wearing a snow-felt hat and an apricot-gold-threaded skirt. Her face was blurry and surrounded by white light. She bowed towards Dongfang Guanji and spoke a few words, which were still blurry.

Pidan on the side looked at the woman with some confusion, but Dongfang Guanji understood what she said and nodded slightly. The woman bowed to thank him and turned into white light and disappeared in an instant.

After Pidan saw the other party leave, he finally asked Dongfang Guanji in a low voice, "What business does the Liao Kingdom have with this ancestral spirit?"

Dongfang Guanji looked normal, with white scales growing on his right hand. He pulled the red divine chain straight, causing a loud noise to come from the depths of Taixu.

"Please ask me to keep an eye on the guy down there who's repairing the 'sun' and make sure he doesn't get hurt."

"Can you tell what this person's heritage is?"

Pidan then looked down and looked directly at Li Jinzhi who was hiding in the mountains. The other party was practicing "Sun", which was quite rare.

Dongfang Guanji stood up, red lightning surging beside him. He seemed to be thinking about something and said:

"Being in the Liao Kingdom, with the surname Li and the 'Sun' heritage, it seems he was a close relative of Dafeng back then, and was granted the surname and the skills."

"The whole body is surging with bright light. It seems to be the technique that Feng Chao had his personal guards practice in the past. It is the light from the sun, but it is not the correct method. What has been cultivated is the [Pan Yi Guang]."

Upon hearing this, Pidan beside him lost interest and turned to look at the deep abyss below.

"Master Miao Yuan couldn't rest in peace even after his death. Being manipulated like this is truly tragic."

Dongfang Guanji sneered and said coldly:
"He's a complete lunatic. When all the cultivators surrounded Tiantuo and killed him, he, a man with supernatural powers, also joined in the fun. He was beaten to death by a [Tai Su Hua Jing Dao Guang]."

"In terms of technique alone, without the golden elixir, the little sage Tiantuo, who has read the Shaoyang Daoist Canon, must be the best in recent times. He dared to take action only with the leadership of several great immortals and the guarantee of the golden elixir. He, a person in the early stage of the Purple Mansion, is thinking of taking advantage of the situation. Isn't he courting death?"

Upon hearing this, Pidan, who was standing by, sighed softly and said:

"We caused such a big commotion back then, but we only got the news that no one was in the Heavenly Palace, and the Shaoyang Daozang was never found."

"The Song family took the remnants away and kept them in the Demon Refining Tower. They've gained nothing over the years. I'm afraid they can only be seen in Donghua Miaoyan Heaven."

Dongfang Guanji looked quietly at the deep abyss. As the evil spirit spread, a white light transformed into three scenes, which changed in a hazy manner. All the evil spirits retreated. These were the remnants of the magic from that year.

A dark giant snake formed by evil spirit was lurking in the valley. On top of the snake's head stood a human body with a green face and fangs, blending into the boundless darkness. Faintly, the sound of incense came from the Shen family's ancestral hall and fell on the giant snake.

[Tai Su Hua Jing Dao Guang] was falling on the snake's belly, nailing it to the rift. The inside was connected to Taixu, but the wild god was completely unaware of the surveillance of Dongfang Guanji and the others.

"This [Yuan Guang Xiang] is a legacy of divine power. It was created with the help of incense and the secret method of the Liao people. Now, it is only at the peak of the foundation building stage. It is blocked by that magic and cannot leave."

Dongfang Guanji saw what the other party was doing and said in a low voice.

Pidan on the side looked a little curious, and turned to look at another hidden place. There was a ball of blood rain mixed with black air, with a pale woman in the middle, followed by a man with leopard eyes and a sad expression.

These two people are the only remaining direct descendants of Tingyu Sect, Yin Luze who has achieved the foundation-building stage, and Yin Yuanchen who escaped from the inn.

Pidan carefully sensed the origin of the blood rain, and asked thoughtfully:
"How much of Yin Luze's current consciousness is his own, and how much is that of the remains?"

Dongfang Guanji glanced at it indifferently, showing no interest, and said lightly:

"She refined half of the remains of a foundation-building Shangyang, barely achieving an immortal foundation, but was blinded by the foul and resentful energy within, leading to her certain death."

"We can just watch from here. Tianlin has inherited the Shangyang legacy, and today is also a cause and effect."

Pidan didn't understand what was said. He muttered a few words and continued to drink fire to relieve his boredom. He had to keep a low profile on the journey and there was nothing fun. He just followed the white dragon beside him and watched from the void.

He had not cultivated any supernatural powers, so he could only watch Dongfang Guanji perform, which was really boring.

"If I had known earlier, I would have gone to [Surge Heaven], where it's more lively than here. There's a big movement going on in the North Sea, and there's bound to be a fight."

Although Pidan thought so in his heart, he did not say it out loud. He was born in the [Hunyuan Palace] and belonged to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. He was able to become a purple mansion thanks to the help of Dongfang Guanji who was beside him.

The two had a very good relationship, so he took the initiative to volunteer to go with the White Dragon.

"The Dragon Girl Qionglian is still making trouble, and the Crystal Palace is in turmoil. I'll leave early so I can have some peace and quiet."

Pidan took another sip of fire and thought of the Qionglian Dragon Girl. Even though he was a person who didn't care about anything, he still had a headache. Dongfang Guanji beside him suffered a lot.

While drinking from the fire, a hollow sound came from the yellow gourd, and the spiritual fire stored inside was empty. Pidan showed a bitter look on his face, sighed softly, and sat casually on the sky bridge formed by the red light.

(End of this chapter)