Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 243 Tianchen
Ascend Chen.

The golden sun sets in the west, dusk gradually deepens, and not far to the north is the Zhuo Lin. The upright trees stand like swords, and their dark black roots extend downwards, drilling straight into the spiritual vein of the entire land, locking it.

On Tianguan Peak, the wind was howling and the two stood quietly.

Wu Heyong was wearing a sky-blue robe with silver patterns and a jade belt around his waist. His phoenix eyes set off his appearance, and he looked extraordinary, but not immortal. He looked more like an ordinary young man from a noble family.

He didn't care about what happened to Zhuolin. The Wu family was just an excuse for his actions. Now he walked to the back of Kongjianmen again, turned around and burned the cover-up he had made.

Night fell quickly. Beside him stood a middle-aged woman who looked somewhat like Liang Yuanming. She had a gloomy expression and wore a silver-gray Taoist robe with intricate star patterns on the sleeves. She stood behind Wu Heyong.

"The star of Tianshu is bright, and a stream of purple-gold light is striking Doukui. Do you know what this sign is?"

Wu Heyong spoke calmly, but Liang Xilan behind him just chuckled and said coldly:
"It's just stargazing, what's so difficult about that? The Big Dipper controls the 'divine thunder', and the handle controls the 'thunderbolt', forming the two halves of the Big Dipper. Now that the Sky Hub is bright, isn't that a sign of the divine thunder's rise?"

"I, Kong Jian, have inherited the art of stargazing and chatting. You've asked the right person."

Her tone was extremely aggressive, with a hint of disdain. She glanced at Wu Heyong, sneered, and said:

"Wu Heyong, you're quite cruel. Destroying Zhuolin and wiping out the clan, what good will that do you? You also abandoned the [Wuyi Jinmu] in a moment, killing hundreds of clansmen instantly. That's quite a trick."

Wu He's gaze still remained on the stars of the Big Dipper. He seemed to be oblivious to Liang Xilan's somewhat sarcastic words, and silently looked at Yaoguang's right-hand man, [Dayan Tianpeng Yinguang Star].

This ancient star was once believed to be dead by many astronomical experts, but is now gradually recovering.

"There's no need to mention these trivial matters."

He slowly turned around, looking at Liang Xilan with an indifferent gaze, and a mean smile gradually rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Liang Xilan, you said your sect has a method of observing the stars, but I see that your two pairs of eyes are always in the mud and never raised for a moment."

Wu Heyong waved his sleeves, and five-colored poisonous light surged endlessly. His voice gradually turned cold as he scolded:

"Now, go away and stop disturbing my stargazing."

Liang Xilan's face turned ashen in an instant. He reached out to the [Chenhe] sword behind him several times, and the starlight scattered, but he never dared to pull it out, which made the magic sword dissatisfied and the sword kept ringing.

This funny scene made Wu Heyong laugh. He felt that the person in front of him was so ugly that it was really an eyesore, and his tone became more sarcastic.

"I hate people like you the most. You're clearly using your blood energy to improve yourself, yet you're still complacent, thinking you're protecting a few of your tribesmen and that you can only feel at ease if you have some reason."

"Why, when Liang Yuanming met Wei Yan, why didn't you dare to rescue him? Or were you afraid of Wei Yan?"

"you--"

Liang Xilan said nothing, turned around and left under the starlight. Wu Heyong just felt funny. After this person left, he looked in the direction of Zhuolin and gradually fell silent.

"I am right."

He suddenly spoke, but it was unclear who he was talking to.

"A bunch of mediocre people in exchange for a true successor is a great deal. If he can practice the 'Cultivating the Heavenly Gods Sutra', my family will have a true inheritance."

The night wind was blowing strongly and a little chilly on the main peak, but Wu Heyong felt his mind was much more open at this moment. The sky was filled with starlight, illuminating the entire Dengchen Mountain.

He mobilized his magic power and was able to absorb the starlight. He continuously devoured and refined the colorful poisonous light, and his progress was comparable to Zhou Chen's Benchen method.

"Well, is the 'Original Poison' avenue far more miraculous than that 'Guangmu' avenue?"

A deep and powerful voice came from his chest. Wu Heyong's expression changed and he spoke slowly and respectfully.

"The Great Witch is absolutely right. The mystical power of this Dao far surpasses that of Guangmu, and is beyond my comprehension."

"I don't think that's what you think."

The voice sounded with a hint of coldness, and Wu Heyong felt that the blood flow was slowing down, as if it was about to solidify.

"That's not the case. It's just that I studied this path for a long time back then. Now thinking about it, I feel a little sad. If Guangmu's nature wasn't so unpredictable and it wasn't a broken path, how could I have re-cultivated "Original Poison"!"

He spoke very quickly, and after a while, the blood began to flow again and the sound in his chest began to sound again.

"You asked me for the [Blood is Thicker than Water Gu], but you didn't use it on yourself and gave it to someone else instead. You can't hide this from me."

"Stop making such small moves. Once this matter is settled, I will go to Southern Xinjiang to establish a Taoist sect. You can take the position of sect leader. As for offspring, you can have as many as you want. Rebuilding the family will not be difficult at all."

"Yes, I must remember the Great Witch's order."

"However, there is still one thing I don't understand. Why is Yaokong connected to my Tiandu Daoist sect? If I understand, it will be easier for me to act later."

Wu Heyong hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his doubts. At the same time, he was prepared to be tortured and his mind was tense, for fear of angering this person.

"Hehe, it's okay to talk to you. After all, you are my successor. You should know something about the old stories of the Tiandu Taoist sect." As the voice sounded, Wu Heyong's chest opened up little by little, and his ribs were propped up. His flesh and blood were blurred, like a blooming big red peony. Poisonous insects were running around in his flesh, and five-colored poisonous light accumulated in it.

"True Lord Tiandu came from outer space, crossing the long river of cosmic light in his flesh, feeding on the stars along the way. One day, he accidentally fell into the water and landed in this world."

"If it weren't for Emperor Fu's tricks to lock him up with his golden throne, heh. Among all the Jindan cultivators now, the only one who can compare with him is the one from the North Sea."

Wu Heyong's flesh and blood blurred as he heard this, and his body gradually melted and turned into a pile of various poisonous insects.

"Listen carefully. I'll only tell you this once. Don't you love dwelling on these past events? Back then, you were so determined to change paths and rebuild after hearing only a few rumors. Why are you so useless now?"

The deep and rich voice sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm.

Wu Heyong gritted his teeth and persisted. He had already reached the third level of Qi Refining, but he brazenly gave up and started to cultivate again, turning to the position of Yuandu and taking the initiative to join Tiandu Mountain. Only he knew the difficulties involved.

"We must understand what Zhe Du is seeking, otherwise..."

Wu Heyong continued to listen and said softly:

"I hope the great wizard can help me solve this problem."

"You only need to know that the [Tianchen Gui] in the Void Sword Spirit Collection is closely related to my Dao and must be obtained. As for other matters, you are not worthy of knowing."

The sound gradually dissipated in the night. Wu He used his magic power and his flesh and blood recovered to normal in an instant. With the help of "Yuan Du" and his strong physique, these injuries were not serious.

"What kind of spiritual weapon is [Tianchen Gui]?"

Wu Heyong's thoughts raced. What he was best at was deducing the truth from such fragmentary information, which was why he was able to accurately join the Wuhuang and escape from Chiyun.

"[Emperor Fu Yi] is one of the nine incarnations of Xuan Qi. He used the golden position to lock [Tian Du], so he asked me to find Feng Qionghe, who has Fu Yi's blood. As for Wen Si'an, he is also a problem."

'The "Misfortune Blessing" can unify the "Original Poison" by leveraging the mystical changes of the Mystical Qi and the mystical power of the Moon's co-existence. As for the Dao oath, it was made by the then-master of the Mystical Palace, none other than the True Lord Hengguang.'

He pondered silently, only to feel that the night wind was getting colder and colder. He couldn't make sense of anything, so he looked towards Dengchen and the three mountains nearby. He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart. Even the Taoist lineage passed down by the True Lord was now weak and was being played around by others.

With this thought in mind, he looked past the layers of dead trees in the thriving forest and towards Qingwei in the night. What was happening over there now?
Tianqing Peak, inside the palace.

The lights were bright. Wei Yan sat aside with a heavy expression on his face. He looked at the map on the table and said softly:
"Senior, the four sacred mountains of our sect are all protected by the [Gangxing Shayao Qingqiong Formation]. This formation is a simplified version of the Purple Mansion Formation from the past. It is a combination of Gangxing and Shaxing, not an ordinary formation, and is difficult to break by force."

"If that's the case, this formation is much more powerful than the Wu family's."

Xu Xuan looked at the map on the jade table. It took Dengchen as the core, and was guarded by the three mountains of Jiali. It connected to Tianchen above and Disha below. It was indeed brilliant.

The Wu family's [Golden Flow Formation of Strong Branches] looks extraordinary, but as a spiritual formation of broad wood, its power has probably been reduced to only one tenth due to the deviation of its Taoism over the years, and it is only supported by the spiritual wood.

When Xu Xuan thought of this, he felt a little sad. There were many spiritual trees in the Zhuo Forest. There were probably more than ten trees of foundation-building grade. There were three that could be called spiritual roots, divided into Jia, Yi and Guang. Now they were all locked in the earth veins.

"Senior, you practice thunder magic, so you can attack from the sky. I can lead people underground to avoid the evil spirits."

Wei Yan spoke at this time and explained in a low voice:
"The handle of the Tiangang Dipper represents thunder. I think you can handle it. As for the Disha below, I can also deal with it by cultivating the Sha Qi."

Xu Xuan immediately understood. According to Wei Yan's words, they should split their forces into two groups and attack simultaneously. However, he was still a little confused. He looked at Wei Yan and said in a deep voice:

"What level of cultivation have you reached now?"

Wei Yan showed a bit of shame on his face and said:
"However, he is in the initial stage of foundation building and has achieved sword energy. As for the immortal foundation, it is the fourth grade, which means [Ten Thousand Demons God]. It has the effect of subduing the earthly evil and conforming to the principles of fate. With this magic sword in my hand, if I meet Liang Xilan, I won't be defeated immediately."

As he spoke, he summoned the blood-red magic sword, which was covered with blood and evil, as if surrounded by heavy clouds. He swung the sword and a murderous aura instantly emerged.

"Look at this magic sword."

Tiantuo actually spoke at this time, which surprised Xu Xuan. You know, ordinary foundation-building magic tools are not in the eyes of this old monster. Even when he got the [Xi Yan], this old monster did not take the initiative to look at it.

"Can you let me see this magic sword?"

Xu Xuan spoke softly, his eyes calm. Wei Yan did not hesitate. Even though his cultivation was closely connected with this [Blood Drinker], he still handed it to the other party.

"Senior, be careful. This sword is extremely dangerous."

As he spoke, Wei Yan carefully handed over the magic sword. Xu Xuan reached out to grasp it, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Many fine, blood-red spikes grew out of the hilt and drilled towards his palm.

The lightning in his hand suddenly became stronger, protecting his body and blocking the long blood-colored spikes. Blood slowly dripped from the tips of the spikes, burning deep and shallow holes in the table below.

A drop of blood flowed into Xu Xuan's Qi Sea. He heard the old demon smack his lips and muttered:

"It has a nice, mellow aroma, but it's a little stale."

(End of this chapter)