Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 855 True Monarchs Clash, Cultivation Breakthrough

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Two beams of light, one blue and one silver, followed closely behind as Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan arrived.

Gazing at the clear blue sky and ancient trees swaying in the breeze at Xuan Yang Mountain, You Xishan's eyes closed slightly, and a ray of starlight appeared in his pupils.

"Something's wrong..."

He had not noticed anything different about Xuan Yang Mountain, but the connection between the mountain and the sect's fortune kept reminding him that the sect was completely different now.

"What a grand scheme, concealing the secrets of heaven and casting illusions..."

Fang Yi murmured softly, a fleeting glint of light flashing in his eyes as he gazed at the faint, sky-obscuring starlight and the ghostly figures that permeated the underground spiritual veins.

"You three have accomplished such a great task, come to Tianji Peak and meet this old man."

As Tian Quezi spoke, strands of starlight flowed and transformed into a rainbow bridge, spreading from Tianji Peak.

Without hesitation, Fang Yi exchanged a glance with Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan, then stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge.

"Buzz!"

As the three stepped onto the rainbow bridge, the hexagrams changed, and the rainbow bridge instantly fell beneath the waterfall of Tianji Peak.

"Crash!"

The silver waterfall plunges three thousand feet, splashing up cool water that refracts a rainbow of colors under the warm sunlight.

Tian Quezi, dressed in hemp clothing and holding a dove-shaped staff, sat on a large blue stone beside the waterfall, with an ancient scroll of fortune unfolding in front of him.

Faintly visible, four colors of precious light—red, gold, green, and pink—evolve, while a golden celestial blade clangs, exhaling sharp golden power, confronting a pink treasure mirror surrounded by melodious music.

Amidst the scattered turquoise water, a faint white flame appears, slowly coalescing into a long river.

"boom!"

The crimson sun hung high, pressing down in all directions, repeatedly trying to crush the long river of blue water, but it could never break through the protection of a white ray of light.

"Greetings, Uncle-Master Tianque."

"Meet Uncle Master!"

"Disciple greets Master."

The three glanced at the ancient chart of destiny, seemed to be deep in thought, and then bowed in unison.

"Hmm," Tian Quezi nodded slightly, and spoke, sending a wisp of divine thought from the ancient diagram:

“That lowly maid Yu Yuan holds eight hundred years of Biyue Pavilion’s heritage; she’s not so easy to deal with.”
My original intention was to use the three of you to force her to involve Zoroastrianism in the scheme.

"I didn't expect you all to handle things so well; we've had an unexpected bonus."

His gaze shifted, passing over Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan, before finally settling on the yellow gourd at Fang Yi's waist.

"You've condensed the core of the Dharma Seal, young Fang. It seems you've gained quite a bit from Yuan Hai. You're now a third-tier high-grade puppet master. You might even be able to glimpse the quasi-grandmaster level in the future."

His cultivation level is hampered by his spiritual root, making it too low.
With only the fourth level of Core Formation cultivation, he won't be able to shoulder the responsibility of becoming the sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain in the future.

Tian Quezi looked kind. He knew Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan well. If the two of them joined forces, they could at most force Yu Yuanzi to bring in the Great Master of the Fire Worship Sect.

The ability to kill Yu Yuanzi and destroy the Biyue Pavilion's stronghold is most likely due to Fang Yi's efforts.

"Uncle-Master, you flatter me." Fang Yi, dressed in a blue cloud robe, was as gentle and refined as a gentleman.

His eyes held a subtle, hidden azure and yellow spiritual light, emanating a Daoist charm of life and death.

'really.'

Within the soul, the Three Lives Stone emitted a brilliant black and white light, manifesting as a phantom image of a corpse god with silver hair and a weathered face.

With the help of his ninth-level Core Formation level divine sense and the subtlety of observing qi in the Life and Death Scripture, Fang Yi vaguely saw behind Tian Quezi several figures obscured by mysterious starlight.

The figures were like ghosts, some holding star charts, some carrying bronze tripods, and some holding the Qiankun hexagram, which evolved into the positions of the seven stars: Yaoguang, Kaiyang, Yuheng, and others.

A vast, ethereal Daoist aura rose from the Heavenly Gate of the crowd, formless and invisible, stretching for hundreds of miles, outlining a boundless net, seemingly waiting for fish to take the bait.
His pupils contracted slightly, his heart was shaken, and the Daoist aura filled a hundred miles without being detected by the Great Master.

Even at the peak of his previous life, he did not possess such a foundation.

'Master Tianque is exceptionally talented, but he is burdened by Xuanyang Mountain.'

If one is born into a major sect of Nascent Soul cultivators, there is a very high chance of condensing a Nascent Soul.

Seeing that You Xishan and Zhang Hengyi were completely unaware, Fang Yi secretly began to think, pretending to be oblivious as well.

"Ok?"

Tian Quezi glanced at Fang Yi with a half-smile, as if he had noticed something.

"Fang Yi, you have made considerable progress in the Dao of Decay, and your perception has greatly improved."
"It seems that the old demon on Mount Sudu, who inherited the legacy of the Azure Wood Palace, is your great opportunity."

"Uncle-Master, please lend me a hand."

His withered fingers reached out, and a ray of starlight fell, rolling up the yellow gourd at Fang Yi's waist.

"Red Spring is blood."
"By imperial decree, the blood sacrifice to the Yuan Dynasty is to be performed!"

The crimson blood energy transformed into a river, spewing out from the gourd's mouth and flowing gently in the air, releasing a wisp of fragrant aroma.

"Crash!"

Strands of starlight fell, transforming into a ribbon that continuously refined and polished the crimson blood river.
"The secret technique of the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain, who were wiped out?"

No, it innovates upon traditional secret techniques, making them even more profound.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, recalling the tasks he was assigned by the sect after forming his core, which was also the first time he met Wu Hua.

"That's right, the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain is a branch of the Tianji Peak lineage, carefully cultivated and nurtured."
This work is a backup plan, like the Heavenly Blade Pavilion and the Azure Water Pavilion, intended to be used as a pawn for the Fire Worship Cult to restrain its members.

You Xishan looked at the yellow gourd with envy.

"Master, you have a great opportunity. Your master has not made a move for two hundred years to brew the Returning Origin Blood Wine."

He paused, then continued to explain: "If it weren't for the fact that the peak was intentionally cultivating it to verify the lineage of the Guiyuan Blood Wine, it would be a different story."

"How could a mere cultivation family possibly have a cultivator who can condense their core?"

Three days later.

"Buzz!"

The crimson blood river, clear as crystal, transforms into a translucent liquid, faintly revealing the vast expanse of flowing water and the sound of clear springs, while an intoxicating aroma of wine wafts through the air.

"receive!"

Withered fingers reached out, gripped the yellow gourd, and collected the crystal-clear wine. A hint of reminiscence flashed in Tian Quezi's eyes, and his hoarse voice rang out.

"Yu Yuanzi's talent is also quite good, unlike Chen Sheng and others from Tian Dao Wu, who are stuck at the sixth level of Core Formation, and whose Daoist domain is always incomplete, preventing them from advancing."
Unlike Yin Yue of the Hehuan Sect, who had powerful backing but relied on others for guidance to barely break through, he was not like them.

If Yu Yuanzi hadn't had his Dao heart shattered by Senior Brother Guang Sheng back then, and if I hadn't left him with a hidden weapon, he wouldn't have become cowardly.

"They will not be stuck at the eighth level of Core Formation, unable to advance any further."

"Keep this Guiyuan Blood Wine safe, Yi. It uses water to nourish wood and strengthen the foundation."

"I used the celestial radiance to refine and cleanse the essence of the water element six times, washing away all the magical power and divine imprints, leaving only the purest water elemental power."

Tian Quezi waved his hand and tossed the yellow gourd into Fang Yi's arms.

"This blood wine is enough to help you advance your cultivation to a higher level, saving you at least twenty years of hard work."

"If there is nothing else, Junior Nephew Fang Yi, you may leave."

"Refine the blood wine as soon as possible. I'm preparing the final sacrifice, and I'll need your assistance, Sect Leader."

"Sacrifice?"

Fang Yi's thoughts shifted, and he looked at the long, clear river in the ancient map of destiny.

No, it is no longer a clear, flowing river!

The entire river was enveloped in white flames, leaving only a sliver of turquoise water; the rest was nothing but billowing flames.

"Zoroastrianism?" He had a vague guess in his mind and asked tentatively.

"Yes, the condensation of the nascent soul is a grand undertaking that will surely stir up spiritual energy across thousands of miles."

"With the Burning Heart Glazed Mirror peering in and observing the changes in fortune, Senior Brother Red Eyebrows needs enough offerings to accelerate the process of breaking through to the next realm." Tian Quezi did not hide anything. Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi, and You Xishan were all core disciples of Xuan Yang Mountain and successors of the lineage listed on the Golden List.

We share in the glory and the loss of Xuanyang Mountain.

"Although Medicine King Valley has the favor of Ancestor Xingyizi and the assistance of True Monarch Nongsu, it is limited to the expansion of its internal power and its dominance over Dayun."
Condensing a nascent soul?

Many major Nascent Soul sects in the Great Yu Dynasty, such as the Su Nu Sect, Xuan Jian Mountain, and Yao Wang Valley, have managed to maintain neutrality and remain indifferent; this was something their patriarchs throughout history had painstakingly considered.”

With a flick of his index finger, Tian Quezi caused the entire azure river within the ancient map of destiny to be seized by a white radiance, shining brightly.

"The Fiery True Monarch is stationed in the vast icy plains. For a Nascent Soul True Monarch, the journey of a million miles is only a matter of a few days' travel."
"It's time for the Nascent Soul seed of the Zoroastrianism to step forward. In terms of foundation, even the Great Cloud Fire Dao True Person combined cannot compare to a Nascent Soul seed who has reached the Perfect Core Formation stage in the Zoroastrianism."

Millions of miles away, a vast ice field stretches for thousands of miles.

The cold wind howled, snow fell, and thick layers of ice piled up to form glaciers of varying sizes.

On one side of the icy plain, wisps of earth energy rise and transform into a narrow, winding path.

An old man dressed in hemp clothing, with rough skin and his sideburns tied up with tree roots, walked slowly forward, holding a brown spirit hoe in his hand.

They stopped only when they could see a city surrounded by fire.

The eyes of the True Lord of Agriculture and Millet gleamed, and he sensed a white flame pillar shooting into the sky three hundred miles away, stirring up a heat wave that stretched for thousands of miles, scorching hot.

"That old fire-wielding Zoroastrian?"

He pulled out a three-foot-long, dark, shiny tree root from his sideburns and tossed it out.

"Roar!"

The dark tree roots grew against the wind, transforming into a boar-like beast that was six feet long and four feet tall, with a blue body, two large ears, and four long tusks protruding from its mouth.

The entire body of the pig-beast is engraved with images of the five grains: hemp, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans, seemingly possessing a wisp of true spirit.

"Fellow Daoist Huo Lie, let the younger generation resolve their own grudges."

As elders, we should refrain from interfering.

"The Qingkang Festival, a treasure of agricultural practices?"

The white flames subsided, transforming into a dwarf no more than five feet tall, with a bulbous nose and explosive energy.

The dwarf was dressed in a white silk robe inlaid with gold flames, his triangular eyes were slightly closed, and he stood on a red gourd.

Huo Lie Zhenjun looked at the Qing Kang Beast, which was covered in the energy of the five grains, and suddenly realized.

"So it was you!"
I was also wondering how this generation of disciples could possess such a profound foundation, given that the fourth-order fire cultivation lineage of Xuan Yang Mountain, the Xuan Yang Book, had been severed.
"It turns out that Fellow Daoist Nong Su intervened to advocate for Xuan Yang Mountain."

"You want me to stay out of it?"
"Let's see how much progress you've made these past few days, fellow Daoist!"

Fire Lord struck the gourd beneath his feet, and blazing white flames erupted, transforming into a sea of ​​fire that swept towards the Azure Kang Beast.

"Wow!"

Flames billowed as the nine-headed fire dragon leaped up, baring its fangs and claws, its aura fierce and menacing.

"Let me see what kind of background Fellow Daoist Nong Su has."

Farmer Su Zhenjun shook his head slightly and brought down the brown spirit hoe in his hand.

"boom!"

The earth shook violently, the frozen plains were shattered by the aftershocks, and the fire veins thousands of feet underground were pierced.

An hour later.

White flames soared into the sky, and the cold winds and snow that fell on the icy plains for thousands of miles around were all evaporated.

"boom!"

The Azure Kang Beast was covered in five grains, and it opened its mouth to spit out five-colored spiritual seeds of hemp, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans, which grew in the thousand-mile sea of ​​flames.

Strands of brown earth energy were stirred, and the white light in the sea of ​​flames was constantly forced back.

"boom!"

The five grains stirred up the earth's energy and collided with the sea of ​​flames once again, causing the spiritual energy in the vast ice plains to tremble, and spiritual eyes of varying sizes were forced out from the frozen soil.

The Fire Lord, who resembled a dwarf, gazed at the trembling underground spiritual veins, and extended his tender five fingers, making a loose grasp.
The true fire that melted the thousands of miles of glaciers and transformed into a sea of ​​magma was gathered and transformed into a precious pearl.

"Nong Su, are you really going to stop me?"

Dressed in hemp clothing, with rough skin, the Farmer God held a brown hoe, resembling an old man toiling in the fields.

"The spiritual veins of the Vast Ice Plains are about to advance to the next level. Fellow Daoist Huo Lie, in your battle with me, lest you destroy the fourth-tier spiritual creature that is about to be born."

He gave a simple, honest smile, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "I owed a debt of gratitude to Xingyi Zi of Xuanyang Mountain many years ago."

That barren land of Dayun doesn't even have a quasi-fourth-order spiritual vein. What good would it do to give it to Xuanyang Mountain?
"They're just a minor sect at the Core Formation stage; they can't cause any trouble."

"Humph!"

Fire Lord snorted coldly, transformed into a streak of flame, and retreated back into his cave.

The two had just exchanged blows without even using their Nascent Soul Daoist aura, yet their battle had already caused a surge of spiritual energy and pierced through the fire vein.

If this fight continues and a real conflict breaks out, it will inevitably affect the advancement of the spiritual veins of the vast ice plains, resulting in more harm than good.

"Fine, since the Xuan Yang Mountain lineage has been severed, let..." He hesitated for a moment before issuing a decree.

"Let Bai Yuan make the trip."

Bai Yuan has successfully completed the formation of his Golden Core, which combines the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit. He is only one step away from condensing his Nascent Soul.
This is a perfect opportunity to refine the initial form of the training ground, accumulating foundations for future breakthroughs.

……

Three hundred miles away, watching a white flame rise, Nong Su closed his eyes slightly and scanned it with his divine sense.

"Bai Yuan? A cultivator at the peak of the Core Formation stage."

He sensed the intense divine sense locking onto him from three hundred miles away and did not make another move.

Whether or not it can dominate the cultivation world of Great Yun depends on the foundation of Xuan Yang Mountain.
Fellow Daoist Xing Yizi, have I repaid your favor?

Xuanyang Mountain, at the foot of Wuji Peak.

A gentle autumn breeze blows, welcoming guests with gnarled branches and swaying green pine leaves.

Every now and then, plump pine cones fall, attracting several fluffy squirrels to swarm around and happily gnaw on them.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the pavilion carved from white jade appears and disappears, with a couplet inscribed in spirit script on the purple bamboo gates on both sides.

A thousand-foot-high mist swept away, leaving only a hollow bed.

A cup of warm spring wine awakens the traveler from the dust of the world.

A cyan light descended, and a handsome cultivator, wearing a purple-gold crown, a brocade robe, and a jade ring at his waist, stepped slowly out from the spiritual light, exuding an air of nobility.

Zhang Heng looked up at the summit of Wuji Peak, where a hazy, withered Daoist aura soared into the sky, surrounded by decaying energy.

"Fifth level of Core Formation."
My nephew Fang gained tremendous benefits on Jade Abyss.

Made with the essence of the Great Immortal, it was personally brewed by Uncle-Master Tian Quezi, who removed all impurities.
This was enough for him to reach the fifth level of the Core Formation stage, with some energy remaining.

Remembering his master's instructions, he waved his hand and released a jade talisman.

"Breaking through to the Core Formation stage from a mid-grade spiritual root, becoming a third-tier high-grade puppeteer, condensing the innate mechanism, and even refining it into medicinal qi."
No wonder Master Guang Sheng values ​​him so highly.

The summit of Wuji Peak.

Beside the spiritual field where the earth's energy flows, a yellow gourd floats, its crystal-clear liquid spilling out.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, and felt the vibrant life force in his meridians.

"Cultivation at the fifth level of Core Formation."
"Nourished by the power of water within my golden core, which uses water to nourish wood, my comprehension of the Mysterious Heavenly Spirit Vine has improved even further."

He reached out and the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner stood tall, with two colors of spiritual light, one blue and one white, flowing and evolving into the Great Ancient Tree and the Mysterious Heavenly Vine.

"Ok?"

"Zhang Heng invited me to the Ancestral Hall. Has Ancestral Master Guang Sheng regained his senses?"

(End of this chapter)