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Chapter 584 The Heretical Divine Mechanism Sect Meets the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure Vault: The Four Sects of the Demonic Path!

[The two ferry ships, one from Fangcun Mountain and the other from Longquan Sword Sect, began to travel together.]

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the two treasure ships once again slowly came to rest amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

[Yuan Shujian and the others walked out again and saw a moving mountain peak with a flag fluttering on it, representing the Nine Righteous Sects—West Kunlun.]

The disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect all stepped forward.

Looking into the distance, the ferry boats and treasure ships of the Western Kunlun Mountains can no longer be called boats, but rather a colossal mountain range, with its peaks rising one after another, exuding a magnificent and awe-inspiring presence.

This is also the consistent style of the Western Kunlun Mountains: to refine a mountain range into a treasure to be mastered.

The meeting of the three treasure ships in the clouds was perfectly reasonable—Fangcun Mountain, West Kunlun, and Longquan Sword Sect have always been on good terms; otherwise, the Holy Maiden of Yaotai and the Holy Son of Yaoxia would not have visited Fangcun Mountain.

[When Ji Heng and the others from Qi Yunfeng saw the procession of disciples from Western Kunlun arriving for the gathering, their brows furrowed involuntarily.]

Among the twelve people in the Western Kunlun group, one was also at the Dragon Court Realm, while the rest were all at the late Heavenly Gate Realm.

Surprisingly, the Holy Maiden of West Kunlun, who had also reached the Dragon Court Realm—Fairy Yaotai—did not accompany them this time.

Seeing such a disparity, the atmosphere among the disciples of Fangcun Mountain inevitably became somewhat heavy and somber.

After a brief discussion with the elders of West Kunlun and Longquan Sword Sect, Duanmu Xiwei slowly brought the three ferry boats to a stop side by side, connecting with each other and forming a unified whole, resembling a majestic floating island in the clouds.

The treasure ships were connected by passageways, and in the blink of an eye, the three ships were connected as if walking on flat ground.

Several disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect casually stepped onto the deck of Fangcun Mountain, while others headed towards West Kunlun. The elders of the three sects did not stop them, allowing their disciples to come and go as they pleased.

As soon as you pushed open the door to the meditation room, you were met with two pairs of eyes—a man and a woman from the Longquan Sword Sect stood on the deck of the Fangcun Mountain ship, looking at you from afar.

The young man was tall and slender, with his right arm bare, his black hair cascading over his shoulders, his eyes half-closed, his eyebrows slightly curved, and a hint of a smile playing on his lips; he appeared amiable.

The girl beside him was tall and slender, dressed in a bright red outfit and black boots. Though her features were striking, she was dressed as a man, with sharp, slanted eyebrows that swept upwards towards her temples, exuding a heroic and unique charm.

[You just happened to meet the gaze of a man and a woman, coincidentally the two from the Longquan Sword Sect who were talking about you yesterday.]

You glanced at it briefly before looking away; by then, you were already deep in the East Sea, outside the waters under the jurisdiction of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

This place is already one of the nine heretical sects. If this were the Dragon Clan's sea area, such a grand display would probably have already attracted the attention of the patrolling Yakshas.

The man and woman who met your gaze exclaimed in amazement, "Yun Feichen, he really is at the Dao Embryo Realm!"

"But wow... this person is... even more handsome than a woman."

Yun Feichen narrowed his eyes. "Chan Qing, didn't you look down on all men?"

"One thing at a time."

"However, this Dao Embryo realm... isn't it a bit too low?"

Yun Feichen pinched his chin with his fingertips and pondered, "I'm rather curious about what this person's abilities are. Otherwise, Fangcun Mountain would never have allowed him to come here."

The two did not lower their voices during their conversation, and Qi Ling, Yuan Shujian, and the others standing on the railing in the pavilion heard them clearly, seemingly intentionally so.

At that very moment—

A massive whirlpool suddenly split open on the sea beneath the ferry, and a colossal whale leaped into the air, its size exceeding that of three treasure ships combined!

This is a cloud whale, one of the mythical beasts of the East Sea. It can not only swim in the deep sea and navigate whirlpools, but also soar above the fierce winds of the heavens.

However, upon closer inspection, you notice something amiss: this colossal creature is not alive, but a meticulously crafted puppet, resembling one in appearance. If not for its lack of life-like features, it would be indistinguishable from a living being.

Among the various unorthodox sects, the one skilled in crafting puppets is known as the "Divine Mechanism Sect."

The sect leader of the Divine Mechanism Sect is also peculiar. Even those from other sects don't know his true face. He travels the world year-round using a puppet, and in fact, every sect leader of the Divine Mechanism Sect has used the same puppet.

The appearance of this cloud whale immediately attracted the attention of disciples from three sects.

Duanmu Xiwei and the other two sect elders also came out upon hearing the sound, staring intently in the direction.

Suddenly, a portal opened in the enormous eyes of the cloud whale, and more than ten people emerged from it.

Their attire was completely different from that of the disciples of the three sects. They all wore reddish-brown overcoats and robes, with bamboo hats, and their faces were obscured by the long garments, making it impossible to distinguish their gender.

Your gaze sweeps across the opposing team; there are also three Golden Core cultivators among them.

[There were also twelve people, one of whom was at the Dragon Court Realm, and the rest were all at the late Heavenly Gate Realm.]

[These must be members of the unorthodox Heavenly Mystery Sect; their robes are quite peculiar.]

Even with your keen eyesight, you cannot discern the true cultivation levels of these individuals; you would need to circulate your magical power to see through them.

The robe appeared to be woven from a special material, with several layers of hidden arrays constantly circulating, blocking all detection.

The various schools of thought, though known as the "lower nine streams," have a long and rich history. This is not due to the inferiority of their teachings, but rather to the changing times and shifts in the fundamental principles of Taoism.

[What this unorthodox path inherited is actually the lineage of ancient Qi practitioners.]

In that distant era, they were the true masters of heaven and earth, cultivating their inner energy, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and roaming freely in a world teeming with spiritual energy.

At that time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was as vast as the sea, and blessed lands and grotto-heavens were scattered throughout the world. The flourishing of cultivation there was far beyond what we see today.

Now, times have changed, and only about twenty blessed lands remain, all occupied by the major sects of the time. They must draw upon the spiritual energy of an entire continent to maintain their existence.

The once glorious path of Qi cultivation has gradually declined. In this world, the path of Golden Elixir cultivation prevails.

The once glorious path of Qi cultivation has gradually become what is known as one of the so-called unorthodox and disreputable paths.

Duanmu Xiwei and the other two elders stepped forward to greet them; clearly, they all knew each other.

This sea area is likely also the location of the unorthodox Shenji Sect. It's not uncommon for unorthodox sects to be on good terms with righteous sects.

Thus, the three treasure ships that crossed the continent gained another cloud whale and began their journey into the depths of the East Sea.

You weren't cultivating either, but instead stood on the railing, gazing at the endless sea.

Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.

This journey from Fangcun Mountain to the East China Sea is far more than a distance of ten thousand miles; it has already exceeded the limits of what an ordinary person can traverse in a lifetime.

The vast ocean stretched out before us, its surface sometimes as calm as a mirror, revealing schools of fish swimming in the deep; at other times, towering waves surged forth, their overwhelming force breathtaking, displaying the mighty power of nature.

Amidst these ups and downs, I suddenly felt a sense of openness and clarity, and a unique understanding welled up within me.

After traveling for three more days, a sudden thought struck you, as if you had sensed something.

[His eyes swirled with magical power, gleaming with a jade-like luster, his gaze suddenly extending to the limit of his vision—] [Even you, usually so composed, couldn't help but show surprise at this moment.]

Before them stood a vast and boundless golden storm, stretching between heaven and earth.

It spans the heavens and pierces the seas, absorbing the spiritual energy of all directions; its power is immense, reaching down from the sky!

A thin crack appeared at the center of the golden storm, like the sky and sea about to merge, or a giant box gradually closing.

[And from that crevice, a crystal-clear blue passage extends, plunging straight down from the heavens and disappearing into the calm sea, like a rainbow bridge spanning the vast ocean, serene and mysterious.]

[You push your vision to its limit, and you see that within the golden storm, there permeates an indescribable aura—mysterious, sacred, ancient, desolate, wild, supreme, and exalted…as if it originated from the very beginning of creation.]

[You felt the same aura when the Eternal Emperor guided you to that celestial palace in the Chen Kingdom.]

[You suddenly realize: This must be the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury—or rather, this golden storm itself is its entrance!]

That azure passage, shimmering with light and resembling a mirror reflecting the sky, must be the Void Tear, a divine treasure of the Undying Sect of Heretics.

This treasure possesses unparalleled divine power, capable of traversing the void and connecting the two realms.

[Upon closer inspection, you are astonished to discover that within the blue passage, two true dragons are coiled, their majestic bodies forcefully holding back the closing gap and resisting the closing force of heaven and earth.]

Even a true dragon, a supreme being of the true spirit realm, dared not relax its guard under such pressure; its roars echoed between the storm and the sea.

This is also the first time you have ever seen a true dragon—a domineering spirit comparable to a supreme grandmaster, ruling over the four seas.

[Upon closer inspection, the dragon's form possesses an overwhelming and majestic beauty; its scales undulate and hum with each movement, exuding an awe-inspiring power.]

Yet, amidst this vast golden storm, it still appears as insignificant as dust.

The power of Heaven and Earth is truly immense! Even a spirit as powerful as the heavens is but a mayfly.

You slowly withdrew your gaze, a slight smile appearing on your lips. Having received the news from Fangcun Mountain, and after three years of travel, you had finally arrived at the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury.

The treasure ship continued its journey, but Duanmu Xiwei and the elders wore solemn expressions.

This is the deepest part of the East Sea, the territory ruled by the Dragon Clan.

The three ferryboats, no longer soaring high above the sea of ​​clouds, lowered their altitude, almost skimming the water, casting towering shadows on the surface.

[Just as we entered this sea area, the surface suddenly churned, and seven or eight sea creatures clad in armor and wielding magical steel forks burst forth, blocking our path.]

Among this group of sea creatures, there were actually six experts who had reached the Golden Core stage of the Great Dao.

Their appearance was no different from that of humans, except that their skin had a bluish tinge. They were exceptionally tall and imposing, and their sharp gazes scrutinized the three treasure ships, carrying an undercurrent of intimidation.

This is precisely the sea-patrolling yaksha of the East China Sea.

Fortunately, the Shenji Sect, residing overseas, had long-standing ties with the sea tribes and immediately stepped forward to negotiate.

The patrol leader carefully examined the three ferries again, and finally waved his hand, signaling them to proceed.

[A giant net was then drawn up from beneath the sea surface and slowly tightened. At the same time, more than ten golden chariots rose from the deep sea, each capable of holding four people, and atop each chariot stood a sea race cultivator at the Golden Core stage of the Great Dao, exuding a chilling aura.]

[If the enemy had made the slightest move just now, the giant net lurking in the sea and the sea creature battle formation would likely have launched a thunderous attack.]

A massive, shimmering array slowly opened before them, creating an opening.

[Duanmu Xiwei and the elders all wore solemn expressions—they had now penetrated deep into the Dragon Clan's territory, as if they had entered someone else's sacred ground, their lives hanging in the balance.]

The sea race's strength already surpasses that of any sect. If they were to truly launch an attack, they would likely find themselves trapped and unable to escape in this boundless sea.

[The three ferries slowly sailed through the formation and entered it.]

[The crowd then witnessed a sight they would never forget—]

A vast golden storm swept across the sky and sea, while a shimmering, crystal-clear blue passageway gleamed. Two true dragons, with their imposing bodies, forcefully parted the horizon, their roars echoing, their power overwhelming.

Qi Ling stared intently at the two true dragons, a complex and unfathomable look appearing in her eyes.

[Meanwhile, Yuan Shujian and the others stared intently at the entrance to the legendary Heavenly Emperor's Treasury beyond the storm's crevice, their hearts filled with longing.]

Although Sun Miao's expression remained calm, his eyes betrayed his excitement.

The disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect were all excited and eager to try.

Even the disciples of the Divine Mechanism Sect, clad in reddish-brown cloaks and concealing their faces, could sense the barely suppressed, surging emotions emanating from their slightly trembling figures.

With such ancient relics now in existence, how many people could remain unmoved?

Beyond the awe-inspiring celestial phenomenon, what is even more captivating is the magnificent array unfolding around the "Heavenly Emperor's Treasury."

Within the grand formation, no fewer than twenty treasure ships, each with a different design but all exuding an imposing aura, were already anchored. They clearly came from top sects of this realm, lying in wait within the Dragon Clan's formation.

The locations where these treasure ships were moored were clearly defined, subtly creating a sense of confrontation between them.

[The several ferries on the left are strangely shaped, shrouded in malevolent energy, and exude a distinctly fierce and menacing aura; they are none other than the Seven Demonic Sects from the Southern Frontier.]

[With a little observation, you'll recognize that four families of the Demonic Sect have now arrived.]

At the very center is the Demonic Sect of All Beings.

[The former Demon Lord of All Living Beings originated from the weakened Asura Demon Sect, which he later renamed the All Living Beings Demon Sect.]

Although there were dissenting voices at the time, they were all silenced later, simply because all the opponents were dead; the dead cannot speak.

[The Common People Demonic Sect is now the leader of the seven sects, and the second-ranked sect is the Extreme Path Demonic Sect.]

The Extreme Demonic Sect, with its formidable power, was originally firmly in first place. It produced three Supreme Grandmasters and two Demon Lords who led the demonic sects. Its foundation was in no way inferior to the current Common People Demonic Sect.

However, a single Grandmaster is enough to suppress an entire sect.

[Ranked third is the Blood Sea Demon Sect, which specializes in cultivating qi and blood and physical strength. In the southern border region, they imprisoned a large number of natives as "blood slaves," using their essence and blood to cultivate demonic arts.]

[The sect possesses two divine-level forbidden magical treasures, which have solidified its unshakeable position in the demonic path, consistently placing it among the top sects.]

The last ferry belongs to the Blissful Demonic Sect, a sect that specializes in cultivating the path of lust. Their supreme martial art, the "Blissful Manual," records the ultimate pleasures of love between men and women, and is mysterious and unpredictable.

[Legend has it that if one cultivates this skill to a high level, it can even reverse yin and yang, and change one's gender.]

[It can even switch between male and female modes.]

(End of this chapter)