Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

This is an extremely grand hall, covering a vast area of ​​more than ten acres, about eighty or ninety feet high, with double-eaved hipped roofs, slanting eaves, red pillars and yellow tiles.

Above the palace gate hangs a royal blue plaque with three golden ancient seal characters "Tongtian Palace" written from top to bottom, which looks ancient and heavy.

In front of the hall is a red step with a bronze turtle and a bronze crane on it, and below is a three-story white jade pedestal surrounded by railings, sparkling with a faint spiritual light.

A long stone staircase leads to the main entrance of the hall. It is about ten feet wide and each step is carved with dragons, phoenixes, auspicious unicorns, black tortoises and blue phoenixes.

Chen Yuan was standing at the bottom of the steps. There was a square of a hundred acres in size. The ground was paved with bluestone and the edge of the square was shrouded in a light mist.

He looked around and saw hundreds of people standing on the bluestone square, very far apart from each other, some sitting cross-legged, some standing with their hands behind their backs.

There were even quite a few huge monsters, all staying on the other side of the square, clearly separated from the human cultivators.

Many people turned their heads to look over, but when they saw that it was just a stranger, they immediately lost interest and looked away.

Chen Yuan didn't bother to investigate these cultivators, and the first thing he did was to look for the figure of Ancestor Yuntian.

But after more than ten breaths, Patriarch Yuntian appeared in the square. He was quite far away from Chen Yuan, about a hundred feet away.

Many cultivators looked over and were shocked when they saw the indifferent expression on Patriarch Yuntian's face. Several cultivators who were closer immediately retreated to a distance.

Ancestor Yuntian has been famous for hundreds of years and is very powerful in the Yuqing Sea. No cultivator present dares to challenge him.

However, several cultivators took a few steps forward and saluted to Elder Yuntian, saying respectfully, "Greetings to the Grand Elder (Senior Yuntian)!"

They were either cultivators from the Zhenhai Sect or were from affiliated sects and families of the Zhenhai Sect. Naturally, they had to pay their respects when they saw Ancestor Yuntian.

Chen Yuan also walked towards Patriarch Yuntian, wanting to greet him.

But at this moment, the voice of Patriarch Yuntian rang in his ears: "Little friend Chen, don't reveal the relationship between you and me, lest other Nascent Soul cultivators attack you."

"After you pass the third test, I will come find you."

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and he immediately looked away, not even daring to answer.

Ancestor Yuntian has a high level of cultivation and a strong spiritual awareness, and can transmit sound at will.

But his spiritual sense was only equivalent to that of a cultivator in the late Jindan stage. There were Yuanying cultivators in this square. If he dared to send a message casually, it would be heard immediately.

He did not dare to disperse his spiritual sense. He turned around and walked to a place where there were few cultivators. He stood with his hands behind his back and glanced at the cultivators and monsters present.

No one revealed their own aura, but only cultivators above the Jindan stage could enter the Jueling Island with the Tongtian Order.

The more than one hundred cultivators and monsters in the square have at least the cultivation level of the early Jindan stage.

Chen Yuan soon saw an acquaintance, Ji Laogui, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

He seemed to notice Chen Yuan's gaze, opened his eyes, and looked at Chen Yuan with a cold look.

Chen Yuan felt a chill in his heart. He didn't dare to look anymore and immediately looked away.

Not far from Ji Laogui, Jing Shuhan, wearing a light green skirt, stood there with her hands clasped at her waist, looking graceful.

She met Chen Yuan's gaze, nodded slightly, and smiled, as if she was greeting him.

Chen Yuan was a little surprised. This girl was only at the initial stage of Jindan and had difficulty passing the first trial. How could she enter Jueling Island?

His face remained expressionless and he nodded slightly in response.

When he moved his eyes again, Wang Lin's figure also came into view.

He was dressed in black, sitting cross-legged in the square. He met Chen Yuan's gaze, smiled slightly, and nodded.

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he also nodded in response and looked away.

He had no friendship with Wang Lin, but they had fought each other in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters. Wang Lin's move seemed to contain some goodwill, which made him a little confused.

Apart from these three people, there was no one else Chen Yuan knew on the Bluestone Square.

But two monks were particularly eye-catching. One of them looked old, with white hair and beard. He was wearing a gray robe and a turban on his head. He was holding a scroll of bamboo slips and was reading it intently.

The old man's aura slightly weakened, and his imposing pressure was heavy. He was actually an early Nascent Soul cultivator. There was no one within a hundred feet around him.

After Patriarch Yuntian dismissed the Zhenhai Sect cultivators, he carefully looked at the old man, walked slowly to his side, and asked, "May I ask if you are the Taoist Qingliu from the Haoran Sect?"

The old man raised his head, with a look of surprise on his face: "Yes, please forgive my poor eyesight, you are..."

Patriarch Yuntian bowed and said, "I am Yuntian from Zhenhai Sect."

The old man returned the greeting and said, "So it's Brother Yuntian. I've heard of your great name for a long time."

"I haven't been to Yuqing Sea for a hundred years. Daoist Yuntian actually revealed my identity in one sentence. I admire you."

The cultivator next to him was shocked. Hearing this, he realized that this Nascent Soul cultivator was not from Yuqinghai.

Elder Yuntian said calmly: "The Confucian heritage of Yuqinghai has declined, and there has never been a Nascent Soul cultivator who specializes in Confucian and Taoist techniques."

"Your aura is pure and abundant, and I happen to be familiar with the appearance of the fellow Taoists of Haoran Sect, so how could I be wrong?"

"I just didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Qingliu would come to Jueling Island. Jiuxianzhou is vast and rich in resources. It is beyond my expectation that this little secret place could catch the eye of your sect."

Mr. Qingliu laughed and said, "I am only here to get a Qingfeng bamboo. Our sect has no intention of getting involved in Jueling Island, nor will we interfere in the affairs of the Yuqing Sea Immortal Cultivation World."

Patriarch Yuntian smiled and said, "You are too kind, Daoist friend. I am just a little curious. How dare I interfere with your sect's affairs?"

The old man smiled and raised the bamboo slips in his hand: "If you don't have anything else to do, I still need to read the scriptures. I will chat with you again when I have time."

"This Jueling Island is indeed left by the ancient sages. It contains profound avenues. We need to comprehend it carefully and don't waste time."

"Please do as you wish, fellow Daoist." Patriarch Yuntian nodded, turned around and left.

At this moment, a charming voice came out: "Haha, Daoyou, are you really a cultivator from Haoran Sect?"

"Since when did the people from the ten major sects in Jiuxianzhou become so cowardly that they actually bowed to Zhenhai Sect?"

Everyone was shocked and turned to look, only to see a charming woman standing in front of the monster on the other side of the square, walking slowly towards them, her words full of disdain.

The woman was about thirty years old, with a beautiful face, a pair of captivating eyes, and a well-proportioned figure.

She wore a white top with a light blue gauze covering it, revealing her white and flat belly. Every time she took a step, the whiteness trembled slightly, which was very eye-catching. She wore a short skirt that did not reach her knees, revealing her tight calves. Her bare feet were white and flawless.

When the monks present saw this outfit, the words "indecent" immediately popped up in their minds, but no one dared to criticize it, let alone even look at it.

Because this "indecent" and charming woman exuded a powerful aura comparable to that of an early Nascent Soul cultivator, accompanied by a strong demonic aura, she was actually a transformed demon king.

Qing Liu Jushi chuckled and bowed to the charming woman: "My fellow Taoist, you are joking. My Haoran Sect upholds the great and upright spirit and follows the words of righteousness and reason. We are polite and proper when interacting with fellow Taoists. How can I bow my head?"

The charming woman came in front of the two men and stopped: "What do you mean by politeness and etiquette? I don't understand, and I won't argue with you."

"But Haoran Sect doesn't even dare to take a step into Yuqinghai, and what about the top ten sects? In my opinion, why not replace Haoran Sect with Zhenhai Sect?"

She giggled, her body trembled, and her two white balls jumped violently, as if she was about to jump out of her clothes.

Qing Liu Lay Buddhist was not angry at all. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "If you are interested, you can arrange the ten major sects yourself."

"We, the cultivators of Haoran Sect, only know how to study the principles of the ancient sages, cultivate a righteous spirit, and seek the great way of heaven and earth. We don't care about anything else."

The charming woman was stunned, as if she had not expected Mr. Qingliu to react like this, and she was a little at a loss.

Patriarch Yuntian said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Jin, I advise you not to bring disgrace upon yourself. Fellow Daoist Qingliu is devoted to seeking the truth, how could he accept your clumsy provocation."

The charming woman smiled nonchalantly: "What did I instigate? You forced this fellow Taoist to admit that Haoran Sect dared not set foot in Yuqing Sea. Is this the way Zhenhai Sect treats guests?"

Patriarch Yuntian said coldly: "Friend Jin is not qualified to judge the way Zhenhai Sect treats guests."

"But if you want to know how I treat guests, after you leave Jueling Island, I will be waiting for you at Xue Island!"

The charming woman snorted coldly, but said nothing more.

At this time, a sturdy man standing on the monster beast slowly said: "Why bother so much, after we leave the Demonic Plain, I will spar with you."

He was tall, about nine feet tall, half a meter taller than an ordinary person, like an iron tower, with his upper body bare, messy red hair draped over his shoulders, bulging muscles, bronze complexion, and a grim look that revealed endless murderous intent.

Patriarch Yuntian narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Since Daoist Fellow Ao Fang is interested, I will accompany you to the end!"

The iron tower sturdy man nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you. Last time during the beast tide, you and I couldn't decide the winner. This time, let's fight to our heart's content!"

After the burly man spoke out to help, the charming woman stopped making sarcastic remarks and returned to the group of monsters. Patriarch Yuntian also walked aside, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

The old man smiled slightly, lowered his head, and looked intently at the bamboo slips in his hand.

The monks in the square were secretly shocked when they heard the conversation between the few people.

The old man turned out to be a cultivator from the Haoran Sect. There was a hint of fear in everyone's already awed gazes.

The Haoran Sect is one of the ten major sects in Jiuxianzhou and is also the ancestral home of Confucianism and Taoism in Jiuxianzhou. Its mountain gate is close to Yuqing Sea.

Each of the ten major sects in Jiuxianzhou is a giant sect with a heritage of tens of thousands of years. Each occupies a giant spiritual vein. There are great monks in the sect from generation to generation. They have a strong foundation and extraordinary strength, far surpassing the three major sects in Yuqinghai.

And Patriarch Yuntian actually dared to directly test Mr. Qingliu's intention of entering Jueling Island. He is worthy of being the supreme elder of Zhenhai Sect. This is the style of the largest sect in Yuqing Sea!

These Jindan cultivators are the backbone of the Yuqing Sea's immortal cultivation world. They are naturally wary of cultivators from the mainland.

Although he didn't dare to show it in front of Mr. Qingliu, it did not prevent him from cheering for Patriarch Yuntian in his heart.

And those two demon kings were not ordinary people either.

The demon race places the utmost importance on bloodline, and surname is extremely important, and no demon beast dares to overstep the mark.

In the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters, only the Golden-winged Eagle clan dares to have the surname Jin, and only the Jiaolong clan has the surname Ao.

These two demon kings were both born into the royal family of demon beasts, and the strong man named Ao Fang was even more famous in the Yuqing Sea.

His original form was a ninth-level red dragon, with fire-attributed magical powers that could burn the sky and boil the sea, and he held the lives of three Nascent Soul cultivators in his hands.

Among them was a casual cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, whose blood dyed Ao Fang’s ferocity.

Chen Yuan watched the battle between several Nascent Soul cultivators and the transformed demon king, and secretly groaned in his heart.

He was controlled by Patriarch Yuntian and had to take advantage of the situation. If Patriarch Yuntian got involved in a fight with the two demon kings, he would inevitably be implicated.

What if Patriarch Yuntian died at the hands of Ao Fang and was unable to unlock the dark power and the blue talisman for him? What should he do then?

Chen Yuan sighed secretly and could only hope that Patriarch Yuntian would remain rational and not engage in meaningless fights.

Just now, when Patriarch Yuntian, Buddhist monk Qingliu were verbally confronting the two demon kings, there was also a Nascent Soul cultivator and a demon king in the field who did not participate.

This Nascent Soul cultivator is also an old man, wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, an immortal look, and a very powerful aura. Like Patriarch Yuntian, he is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Chen Yuan recognized the identity of the old man at a glance. He was the supreme elder of the Righteous Alliance, Taoist Yunhe.

After Chen Yuan came to Yuqing Sea, he was either in seclusion practicing hard or going out to sea to hunt monsters. He didn't know much about the major sects in Yuqing Sea.

But he was, after all, a guest elder of the Righteousness League. In the Righteousness Pavilions in various places, there were portraits of the supreme elders of the Righteousness League hanging. Chen Yuan had been in and out of the Righteousness Pavilions in Hanxing City and Blood Island several times, and he remembered them all in his mind.

It can be said that Chen Yuan's job as a guest elder was too easy. He left behind a small amount of monster materials, and every five years, he would take on a task, pay some monster materials, and receive a sum of spirit stones, all without any effort.

Including Taoist Yunhe, there were a total of four Nascent Soul cultivators from the human race present, and one of them came from the continent.

The demon clan on the other side of the square had fewer people than the cultivators, with only forty demon beasts, but there were three transformed demon kings standing in front of the demon beasts.

In addition to the charming woman and Ao Fang, there was also a young man. He was wearing a white shirt and holding a folding fan, gently waving it. He looked quite elegant, not like a demon king, but rather like a rich young man of the human family.

It’s just that this person has a pair of narrow eyes, very thin lips, and a slightly feminine temperament.

The feminine man said nothing, but just watched the charming woman, Ao Fang and Old Ancestor Yuntian verbally exchanging words with a smile on his lips.

Chen Yuan didn't dare to linger on these demon kings for too long. He just glanced at them briefly and then looked away.

But the feminine man had extremely sharp senses. Although it was just a quick glance, he still noticed Chen Yuan's gaze.

He glanced at Chen Yuan, smiled slightly, retracted his gaze, and continued to gently wave the folding fan in his hand.

Chen Yuan did not notice the feminine man's gaze. He looked at the monsters that had not yet transformed into human form, observing the opponents in this trip to Jueling Island.

Suddenly, a white light lit up, and then a figure appeared out of nowhere in the square, attracting everyone's attention. (End of this chapter)