Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

On the edge of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters, somewhere in the wild sea.

In the sky, a boundless circular hole emerged, flashing with colorful colors.

Below the hole is a hazy shadow of an island, hundreds of miles in size, twice as large as the largest Jiaosheng Island in the Ten Thousand Monsters Sea.

The sea below the island was calm and peaceful, without even a trace of wind.

Under the sea surface, the sea, which should have been full of vitality, has now become silent.

There were no fish, no monsters, and even the green algae and kelp that stretched like forests on the seabed were all withered and gray.

This sea seems to be dead.

Suddenly, several beams of light flew in from the horizon at an extremely fast speed. In just a quarter of an hour, they had crossed a distance of dozens of miles and arrived under the shadow of the island.

The escaping light faded away, revealing the figures of three monks.

Two of them had elegant looks, dressed in long gowns, and had a strong scholarly air. At first glance, one could tell that they were well-educated scholars. They were Elder Gu and Yang Liqian from the Haoran Sect.

The other person was wearing a blue robe, about forty years old, with two strands of black hair hanging down from his temples. He was the Grand Elder of Zhenhai Sect, Patriarch Yuntian.

Elder Gu and Yang Liqian each held a jade token in their hands, which glowed slightly with a green glow. The warm and delicate touch constantly reminded the two that the huge floating island in front of them was the Jueling Island they were looking for.

Elder Gu looked up at the hazy shadow of the island and spread his spiritual sense, but he was unable to see the true appearance of the island.

A trace of amazement flashed across Yang Liqian's eyes. "Is this the Jueling Island? It is just as Daoist Fellow Yuntian said. It is magnificent and majestic. Even the Jiuxian Continent does not have such a magnificent view."

"I really don't know what kind of omnipotent means the ancient monks had to create such a huge floating island!"

Patriarch Yuntian smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, you are too kind. The only thing that Yuqinghai can show off is this Jueling Island."

"Jiuxianzhou is the holy land of cultivation. There are countless ancient relics. The ten major sects are all inherited from the ancient great sects. It has a profound heritage."

"It is said that your sect has a connection with the powerful beings in the spiritual world, and is a Taoist tradition passed down by the spiritual world monks in the lower world..."

As he spoke, he looked at the two of them, but Yang Liqian just smiled and said nothing. Patriarch Yuntian couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Elder Gu lowered his head, carefully examined the Tongtian Order in his hand, and said calmly: "It's just a rumor, not entirely true... Gu did hear that more than 10,000 years ago, not long after Jueling Island appeared in the world, a monk from Yuqinghai wanted to break the island protection formation, but was attacked by the formation."

"A mysterious ancient cultivator appeared and waved his hand to summon an endless sea of ​​thunder. The Nascent Soul cultivators suffered heavy casualties, including your sect's current leader."

"The Yuqing Sea cultivation world also declined because of this, and the demons took advantage of the situation to counterattack. It was not until two thousand years later that the human race completely conquered the lost land. Is that right or not?"

Patriarch Yuntian narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Gu is right, it is true. Who wouldn't covet such a precious place as Jueling Island?"

"But as Daoyou said, it has been a long time since then, and the rumors have become untrue and cannot be trusted."

"The backlash of the formation on Jueling Island is clearly recorded in our sect's scriptures, but the mysterious ancient cultivator was just a rumor spread by the younger generation of cultivators."

"If there really are ancient cultivators surviving in Jueling Island, their cultivation must be extremely high. How could they just sit there and watch us come and go as we please? They would have killed us all long ago."

"The entire Yuqing Sea will be turned upside down. Even the Jiuxian Continent will be unstoppable, right?"

Yang Liqian smiled and said, "The world has changed drastically. No matter how powerful the ancient cultivators were in the past, they can't use many tricks now, let alone resist the power of the spiritual treasure..."

"Junior Brother Yang!" Elder Gu suddenly spoke up, interrupting him, "Now that Jueling Island has appeared, there is no need to delay, let's enter the island now."

Yang Liqian was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Elder Gu looked at Patriarch Yuntian again and asked, "What do you think, Daoist Fellow Yuntian?"

Patriarch Yuntian secretly thought about the "great changes in the world" and "spiritual treasures" mentioned by Yang Liqian, and frowned slightly: "Jueling Island has just appeared in the world, and we rushed here immediately. Elder Qingliu and Chen Yuan did not dare to make a big fuss, so they should not have entered it yet."

"Why not wait outside the island for a few more days and wait for the two to show up, then kill Chen Yuan."

"Now that Elder Qingliu has lost his helper, he can no longer compete with Fellow Daoist Gu for the Qingfeng Bamboo."

Elder Gu said calmly: "Daoyou once said that as long as you enter the shadow of Jueling Island within a hundred miles and activate the Tongtian Order, you can enter the island immediately."

"The shadow of Jueling Island covers such a large area, and it is impossible for Senior Brother Qingliu and Chen Yuan not to cover it up. It is extremely difficult for the three of us to set up an ambush successfully."

"Moreover, both Gu and Senior Brother Qingliu are determined to obtain the Qingfeng Bamboo. As long as we find the Qingfeng Bamboo first, we don't have to worry about Senior Brother Qingliu and Chen Yuan not showing up."

Patriarch Yuntian frowned and said, "After entering Jueling Island, we have to complete the Demonic Origin Trial and find the secret space where Qingfeng Bamboo is. There are many variables."

"Chen Yuan is quite powerful and is also a physical cultivator. He has an advantage in many dangerous situations on Jueling Island."

"There is a secret realm of yellow sand, which is a place of absolute spirits. When Chen Yuan was in the middle stage of Jindan, he killed a Yuanying elder of Tianji Sect there."

"As long as he escapes into the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, even if the three of us join forces, I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat him."

Yang Liqian's face changed: "Has Chen Yuan killed a Nascent Soul cultivator before he formed a Nascent Soul?" "Don't be alarmed, Brother Yang. Chen Yuan did not act alone, but joined forces with two other Jindan cultivators..." Patriarch Yuntian briefly recounted the story of Chen Yuan, Jing Shuhan, and Wang Lin joining forces to deal with Ji Laogui.

Yang Liqian's expression eased a little: "It turns out that old Ji was seriously injured in a sneak attack and died at the hands of Chen Yuan... Demon cultivators are demon cultivators, and they treat their disciples so harshly and ruthlessly. It is reasonable for the disciples to retaliate."

Patriarch Yuntian said sternly: "Although Chen Yuan has some tricks, his strength is far beyond that of the cultivators of the same level. After forming the infant, he killed Kun Tong and the Cold Jade Lion."

"I don't know much about the strength of that Frost Jade Lion, but it has fought with Kun Tong before."

"At that time, I didn't have the cultivation level I have today, but I had also reached the bottleneck of the middle stage, and was on par with Kun Tong."

"Chen Yuan has just formed his infant, and he has killed two level eight demon kings one after another. His strength should not be underestimated."

"If we let him enter Jueling Island safely, it will be difficult to kill him."

Elder Gu said calmly, "I know a little about what Fellow Daoist Yuntian is worried about. Although the purpose of my trip is Qingfeng Bamboo, Chen Yuan forced my disciple to death, which is like killing my own son, and we have a blood feud."

“Whether or not I get the Qingfeng Bamboo, I will join hands with fellow Taoists to kill Chen Yuan and put an end to this feud.”

Yang Liqian said coldly: "Blocking someone's path is like killing their parents. Yang and Senior Brother Gu once prevented Chen Yuan from using our sect's spiritual veins to form a fetus. Our hatred for him has long been irreconcilable. This trip must cut off the roots to prevent future troubles!"

He spoke with certainty, but there was still a hint of hesitation on Patriarch Yuntian's face.

Of course he knew the grudge between the two and Chen Yuan, otherwise he would not have joined forces with them to deal with Chen Yuan.

But the Haoran Sect is powerful, and no matter how deep the hatred is, it is not impossible to resolve it.

He was worried that after obtaining the Qingfeng Bamboo, Elder Gu would no longer risk fighting Chen Yuan.

But now that things have come to this, he could not disobey Elder Gu's wishes, so he had to change his words and said, "I have not considered it carefully. I will follow what Brother Gu said and enter the island now."

As he spoke, he took out the Tongtian Order from the mustard seed ring and injected a wisp of true energy into it.

The Tongtian Order shone brightly, and a dark crack appeared in the void in front of Patriarch Yuntian, swallowing up his figure.

Elder Gu and Yang Liqian looked at each other and injected their true energy into the Tongtian Order in their hands. A dark crack appeared in front of them and completely swallowed the two of them.

The two men's eyes went dark and they felt a slight force of space squeezing. When they opened their eyes again, they had arrived in front of a large hall.

This extremely grand hall covers a vast area of ​​more than ten acres, is about eighty or ninety feet high, has double-eaved hipped roofs, slanting eaves, and 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.

The two stood at the foot 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.

Yang Liqian looked around and saw that there were already more than a dozen people standing on the bluestone square, very far apart from each other, some sitting cross-legged or standing with their hands behind their backs.

He spread out his spiritual sense and scanned everyone. Without exception, they were all at the Jindan level.

Perhaps it was because the three of them moved too quickly, and there were no other Nascent Soul cultivators in the square.

Those human cultivators all turned their heads to look over, and when they saw Patriarch Yuntian beside the two men, many of them immediately saluted with fists clasped, their expressions very respectful.

Several cultivators took a few steps forward and bowed deeply 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.

But there were also a few monks who quietly retreated, their faces pale.

They were either cultivators from Tianji Island or independent cultivators from the evil sect. It was inevitable that they felt fear when they saw the powerful ones from the righteous sect.

In addition to the human cultivators, there were many huge monsters on the square, more than thirty in total, all staying on the other side of the square, clearly separated from the human cultivators.

But in front of these ferocious monsters, there were two people standing, a charming woman and a strong man like an iron tower, both of them were looking over here at the moment.

Yang Liqian glanced at the two of them indifferently, with a hint of contempt flashing in the depths of his eyes.

On the continent of Jiuxianzhou, the demon race is far inferior to the human race in strength.

The demons only live in the two remote areas of Hanzhou and Nanzhou.

Nanzhou, known as the "Demon Kingdom", can only live in peace under the protection of the demon cultivators who have reached the state of transformation. However, there are still cultivators who often sneak into it to hunt monsters, take elixirs, and look for natural treasures.

In the eyes of the cultivators from the ten major sects, demon beasts are no different from spiritual materials.

Suddenly, the towering man spoke, his deep voice sounding a little low: "These two Taoist friends are unfamiliar to me. I, Ao Fang, may I ask your names?" (End of this chapter)