I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 174 The truth! Breakthrough!

Laying the foundation is the first hurdle that every Taoist practitioner must face, and it is also a crucial step in the path of cultivation.

The quality of one's foundation not only determines how smoothly one will practice in the future, but also affects how far and how high one can ultimately go.

At this moment, Li Qingyun was in an extremely strange environment. By chance, he unexpectedly completed a perfect foundation building.

Presumably, compared to the extremely rare Heavenly Dao foundation building method of Mount Longhu, or the Wuji foundation building method of the Huashan School, which are all secret methods, Li Qingyun's foundation building this time took a different approach and walked out on a unique path.

While he used the Heavenly Dao Foundation Building Method as a foundation, he also incorporated the gifts of vitality and destiny from those cursed monks.

Those terrible negative emotions such as resentment, fear, despair, etc. were transformed into powerful vitality by some mysterious power in the dark, which surged into his body and merged with his Taoist foundation.

Far from bringing any shackles, that strange aura caused a strange change in Li Qingyun's foundation of Taoism, and even subtly fitted his special abilities as the agent of the secret gods.

The entire foundation-building process was as smooth as flowing water without any obstacles, and it was much smoother than he had imagined.

At this moment, the Taoist Qi in his body was like a surging river, flowing endlessly and unstoppable.

"Survive my countless calamities and build an immortal body!"

Li Qingyun felt the powerful and mysterious force in his body, reflected on himself, and his divination skills began to work instinctively.

His keen intuition made him realize that the foundation he had completed had far surpassed all the perfect foundation-building methods seen in Taoism, and he had achieved a special Taoist foundation that was unprecedented.

"Born in the immeasurable calamity, the spiritual platform is completed!"

"This method can be called 'the foundation of the infinite kalpas'!"

Although his second-level Taoist cultivation seemed insignificant compared to the fourth-level innate martial arts he already possessed, in fact, the two unexpectedly formed a strange resonance, blending with each other and complementing each other.

With the completion of the "Infinite Tribulation Foundation", the Heavenly Thunder Evil in Li Qingyun's body condensed again, and its power increased by at least twice.

The operation of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong has also become more stable and smoother, with the innate true qi flowing unimpeded, forming a world of its own within the body.

The Vajra Indestructible Body, Seventy-two Transformations and other magic skills have also been greatly enhanced.

On the other hand, because the "Infinite Tribulation Dao Foundation" has been integrated with the innate true qi, it has become more stable and solid than the ordinary Heavenly Dao Foundation, far exceeding the limits that ordinary Taoist and martial arts practitioners can imagine at this level.

However, this smooth foundation-building did not make Li Qingyun feel any joy. Instead, he felt that a crisis was coming like a tide, gradually forcing him into a desperate situation.

He knew very well that the reason why the village chief had gone to so much trouble to build such a perfect foundation for him was not out of kindness, but to wait until the time was right and then devour him completely.

At this moment, Li Qingyun could clearly feel that his destiny and cultivation were still rapidly dissipating, even faster than before he established his foundation.

He understood that time was running out, as the village chief was preparing to have his son take his place, completely taking away his connection with the mysterious world.

Once the village chief succeeds, all the opportunities and adventures that Li Qingyun has encountered since traveling through time will slip through his fingers like sand and turn into nothing.

All his efforts and achievements will be stolen by others, and he himself, like those unfortunate monks, will become a sacrifice in the village chief's conspiracy and die miserably.

At this moment, he could still feel that his destiny and cultivation were rapidly dissipating, even faster than before he built his foundation. Before long, he would be completely replaced by the village chief's son and would completely lose contact with the mysterious world.

Despite the turmoil in his heart, Li Qingyun still suppressed his fear and tried his best to maintain outward calm.

His eyes were as deep as water, and his face did not show any emotion fluctuations, but his thoughts were like a surging river, quickly sorting out plans to escape from the predicament.

He already had a plan, but he just needed to wait for the most appropriate time to use the trump card in his hand to make a comeback.

The village chief was ecstatic to see that Li Qingyun had successfully established his foundation so easily, his luck had been blessed, his bones had been completely renewed, and his lifespan had been greatly increased.

The village chief was ecstatic to see that Li Qingyun had completed the foundation-building so easily, and that his luck had been greatly improved, his bones had been completely renewed, and his lifespan had increased several times.

He could no longer hide the fanatical expression on his face, as if Li Qingyun at this moment was a treasure that was about to be obtained, and his fate and foundation were all in his control.

"As expected, you are indeed a favored child of heaven with divine nature!"

The village chief's eyes were burning, and he finally revealed his true intentions. His tone was filled with greed and excitement that could not be concealed. "As long as I get your fate and absorb your foundation, I can completely get rid of this shackle and no longer be a slave to others!"

The arrogance and ambition implied in that tone made Li Qingyun's heart tremble. He knew that the origin of this village chief was quite unusual, and his intentions were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Immediately, the village chief restrained his ecstatic expression, restored his usual gloomy calmness, revealed a strange smile, and said to Li Qingyun:
"My son, you have already built a perfect foundation. Let me check on the bride and prepare for the final steps of the wedding."

As he said this, with a meaningful smile on his face, he turned around and slowly left the lobby.

Li Qingyun watched the village chief's back disappear outside the door. He felt something in his heart and tried to stand up and walk out.

But he soon discovered that because he had not yet fulfilled his promise to marry the village chief's son, he was still bound by the curse and could not leave the hall.

However, all this was within Li Qingyun's expectations and did not surprise him too much.

Since the village chief dared to leave so confidently, he must have made sufficient preparations to ensure that his plan would not be easily destroyed.

However, after he left, Li Qingyun finally waited for that opportunity.

He silently used his divination skills to confirm that the village chief had indeed gone away. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly activated the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong. His body trembled slightly, and he instantly manifested a three-headed, six-armed Dharma image.

A golden light flashed, and one of the heads slowly separated from his body, turning into a clone - it was Gao Renan.

As soon as the clone appeared, Li Qingyun immediately used the magical power of "Bassnake Swallowing Elephant" on the village chief's son, instantly devouring the other's fate.

With the influx of this fate power, Li Qingyun quietly replaced the identity of the village chief's son.

He then used the "Seventy-two Transformations" technique to disguise himself as the village chief's son, with his face and aura being exactly the same.

Then, he quickly took off his bright red wedding gown and put it on his clone.

Everything happened silently and without any flaws.

At this moment, he has completed the perfect disguise.

After the clone put on the wedding robe, he sat back in his original position, expressionless, and continued to play the role of a young Taoist priest who had just successfully established his foundation. At the same time, Li Qingyun's original body put on the Taoist robe of the village chief's son and sat in the original position of the village chief's son, as if nothing had happened.

The real son of the village chief, that is, the being occupying Qi Shaowei's body, was completely devoured by his fate at this time. Just like Gao Ren'an in Guixi County at that time, he was kicked out of the long river of destiny and disappeared silently into the air without leaving any trace.

In this way, Li Qingyun's clone has now replaced his original self and become a foundation-building cultivator. He is still affected by the sacrificial ceremony, and his fate and cultivation are constantly being extracted and transmitted continuously.

His original body, on the other hand, was at ease, enjoying everything that he had regained through the magical power of "Basher Swallowing Elephant" - the destiny and cultivation that originally belonged to him.

After making all the arrangements, Li Qingyun finally got a moment to breathe.

He closed his eyes and began to carefully review everything that had happened in Feng Village.

With the help of divination and the sacrifice of a large amount of blood and energy, and with the large amount of curse power infused by the village chief as a medium, he quickly pieced together the whole story and further confirmed his guess.

In the mysterious palace, Li Qingyun was sitting on the throne. Seeing the images projected in the gray pupils, his face gradually became gloomy.

"From the moment Feng Yaqin and I set foot in Liaodong, the village chief had already locked us firmly in his sights and set a trap with great care."

"All of this is a grand sacrificial ceremony he carefully planned. His purpose is to take away my fate, completely replace me in the mysterious world, and inherit all my luck and foundation!"

"Although the village chief's cultivation is unfathomable, and the level of power he mobilizes is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators, he does not have unreasonable and heaven-defying magical powers like 'Parasite Swallowing Elephant'. If he wants to usurp fate, he can only use this special ritual, with the help of curses and oaths, to steal the day."

"The village chief's so-called 'son' is nothing more than a vessel created using Qi Shaowei's Dao Infant and destiny.

"He used the trick of 'replacing the wedding ceremony' to force me to take his son's place in the promise. Once the promise was fulfilled, he used the curse to exchange my fate, completely accepting my destiny, and eventually completely replacing me."

A cold light flashed in Li Qingyun's eyes, and his gaze continued to focus on the scene appearing in his gray pupils.

I saw that the village was filled with fog, as if it was enveloped by a powerful force.

He finally understood why he, Feng Yaqin, Qi Shaowei and others were separated:

"It turns out that we are not in different locations in Feng Village, but we are each trapped in different time loops."

"The village chief trapped them in a cage and used the rules and curses set here to devour them one by one."

"Those independent cultivators, even Feng Yaqin and the others, are all sacrifices on the altar, and I am the protagonist of this feast."

Li Qingyun clenched his fists slightly, anger rising in his heart, with a hint of compassion mixed in with his calmness.

He knew that the others had most likely met with murder, and the village chief was preparing for the final step of this grand sacrifice.

"What will be the final step of the ritual?"

Li Qingyun was alert, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and murderous intent was immediately apparent.

"Since you want to harm me with tricks, I will give you a taste of your own medicine!"

……

In a blink of an eye, a night passed, and just as the sky was getting light, a sad suona sound suddenly rang out in Feng Village.

The sound was bone-chilling and carried a strange chill that made people shudder.

The bluestone path was filled with fog, and a group of people were slowly walking towards the village chief's residence.

At the front, sixteen young men with blank faces were carrying a huge sedan chair. The sound of suona became increasingly shrill with their footsteps, so eerie that it made one's scalp tingle.

In front of the sedan chair, there were eight young women in mourning clothes. They kept throwing white paper into the air and wailing as if they had lost their parents.

Behind the procession, there were countless villagers from Fengcun, including men, women, young and old. Everyone had lifeless eyes and followed the sedan chair like zombies.

The morning breeze blew, lifting the linen clothes of the mourning women leading the group, revealing the bright red short jackets and emerald green silk trousers underneath.

The whole team was erratic, looking like both a funeral and a wedding, extremely weird.

The door curtain of the sedan chair was also blown up by the wind, but there were no people sitting inside, but two pitch-black coffins!

Just as the team approached the village chief's residence, the tone of the suona music suddenly changed, from sad to cheerful and festive.

The women who had been crying heart-wrenchingly before suddenly stopped crying, turned around and unbuttoned their outer mourning clothes, revealing bright red flowered jackets, and they were all beaming with joy.

They found flowers and candies from somewhere and placed them on the lacquer trays in their hands. Their eyes were empty but there were smiles on their faces, just like real bridesmaids welcoming the newlyweds at their wedding.

The scene that seemed like a funeral just now suddenly turned into a wedding!
The village chief stood at the door of the mansion with a harmless smile on his face, but his eyes were flashing with an indescribable weirdness.

He waved his hand and asked people to welcome the wedding procession into the inner courtyard lobby.

As the villagers filed in, a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere filled the entire mansion.

Sixteen young and strong men carried the sedan chair carefully into the courtyard and gently put it down.

Then they slowly opened the lid of the coffin.

Li Qingyun glanced at him and his heart suddenly tightened, and his breathing was choked.

In one of the coffins, there lay a bride wearing a phoenix coronet and bridal veil.

She has a stunning appearance, a well-proportioned figure, an innate nobility between her eyebrows, and exquisite makeup, as if she is a fairy from heaven descended to earth.

That person was none other than Feng Yaqin, the chief priest of Mount Longhu!
But at this moment, her face was blue and her eyes were closed, like a lifelike paper figure, her life or death was uncertain.

The other coffin was empty. The pitch-black bottom was bottomless, like a black hole leading to an endless abyss, emitting a creepy chill, as if waiting for someone to come.

The village chief walked into the hall, looked at "Gao Renan" dressed as a groom and his "son" with a face covered with dense mouthparts, and frowned slightly.

What's wrong?
……

(End of this chapter)