Wet viviparity

Chapter 842 Treasure, Qilong Temple
"Talented ones, they're all talented!"

Having infiltrated the gate and entered the blessed land, the golden-headed warrior sighed with emotion.

A glimpse into the whole reveals the whole picture. Those few high-ranking Taoist masters from Taiping Mountain have only been practicing for thirty or forty years, yet they are already so cunning and shrewd, cooperating seamlessly with each other. If it were those low-ranking demons from Yunyu Temple facing these people, they wouldn't even know how they died.

"Intercept the network!"

The Golden-Headed Warrior knew that the severed threads woven into the net were one of the Ruyi Daoist's trump cards, originating from the secret technique of the Heavenly Mystery Platform of the True Maiden Palace—"The Secret Refinement of Feather Transformation," which was privately passed down to the Ruyi Daoist by the Green Flower Fairy.

That piece of silk is said to be tangible yet intangible, making it impossible to defend against. Once it hits, the acupoints in the body will be entangled, the magic and spiritual energy will be locked, and one's cultivation will be damaged by three-tenths. Casting spells and accumulating power will be restricted. Even he was extremely wary of it.

The other Taoist priests also had their own ingenious methods. If he were to act rashly and recklessly, this operation would surely fail.

Within this blessed land, the scenery had changed dramatically, quite different from the gloomy rain-shrouded altar on the Milky Way. Above the dome, one could see countless upside-down, pointed stones, some as large as peaks, others as small as bamboo shoots. Although no ray of sunlight shone here, it was as if it were twilight, with its light undiminished.

Golden-Headed Warrior didn't appreciate the scenery; he knew the Taoist priests would catch up soon.

He secretly hoped these people would catch up, believing that such an important moment was worthy of witnessing by the outstanding younger generation of Taiping Mountain, and that they should be baptized with their lives. This divine general, whom they had meticulously planned, would undoubtedly become a crucial part of the Yunyu Temple's great victory in the magical duel.

Ahead lay a vast and wondrous flower field.

The field was filled with a rare, pure white flower with translucent stems and long, narrow leaves. Its blossoms were as large as bowls, with layers upon layers of petals, blooming serenely. This flower was not particularly supernatural; it was said to have been planted by gods during the Tianzhou era when they were buried alive with their ancestors.

A gentle breeze stirs the flower field, creating ripples that shimmer like frozen moonlit waves.

Many ancient artifacts are scattered in an orderly fashion in the flower field.

These ancient artifacts were all cast from the finest red copper, with simple and archaic shapes and fierce patterns, completely in the style of the Tian Zhou period. This corresponded to the era in which the Zhao Du Luo God General lived, and the Golden-Headed Warrior confirmed that he had not come to the wrong place.

A giant square bronze vessel was placed in front, its belly engraved with patterns of taotie and kui dragons, and its interior filled with dark-colored offerings that had long since dried and solidified.

After passing this giant cauldron, one can see spears, halberds, and axes.

These are all extremely ancient magical treasures, damaged by the long years. No, they shouldn't be called magical treasures. During the Tian Zhou period, apart from a few innate and acquired treasures, there was no method for refining magical treasures. At that time, they were all called divine weapons. These divine weapons did not have many wonderful methods or abilities; they were mostly used to complement the powerful physical bodies of gods, humans, and great demons.

Then there are rows of heads hanging in mid-air, all with bulging eyes, high noses, and fangs, resembling ghosts and gods. Each one is different, and these seem to be spoils of war from the ancient era of the god Zhao Du Luo.

These different burial objects, though long covered in dust, strangely blend with the clear, serene light of the entire flower field, creating an atmosphere where sacredness and burial intertwine.

The golden-headed warrior's heart tightened slightly, and he dared not be careless. He searched around and saw that in the deepest part of the flower field, where the light was brightest, something stood faintly.

He held his breath and carefully walked along the flower-lined path. As he approached, he gradually drew closer and finally caught a glimpse of the object. It was not the towering, golden-armored deity he had imagined.

A strange figure sat cross-legged in the center of the flower field, entwined by flower stems, as if it had fallen there unintentionally, a huge object long forgotten by people.

This figure, merely seated cross-legged, was already three zhang tall, its entire body the color of frost-covered rock, just like the battle gate of the Heavenly River Altar.

Its appearance is peculiar; its head is a complete white bull's head, with jet-black horns curving forward and encircling the top of its forehead on both sides, like a large black hoop hanging above its head. The eye sockets are empty, yet there are specks of clear light gathering inside. Upon closer inspection, there is a thin slit running from top to bottom in the center of the bull's face.

The slit parted slightly to both sides, revealing another face underneath. Although only part of the mouth and nose was visible, it was clear that it was a red face with tightly pursed lips and a slightly wrinkled nose, looking extremely angry.

The deity's body was bony and skeletal. Only upon closer inspection could one see that the deity was not sitting upright, but rather in a lotus position, with unusually long arms forming a demon-subduing hand seal in front of him.

The Golden-Headed Warrior quickly cleared the path in front of the deity, covered it with five-colored sand, and laid down long, specially fired bricks, thus creating a new road. Finally, a small temple, no bigger than a palm, was built on the road.

In an instant, another road split off, a non-existent road leading to a demon palace, from which roars could be heard—the voice of the Void Divine Infant, one of the Four Fiends.

"Wish-fulfilling jewel, wish-fulfilling jewel."

He not only took half of my Yin line, causing my foundation to be halved and my cultivation to be as weak as a floating log, but more importantly, he has already refined the Ruyi Treasure. If I am not eliminated now, it will definitely become a major threat in the future.

"God of Perilous Paths, according to the previous plan, this time we will rely on your innate ability to forge detours to shorten the roads within the Cold Wave Frontier and the Southern Fire Frontier, merging the two frontiers, and then dispatch divine generals to prioritize the elimination of Ling Xuzi."

Then, inside the Demon Palace, Man Shenying's voice could be heard again.

“Sister, don’t make things difficult for the God of Danger. This move of the God of Duro is already on the verge of collapse. Now, Jin Tou’er wants to use the little bit of divine mud that we risked our lives to get in that ancient cave to make the true form of this God of Danger, the Golden Ox, ‘come back to life’.”

Once the Divine General Zhao Duluo transfers from Hanbojiang, we need to send him to the Guyin Forbidden Zone as soon as possible to fully revive his true form. Only then can he be of use in the battle against Lu Zhenjun in Dayunfujiang.

It now seems that the original plan to utilize the great supernatural powers of the God of Perilous Paths to merge the Cold Wave Frontier, the Southern Fire Frontier, and the Great Cloud Floating Frontier in sequence, so that the divine generals could then systematically eliminate the Taiping Mountain disciples within each frontier, has ultimately failed.

"Then let's use the divine generals to first clean up the Taiping Mountain disciples in Hanbo Territory, so that when Hanbo Territory and Dayunfu Territory merge, they won't be disturbed by those lower-generation disciples," said Man Shenying.

"This is the proper course of action. All three regions have been sealed off by the great magic of the immortals, like an iron barrel. If the dangerous Daoist wants to take the divine general from the Cold Wave Region, he can only move one region over. For the sake of safety, it is necessary to kill all the Taoists of Taiping Mountain in the Cold Wave Region."

While the divine mud from Jin Tou'er wasn't enough to revive all the divine generals, it was more than enough to deal with a few high-ranking dragon and tiger warriors.

A clear and steady voice rang out, carrying a hint of amusement and humility, "This is all thanks to General Jin Tou. If he hadn't successfully brought my Qilong Temple to the Divine General, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

Oh, and there's also that Chi Yi Lang Jun (赤意郎君), his undercover agents were a great help.

However, I still don't know his purpose in having us add it to the battle record within the Great Yunfu Territory.

"It's most likely a treasure from Mount Dayunfu. After all, during World War II, the Chi Yi Lang Jun had the idea of ​​traveling to the Zhen Nu Palace by raft, and the Heavenly Grandson who was confined in the Zhen Nu Palace was one of the few people who knew the incantation to retrieve that treasure."

One of the four villains said in a muffled voice.

Man Shenying said solemnly, "It's not just a few people, it should be the only one who knows."

(End of this chapter)