Wet viviparity

Chapter 892 Small Building, Divine Palace
Beside the main peak of Taiping Mountain, there was once a desolate cliff called "Catching Wind Cliff".

This cliff platform, where the wind blows year-round and where few people venture, has now become the most bustling and vibrant place in the entire Taiping Mountain.

Eight thin ropes stretched out from the cliff face into the wind, each one taut and straight.

At the end of these eight thin ropes extending into the sky, an invisible palace under construction is being secured, covering an area of ​​over a hundred acres. A net is placed over it to secure the palace and prevent it from being blown away by the fierce winds in the sky.

Amidst the peaks shrouded in clouds, dozens or even hundreds of streaks of light shuttled back and forth. These were disciples of Taiping Mountain, wielding talismans, riding clouds, possessing treasures, or riding spirit birds. Among them were many Daoist servants with unusual physiques, who moved among the peaks to carry out construction work.

The bear-like warrior, towering over 12 feet tall, carried a massive piece of submerged ice wood, as thick as a person's embrace, with steady steps that caused the clouds to churn. In no time, he had moved it to the invisible palace on the cliff.

Iron Crane Boy, carrying the gourd, risked flying into the ten-thousand-foot-high spiritual layer to absorb the omnipresent spiritual energy there. He then threw it into the furnace of the Yi Peak Fire Chamber, mixed it with essence, jade sand, and other materials, and fired it into spiritual energy bricks.

These submerged ice woods and spirit-shaped bricks are all materials without color or shape; only such precious materials could constitute the mysteries of this Divine Palace.

The gibbon warriors and Taoist priests worked together, using talismanic ropes and magic ropes to suspend the beams and pillars in mid-air and calibrate their general orientation. There were even a few mermaids from the Dragon Silk Palace of the South Sea floating in the temporarily drawn spiritual spring, chanting the spell of water-condensing, mixing pieces of water jade, and condensing them into pieces of glazed jade tiles.

The sounds of commands and shouts, the buzzing of spells, and the forging and refining of spiritual materials mingled with the mountain winds and clouds, creating an unprecedentedly bustling scene.

"quick!

Three more wind-stabilizing magnetic stakes need to be driven into the eastern corner of the earthquake site; these are the ones offered by the two Southern Ghost Kings, engraved with secret thunder-script characters.

A high-ranking disciple stood on a makeshift bamboo platform in mid-air, holding a scroll of illustrations. He used his primordial spirit to direct the work, and immediately several ape workers responded, carrying the prepared spiritual wood and running swiftly across the unfinished palace walls and eaves as if walking on flat ground.

Below, a young Taoist disciple was checking the materials list with a leading bear demon. "Three thousand pieces of glazed jade tiles, eight hundred cubic meters of agarwood. Protector Xiong Kong, can your Taoist service department prepare all of these today?"

The bear demon known as the guardian, though rough in appearance, was actually quite perceptive. His voice, like muffled thunder, said, “The tiles have been made by the merfolk overnight and will arrive this afternoon. We still need two hundred cubic meters of submerged ice wood. I have already dispatched the underworld officials from the Yin Kingdom at the foot of the mountain to take my talisman to the depths of the pool behind the mountain to transport it. It will arrive before sunset!”

Protector Xiong Kong's eyes gleamed as he said, "For this project, our Daoist Service Department would never dare to delay the deadline set by the Little Saint and the sect."

Not far away, several young disciples, who were clearly new to the sect, were working together to carry large spiritual energy bricks while whispering excitedly.

"What kind of spectacle do you think it will be when all the sects come to pay homage after the completion of the Divine Palace in this small holy land?"

"What a magnificent sight! This is the aura of the leader of Taiping Mountain in the south, the aura of establishing the world!" The surrounding disciples were all beaming with excitement, and the true qi that was supporting the large brick was a little unsteady. "With this decree from the Little Sage, look at the whole mountain, everyone is holding back their energy."

"I have heard that leaders, venerable figures, capable individuals, old demons and monsters, and even water gods and dragon kings from rivers and seas will all be present at the grand council. How fortunate I am to be able to participate in such a grand council."

“The True Lord and the Lesser Saint are like two suns in the sky. We are illuminated by them and feel infinitely splendid, but those unorthodox sects only feel the scorching sun and suffer unspeakably. The current confrontation must have turned to the shadows, in a place we cannot see.”

"This is a feat that will last for generations!"

A near-devout flame burned in the young man's eyes.

This fervor was not limited to the disciples of Taiping Mountain.

An old cultivator from Yifeng, with white hair and a youthful face, was instructing several palm-sized colorful butterflies on how to attach pieces of cold-light moss that could absorb moonlight to the dome ceiling.

The old cultivator stared at the meticulously arranged butterflies, stroked his beard, and smiled, "Be careful, everyone. This moss is as thin as a cicada's wing. It is related to the harmony of light and shadow in the hall and is the face of this place. If you do well, you will get a big credit entry in the Daoist Service Department's merit book."

One day, he can enter the Spiritual Essence Preaching Academy based on his merits, thus establishing a foundation for his future in this world.

The leading butterfly demon fluttered its crystal wings with delight, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. We will do our best and dare not fail the name of the Daoist Service Department, nor dare we disgrace the Little Saint and the sect here."

The gleam in the eyes of these spirits was no different from that of the Taiping Mountain youths, and perhaps even surpassed it.

Nowadays, everyone understands the significance of the Lingjing Chuandao Academy under the Heguan Daoyisi to demons and monsters. As long as one can study in the academy for nine years and achieve excellent grades in all subjects, one can obtain the status of "Dao Gong" (Daoist worker). At least in Tiannan, one will not be someone that anyone dares to call upon to fight or kill.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose on the Wind-Catching Cliff, and a bright light shone down. The invisible palace buildings were illuminated by this light, and the entire cliff was reflected with a boiling-like light and shadow.

On the cliffside, the foundation of the palace has been initially compacted, paved with large spiritual bricks and combined with wind-stabilizing magnetic stakes to form a "Wind-Riding Righteousness Array Diagram," the basis for the palace's ability to stand amidst the wind and clouds. Dozens of highly skilled Taoist priests and several demon guardians with profound auras are working together to erect several "Spiritual Pillars" among the springs, pavilions, waterside terraces, and glazed jade mountain caves. The moment the pillars are erected, a burst of brilliant light shines through, accompanied by swirling water mist, and the entire invisible palace suddenly appears three times.

"Good, the spirit has been properly positioned, and all evil will be warded off."

Minghui, who was in charge of supervising the construction of this palace, rubbed his knuckles nervously while letting out a big sigh of relief.

Although the Grand Council, as stipulated by the decree of the Little Saint, was to be held on the winter solstice of the Jiazi year, which was still a few years away, the Divine Palace could not be delayed until then.

The project was on a tight schedule and with heavy workload. He also had to coordinate several administrative agencies in Taiping Mountain, which put his abilities to the test. Fortunately, the Little Saint's authority was now as great as the sun in the sky, and no one refused to open the door to convenience. Even the clan members were obedient to him.

Thinking of this, Minghui smiled unconsciously. He knew that many people were envious of his opportunity to take charge on his own.

When future generations sing praises of this era, He Guanminghui will surely leave his mark on it. Perhaps some will like him as a person who is not so legendary but works hard and will try to imagine the difficult state of mind he is in at this moment.

Where is Senior Brother Golden Boy?

Minghui heard a voice in his ear, turned his head and saw it was Lin Shuijun. He quickly replied, "Xiaosheng is in the completed southwest building."

Lin Shuijun's figure flashed, transforming into a stream of clear, cool water light, and plunged into the Shen Gang Palace, which was already taking shape but appeared formless from the outside.

Inside the invisible palace, however, there are colorful decorations.

Outside the main palace buildings, cloud corridors are being erected and rainbow bridges are suspended in mid-air.

The misty veil, draped with starlight, was a curtain woven by mermaids, temporarily covering the unadorned wall.

Sometimes, monkey-like laborers would carry logs swiftly through the palace, their shadows cast upon the colorless and shadowless spiritual bricks, as if spirits were dancing in the sky between water and heaven; other times, Taoist disciples would use talismans to draw springs, and clear streams would gush forth from the void, taking shape according to their form, and flowing into the newly carved jade channel, making a tinkling sound, and dispersing into a misty spiritual fog.

After passing through several unfinished palaces with their hazy, shimmering lights, you finally arrive at a quiet building in the southwest corner.

Although the room was small, it was already well-arranged. The four crystal walls were inlaid with jade ornaments, and outside the window was an endless sea of ​​clouds. The wind from the sky turned into a gentle breeze, softly fluttering the clothes of the person in the center of the room.

Ji Ming was sitting by the window, resting with his eyes closed. Above his head, the six arms of the Perilous Path God were clasped together, forming a strange arm ring that slowly rotated. Hundreds of paths were projected outward into the void, crisscrossing within the building. Ji Ming heard Lin Shuijun's footsteps but did not turn around to look.

To his left and right, Ding Ruyi and Mingyue Tongzi were reviewing the jade slips that had been compiled. Once a batch was finished, they would report to Ji Ming.

Lin Shuijun stopped by the door, listening to the reports from Ding Ruyi and Mingyue Tongzi inside.

Those documents had all been discussed and approved by Wen Daoyu, him, and Liu An. Since they had received the processing procedures from Jin Tong in advance, there was nothing to argue about.

"it is good."

"can."

"Pass."

Upon hearing Jin Tong's words, Lin Shuijun couldn't help but smile.

The so-called seven-member cabinet is still a makeshift team. Only three of them are confirmed. In order to avoid giving the disciples inside and outside the sect a negative impression of the cabinet's hasty formation and chaotic management, they are extremely cautious in handling various matters.

"Reject it and resubmit it!"

Suddenly, a sentence spoken from inside the building made Lin Shuijun's smile vanish.

After he finished reviewing the documents inside the building, he was about to go in when he saw a flash of light and Wen Daoyu had also arrived.

(End of this chapter)