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Chapter 599 The Dao Child [Part Three]

The Northern Heaven Domain itself, excluding the land below.

The rest are various floating islands, which are in some ways equivalent to realms within realms.

At this moment, on the Ink Peak of Lingyu Mountain.

This is a huge, suspended island formed by countless mountain ranges, towering high above all other islands.

Its mountains are beautiful, shrouded in clouds and mist, and the scenery is serene and otherworldly, like a fairyland.

This place is the residence of Elder Moshan of Lingyu Mountain.

On one of the peaks, a simple wooden pavilion stands quietly.

Inside the pavilion, two figures, one in black and one in white, sat facing each other, playing chess.

Suddenly, a streak of light flew from afar and landed silently in front of the two of them.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black paper crane, surrounded by white dots, its wings fluttering as if it were alive.

Upon seeing this, the man in black paused slightly in the hand holding the chess piece.

The white-robed, long-bearded man opposite smiled elegantly, calmly placed a piece on the board, and said:
"Brother Mo, if you have something important to do, you might as well deal with it first. Our situation is not urgent."

"Then please wait a moment, Sect Master."

The man in black nodded slightly.

These two are the two individuals with the highest cultivation levels on the surface in Lingyu Mountain.

The Spirit Prison Mountain itself was created by the two of them.

The man in white is the master of Lingyu Mountain, Ling Tianzi.

The man in black was Mo Shan, the Grand Elder of Lingyu Mountain.

Mo Shan raised his hand and pointed, and the paper crane unfolded in response, turning into starlight that outlined lines of clear text in the air.

It contains a detailed account of how Hu Qi obtained the essence blood of the Golden-Winged Roc.

"Such an opportunity?"

Mo Shan's eyebrows twitched slightly, his tone revealing a hint of surprise.

He did not try to hide the scene, and the Emperor Ling, who was standing nearby, saw it clearly as well.

A hint of surprise flashed across Ling Tianzi's eyes, then he smiled and spoke:
"Congratulations, Brother Mo. Your son has extraordinary destiny and may well become the Dao Master in the future."

Mo Shan's expression had returned to normal, and he waved his hand, saying:
"Not at all, Sect Master, you flatter me. My son merely had a chance encounter and still needs further training."

Even so, a smile still crept onto his lips.

The essence and blood of the Golden-Winged Roc are incredibly precious, and even more so for the Mo family lineage.

Once refined, it can not only improve the purity of one's bloodline, but also give one the chance to awaken the innate divine power of the Golden-Winged Roc clan.

In the past, even someone with Mo Shan's temperament would have been moved by this.

But now that his cultivation has reached the Dao Fruit realm, this item is ultimately just icing on the cake for him, and can hardly provide any fundamental benefit.

Think of this.

Mo Shan laughed.

"It's true that your personal disciple, Sect Master, is already a half-step Dao Lord at such a young age, only one step away from breaking through. He truly deserves the title of Holy Son! It seems that Nephew Zhang is confident of victory in this competition for the Dao Son of the Northern Heaven Domain."

A smile flashed in Ling Tianzi's eyes, clearly indicating that he was very satisfied with his personal disciple.

But he maintained a humble expression, stroking his beard as he said, "It's too early to celebrate."

My nephew Mo Xuanxian is exceptionally talented, having also comprehended three bloodline divine abilities. In terms of combat prowess, he is likely unmatched among the younger generation.

Mo Shan's smile deepened, and he replied knowingly, "In any case, it would be a great joy if the position of Dao Child remained in my Lingyu Mountain."

At this point, the two exchanged a knowing smile, their understanding unspoken.

Regardless of which of the two obtains the position of Dao Child, it will be a good thing for Lingyu Mountain.

After a brief exchange of compliments...

Mo Shan then dropped the subject.

As he raised his hand, he sketched a few lines in the air.

The writing then faded away.

See this scene.

Ling Tianzi, standing to one side, gave Mo Shan a deep look.

"Brother Mo, shouldn't you keep this a secret? That might cause some trouble for my nephew."

He clearly saw the message transmitted by Mo Shan, and spread the news that Mo Ming had obtained the Golden-Winged Roc.

Such a move will inevitably push Mo Ming into the eye of the storm.

"Blocking information? There's absolutely no need. If he doesn't even have that much ability, he can only blame his bad luck!"

Mo Shan remained calm.

Ling Tianzi's eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing.

Offspring are the continuation of bloodlines, and the reason they are valued so much is to ensure that the elderly have support in their old age.

But this was not so important to those who had already attained immortality.

As for offspring, you can have as many as you want.

Therefore, they are generally quite casual about how they treat their offspring.

It is actually quite rare for someone like Mo Shan to have so many children.

Even so, the treatment of offspring is generally carried out in the form of raising poisonous insects.

Aside from a few exceptionally favored offspring, only those demonstrating sufficiently strong aptitude are worthy of their attention.

Such behavior is normal, after all, only those who can withstand the test are qualified.

You can't go far by relying on luck alone.

However, the other party's actions were clearly also mixed with personal motives.

This time, barring any unforeseen circumstances, everything the other party has done will likely benefit someone else.

"Let's continue!"

Mo Shan picked up a black chess piece with his hand and placed it on the chessboard.

……

Over time.

The news that Hu Qi had obtained the essence blood of the Golden-Winged Roc was like a boulder falling into a deep pool, stirring up a thousand waves.

It quickly spread throughout Lingyu Mountain.

The essence and blood of the Golden-Winged Roc are of astonishing value.

It should be known that a fully grown Golden-Winged Roc is a terrifying existence comparable to the third realm of the Dao Lord, the Jade Realm.

Once refined, it will greatly benefit one's cultivation path.

For the Mohists, this item held even greater significance.

They inherently possess a trace of the power of the Golden-Winged Roc within their bloodline. If they could obtain this essence blood, they could refine it without any hindrance, and even use it to lay the supreme foundation for reaching the Dao Lord realm.

However, no matter how many thoughts one has, at this moment they can only turn into dejection.

After all, the essence blood had already been consumed by the other party, and moreover, the other party was inside the Spirit Prison Mountain.

No matter how many schemes you devise, they will be difficult to implement as long as the other party does not leave Lingyu Mountain.

Furthermore, taking action rashly might offend the Grand Elder.

but.

The essence and blood of the Golden-Winged Roc have extremely significant effects, even though it is known that obtaining them is very difficult.

But some people did not give up, especially some geniuses from the Mohist school.

As a descendant of Mo Shan, after figuring out the source of the information...

I instantly understood what Mo Shan's father was thinking.

The other party's approach is clearly to remain on the sidelines.

I won't interfere.

Of course, this non-interference behavior was limited to the Mohists.

It doesn't matter which offspring receives it, it's all the same to Mo Shan.

If it were any other outsider, Mo Shan would absolutely not sit idly by.

Therefore, it can be said that only the Mohists dared to harbor such thoughts.

...

The lake surface shimmered and was as calm as a mirror.

A figure in black sat quietly on the water.

The man was handsome and bore a resemblance to Mo Shan, also sporting long, flowing golden hair.

Strangely, the underwater reflection revealed a completely different appearance.

With an eagle's head and a human body, covered in golden feathers and dressed in black, he resembled a demon god descending to earth.

Just then, a streak of light swept across the sky and landed steadily on the shore.

The newcomer was dressed in extraordinary attire, with a token hanging from his waist.

He was clearly an inner disciple whose strength had reached the Apostle level.

What's even more striking is that he also has a pair of pale gold eyes.

"What's the matter?"

The young man, sitting cross-legged, did not speak, yet his voice clearly reached the disciple's ears.

"Tenth Brother! There's incredibly good news..."

The visitor lowered his voice and recounted the information he had just received in detail.

Hear the words.

The young man's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

He revealed a pair of sharp, knife-like golden vertical pupils, and ripples spread across the calm lake beneath him, slightly distorting his reflection. Clearly, this news had greatly unsettled him.

"Are you telling the truth?!"

The disciple saw those pale golden eyes looking at him indifferently.

The person who entered froze.

He felt as if he were being stared at by a living, pure-blooded golden-winged roc, as if his soul was locked by its aura, and it seemed that if he was not careful, he would die.

Although they are both descendants of the Mo clan, the difference between them is like heaven and earth.

His heart trembled violently.

I recall the legend of this tenth brother.

Mo Xuan is the absolute number one among the younger generation of thousands of brothers and sisters.

At birth, the Primordial Golden Roc True Seal was imprinted on his skin, and he inherited half of its true blood, making him incredibly powerful and unmatched among his peers.

His strength has reached the pinnacle of true godhood.

Therefore, it is also known as the 'Little Golden Roc King'.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head even further and replied respectfully, "It is absolutely true. This matter has already spread throughout Lingyu Mountain."

Mo Xuan remained silent for a moment.

He raised his hand, and a token landed in front of the other party.

"Very good, you've done a great job! Take my token and go collect a Dao True Pill!"

Dao Zhen Dan is extremely beneficial to Apostle-level cultivators, as it can accelerate their comprehension of immortal divinity.

However, even within Spirit Prison Mountain, this kind of pill is extremely precious, requiring a million prison points to obtain just one.

"Thank you, Tenth Brother!"

The man's face lit up with ecstasy.

Ignoring the other party, Mo Xuan looked at the water, a strange light appearing in his eyes.

For the past few days, his cultivation has been stuck at the peak of the True God Realm, unable to make any further progress.

This news is like a godsend for him.

If he could obtain the essence blood of the Golden-Winged Roc and refine it, his own bloodline would surely be purified once again.

Surely you can break through the barriers and advance to the Dao Lord level.

He could even compete for the position of Dao Child of the Northern Heaven Domain, if he only had a sliver of a chance before.

If one obtains this essence blood, one can definitely overpower all the geniuses in the entire Northern Heaven Domain.

“Go tell Mo Ming to hand over the essence blood! This is not something he can possess.”

He can name his price! Besides, I can owe him a favor!

After thinking for a moment, Mo Xuan said in a deep voice.

He absolutely had to get his hands on this.

If his younger brother is sensible, then so be it; otherwise, he wouldn't mind resorting to other brutal methods.

As for whether the Golden-Winged Roc's essence blood has been refined.

He wasn't worried about that.

As the essence and blood of the Dao Lord level.

It would be a pipe dream for Mo Xiang, who is not even a true god, to refine it.

"Yes!"

The visitor bowed respectfully and then quickly left.

If these words came from someone else, they would inevitably seem arrogant.

The person who spoke was no ordinary person, but Mo Xuan.

The peerless genius who stands at the pinnacle of the younger generation is no less than that of the Holy Son.

The favors promised by such a being will not diminish with time, but will become more precious as his strength increases.

Unlike ordinary cultivators, for someone like Mo Xuan, advancing to the Dao Lord level is not an unattainable goal.

The value of a favor from a future Dao Lord is self-evident.

……

At the same time.

Inside a magnificent palace, a chaotic aura permeated the air.

A figure in white sat cross-legged on the platform in the void, shrouded in a hazy Daoist aura, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

Only in the blink of an eye, one could see images of the sun and moon revolving and stars collapsing.

This person was none other than Zhang Chen, the Holy Son of Lingyu Mountain.

The number one among the younger generation of Lingyu Mountain.

At this moment, a figure was kneeling respectfully below the main hall.

"Is there such a thing?"

A calm voice rang out, yet it sounded like the grand pronouncements of the Dao, echoing throughout the palace.

Zhang Chen's gaze fell.

There was a pause.

He then said.

"Go tell Mo Ming."

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

“This holy son can help him, but the price is half of the Golden-Winged Roc’s essence blood.”

Others will be wary and cautious of Mo Xuan, and of Mo Shan behind him.

But as the Holy Son, he didn't need to worry about that at all.

He does.

Part of the reason was to refine it, to see if he could use the essence blood of the Golden-Winged Roc as a breakthrough point to completely step into the Dao Lord realm.

Another, larger reason.

This was to stop Mo Xuan, based on their strength.

He was slightly better than his opponent, but in a real fight, it would be very difficult for him to defeat him.

If the opponent is allowed to obtain all of the Golden-Winged Roc's essence blood, the balance will definitely be broken and he will surpass him.

The other party might even advance to Dao Lord before him, which is not what he wants to see.

He wasn't worried about whether Mo Ming would agree to the request.

Given the current situation, only he can help him.

Based on his understanding of Mo Xuan, he knew that the other party would definitely strip him of all his essence and blood.

In comparison, any normal person would know which option to choose.

……

However, the schemes of all parties were destined to be in vain.

Hu Qi had already entered the secluded cultivation area of ​​Lingyu Mountain.

This place is a world unto itself, isolated from all laws, making it impossible to transmit messages.

As for forcibly breaking in? That's wishful thinking.

This is a secluded cultivation ground of the sect, protected by array formations, so naturally such actions are not permitted.

Seeing this, those outsiders could only suppress their restlessness and wait for the time being.

Many people believe that Hu Qi is merely cowardly and trying to avoid the limelight.

However, this is not a bad idea.

However, one cannot remain in seclusion indefinitely, as the seclusion place consumes a huge amount of prison points.

However, everyone was wrong.

Just three months later.

A shocking change suddenly occurred at the secluded training ground of the Spirit Prison Sect!

A dazzling golden light, like a divine sword at the beginning of creation, soared into the sky and instantly pierced through the vast sea of ​​clouds!
Above the sky, the patterns of the Great Dao spread out like ripples.

The next moment, spiritual flowers descended from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and the chanting of sutras by gods and demons echoed in the void.

A boundless spirituality transformed into a tide, sweeping in.

In that instant, everyone, from the lowest-ranking servant disciples to the powerful Dao Lord elders, was alarmed and turned their gazes toward the source of the strange phenomenon.

"Someone...someone is attempting to become a true god?! No, this is a sign that they have already condensed immortal divinity!"

"Judging from the location, this is a secluded cultivation place! I wonder which senior brother it is!"

"Wait, could it be Mo Ming?!"

……

The disciples discussed among themselves, and one by one they transformed into streaks of light and rushed over.

A True God Realm cultivator could be considered a core disciple even within the Spirit Prison Mountain.

Their status is incomparable to that of ordinary people.

Of course, some people seemed to have thought of something.

I just wanted to come and see what was going on.

After all, almost everyone in Lingyu Mountain knew that Mo Ming had obtained the essence blood of the Golden-Winged Roc.

at this time.

The original secluded retreat site was now sealed off by a stone gate that slowly opened.

The dense white mist, formed from spiritual energy, dissipated, revealing a figure before everyone's eyes.

(End of this chapter)