The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 152 Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is here to stand

The noise was so loud that it shook the heavens and the earth; the sound pierced the clouds and split the rocks.

Due to the limitation of their cultivation, the spiritual perception of Taoists like Xuanxu was limited in range, and they did not know the specific situation of the county city. However, they could see and hear the blazing light and the earth-shaking roar even though they were hundreds of miles away.

"What a disaster!"

"It really happened that the house was leaking and it rained all night."

Although they didn't know what had happened in the county city, the fact that such a commotion had occurred at this critical juncture made the Taoists think it was a disaster rather than a blessing. Perhaps the appearance of all the monsters was somehow related to the affairs of the county city, and they wanted to cooperate from inside and outside to capture Fengyang County.

The more this happens, the more we must not panic, the more we must hold the defense line and keep the enemy out. No matter what, we must not let the demons out of the mountain, even if we are torn to pieces or our brains are shattered. Otherwise, there will be devastating losses and countless casualties.

Xuanxu shouted solemnly, "All disciples, listen to my orders. The safety of millions of people is on our shoulders. We must guard the formation well. We would rather die than let a single demon pass through Floating Cloud Mountain. We must not give them any chance to take advantage of us."

His fearless aura became even stronger, and he stared at the big monster that broke into the formation with a cold look and murderous intent.

"I will follow the orders of the headmaster (senior brother)."

The other Taoists said in unison.

At this moment, the hearts of the two generations of Taoists in Qiuzhen Temple were more united than ever before. They all worked towards one direction, united as one, to slay demons and protect the people. A generous and tragic atmosphere filled the air.

The Bagua Four Symbols Formation was running wildly, the eight gates were solid, the four symbols were roaring, and they coordinated with each other, both offensively and defensively. With the concerted efforts of all the Taoists, it burst out with the power to slay demons and monsters, revealing the power to destroy the world.

Some big monsters were entangled and swallowed by the dragon, some big monsters were pecked and burned by the Vermilion Bird, the Black Turtle Seal was as big as a mountain, it fell down with a loud bang, and the monsters turned into mud; the White Tiger Order stirred up a tornado, which spun at a high speed and strangled the monsters.

The battle was brutal, with many casualties among the monster tribe. The Taoist priests of Qiuzhen Temple were not unharmed either. Some disciples were blown away by the aftermath of the collision, fell to the ground, spitting blood, and lost their combat effectiveness; some disciples suffered backlash, bleeding from their mouths and noses, but still gritted their teeth and persisted; some disciples had their internal organs shattered in the impact, and died tragically in battle.

The blood of demons mixed with human blood, there was a bloody storm, limbs were scattered all over the place, corpses piled up like mountains, blood dyed the mountains and rivers red, and the sound of killing shook the clouds.

Humans and monsters fought desperately, and they were mad with bloodshot eyes.

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The main vein of Canglong Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, forming the boundary of four counties. It has twelve branches, three in each county. In addition to Fuyun Mountain, Fengyang County also has Cuiping Mountain and Qingya Mountain.

Today, all three branches are infested with demons and monsters.

On Cuiping Mountain, the negative energy obscured the sun, the forest was covered with white frost, the wind was howling, ghosts were crying, and wolves were howling. Countless ghost soldiers wearing armor and holding spears passed through the forest. Under the leadership of the Qi-training Yin Shuai, they fought fiercely with the Taoist priests of the Xuri Sect and fought hard.

After receiving the message from the True Lord, all the Taoists of the Rising Sun Sect traveled day and night to rush here, formed a defense line, blocked the Yin soldiers from passing through, and refused to allow them to leave the mountain.

True Lord Chaoguang faced off against the Lord of the Underworld. The two great spiritual cultivators competed with each other in their great Dao realms. Their Dao realms collided, the laws were disordered, the principles were erased, the spiritual ideas were turbulent, and the sky was divided into two. One half was filled with yin energy and as black as ink, and the other half was a huge sun hanging in the sky with a red glow like blood.

They attacked ruthlessly and brutally, their magical powers and treasures clashed with each other. True Lord Chaoguang sacrificed a red wheel, and the Lord of the Underworld shook the bone bell. The heavy deathly aura and the vigorous vitality kept colliding, like water boiling in a frying pan. Both wanted to overwhelm the other, tit for tat, water and fire were incompatible, and yin and yang were in conflict.

The battle was in full swing when Master Chaoguang's face turned pale in an instant. He could not help but look towards the direction of the county town. His eyes penetrated thousands of miles away and fell on the county town. He saw that the city defense formation was activated. The wind was howling, the gale was biting, and the wind was roaring. The whole city became a wind hole, and no one could enter or exit. Even his spiritual sense was blocked outside, making it difficult to see the situation.

But even if you can't see it, just by looking at the city defense formation that hasn't been opened for a thousand years, and the shouts, scolding, questioning, fighting, crying, and panicked fleeing coming from the formation, you can guess that the situation is not good.

Lord Chaoguang was anxious but powerless. Cuiping Mountain could not afford to lose. His mind was a little dazed, and the Lord of the Underworld took the opportunity to attack him. Thousands of ghosts wailed, and a dark vortex appeared under Lord Chaoguang's feet, spinning and expanding. It was bottomless, with yin energy gushing out and it was freezing cold, like a ferocious beast opening its bloody mouth and ready to devour its prey.

This is the whirlpool of the Netherworld, and also a crack in the Netherworld, connecting to the blood river of the underworld. The Lord of the Underworld can settle in the Yellow Springs and easily travel between the two worlds of Yin and Yang because he mastered this crack by chance.

There is a difference between life and death, between humans and ghosts, and the rules of yin and yang are difficult to cross. The netherworld is the world of the dead. Living creatures that enter without permission will either be corroded by the dead air, eaten by ghosts, or assimilated by the laws of the underworld. Even though Chao Guang Zhenjun is a great cultivator, if she is sucked into the underworld by the vortex, her body will be damaged. In addition, the underworld is the home of the Lord of the Underworld, and she is like a fish in water. With one increase and one decrease, Chao Guang Zhenjun is likely to suffer a great loss.

At the critical moment, True Lord Chao Guang raised his hand and offered a talisman, throwing it into the vortex of the Netherworld. A powerful force forcibly sealed the gap. This force made the Lord of the Underworld scalp numb, and also allowed True Lord Chao Guang to escape.

After surviving the catastrophe, the Sunrise Sect master narrowed his eyes and looked at the Lord of the Underworld, who had a look of pity and a smug smile on his face. He suddenly realized:

"What a good trick! It seems that you have other helpers, and you deliberately delayed me and Daoist Xianyue here, making it impossible for us to help the county city in time."

The Lord of the Underworld smiled like a flower: "Unfortunately, it is too late to understand now. The blue sky must die and the yellow sky must stand. This strong wind will blow from Fengyang County, sweeping across Daxuan and encompassing the universe. From now on, the sun and the moon will change into a new sky."

Lord Chaoguang snorted coldly and did not argue. A huge sun rose slowly above his head, emitting infinite light. He killed the Lord of the Underworld with all his might, hoping to end the battle quickly and support the county city.

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Qingya Mountain.

Shuiyue audience Kundao fights with demons.

The mountains and forests turned into the sea, and a bright moon rose over the sea. There were hundreds of moons of different sizes.

Every bright moon represents a Kun Taoist. They walk on the moon, wear moonlight gauze on their bodies, wear laurel crowns on their heads, hold water moon rings in their hands, and cooperate with the water moon formation diagram under their feet to activate the water moon formation. The tide reaches the sea level, the bright moon rises with the tide, and the waves are surging, carrying the majestic Taiyin energy, freezing the mountains and freezing the void.

Some demons were frozen into lumps of ice, some were reduced to ice chips, and there was also a big demon that rushed into the formation, smashed the bright moon, and swallowed up Kun Dao, only to be submerged by the raging waves, eroded by the tide, and its flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only piles of bones.

High in the sky, True Lord Xianyue unfolded the Water Moon Dao Domain and sacrificed the magic weapon left by the ancestors. A silver plate rose from the vast ocean and hovered behind her. The thousand-foot-high silver plate shone brightly and clear for a thousand miles: the rosy silver plate came from the bottom of the sea, and its white light shone for a thousand miles.

A golden abacus fell onto a thousand-foot-high silver plate. The golden light and the silver glow rose and fell, competing with each other. There was also a chill on the golden abacus. This was another kind of Taiyin power. If the way of Lord Xianyue was as still as a mountain, the way of the Lord of the Golden Abacus was as unpredictable as movement.

The golden abacus flew back temporarily and landed in the hands of a young man with a mole. He was the one from the Taiping Sect, but compared with the past, he was dressed in brocade clothes, had a handsome face, and had dense pimples on his forehead. His aura was not weaker than that of Master Xianyue, and his demonic aura was like a tide. He was obviously a demon king.

Sensing the changes in the county city, Master Xian Yue reacted very quickly and saw through the plot. He said, "Lure the tiger away from the mountain, make a feint to the east and attack in the west! It seems that you have big plans, but good cannot prevail over evil. No matter what you are planning, you will fail in the end."

The young man with the mole said, "What is right? What is wrong? The victors are kings and the losers are bandits. History is always written by the victors. There is no absolute black and white, good and evil."

Changing the subject, he advised: "Emperor Taixuan is mediocre and incompetent, and now he is old and confused. My Taiping Sect follows the will of heaven and the will of the people. We have been protecting the people since the Great Sheng Dynasty. Now we want to restore order and re-create the glory of the Great Sheng Dynasty. If you are willing to abandon darkness and join the light, join my Taiping Sect, and establish the Dao Kingdom, when you succeed, I will let you enjoy the fortune of the country and the prosperity of the Dao."

“It turns out to be the remnants of the Taiping Rebellion!”

Zhenjun Xianyue sneered, raised his white hand, and smashed a plate over. His manners were elegant, his movements were rough, and his attacks were sharp. He was as quiet as the bright moon and as fast as a mad rabbit.

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The city of Fengyang County was noisy and the people were in chaos. Some took shelter in nearby buildings and closed their doors; some took the opportunity to commit crimes, burning, killing and looting; some were pushed to the ground, trampled and injured. The shops were in disarray and the stalls were in mess. There was no trace of the prosperity and order of the past.

The gates of Tiandiyuan, Pantheon, Guangfasi, Qiankunlou and other places were wide open, and many cultivators rushed out, either to maintain order and send the people to shelters, or to rush to the battlefield to fight with the Taiping believers or the forces that defected to the Taiping Cult who emerged from every corner.

Spells shuttled, magical powers collided, magical weapons and spiritual weapons flew together, and practitioners from hundreds of schools used their unique skills one after another. The streets were filled with blood, roofs were shattered, buildings collapsed, and the ground cracked.

In an ordinary house in the South City District, a woman with a thorny hairpin stopped weaving, stood up, and was enveloped by pink smoke.

(End of this chapter)