Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 352 Subduing the Witchcraft and Elevating the Gods!
A crimson hue appeared at the edge of the sky.

While Duncan and his companions were fighting the Ink Dragon, several people were sitting cross-legged on a reef along the coast.

"master."

"Is that evil dragon really lurking nearby?"

The speaker was a young Taoist priest, dressed in a somewhat incongruous manner. His attire did not resemble that of a traditional Taoist priest; some of his clothing resembled that of a shaman from the Minyue region. He was clearly a disciple of a shamanistic sect, a branch of shamanism that evolved after the fusion of shamanism and Taoism.

At the very front stood a middle-aged man with a long, flowing beard, sharp eyes, deep nasolabial folds, and a murderous aura that surpassed all other branches of Taoism in the Central Plains.

"That evil dragon hides in the deep abyss of the sea."

“Huai’er”.

"If I am unable to return safely after this exorcism, you must immediately return to the mountain and seal the gate. Ask the ancestral master to open the altar and seal the mountain. You must not leave the mountain again for ten years."

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to have a death wish in his eyes. He held an ancient painting in his arms, and behind him were many magical artifacts, which were quite different from those of other Taoist sects. There was even a battle halberd that could be seen. Few Taoist sects in the entire world would bring out such a thing.

His disciples behind him carried many magical implements, such as dragon horns, bells and knives, command flags, golden bells, golden whips, swords, court tablets, horsewhips, flying arrows, thunder tokens, rulers, celestial rulers, hand warmers, water bowls, and ghost-binding staffs.

The lineage of witchcraft.

After the fusion of witchcraft and Taoism, it was the product of the second evolution, which was also a branch of Taoism, but it preserved the complete tradition of witchcraft.

This lineage mostly only kills and never saves!

Among the branches of Taoism, it is the most murderous, with five battalions of soldiers. It is even more murderous than the Maoshan Sect. It still retains the inheritance of witchcraft and ghost ways, and has a trace of the fierce and ruthless evolution of ancient times. Climbing mountains of knives and walking through seas of fire are its representative unique rituals.

The orthodox lineage of Minyue witchcraft is the Lushan religion.

Upon hearing this, the disciples on the left and right showed sorrow, but then their eyes hardened, and they respectfully knelt down to receive their master's decree.

Their master had made up his mind to fight that evil dragon, and they had no choice but to obey.

These disciples set up a ritual altar by the sea.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a shaman's robe and holding a golden whip, was preparing to perform a ritual when suddenly his expression changed. Gazing at the crimson hue on the horizon, he seemed to sense a strange phenomenon and exclaimed in great alarm, "Who is this master battling that evil dragon?!"

He intended to perform a ritual to lure the evil dragon over, but unexpectedly, the sea surface in the distance trembled, as if a powerful being was fighting the evil dragon.

"Quickly fetch the ancestral master's magical artifacts!"

"I must lend that master a helping hand!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest chanted incantations. The altar was not conspicuous; he simply stood barefoot on a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire. This was a ritual of the shamanistic religion, but the incantation he chanted was a Taoist incantation to summon gods and soldiers. As the smoke from the altar turned into a gust of wind, many invisible phantoms appeared before the group in an instant. They looked like soldiers from the underworld, wielding numerous weapons and wearing armor. There were also two burly generals in front holding long swords and shields.

These are soldiers privately raised by the Lushan Sect, each one personally captured by the patriarchs of each generation.

They can also summon soldiers from the underworld, heavenly soldiers and generals worshipped by the Taoist sects, but these are not soldiers they raise themselves. They are of little use to these soldiers because they will not fight to the death.

When faced with a real tough battle, the disciples of the Lushan Sect only believed in the soldiers they had captured, or the five battalions of soldiers passed down from their masters.

"Lord of Lushan commands: Heavenly soldiers, descend swiftly!"
The Three Pure Ones' imperial edict arrives, and the Six Jia (a type of celestial being) obeys the command.

On the left, a general in golden armor stands; on the right, a cavalry unit stands in formation.

The vanguard is a demon that clears the way, while the rear guard is a spirit that captures souls.

"The divine soldiers act with utmost urgency!"

A gust of wind blew.

At this moment, a group of soldiers appeared on the sea. The general in the lead was wearing golden armor, a ghost mask, and holding a large halberd. He glanced at the middle-aged Taoist in front of him, then turned to look at the distant sea. As if he had seen something, a look of awe appeared on his face.

The hundreds of soldiers summoned by the gods stood motionless, and none of the generals on either side dared to approach.

wrong!

Even if that evil dragon were ferocious, it wouldn't be enough to frighten ghosts and gods into not daring to approach.

The middle-aged Taoist looked astonished, spitting out a wisp of blood from the tip of his tongue. He exchanged a few words with the soldiers he had summoned, but only received a vague reply.

—I dare not offend Your Excellency.

what's the situation?
boom.

At that moment, a loud bang came from the horizon, like a tsunami. The middle-aged Taoist could even see the faint shadow of a dragon emerging. It was the evil dragon that had been born. It stirred up the wind and rain and stirred up huge waves. The aftershocks could be felt even dozens of miles away.

Seeing that the soldiers dared not move rashly, the middle-aged Taoist priest, in desperation, took out the ancient painting from his waist, unfolded it, and the magical artifact rose up in the wind.

Above, however, is a majestic Taoist priest, wielding a sharp sword, slaying a dragon, while below, in the river, lies the dragon's corpse.

—Xu Xun Slaying the Dragon.

Ten thousand ren.

Up!
When Lu Shanjun listened to supernatural tales in the teahouse, one of them was a folk version of the story of Xu Xun slaying the dragon.

Wanren was the weapon of Celestial Master Xu Xun. Although it was not the original in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist, it had been refined to have some of its power.

The Lushan sect reveres Xu Xun, the True Lord of the Western Jin Dynasty, as its patriarch, and worships Lady Linshui, Lushan Jiulang, and others. Their lineage of magical rituals is extremely domineering, and is a form of weaponry. Some of these Taoist magic spells are actually inherited from Xu Xun, and are not ordinary spells for exorcising demons, but rather spells prepared to deal with powerful demons.

For example, slaying a dragon.

Since they worship Xu Xun as their patriarch, they must have received some of the true teachings of his most skilled technique of slaying dragons and water monsters to dare to say such a thing.

call out!
A beam of sword light shot out from the sky.

The middle-aged Taoist priest unleashed all his magical power, stirring up a whirlwind on the altar. The sword light, reaching ten thousand feet, was extremely sharp, even the scales of a dragon could not withstand it.

This time, I slew the evil dragon in accordance with the example of my ancestor, and I have no regrets even if I die.

The middle-aged Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and the sword light seemed to accelerate instantly, flying out straight for the shadow of the evil dragon on the horizon.

at the same time.

Duncan's spirit left his body and crushed the extraterrestrial demon in his hand.

He looked down at the black dragon kneeling on the sea, his brows furrowed as if he were thinking about something. Suddenly, Duncan's expression changed, and a sharp and domineering sword light came from the sea, even breaking through the seawater to form two aftershocks. The sword light went straight for the black dragon's head.

"Your Majesty, save me!"

In an instant, the black dragon had a flash of inspiration and began to speak human language.

It had just fought Lu Shanjun and Fu Jianhan and was badly injured. Then it was beaten up by Duncan and was seriously injured. When the extraterrestrial demon appeared and tried to possess it, it was already powerless to fight back. Now, a magical sword light suddenly attacked it. This was probably going to kill it.

The code matched.

Duncan's figure appeared instantly.

Big clumsy hands!
He struck out with his palm, creating a giant wave tens of meters high on the sea surface. The sword light that was flying through the air was immediately blocked. Then, a terrifying suction force erupted, even forming a small whirlpool in the surging seawater. The sword light magic weapon was already running out of power.

Duncan's figure strode across the waves, his two fleshy palms turning golden and iron-colored. With a clang, sparks flew as he directly grabbed the flying magical artifact.

Are there any other experts nearby?

Duncan's figure treaded on the air as if there were an invisible wall of air. He glanced down at the black dragon kneeling on the sea surface and said indifferently, "Come with me."

After saying that, his figure flew out horizontally, with a surge of energy behind him, as if he were dancing in the air.

Lu Shanjun and Fu Jianhan exchanged a glance and followed. However, Fu Jianhan followed behind, holding Lu Zu's sword and keeping a close eye on the black dragon in front of him. If it made the slightest move, he would cut off its head.

boom!
Duncan's figure accelerated twice in the sky, and the airflow gushing from his Yongquan acupoint was like a turbocharger, and his true energy shook away the aftershocks of the cyclone in the sky.

On a cliff by the sea.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned by the strange phenomenon in the distance. As for the troops he had summoned, they had already quietly slipped away before Duncan arrived.

Land fairy?

The middle-aged Taoist priest had already prepared his second spell. He summoned the avatar of his ancestor, a valiant female phantom with arched eyebrows, murderous eyes, and a divine weapon in her hand. She was about to engage the evil dragon in battle when she saw the Taoist figure soaring through the sky.

The ancestral dharma body summoned by the middle-aged Taoist suddenly changed, from a hazy phantom to something that seemed clearly visible, with even the eyebrows and eyes clearly discernible.

"His Majesty."

Amidst the shocked gazes of the middle-aged Taoist priest and the other disciples of the Lushan Sect, the illusory figure of Lady Linshui gracefully bowed to the young man standing quietly in the sky.

——Lady Linshui (Witchcraft God) (Birth) (Women and Children) (Incarnation) (Six-star Silver Gray)

Duncan frowned and glanced at the sorcerers.

When his gaze fell upon the incarnation of the Yin God, his expression became solemn. He slowly descended from mid-air and said in a gentle voice, "No need for formalities."

"But it's Mrs. Tzu Chi."

He had some impression of these sorcerers; they seemed to be a branch of sorcery from the Minyue region.

The goddess's illusory figure said with awe, "It is indeed I."

Human emperors can't control her.

But the one before us is different; he has the power to bestow titles upon ghosts and gods.

In the Minyue region, she wasn't the only folk goddess; the position of the Sea Goddess was elevated to that status by the person before her. Chen Jinggu.

One of the founders of the Lushan sect.

She lived during the Tang Dynasty, nearly a century ago. After her death, she was deified by the shamanistic religion and given the title of "Lady". Later generations called her the Holy Mother of Shuntian. She was a local deity who protected women and children. People in the sect were good at handling difficult childbirth and also did some fighting to exorcise demons, but her main divine duty was still to protect mothers and infants.

This was one of the deities that Duncan intended to elevate in status.

The sea was turbulent.

The head of a ferocious dragon emerged from the sea. Upon seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest and his disciples instantly became tense and extremely vigilant.

As if sensing something, Duncan landed lightly, his toes landing on the black dragon's forehead.

Mo Jiao dared not make any rash moves.

It floated obediently on the sea, letting Duncan stand on its head.

Has this evil dragon been subdued?
Seeing the astonishing scene before him, the middle-aged Taoist priest was terrified and, sensing something, quickly bowed down, saying, "Your Majesty."

Although I don't know which emperor it is, I'll pay my respects first.

Duncan nodded slightly and looked away. Behind him, a sword light pierced the air, followed by a burly figure riding the waves. It was Lu Shanjun and Fu Jianhan.

The black dragon was very docile at this moment.

Duncan's gaze fell on the gentle and compassionate female deity's phantom image. Her appearance had changed, transforming from a heroic face that subdued demons into a loving face that protected women and children. Duncan nodded slightly and said with admiration, "In the Minyue region, there is a deity surnamed Chen, originally from Fenyang. She was born as a female sorceress and was worshipped after her death."

Pregnant women should pray to it, for its divine power is especially effective.

We are grateful for their contributions.

She was granted the title of Consort Linghui Yide.

"This is to report to Heaven."

Duncan reached out and grabbed towards the southern border. In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a stream of primordial energy flew in, as if he had taken away an invisible destiny. The Central Plains were in chaos and lacked destiny, so Duncan took the destiny of the two Guang provinces and the southern border. In the name of Heaven, he conferred the title of Lady Linshui on the woman before him, directly elevating her from the rank of Lady to the rank of Consort.

Who is this person?!
The middle-aged Taoist priest looked terrified and knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

A wisp of imperial destiny flowed into his body.

The female deity's phantom also seemed to have changed, her status as a true god becoming more and more stable, the aura of folk belief gradually dissipating, and a wisp of divine authority condensing into concepts such as women and children, childbirth, and pregnancy protection.

Duncan's current formal investiture is tantamount to incorporating her faith into the official national sacrificial system.

This is the proper position of a true god.

The key to Duncan's personal investiture was not the dynasty's sacrificial system, but rather that even Heaven recognized it.

As long as God approves.

Then the Taoist sect's consent is not needed; if she is called a righteous god, then she is a righteous god of heaven and earth.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The phantom of the deity before them slowly bowed down once more.

Compared to those ancient deities, this one has a bit more humanity, because she was a figure from the time of Emperor Aizong of Tang. She was a folk apprentice deity who became a deity after her death and was enshrined there. She was not subject to the cycle of reincarnation. Now, having been conferred a title by Duncan, she has become one of the true gods of heaven and earth and can enjoy state sacrifices in the future.

"Fujian is full of demons and ghosts."

"You should all strive to do so."

Duncan nodded calmly, glanced at the hazy phantom of the goddess, and with a light tap of his toes, the black dragon understood and carried him on the waves of the sea, heading towards the southern border.

It wasn't until long after he left that the middle-aged Taoist slowly raised his head, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

At this time.

The phantom of the goddess seemed to say something to him.

The middle-aged Taoist priest quickly became solemn and respectfully bowed, saying, "I will obey the ancestral master's decree!"

On this day, the Lushan Sect emerged to subdue the demon.

Duncan's last words before leaving can be translated as: "In the mountains of Fujian and Minyue, there are still many monsters and ghosts. Now that you have been officially recognized as the legitimate rulers of the court, it is time for the disciples of the sorcery sect to come out and clean up the mess."

Throughout history, dynasties have mostly revered Taoism and suppressed witchcraft, but Duncan didn't care about such things; he only cared about people who could get things done.

Whether it's witchcraft or ghost magic, it's fine as long as it works.

Since he has conferred the title of Lady Linshui upon her as a concubine, the Lushan Sect will naturally have to step up and do the work. As long as they do the work well, they can be promoted step by step until they are directly promoted to the rank of Holy Mother Shuntian.

These folk deities were gradually bestowed upon the Central Plains by successive dynasties.

But given Duncan's status, he doesn't need to slowly bestow titles over a thousand years. As long as the other party's achievements are sufficient, Duncan can act on behalf of Heaven to grant the reward.

If all else fails, one could learn Buddhism, attain a high position first, and then make up for lost merits later.

Since we're going to change the world, then we'll have to change the gods too.

If you can do it, then do it.

If you can't do it, there are plenty of people who want to.

At that moment, Duncan had a sudden inspiration and secretly calculated with his fingers. He actually glimpsed a glimpse of the future. As he raised the power limit of the entire world, this world would also change towards the direction of the immortal realm. If the spiritual energy of heaven and earth were to recover, there would be more mountain spirits and ghosts in the future.

Some spirits and monsters, once they gain power, must be restrained. Similarly, the likes of ghosts and monsters in the human world need to be enshrined in gods to keep them in check.

Take it one step at a time.

Duncan glanced down at the black dragon at his feet, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Have you ever been overseas?"

The black dragon spoke in human language: "Never."

Duncan nodded and said calmly, "I have something to entrust to you."

"If it can be accomplished."

"Not only will it wash away all your sins, but it will also grant you the throne of the Dragon King."

Upon hearing this, Mo Jiao trembled with excitement.

It still didn't recognize Duncan from Dangshan back then, but seeing Duncan elevate it to the status of a god with a single word, it knew that it had knelt down to the right person today and had latched onto a real golden thigh.

Mo Jiao respectfully said, "Please give your orders, Your Majesty."

Duncan reached out and gestured towards the sea, drawing up the water and transforming it into a map-like shape, even revealing the outline of a kangaroo in the water. He calmly said, "I command you to travel the four seas, survey the maritime borders, and complete the mapping of the South China Sea."

"We've found this place."

Duncan pointed, and the kangaroo formed from the water actually jumped up. He said calmly, "After finding this continent, I will remember your great contribution."

"For thousands of generations to come, the Chinese people will remember his contributions."

"Your incense offerings are indispensable."

Duncan waved his hand, and the water pattern changed again, even showing maps of South America and North America. Whether this world is the origin of evolution or not, and what the situation is, is still unknown, but there is no one more suitable for exploring overseas than the Ink Dragon.

Even if it encounters a powerful demon from overseas, it can escape if it can't defeat it and cross the ocean; it's the only one suitable for that.

"If you succeed."

Duncan gazed into the distance and calmly said, "I hereby appoint you as the Dragon King of the South Sea."

Mo Jiao trembled with excitement.

At this moment, as if Heaven and Earth were responding, as Duncan's words fell, the karmic burdens on the Mo Jiao gradually dissipated. Heaven temporarily pardoned its sins, removed the demonic energy from its evil dragon form, and restored it to seven or eight tenths of its original appearance as the Mo Jiao.

God accepts what Duncan said.

Although the Mo Jiao has not yet fully transformed, it has already obtained the title of "Dragon Envoy Patrolling the Four Seas" and, in its dragon form, measures the seas and regions of the world.

The world is so big.

Instead of thinking about accumulating merit for the benefit of future generations, they are always fighting in the Central Plains and stealing from each other. What's the point?

What's the point of setting up a killing trap in the Central Plains?

Duncan's vision had long since transcended the Central Plains. Even if he were to enter the game himself in the future, there would be an even larger net beyond this inescapable trap—that was the grand chess game he had laid out for the world.

If the black dragon obeys, then it can be used.

Duncan took full responsibility for the sins he committed, and his merits and demerits will be judged by posterity. He did not need to give anyone an explanation.

This is a tough job, but if you do it well, you'll be richly rewarded.

The black dragon rode the wind and waves, heading south.

At some point, it began to develop horns and other distinguishing features, giving it a hint of dragon-like appearance.
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(End of this chapter)