Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 464 All Yang
West Sea, Zhongyang Prefecture.

This place is located in Yuyangzhou, south of the West Sea, almost across the entire ocean from the Twelve Garlands of Shendu.

If you travel west, you will reach the outer sea, where you can see the fiery rocks, the phoenixes and unicorns surrounded by the Weak Water, and the most prosperous cave for immortals.

The island is bathed in the bright sunlight, with long days and short nights. Many towering peaks rise into the sky, piercing the clouds and receiving the full radiance of the sun. On the central sacred mountain, many ancient palaces stand in rows.

The sun is the origin of all yang, and this immortal path directly inherits from the ancient Sun Palace. In terms of its nobility, apart from the absence of a golden elixir, it is the first-class lineage in the world.

However, cultivators are rarely seen here. This vast continent, which is almost the size of several counties in Dali, is mostly inhabited by ordinary people. The only place where cultivators actually travel is Tianming Mountain in the center.

Inside the golden palace atop the mountain, the sun shone like a tide, and the sound of Taoist chants resounded. Various phenomena, such as crimson flame trees and golden sun crows, appeared. A young man in golden robes slowly walked out of the palace.

This person was tall and slender, with a refined and otherworldly appearance. His eyes were like the sun's radiance, shining with unparalleled golden light. His golden robes were flowing and beautiful, embroidered with flaming trees and golden crows.

Li Shangmi, the master of the Dijian Pavilion in Zhongyang Prefecture, is also a unique Sun Sword Immortal in the world.

He wore a brilliant white spirit sword at his waist, as white as fresh snow, with a majestic sword intent contained within it. It was the White Crown, a treasure of the Zhongyang Palace and a spiritual treasure of the Sun Path.

The void shattered, and a young girl in a long golden-white dress emerged. She had a round, lovely face and gentle eyes. Descending on a wisp of yin light, she saw the man emerging from seclusion and softly said:

"Senior brother."

"Xiao Zhi".

The man in golden robes nodded slightly, his gaze falling upon the pale, pale light of the yin energy. He seemed somewhat reluctant, but quickly composed himself and smiled as he descended the mountain with his junior sister.

"Senior brother has been in seclusion for many years and we rarely see you. Now that you've emerged, have you gained confidence in the [Ten-Day Path]?"

Xiao Zhi's tone was somewhat teasing, but Li Shangmi, standing to the side, simply smiled and said:
"My breakthrough with [Kun Yuming] was at the exact moment of the celestial gnomon. I was already somewhat confident in cultivating this [Ten Suns Paths], and I am already close to achieving it."

"Senior brother is the only person in the Zhongyang Prefecture in a thousand years to cultivate into the sun. His talent is extraordinary. There is a reason why the [Zhongyang Looking at the Sun Book] chose you."

The woman's tone was full of reverence and admiration, so intense that Li Shangmi, standing beside her, felt somewhat uncomfortable and could only say:
"I am leaving the pass today because a distinguished guest has arrived. My master instructed me to come and greet him early in the morning."

"Is it that person?"

Xiao Zhi's expression changed slightly, clearly indicating that she knew who the newcomer was. She sighed and simply said:

"Taiping Mountain, undoubtedly a sword immortal."

When this sword immortal was mentioned, Li Shangmi's expression changed slightly. The sword vein he cultivated was the [Yu Guang] left by the Sun Palace, and both [Chun Yang] and the [Yu Guang] were sword veins evolved from the sun.

As for the entanglement between Zhongyang Mansion and that Pure Yang Immortal, Li Shangmi felt a headache just thinking about it.

At this moment, the void rippled, and a surge of pure Yang energy from the heavens arose, from which a person slowly descended, standing on the clouds outside the mountain.

This person was thin and wiry, dressed in a golden-white Taoist robe. He possessed profound Taoist power, and his Golden Divine Power was condensed into one, vast and boundless, as clear as the heavens. Many Golden Dharma Lights spread and took form around him.

'Sheng Jin's Dao, the true lineage of Taiping, late stage of the Purple Mansion realm, Pure Yang Sword Vein.'

He was none other than the Sword Immortal of Taiping Mountain. He had successfully cultivated his fourth supernatural power by borrowing the scriptures from the Yuejue lineage. He was in his prime, and his talent for cultivation was so rapid that it even surpassed his talent for swordsmanship. He could be called the most talented person in Taiping Mountain in recent times.

Even though Li Shangmi cultivated the Sun Dao lineage and was a sword immortal, he was no match for the person before him due to the vast difference in supernatural powers and cultivation.

"Lü Zhao, of the Pure Yang Sword Dao, requests an audience with the successor of the Zhongyang Mansion today."

His voice was deep and resonant, echoing throughout the mountains. At this moment, he did not claim to be the True Man of Taiping Mountain, but instead listed the name of the Pure Yang Sword Clan.

Li Shang hesitated for a moment, about to ride the wind, but at this moment an old, weak voice rose from the mountain, and the sky was filled with rosy light.

"Why come to my Zhongyang Mansion, fellow Daoist? The Pure Yang lineage has long since entered Donghua, and as for my mansion, we have severed all ties."

'Master.' Li Shangmi's expression fluctuated, while Xiao Zhi beside him showed some worry in her eyes.

Undoubtedly, upon hearing this, his expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected it.

Beside him, the radiance of the Shengjin Divine Power continuously condensed, turning into a brilliant golden-white color, echoing the heavens. The pure yang sword intent arose, causing the sword at Li Shangmi's waist below to tremble incessantly.

“Zhongyang Mansion is indeed decisive. Fellow Daoist Danxia, ​​your mansion has not produced any Taiyang cultivators for many years, but now Taiyang and Shaoyin have been passed down simultaneously. I naturally know the methods you used.”

Lu Zhao's gaze was sharp; he glanced at the two below and continued speaking:
“When the Xia Emperor toured the sea, your manor changed the name of the mountain to welcome the imperial procession. When the Lesser Yin became the boundary, you worshipped a different Heavenly Lord. Now that the Pure Yang is no longer in power, you naturally want to distance yourself from it.”

"However, I have come here to take what I should take. When the Little Saint Tian Tuo perished, the treasures of Donghua were passed on. That elixir was passed down by the Pure Yang Sect."

Faced with this sharp question, the voice in the mountains seemed to lose its confidence. True Man Danxia activated his supernatural powers, releasing the aura of a late-stage Purple Mansion cultivator, which lifted up something surrounded by a dazzling golden light.

The object flew swiftly and landed directly in Lü Zhao's hand in the clouds. It was a golden elixir, its radiance flowing, and it resonated with the sword intent emanating from this seemingly ordinary True Man.

[Pure Yang Elixir]!
Lu Zhao took a deep breath, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked at the precious pill. At this moment, the Danxia Immortal in the mountain sighed:
“It’s not that I’m unwilling to give you this. The Ri family has also received your kindness in the past, and you are the only remaining pure Yang sword cultivator in this world. Logically speaking, this pill should belong to you, fellow Daoist.”

“But you’ve given up and are determined to get involved in Donghua’s affairs. Your future will probably not be good.”

The voice of the Danxia Immortal was quite sincere, seemingly expressing regret, but he had undoubtedly already put away the elixir. At this moment, he rode away on the golden light of victory, leaving only his voice echoing across the sky.

"Having cultivated pure Yang, how can one retreat?"

Lu Zhao's figure vanished into the void. Li Shangmi watched the figure disappear with a complex expression.

When he was at the Foundation Establishment stage, he had received guidance from this sword immortal, but the relationship between Zhongyang Mansion and Donghua was too sensitive for him to interfere.

A figure formed from celestial light landed before the two. Li Shangmi and Xiao Zhi bowed in unison and said respectfully:
"Master."

The person before me is the current master of Zhongyang Palace, a late-stage Purple Palace cultivator of the Radiant Light Path, a True Person of Danxia, ​​who is nearing the end of his lifespan and is even struggling to conceal his extraordinary phenomena.

"Business Secretary."

The humanoid figure formed from the radiant light had an aged and somewhat weary voice. A small golden bottle appeared in its hand, from which the radiance of the sun continuously emanated, transforming into a divine crow.

He handed the small bottle to the disciple in front of him. Li Shangmi took it and saw that it contained a ball of golden-black essence blood, which made his supernatural powers respond and his mystical phenomena echo.

"The blood of the Golden Crow, and a descendant of the Emperor—where did this come from?"

The golden-robed youth showed little joy; instead, a chill ran through him as he looked at the figure formed from celestial light. He knew perfectly well the contents of the sect's treasury and knew there was no such spiritual item among them.

"A gift from heaven."

The aged voice rang out again, and the radiant light gradually dissipated. The True Immortal Danxia simply said in a low voice:

"Cultivate yourself diligently, and attain supernatural powers. The celestial beings will need your sword."

"Slay the Dragon".

As the sound faded, Li Shangmi gripped the golden bottle tightly, his expression gradually darkening. Xiao Zhi, standing beside him, looked worried and said:

"Senior brother?"

"nothing."

The young man in golden robes declined a few times, then walked back towards the main hall on the mountain. At this moment, he silently looked at the Golden Crow Essence Blood in the bottle, his thoughts becoming increasingly chaotic.

'Which dragon should we slay?'

(End of this chapter)