Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 486 Bai Yi
Above the grotto.

Auspicious light surged, and auspicious clouds descended. Huji and Qingyue stood on the clouds, gazing at the scenery below, until the gazes of the great figures in the world fell upon them, stirring up spiritual energy that was difficult to detect.

The flames rose along the clouds beside the two, sometimes shattering the danger, sometimes aligning with the great era, as if an invisible protection descended from the shadows.

"Golden Scales."

Qingyue's tone was solemn, filled with utmost respect. This spirit sword could be considered the number one sword in the North, even surpassing the destructive power of his own [Qianchen] from Taiping Mountain.

Of the five metals, Geng metal is the most associated with killing and destruction. And the current ruler has attained enlightenment at the end of the reign, thus obtaining Geng metal amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

From ancient times to the present, there has never been such a tragic and terrifying path to enlightenment, and this golden scale sword is the very sword used by the [Gengwu Zhengping Baiyi Zhenjun] in the past.

"Once these two spiritual treasures are unleashed, their connection to the Purple Mansion is no longer significant."

Hu Ji's tone was somewhat strange. He had lived for a very long time and could be considered a Taoist with a long history, so he naturally knew about these two spiritual treasures.

Even though there is a trace of gold in the Heavenly Decline Yin Candle, this Golden Scale Sword is no less so, it also has one, and to this day no one knows the origin of the gold in the sword.

The golden nature is the condensation of the fruition in the present world, and the manifestation of the Dao fruition in the Great Luo. If a cultivator wants to obtain the Golden Elixir, he must refine this golden nature, and through seven cycles and nine reversals, he will become true gold.

If one fails to attain enlightenment and scatters throughout the world, one becomes a demon or evil obstacle, a treasure for reincarnation, or a tool for cultivation. However, this kind of golden nature cannot be compared with that of [Golden Scales] and [Heavenly Decline and Yin Candle].

Both of these contain the remnants of a fallen Golden Core cultivator, directly connected to the Fruit Realm, possessing inherent authority. If they were to be cast into the mortal realm and used their abilities, they could even create another Great Being.

"May I ask, Imperial Preceptor, was this the work of Wan Jin alone, or that of Tai Zhen?"

Qingyue was slightly surprised and suspicious. He knew that Wan Jin's lineage had a grudge against Ling Jing, but interfering in such a major event now risked offending the entire Fuchen Immortal Sect.

"Did you see it?"

Hu Ji's voice was devoid of emotion; he simply said indifferently:

"【Northern Thunder Black Law】, do you not know which master made his name with this?"

Deng Zhuoxin

Qingyue's heart stirred slightly. This person was the most renowned high-ranking cultivator of She Lei in recent times, and was even considered by some Purple Mansions to be a candidate to regain the title of She Lei. He had been active from the beginning of Fengzhong to the end of Fengzhong.

He dared not say anything more at this moment, for fear of offending that great man, Taizhen.

When Fengtian was destroyed, the world was in chaos, demons ran rampant, and barbarians entered China. It was almost the largest war in modern history, involving countless people.

This True Lord Baiyi came from the ancient immortal path, and his Geng metal was fully mastered. He was born in a chaotic world, so he raised an army in the Jianghuai region. Along the way, he killed countless people, turning the river red, piling up corpses into mountains, and filling the fields with white bones.

He built twelve mounds of skulls before entering Chang'an, burying alive millions of people, including demons, foreign tribes, and even imperial descendants.

At that time, the Great Master Bei Lei fell, and among those who surrounded and killed him was this True Lord Bai Yi, who had not yet attained enlightenment.

The truth of the matter is now unknown, with only some secret rumors circulating that the magical artifacts appeared at that time, suppressing the magic ruler, thunder seal, and spirit sword in the hands of that Master Deng, leading to his execution by Jin Feng.

'With Su Zheng's death, the blessed land collapsed, Bei Lei perished, and the Daoist lineage was severed.'

This matter was passed down by the former True Lord Zhige, so there can be no mistake.

The only connection between Taizhen and Shelei can be described as being here, but it can hardly be considered a good relationship. Now, the question remains: is the borrowing of the sword for a fortune his own idea, or is it at the behest of his superiors? It's truly perplexing.

Qingyue was born into the [Xingge] Immortal Path. Although he has now changed his name to [Taiping] and his patriarch in the mountain has left his post, he still has his own deductions about the situation of the world through the use of supernatural powers. This is also the reason why the national teacher next to him named him to be born.

But right now, he couldn't guess what that person meant at all, and a sense of fear even arose in his heart.

"Let's wait and see. No one in recent history has been able to explain the matter of the Thunder God. Which lord wants to eradicate this Thunder God, and which lord wants to welcome back the Thunder Palace? No one in heaven or on earth is of one mind."

Hu Ji spoke in a low voice, looking into the cave. He saw golden energy and lightning intertwined, and a sharp sword intent soared into the sky, stinging his eyes.
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Southern region of the grotto-heaven.

A crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the chilling wind of Geng metal swept across the heavens and earth. Layers of golden light condensed like swords and spears, carving out this darkness and bringing light back.

Xu Xuan's body was mostly broken, revealing Dao bones that looked like black iron. Countless silver-white lightning surged within, filling his flesh and blood, barely making him appear human.

The solemn and majestic black runes on the golden scales rose and fell, causing his divine power to rise continuously, and the line of sword light formed by the convergence of golden energy and lightning slowly dissipated.

Crimson blood essence splattered across the sky, transforming into fireflies that scattered in all directions. The originally ferocious Ding Fire divine power gradually withered, and An Xianhui's body was severed in two at the waist. Lightning and golden energy continuously emanated from the wound, as if being cleaved by knives and axes, ceaselessly. Xu Xuan silently watched the results of this sword strike, a slight thought stirring in his heart. He looked around and could faintly see a golden wind blowing across the distant sky.

Gripping the Golden Scale Sword tightly, he had already made up his mind. Even Heng Guang and Chen He were no match for this sword. The power of this Golden Scale Sword was something he had never seen before in his life. Holding it in his hand, he felt that if he were to encounter someone like Hua Gu, who was at the Purple Mansion level, he could easily kill him.

'The power and resources of this immortal sect are terrifying.'

These two behemoths truly revealed their claws; with just a slight movement, they were enough to tear anyone caught in the middle to shreds.

As the Yin Fire reignited, An Xianhui's face turned pale. Looking at the human figure with surging lightning and black magic covering him, a mixture of astonishment, jealousy, and anger welled up in his heart.

The opponent, being a sword immortal wielding golden scales, already possesses the highest level of killing power below the Great Divine Power level. If the two continue fighting, they will likely only suffer severe injuries or even perish.

However, his killing intent did not diminish in the slightest. Dark evil energy surged within his body, and the [Earth Evil Jar] activated, temporarily mending his damaged body with evil energy.

The Yin Fire in the sky burned faintly without any change. This Yin Hui Zhenren had not received any instructions from the sect, but he had already made up his mind.

He wanted to kill the person in front of him.

It wasn't because of the bigger picture, nor because of the Bing fire element, nor because of his father's orders; it was simply because he couldn't bear to see the person before him stand tall under such immense pressure, treating the things he had feared until now as nothing.

Since he began cultivating the Dao, he had never felt such a clear and distinct killing intent. Even the fierce aura in his eyes had dissipated considerably, turning into a chilling coldness.

An Xianhui's fate grew heavier, causing the red candle in his hand to burn fiercely, transforming into the image of a candle flame. The aura of declining lifespan spread throughout the heavens, the sun and moon no longer shone, and darkness descended once more.

Thunder hangs high above the city, the Calamity Pool overflows, Xu Xuan turns the golden scales, killing intent soars to the sky, sword intent shines brightly in response to the heavens. After many years, this heavy weapon of Geng metal has finally fallen into the hands of a sword immortal once again.

"An adult is watching you."

Tian Tuo's voice was solemn. He vaguely understood what Xu Xuan had done and was also shocked that it had attracted all the esteemed officials to come and see.

Xu Xuan remained silent, now in a state of near-self-forgetfulness, with deep black runes manifesting from each of the mystical phenomena, and the lightning growing ever more intense.

The sword intent on this golden scale sword has reached a terrifying level, and even the Geng metal sword intent originally hidden within it has manifested.

The long-dormant [Cave-Transforming Sword Box] seemed to sense something, quietly imprinting a trace of its essence before disappearing again.

Like a raging sea of ​​evil fire, it surged forth, its divine power coalescing into a divine being with a human face and a dragon's body. Its crimson crown was flamboyant, and it stood upright holding a candle. When its eyes were open, it was daytime; when they were closed, it was nighttime. Wherever it stood, neither the sun nor the moon shone, and the temperature was erratic.

The shape of the Candle Shadow descended from the sky, carrying the Heavenly Decline Yin Candle. Xu Xuan defied the odds and raised his sword. Golden scales rose up with ten thousand feet of thunder and golden energy, and he slashed down with a roar.

The sacred essence condensed by Ding Huo shattered, turning into ashes and flowing fire. This sword light was incomparably powerful, cleaving through more than ten spiritual peaks before stopping its momentum, carving a deep crack in the southern sky, revealing the mysterious light of Wu Tu, which served as the foundation of the cave heaven.

An Xianhui's body emerged from it, his expression showing no panic. He allowed the sword light to strike his body, and the evil aura surged. The earth urn blocked for a moment, but it was also cracked.

The power of Geng Sha and the punishment of tribulation lightning struck his physical body simultaneously, causing it to begin to crumble and disintegrate. He ignored them all and unleashed the [Heavenly Decline Yin Candle] in his hand, instantly drenching the opponent with its yin fire.

However, the humanoid figure remained completely unmoved. Its flesh and blood were burned away by the Ding Fire, leaving only silver lightning surging within its bones. Black runes descended, binding the lightning and allowing Xu Xuan to maintain his human form.

With a single sword strike, Jin Lin shattered the body of the True Man Fu Chen, revealing an extremely dense destiny that stirred Xu Xuan's inner world, prompting him to try and knock it away.

"No."

A young man's voice manifested in his mind; it was Wan Jin, a man from the Tai Zhen lineage. His tone was solemn as he continued to transmit his voice:
“If his luck is damaged, things will become more difficult to handle.”

Xu Xuan remained silent. Under the horrified gazes of countless Purple Mansions, he turned his sword. The Dharma body of the Fuchen Purple Mansion exploded in response, leaving only a true spirit mixed with flesh and blood that fell into the Yin Candle and escaped into the void.

The humanoid figure, bound by black laws and surging with silver lightning, slowly raised its head. The surroundings were deathly silent, and countless gazes from the Purple Mansions were cast upon it, filled with deep fear.

The golden-robed youth descended on the wind, the Hooked Serpent Spirit Sword returning to its sheath and falling into his hand. Wan Jin looked at Xu Xuan with a strange expression, and said:

"Still alive?"

"It's hard to say if he's alive, but he should be alive."

Xu Xuan spoke slowly. On the humanoid figure formed by lightning, black runes operated with a heart-palpitating power, making Wan Jin feel a deep unease and pressure.

'The Black Law of the North Thunder has manifested itself on him.'

(End of this chapter)