Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 526 Bad Land
Far from the Liaodong border, the land is barren and desolate.

This place is under the jurisdiction of Qingwu Road, located at the midpoint of the former border of Dali, and is quite close to the Yundai land where the Tuoba clan established their kingdom. If you go straight south, you can see the Yongliang land in the distance.

To the north lies a vast, boundless desert, barren of vegetation and desolate landscape. To the south, separated by the numerous Xuan Palaces in the center, lies a fertile plain, abundant with crops and lush with greenery, comparable to the Jiangnan region.

At the center is a verdant palace, flanked by four lifelike statues: a grave sheep, a vermilion pig, a blue locust, and a literary ray. The lifelike statues made the cultivators passing by dare not look up.

Inside the palace, the air of the fertile Qingli soil shifted, and curtains formed from layers of golden energy fell, obscuring the ever-changing shadow at the highest position.

The void shattered, and a man dressed in a sand-yellow robe stepped out. Through the layers of golden curtains, his gaze, slightly complicated, fell upon the figure on the main seat.

“Ancestors, the Earth element has been divided, with one each belonging to Li Song, the Underworld, Zhen Yuan, and Fu Chen.”

This person was Rang An. He possessed the fortune of Wen Yao and had already cultivated his second supernatural power. However, he still remained respectful when facing the supernatural power above the main seat.

“The Earth element will rise, and I believe I can take advantage of this opportune moment.”

The figure on the green wooden throne slowly spoke, his voice seemingly echoing throughout the palace at the same time, extraordinary and terrifying earth-based divine power condensed here.

Late stage of Zifu (紫府).

[Ji Huo] The True Man, Wei Zhaojia, is the patriarch of the Wei clan. He has lived for a very long time, since the time of Qi Li, and it is difficult to determine whether he is a demon or a human. Now, this great man has also attained a supernatural power, making him a first-class figure below the Great Supernatural Powers.

Rang An looked somewhat doubtful, and only said:
"War is about to break out in Liaodong. Those two destinies have not yet been withdrawn. What should we do? I think that the Jie Jie is gradually gaining momentum and is beyond our ability to handle."

"Not urgent."

The person seated continued in a somber tone:
"Back then, [Bitter Desert] was separated and transformed into a celestial race, who then joined the Heavenly Water Sect to cultivate the destiny of the 'Fried Sheep' technique. However, he never succeeded and instead remained trapped in the early stage of the Purple Mansion realm for his entire life."

"However, his offspring are extraordinary. They have inherited this destiny and even seized the fate of the Green Locust. Now this person is hiding overseas, under the protection of the heavens, but he is not easy to deal with."

"Ancestor, what should we do?"

Rang An's gaze darkened. If it were just a single ram's luck, he wouldn't care much. But the fact that the other party had also taken away the fortune of the green locust made him quite extraordinary.

There is a Taoist theory in the ancient Qingyang Palace that one must govern the four spirits and achieve divine fetus. Wei Fayan's characteristics are somewhat similar to those described in the theory, so we must be wary of him.

“The Bodhisattva of the evil land of Sumeru has been born. He is now in Liaodong. He has secretly contacted me and invited me to enter the Buddhist world. There is a position of great Bodhisattva waiting for me.”

Ji Huo's voice, spoken calmly and slowly, stirred something within Rang An, who simply said:

"I wonder what our ancestors thought?"

"Naturally, there was no response."

Ji Huo's tone grew increasingly solemn, and the aura of the fertile Qingli soil constantly shifted, faintly emanating an extremely powerful aura. He continued, "..."
"The way of the Earth is good at assessing the situation. My way is between Liao and Li, so no matter what, there is always room for maneuver. But once we completely state our position, we will be at a disadvantage."

"That She Lei Sword Immortal has become too prominent and has been targeted by Liaodi early on. The opportunity to strike will come when the war breaks out again."

"Yes."

Rang An didn't know if this decision was right or wrong, but since they couldn't directly attack Qing Chen right now, and as long as the other party was under Shang Xiao's protection, they didn't have any good methods.

Although the True Lord who established the sect in Shangxiao has left, there is still a person of considerable status in the cave, who is definitely not someone that Qingwu Dao can afford to offend.

'If it weren't for the paper figure's interference and the Demon Refining Tower's riot, that bloodline should have been reclaimed.'

Once Rang An's thoughts stirred and he became entangled with the paper figure, even with Zi Fu's abilities, it would be difficult for him to see clearly. Later, when the paper figure appeared in the Crimson Cloud, Zi Fu could not personally intervene.

If this elder were to take action, he should be able to defeat him as well. Rang An was somewhat puzzled by this, but dared not question it, so he had no choice but to retreat.

Within the mysterious palace, shadows shifted and changed.

The figure on the seat held a scroll of Taoist scripture, which circulated with earth energy. It was the "Secret Method of the Supreme Evil Divine Embryo," a legacy of the Qingyang Palace, yet mixed with a chilling malevolence.

"Gather the Four Spirits."
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Liaodong, a land of pleasure and debauchery.

The jade-like radiance rose endlessly, and its demonic nature changed. The men and women who were originally enjoying themselves were now all restrained and knelt on both sides.

A surge of blood energy, like crimson clouds, coursed across the path. From within it emerged a man clad in white and gold armor. He was handsome and agile, possessing no unusual features, yet he exuded an immense aura of power.

He stood there quietly, without a trace of malevolence or demonic nature. Even though he had assumed the position of a demonic figure representing greed, his eyes remained clear.

An old cultivator hurried over from afar, hunched over, leaning on a green wooden dragon-head cane. His face was gaunt, and his aura was already at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, carrying a profound and refined air.

"Lord Feng." The newcomer was none other than Zhi Youya, whose name was rather strange. He was also the most senior of the Six Desires Demons besides Dusheng.

Even though he held a prestigious position in the Demon Realm and was in charge of all affairs, he dared not neglect the newly promoted Demon Minister before him, since the other party always used his fists to reason things out.

Where is the salvation of sentient beings?

Feng Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. An extremely ancient and pure blood essence emanated from his body, and even the demonic soil could not add a trace of demonic nature to him.

Zhi Youya immediately replied respectfully:
"The Demon Lord is currently in seclusion in the [Pool of Death] and cannot see anyone."

"I agreed to take this position precisely to meet him and test my strength, but now I am nowhere to be seen?"

Feng Yan's tone was normal, but his gaze was fixed on the old cultivator beside him, which immediately gave Zhi Youya a warning and made him dare not meet his eyes.

"Forget it, what kind of cultivation is this Hearing and Hiding? It's meaningless for him to fight with magic."

A slight smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth as he looked at Zhiyouya and said calmly:
"I will be leaving for a while to go to Yuanlei Palace to have a good match with [Da Lei Tian]. If I do not return, there is no need to call me."

Zhi Youya paused slightly, seemingly somewhat embarrassed, and said in a low voice:

"There are many affairs to attend to in the Pure Land now, including setting up frontier defenses, my lord."

Feng Yan turned his gaze and looked over, his imposing aura emanating from him.

Zhi Youya dared not continue discussing this matter, and instead said:

"I've heard that the Heavenly Pivot Sword Immortal is also in the Yuanlei Palace, so it's best not to offend him."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Feng Yan's eyes. He gently patted Zhi Youya's shoulder and smiled:
"Just right."

After speaking, he threw a punch forward, his energy dissipated, and a powerful force burst forth from his body. The void in front of him shattered like glass, and cracks spread out.

Zhi Youya's eyelids twitched. Breaking through the void was very simple for the Purple Mansion, and it was done by using magic power. But Feng Yan in front of him directly shattered the void with his physical body.

If this punch were to land on an ordinary Purple Mansion, the opponent would immediately suffer the disintegration of their physical body and the dissipation of their true spirit.

'This physical body alone is comparable to a spiritual treasure.'

Zhi Youya's gaze darkened slightly, but he dared not stop him. The other party had achieved great mastery of blood qi and cultivated ancient methods. In the entire demonic land, only Du Sheng and the one in the cave heaven could stop him.
But there has been no movement so far, so Zhiyouya naturally won't waste his efforts.

There was still no surge of magical power on the other party's body. He stepped into the void, and divine light seemed to emanate from his muscles, bones and flesh, allowing him to stand firmly.

His lower body faintly revealed the form of a dragon and snake, emanating a wondrous aura. He vanished in an instant, his speed far surpassing that of other cultivators from various lineages.

This void did not close itself; an extremely terrifying divine intent condensed on it, constantly erupting, making it difficult for the void to close.

Zhiyou sighed, seemingly somewhat troubled.

This Lord Feng Yan is of extraordinary status, a close minister of the Liao Emperor. He has only come to this Demon Land to fill a vacancy, and he has no authority to issue orders.

"Fellow Daoist, you're having a tough time."

From behind him, a pure white liquid gradually condensed, radiating demonic light, revealing a woman in a plain dress with a beautiful face, yet also possessing a subtle and alluring charm, quite captivating.

The aura of a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator was faintly emanating, on par with Zhiyouya.

"Lord Feng Yan is so young, yet his cultivation has already reached a state of perfection. He is truly an outstanding person."

The woman chuckled softly, her charm captivating all who were kneeling around her, causing them to stare in a daze.

"【Zhixi】Demon Appearance, can you—"

“I also have matters to attend to. I have arranged to discuss the Dao at a prince’s residence, and I won’t be back for at least a year or two. Fellow Daoist, you don’t need to count on me.”

After speaking, Zhixi also rode the water, instantly breaking through the void, bidding farewell to Zhiyouya.

"They're all still greedy, ambitious, and obedient—where on earth have those two gone?"

A bitter look appeared on the old man's face, but at this moment, a purple aura emanated from behind him, supernatural powers flowed, and strange phenomena appeared.

A hint of joy appeared on his aged face as he looked at a demonic figure who had just emerged from seclusion and laughed:
"Well done! [Wang Ziguan] is now complete. Your cultivation has not been in vain."

(End of this chapter)