Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 578 Cycle of Change
Taixu.

The azure and yellow light of the wilderness spread, and countless Buddha mouths and yellow pupils filled the void, surrounding the [Long-Growing Treasure Tree], clashing with the countless dragon-like wood energy.

Purple lightning, like a waterfall, swept away the evil air, and green leaves fell into the pure soil, decomposing into mud and alleviating the harshness of the barren land below.

An old man in a green robe stood quietly on a branch. His face changed constantly in the woody atmosphere, growing green scales, ferocious like a dragon, and majestic like a god.

"Senior Chishi."

Yi Li's voice was aged and worn, like wood clashing against stone, and his tone carried a hint of melancholy.

The countless horizontal pupils in the void seemed to pause for a moment, gazing intently.

The golden Buddha's mouth opened and closed, revealing white teeth like those of an animal, and a voice with a hint of sneer rang out.

"I haven't heard this title in a long time; it doesn't sound like you're calling me."

A man in a blue robe with yellow patterns appeared, with a handsome face and an ethereal air. His large sleeves were embroidered with freehand depictions of a grave sheep, a green locust, a red pig, and a ray, much like ancient Qiang murals.

The two were at the same level, but their states were worlds apart.

The power of the bad soil is at its zenith, constantly rising, and its life force is as vast and immeasurable as a boundless ocean.

Yet, a faint aura of death emanated from Yi Li.

【The Pure Land of Dried Upfall】stretches endlessly, with rolling yellow sand. But near that green tree, the land changes, transforming into fertile soil, as green as chrysanthemum.

"Let me calculate, this is the second time that the land has experienced the transformation of the armor."

Evil Earth spoke leisurely, pacing slowly, the green leaves never landing on him.

"I hope you can provide an explanation, senior."

Yili stared straight ahead, seemingly lost in thought.

The supernatural powers around him kept changing, locking the Pure Land, the powerful wood energy rubbing and surging, purple lightning flying, and booming sounds constantly striking down.

The sandstorms subsided, the barren soil raised its head, and the sound was neither hurried nor slow:

"During the chaos of the Zhou Dynasty, the ancient Qiang people wandered in this area, worshipping the sheep of [Taiyou]. The wind and sand filled the sky, the vegetation did not grow, and the evil aura crashed into the Central Plains. Furthermore, the Qiang people moved south, invading various countries, and even caused trouble in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"The Celestial Immortal Dao sent a great man here to fight against the Taiyou. The battle caused the heavens and earth to turn green three times and become barren three times. Both of the great men perished, leaving the earth empty. Only then could my Qingyang Dao lineage rise."

Yili's face was like an ancient tree, and his gaze moved slowly. From the distant Qinghu Lake to the green soil before him, there were traces left by the ancient Qiang people.

"When Tianye perished, Yin Guang was established, but he spared my Qinghua lineage to fill the vacancy."

He slowly raised his hand, and the green wooden dragon head staff landed in his hand, supporting his aged body. The vast nature of the wood element arose, and supernatural powers transformed, shielding him from the wind and sand.

"Today, I am fighting with my predecessors here, which is also imitating the ancients. I am afraid that we will both be killed."

"wrong."

Evil Earth raised his hand, his murky yellow pupils gleaming, exuding a wave of malevolence. He stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly:
"When the wood is about to die, what can stop the earth's cycle? The path of earth is not two natures, but one cycle. If you continue to fight, you will surely be defeated."

"please."

Yi Li raised her head, her voice aged.

The evil earth's form suddenly vanished, and a rumbling sound came from the void. The evil earth energy condensed into a yellow sheep, towering higher than a mountain. Looking down, a sneer came from the high sky.

"The so-called inheritance is not in the written words, nor in the temple gate, but in the people."

"You have wasted your life and given up your last chance to seek gold. Even if you gain a hundred years of peace for your sect, what good will it do? You will still be waiting for your demise."

The voices of demons echoed in the void, and the branches and leaves of the [Long-lasting Treasure Tree] instantly showed countless gnaw marks, but Yi Li's expression remained calm.

My teacher once said, "There are no evergreen trees in the world."

This Grand Master of the Qinghua Sect seemed to have come back to life, full of vitality, and once again appeared youthful, displaying a gentle and dignified face.

"Fallen leaves become mud, nourishing the soil so that the next generation can thrive. You, Gu Huaixu, should understand this principle."

Yi Li raised her head, her tone growing increasingly solemn.

The aura of green wood, like the ocean, rose and fell around him, and the magical powers of Jia wood revealed his former glory.

He said it word by word:

"The destruction of Qingyang is a foregone conclusion. Even if only one person remains, Chishi or Etu, it will have no impact."

The evil energy in the void stagnated slightly, and the grotesque yellow sheep revealed a strange smile, releasing colorful light and causing golden lotuses to sprout.

"How can you judge Qingyang?"

The pure land, nourished by the wood energy for a long time, began to change; the yellow sand was completely gathered and transformed into green sand.

Flying fish emerged from the pure land, their wings outstretched, white-headed with red beaks, and their bodies speckled with gray, causing the five grains to sprout and bringing forth a bountiful harvest. Then, a giant crimson boar adorned with jewels and necklaces emerged, its towering body seemingly carrying figures of people, signifying a prosperous world where all people were well-fed.

As the wood gradually decays, the soil becomes fertile.

"The earth has its own order, and thus it endures. My path is ever-changing, so what does it matter if we talk about immortals or Buddhist monks? Even demons that eat human flesh can do it, let alone this mere transformation of a serpent?"

"Yili, you still haven't realized this!"

Both sides attacked simultaneously, and the vast and boundless Pure Land pressed down, but it was stubbornly resisted by that green tree. The battlefield was confined within the void and did not affect the two armies of Li Liao below.

The green dragon head staff rose into the air, transforming into a wondrous green dragon that stirred up the wood energy and drove purple lightning, circling around Yi Li and flying endlessly.

This great master of the Jiamu Dao has returned to his youthful appearance, his life force is rapidly waning, his cheeks are thin, and his eyes are like torches.

The divine power of Jiamu moved according to his will. Its life was so important that it could sense the Great Luo at the highest level. Green leaves rose into the sky and covered the Pure Land.

Countless rays of light were obscured by the leaves, making it difficult to affect the battlefield. Even the long river of vows within the Pure Land was greatly weakened, and the various Buddhas lost their response.

He slowly raised his hand, his five fingers closing together. The light vanished, and a calm yet domineering smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Heaven-shading."
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Green soil and desert fields.

The radiant light of the Pure Land trembled incessantly, and the apricot-yellow flames rose and burned endlessly. The crimson bird spread its wings, and the flames rained down on the earth.

Xingyou's demonic eyes were bright, but she already had a plan in mind.

The resistance in Liaodi was not very fierce, and the only immortal and demonic cultivators they sent were Chou Xi, who was only used to block the Tribulation-Slaying Sword Immortal.

All these signs are enough to deduce the intentions of the Northern Liao.

Among immortals, demons, Buddhas, and gods, Buddhas and gods are the easiest to cultivate.

Whether it's the Vajra sent from Liao or the deities sent from Dali, they can easily fill the gaps.

Now that things have come to this, the other side can no longer harbor any intention to offend Li Tu. Instead, they are accumulating strength to bring back all the immortals and demons to Dai Di and use these Buddhist cultivators who can fill in at any time to wear down Li Guo.

Whether it's Vajra or Bodhi, what matters is one's position in the Pure Land. As long as one has the affinity for the Dharma, the destiny, and sufficient karmic burdens, one can achieve enlightenment in a very short time.

There are few things in the world more conducive to understanding cause and effect than the struggle between Liaodong and Lijiang.

It can be said that as long as the opponent keeps the Pure Land intact, they can slowly wear down the Great Li Immortal Path. Even the Divine Path, after being promoted to the Li level, is only at the Vajra level. They can only use the power of incense to restore their lives, recovering extremely quickly, far surpassing the Immortal Path. In continuous battles, their advantage is on par with that of the Demon Release.

To truly ascend, one needs to break through supernatural powers and refine a golden body; it is not something that can be achieved overnight, but rather the path of ancient divine rulers.

She charged forward with all her might, giving it her all.

The green leaves that sprouted in the sky blocked the connection to the Pure Land in the Great Void, causing the radiance of many Vajras and Bodhisattvas to dim.

"【Zhetianye】. Yili Zhenren has made a move."

Xingyou transformed back into human form, but instead of charging into the battle, she activated her Li Huo, revealing a fierce glint in her eyes as she stared at the white deer blocking her path.

Bai Mao's expression gradually changed. The Pure Land was clearly within reach, but the speed of the transmission of the power of will slowed down. If it was a river before, it was now just a stream.

Even the void was sealed off; if one were to perish, the chance of escaping back would be extremely slim.

The flames rose and condensed like a net, covering his golden body. The red bird, carrying a radiant light like rosy clouds and smoke, attacked, burning the fur on Bai Mao's body as if it were about to burst into flames.

Bai Mao had no choice but to revert to his true form, activate his magic, and roar angrily:
"Formation."

He opened his bloody mouth and spat out four black pebbles. The light of the barren earth rose up, and the pebbles, upon touching the ground, transformed into black locusts, carrying a stench of evil as they soared into the sky.

This thing's aura remained steadily at the Vajra level. Its physical strength was almost comparable to that of a cultivator of the Purple Mansion who had mastered body-body supernatural powers. It seemed to lack intelligence and relied entirely on the white-faced man's commands.

Xingyou's gaze grew serious; she dared not be careless.

She then summoned a crimson divine feather, which emitted imperial aura and rose southern fire, sweeping away the four black locusts that had attacked.

As this crimson divine feather was offered up, the radiance of the Southern Heavenly Primordial Luo was drawn here to bless all cultivators.

Bai Mao, standing to the side, changed his expression slightly and asked doubtfully:

"Suzaku?"

His response was an even more intense burst of flames, and the faint chirping of birds echoed through the heavens and earth.

Eight black locusts also rose into the air from the distant Thunder Department, buzzing incessantly, gnawing at the heavenly soldiers, and together with the green lion and red vulture, steadily blocked Zhuo Xie's attack.

The twelve Vajras, which had been hidden for a long time, suddenly appeared, more like some kind of crafted artifacts than Buddhist teachings. Instead, they resembled the methods of both immortals and demons.

Within the vast void, incense smoke spread, descending from the sky through the Dipper, blessing the Thunder and Fire sections.

Zhuoxie's face was as black as lacquer, and he brandished his wooden sword, unleashing a torrent of thunder that cleansed away the evil. His late-stage Purple Mansion realm aura was revealed as he led the two Xiaoling envoys to steadily block their attack.

The Buddhist sect has many followers, but it has lost the support of the Pure Land. Meanwhile, the Thunder Department is currently blessed by the divine. With one side gaining and the other losing, as long as one demon Buddhist sect is killed, the Pure Land will not respond, and the Northern Liao will suffer a real loss.

Right now, we need to hurry.

Zhuoxie's eyes gleamed, and he slashed again with his wooden sword, tearing open the bloody mouth of the blue lion and causing the blue lion to scream in agony.

His body grew taller in the wind, reaching a height of a hundred feet, with cyan lightning like a waterfall pouring down upon him, and he began to change.

A crescent moon of blue lightning slowly emerged from the wind, thunder, rain, and clouds, while hundreds and thousands of birds soared endlessly, their spiritual energy flowing and their divine powers of thunder and lightning coalescing into one.

The secret method transmitted in the "Jingxiao Leilang Book" is the "Heavenly Capital Thunder Moon Dharma Body".

The Dharma Body Technique is a secret transmission of the immortal path. It can maximize the use of supernatural powers and increase power. With the support of incense and gold energy, there is no need to worry about the consumption of magical power.

Zhuoxie unleashed his power, the moon swayed slightly, and countless bolts of lightning struck down, causing the green lion to shake its head and cry out in pain as its soul was severed.

A burst of crimson lightning erupted in the sky, and a massive dragon body rose up to fight the red eagle. Scales and claws flew, and blood splattered across the sky. Meanwhile, Qinglang led the Thunder Department to desperately resist the black locusts.

Zhuoxie was worried. Although he had gained the upper hand through the divine way, everything depended on the fact that the True Man Yili could hold back the evil land.

It's hard to say how long it might drag on.

After all, this Qinghua was truly nearing the end of his life, with little time left, and could pass away at any moment.

His gaze shifted to the other two battlefields.

Flames rose and silver lightning pierced the sky. Regardless of whether Xingyou or Xuxuan won first, it would change the course of the battle.

Northern sky.

As the tides rose and fell, silver lightning surged, and terrifying sword intents clashed and slashed down, leaving countless deep furrows in the desert as if it had been plowed. The two figures separated in an instant.

Xu Xuan frowned slightly, no longer holding back. At this point, he had no desire to compete in swordsmanship.

The situation is dire. If the Pure Land above reconnects, and that evil land is able to intervene, the battle will be reversed instantly.

Given the disconnection with the Pure Land, it would have been the perfect opportunity for him to slay these Bodhi and Vajra, but the woman stopped him, which angered him.

The sword light rose into the sky and began its celestial patrol.

Thunder surged around Xu Xuan, and sword light shone brightly. He would rely on the way of the sword to decide the outcome in an instant.

Chou Xi's eyes were calm, like a still lake.

Knowing the power of her opponent's sword move, she stopped advancing and instead slowly turned her sword.

The gray sword was shrouded in turbid energy. She created distance and activated her supernatural powers.

The surging black water encircled the sword, solidified like a serpent, coiling endlessly, yet emanating an aura somewhere between the vast ocean and the turbulent sea, possessing the power of a tsunami.

At this moment, Tian Tuo spoke, and the Lesser Yang golden-white energy surged, seemingly vibrating:
"This is something belonging to the Venerable Han Shui?"

Compared to the much stronger tidal force that emerged last time, Xu Xuan was unable to shake the Moon Pool even after activating it.

Lightning bolts pierced the sky, the Calamity Pool suppressed, and a celestial guillotine materialized out of thin air, locking onto the opponent's life with murderous intent.

Chou Xi stepped forward without retreating. The torrent of black water she unleashed completely dispersed, merging into the sword's edge, frantically attracting the essence of the vast water, solidifying into a tangible substance, and transforming into heavy water.

The vast, heavy water began to surge again, turning into a single line, becoming a tide, and she slowly summoned a Taiyin talisman, pressing it against the sword's edge.

"Listening to the tide".

This sword move combines the changes of heavy water and tides, and also uses the Dao of Renhan Venerable Position. Its power far surpasses that of the past. Chou Xi's eyes are bright, and her spirit has reached its peak.

With a single sword strike, a wave of condensed heavy water surged towards Xu Xuan, while countless lightning chains bound her and escorted her to the execution platform.

Xu Xuan's gaze was deep. A line of sword light suddenly fell from the sky, and a calamity was born. It cut through the waves, but the terrifying black sword tide was endless, pressing down on the void and causing it to collapse, making him feel all sorts of warning signs.

The silver sword light was quickly worn away, but Xu Xuan ignored it and brought his sword down.

As the sword of execution fell, the woman in the light blue dress was brought forward, her fair neck pressed against the execution platform. The guillotine crackled with lightning, and sword intent erupted.

She unleashed her divine power, merging her body with the vastness of the universe, but the boundless ocean was torn apart by that terrifying calamity, leaving only a few specks of the light of reincarnation to resist.

Even if she has magic to protect her now, if she suffers this calamity, she will surely be seriously injured and on the verge of death, and her magical body will be completely destroyed.

"When I observe water, I prioritize following its course."

At the critical moment of life and death, her thoughts inexplicably stretched out, and she seemed to hear a calm and composed voice.

(End of this chapter)