Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 594 Falling Clouds
"How can it be considered as a concept?"

A deep and righteous voice echoed from the hall, where azure and yellow light gathered. Several yellow candles were lit inside, their glow like stars illuminating the four walls. Below the hall were six or seven Taoist priests dressed in azure and yellow robes, listening quietly to the profound meaning.

Outside the door, the sky was dark and shrouded in mist. At the highest point of the main hall stood an old Taoist priest dressed in a light blue immortal robe. His face was slender and his demeanor was mysterious. He seemed to be standing here, yet also seemed to be far away at the edge of the world, like a piece of thick earth that would never run dry.

The old Taoist priest looked around, a smile on his face, his gaze sweeping over the group of disciples.

"Reporting to Master, it lies hidden beneath the earth, transforming from barren to fertile, changing its nature in two ways; this is the [Yin]."

A woman spoke first. She was thin and had a calm face. When she spoke, she had a certain air about her. There was a faint earth magic around her, which swirled and rippled, transforming into yellow sand and locusts.

How to be oneself?

"The self is the recorder, who records the form of the earth and is in charge of all histories. It also has the function of dispersing the earth's energy and nourishing the five grains. This wonderful function can also be performed by the Great Dao of the Earth."

There was a hint of arrogance in her tone, but the Taoist priests beside her were in an uproar.

"good."

The old Taoist priest on the seat adjusted his large blue sleeves, which were decorated with patterns of abundant harvests and peace throughout the world. Every time he waved them, he could influence the outside world, causing the mountains and rivers where the Qingyang Xuan Palace was located to turn into blue clouds.

"Chishi, how do you interpret this meaning?"

He looked down, his gaze gentle.

The Taoist priest in the center below came to his senses. He was extremely handsome, but there was a faint gloom between his brows, which made him appear even more extraordinary.

“Reporting to Master, I have studied the ‘White Qiang Ghost Feeding Sacrifice Text’. Perhaps it would be better to interpret it according to the seasons, as a cycle of soil, fertile and rich, barren and desolate, to correspond to the position of the Heavenly Thunder?”

Chi Shi Ruo pondered for a moment, hesitated, and then said:

"The heavens are governed by thunder, and the earth by soil; together they govern the cycle of seasons."

The old Taoist priest on the seat slightly raised his head, his tone filled with emotion.

"The Qingyang lineage seized the position of Taiyou. Back then, He wanted to become a Nascent Soul cultivator and was thinking of the same path, but He was killed by Tianye's Gu Sui."

When he mentioned this name, a sense of malice arose suddenly, as if the howl of a demon was rising from the heavens and earth. The old Taoist priest on the seat raised his hand and stroked it, and everything returned to silence.

"However, the mystery of Si Tian was proven by the former Lord Tian Ting. He was a disciple of Tian Peng and became the leader of the Northern Society after the fall of Lei Palace, so naturally no one had any objections."

"As for Qingyang, three rulers have emerged since the time of this Venerable One, but the positions change very quickly, and no one has fully realized their intentions, and no one has even reached the level of the former Youyang."

"Master——"

Chi Shi seemed to have a question, but then he saw the old Taoist priest above stand up and look down.

"From this day forward, I will travel to the [Blessed Land of White Paper] to pay homage to Immortal Ji, in order to fulfill my superior's command and shed my immortal form. The Earth element was established by the King of Shu, and I, being the immortal lineage of Shu, should assist it and not go against the tide."

“If I do not return, the land will lose its place, which means I have resolved the cause and effect, and I will depart from here. Future generations will bear witness to this.”

The woman on the other side seemed to have a hint of anger in her eyes, but her tone was restrained as she said only:

"Master! The conflict between Shu and Zhao is nothing short of the meaning of the Blessed Land of Blank Paper, if only the Immortal Gengwu were still alive."

"Junior Sister Wei, be careful what you say."

Chi Shi spoke solemnly, and looked up, only to find that there were no human figures in the main hall, only a patch of azure light, and his fellow disciples around him were also gone.

"Master, what are your instructions?"

He bowed his head in worship, but heard a faint sigh.

"The method of treating evil graves and fetuses left by the patriarch has been passed on to you. You may continue to compile it. If the time is right, you can make plans again."

"If the situation becomes unstable, you can be sent to the Shu Palace to seek protection. You are destined to be a grave sheep, and you will live a very long life. As for the future of the green sheep, that is up to you."

Two objects emerged from that azure light: a blue treasure plate and a dark bronze cauldron, which were none other than the [Heavenly Essence Azure Year Plate] and the [Dark Sheep Feeding Cauldron].

"Choose, whether to become an immortal or a demon, it is all my path."

A mysterious and long sound came from above, but Chi Shi slowly got up, activated his supernatural powers, and suppressed the two artifacts below.

"Disciple is willing to accept all of this, to recreate the primordial soil, and to seek the profound path!"

The rolling sandstorm interrupted Badland's thoughts. He hadn't thought about these things for a long time, and now, activating the [Heavenly Essence Azure Age Plate] and the [Nether Sheep Feeding Cauldron] together again made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

What struck down from the sky was a beam of wisdom sword light.

This area of ​​the Dharma Realm was shattered and could no longer be sustained. The supernatural powers within the body of that Taoist began to shrink and dissipate, losing all their mystery. The battle between the two finally came to an end.

"It's time to wake up, Badlands."

Gu Zhou, dressed in a white monk's robe, fluttered in the wind and sand. His tone was solemn, as if he were giving a wake-up call. However, the flesh beneath the blue monk's robe quickly dissipated, leaving only a roll of blue-yellow Taoist robe, which was then collected into the cauldron.

A demon with a head like a sheep and a body like a human stepped out of the dark cauldron, grasped the two spiritual treasures again, and looked over with a fire-like light in its turbid yellow eyes.

The yellow sheep beast below began to tremble. It opened its mouth and spat out the golden body made of yellow clay. The evil earth opened its eyes and looked over with a pair of identical pupils, full of coldness.

"It's time to end."

With Shengle already lost, the Liao army's defeat was inevitable. At present, the only hope for truly inflicting damage on the Li Kingdom lies with Feng Yan.

As for him, he had other matters to attend to.

"I feed the wild sheep, and the world is vast and desolate."

The evil earthman, dressed in a sallow monk's robe, spoke in a ghostly tone, but the demonic body on the other side seemed to have heard the order. One of the bronze chains on his body broke free, and billowing demonic energy soared into the sky, shaking the earth.

The earth's energy between Shengle and Yinshan was completely drained away, turning into a vast expanse of yellow sand, devoid of any green color. Only a mighty, turbulent aura of evil and blood surging and crashing within the cracks in the earth.

The evil karma accumulated over thousands of years in the [Youyang Feeding Cauldron] was poured into this place without restraint. Even though the ancient boat was filled with white paper scrolls, it still could not resist it and could only watch helplessly as the surrounding area was completely turned into a wasteland.

Therefore, even if Dali accepts this place, it will probably take a very long time to clean it up.

Evil Earth's gaze grew colder. With a wave of his sleeve, he first recalled Qing Chong and Xun Lin, who were still fighting below, leaving only Feng Yanshang still battling Da Li.

"Feng Yan, never forget the Emperor's decree!"

His tone was solemn as he cast his spell for the last time. Rolling yellow sand blotted out the sky and swept towards Yinshan Mountain. Connecting with the evil and desolate energy in the earth, countless demons emerged from it and attacked.

With a single slash of the sword of wisdom, all the demons scattered.

Gu Zhou turned his gaze to Feng Yan, only to find it was too late. After the yellow sand, a long spear shimmering with blue light pierced through a person's body, cracks spreading across it, and the person's supernatural powers and life rapidly dissipated under the mysterious transformation.

He hesitated for a moment, but still made his move, willing to fall into this karma. But what came towards him was a rolling cloud of blood. After blasting through the light, a figure covered in blood-red hair stepped out, emanating an extremely terrifying aura. The long spear in his hand steadily lifted up a person.

"Come!"
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Zhuo Xie looked at the spear that had pierced through him, and bursts of dark blue immortal light erupted, causing his Heavenly Thunder Divine Power to rapidly transform from yin to yang. First, it turned into a hazy purple light, and then into golden divine thunder, solidified like a blade, piercing through his body.

The Mysterious Qi Weapon, the [Tai Xuan Dragon and Serpent Spear], belongs to the Feng Clan of the Yan Dynasty. Only those with the blood of Fu Yi Xuan can wield it. If the [Chi Xiao] is a rare magic weapon in the world as the fundamental weapon of Bing Fire, then this [Tai Xuan Dragon and Serpent Spear], although belonging to the Purple Mansion, is something that even True Monarchs must take notice of.

The mystery is the unfolding of Yin and Yang, revealing the wondrous essence of the Five Virtues.

His inner supernatural powers struggled and tried to coalesce before this artifact, but all his efforts were in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the figure covered in long red hair lifted him up.

Feng Yan seemed to have lost his mind, his roar was like a beast, and his physical body was so strong that even spiritual treasures would spark when they hit it.

"As expected, it is a demon." [Fu Yun] said in a low voice, watching Zhuo Xie being pierced by a spear. The Water and Fire Jade Sword in his hand slashed out with a faint light, like a snake leaping, and pierced the heart of the blood-red demonic figure.

boom!
Beneath the crimson fur, a pair of bright, radiant eyes opened, emitting incredible light. Feng Yan reached out with his other hand and punched the magic sword in the opponent's hand, knocking it away.

"Wait a minute—"

The spear in his hand began to vibrate violently, with dragon and snake patterns appearing on the green wooden spear shaft, and a shimmering light bursting out from Zhuoxie's body.

Feng Yan tried to pull the spear back, but a powerful force came from the tip of the spear. Zhuo Xie stretched out his hands, his usually cold and composed face now showing a hint of madness, and gripped the weapon tightly.

"Exorcism!"

He spat out billowing blue blood vapor, which transformed into thunderbolts that scattered across the sky, causing a great storm to rage between heaven and earth. The blue thunderbolts swept across the sky, suppressing the rampant yellow sand.

[Fu Yun] stopped, seemingly understanding something, and sighed.

"pity."

Arashiyama's face showed a hint of shame. He dared not look at the Thunder God General who was nailed to the spearhead. If anyone could be sacrificed to seriously injure Feng Yan, there was no doubt that only Zhuo Xie had the ability to do so.

Thunderbolts strike the soul.

Even with the descent of a protector from the Northern Saint True Lord, whose cultivation surpasses even the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, they could only barely suppress Feng Yan for a short time.

Whether using fire, true qi, or any other lineage, it would be difficult to cause any substantial damage to this Liao general.

The Li Kingdom is not lacking in cultivators capable of dealing with this person, but none of them are peak Purple Mansion cultivators who can fight as casually as Feng Yan, disregarding their injuries at all. That is the real difference.

Among the Daoist lineages at the Golden Core level, only the Ding Fire of Fu Chen and the Xiao Thunder of Shang Xiao are capable of dealing with this Blood Qi.

The battle situation changed in an instant. Zhuo Xie had exhausted his life force, and although his inner supernatural powers were already difficult to use, he could still condense the sounds of thunder and lightning, which reverberated and struck Feng Yan.

The Gengjin sword light pierced through the battlefield like the sun traversing the sky, instantly slashing into Feng Yan's back. It was as if thousands of swords had cleaved through his body, bursting out in clouds of blood mist, and the golden scales fell back into the hands of a man in golden robes.

Wan Jin was not seriously injured. Even though the demon Du Tu's [Qingtian Tower] was indeed extraordinary, being an ancient artifact of pure qi and profound veins, how could it possibly withstand the Taibai Ancient Gold Sword?

However, Feng Yan's physical body seemed to have withstood the attack.

Even with the perspective of someone from the Wan Jin Immortal Sect, he was stunned for a moment, and a chill ran through him.

'evildoer.'

It should be known that Geng metal is inherently a first-class weapon of slaughter, and this [Golden Scale] sword accompanied the True Lord's path to enlightenment, possessing extremely strong killing intent and hidden sword intent.

Among the Purple Mansion cultivators of the Great Li, there was absolutely no one who could take it with their physical body, yet this illogical thing happened right before his eyes.

Boom!

A vast, golden light rose between heaven and earth, locking and confining him, concealing the bloody light. A golden armor descended from the void, enveloping Feng Yan's body and fitting it perfectly.

"【The Treasury Lock God Armor】—How dare you defy the Feng Clan's possessions!"

As Feng Yan roared, the entire Yinshan Mountain trembled under his cry. The blinding golden light gradually blocked the acupoints of his body, spreading inward.

Fu Yun stepped forward, sighed, and the jade sword in his hand emitted a vast burst of true qi that subdued demons, firmly locking onto Feng Yan's somewhat demonized body.

The tortoise and snake intertwined their necks, water and fire complemented each other, and the vast true qi and magic light condensed on the magic sword, while Fu Yun's figure gradually arched like a crane, and the magic sword was the crane's beak.

[Ascension Platform] The power of this supernatural ability was mobilized to the extreme. The sword of true qi emitted a brilliant white light, piercing through heaven and earth, and stabbed out at high speed. Feng Yan's armor flew off instantly, freeing him from this predicament.

The Xuan spear remained motionless, as if rooted to the ground. Within Zhuoxie's body, which was pinned above, a talisman wreathed in azure lightning manifested, resonating with its surroundings. This made the tip of the spear feel as heavy as heaven and earth, rendering it completely immobile.

This is the essence of Shangxiao, the highest achievement of the Xiaolei Talisman, the [Dutian Jingxiao Talisman], which has the wonder of communication between heaven and man, neither life nor death.

The demonic hand, wrapped in rolling blood-red hair, reached out and punched, instantly piercing through Zhuoxie's chest, which was locking the spear, but the heavy pressure remained unchanged.

"You're insane, the person I want to kill isn't you."

Feng Yan's tone was tinged with anger, but the beam of true qi in the sky, like a white crane, had already pierced down, and the vast water and fire tore through his physical body, eroding the demonic energy and suppressing his flesh.

"The Venus is the source of gold; I urge you, my lord, to punish the rebellious."

A clear, solemn commercial sound rang out, and a sliver of golden light slashed down along Feng Yan's wounds, causing him to let out a muffled groan. But he refused to release the [Tai Xuan Dragon Serpent Spear].

This item is the key to enabling him to exert his full power without completely falling into demonic ways. He was still somewhat hesitant, his gaze beneath the blood-red hair turning to Lanshan beside him.

The emperor of the Great Li Dynasty retreated with a cold smile, slowly walking out of the encirclement. A golden armor stood in front of him.

"does it worth?"

Feng Yan's physical body slowly recovered. Even after suffering such a severe injury, he still straightened his spine. His blood-red fur danced in the air, but his eyes held a majestic majesty. He was still a human, not a blood demon.

He looked at the man on the tip of the gun, his tone puzzled.

Zhuoxie used to have an extremely cold face, but now this Thunder God General and Shangxiao Zhenren's expression has become richer, and a flame is burning deep in his pupils.

"I knew that evil land was coming, and I understood that Yunxiao was on the same path. I will have to figure out his methods."

His physical body was already shattered beyond recognition, only supported by the immortal talisman bestowed by the patriarch, preventing it from being completely destroyed by the surging mystical light and blood energy.

As the lightning dissipated, the hand that held the gun gradually returned to a human form. Even though he was being called a demon, Feng Yan was unusually silent at this moment.

"My victory was not honorable, but I cannot disobey the Emperor's command."

A mysterious light, like the sun and moon, rose from the tip of the spear. The move originally intended to deal with Lanshan was instead used on this Shangxiao True Person. The opponent's physical body began to rapidly transform into nothingness, returning to the Dao of Heaven and Earth in an irreversible process.

"Feng Yan!"

The man pinned to the spear tip stepped forward, ignoring his injuries. Heavy lightning re-condensed, and his supernatural powers could be vaguely seen taking shape.

"You dare to underestimate my Heavenly Thunder Technique!"

His eyes seemed to shoot out thousands of bright lights. At some unknown time, a faint blue crescent moon rose in the sky and shone on the two of them. Then, a series of thunderclaps resounded from the sky.

"The law originates from all paths, the path originates from all hearts, the heavens have nine heavens, the Jade Purity descends with thunder, I command my primordial spirit to summon that void—"

The azure moon in the sky fell straight down and crashed into Feng Yan's soul, while the Taiyin Spirit Bracelet in his hand was pried open by a beam of true qi light. There was also a thick layer of iron-gray spiritual energy on his soul, all of which was cleansed by the thunder.

This strike, which embodied Zhuoxie's lifelong cultivation, truly injured him, causing Feng Yan to feel a splitting headache, unease in his soul, and the surrounding world to spin wildly.

"The Heavenly Thunder Technique. Excellent, excellent, I have witnessed it."

The mysterious light at the tip of the spear suddenly rose. Among those present, only Wan Jin wanted to draw his sword to block it. However, when the Geng metal sword energy touched the mysterious light, it instantly turned into Xin metal frost and was blocked.

puff!
Like popping a bubble, Zhuoxie's body completely exploded, his life returning to the heavens and earth. A light drizzle fell over the entire area from Yinshan to Shengle, and blue thunder condensed like the moon, hanging high in the sky.

The wasteland, which had been polluted by the evil energy of the soil, began to change. As the seasons changed and the celestial phenomena shifted, it began to turn green again, bringing life back to this land that should have been lifeless.

The streak of blood-red light struggled to escape, swaying precariously as if severely wounded, before returning to the void. No one pursued it further; inflicting such damage was enough. The immediate priority was to stabilize Sheng Le.

Wan Jin put away the spirit sword, only to see a blue armor and a wooden sword falling from the sky and being buried by the newly grown grass and trees on the ground.

The heavens cleanse evil, and today my body perishes.

(End of this chapter)