Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 626 Changmao
The Green Palace is majestic.

This place is located in a deep valley, with a palace in the middle. It is one of the thirty-six palaces of Tianye. It has not been affected by supernatural powers, nor has it been attacked by anyone. The surrounding area remains quiet, with green trees forming a forest, which shelters the blue-green palace.

A plaque bearing the inscription "Meng Zhang" hangs high above the golden-white gate, with wisps of wood energy, like dragons, coiling within it.

A tall woman emerged from the valley entrance, clad in wooden armor and carrying a blue eagle on her shoulder. A resolute air emanated from her brows. In her hands she held a black and red talisman inscribed with the word "Dense Forest," which sometimes shifted like a serpent.

Guang Su stopped and looked at the Azure Wood Palace in front of him, his eyes flickering.

'That's whose seat.'

Tianyu Longjun, a Jiamu official, is also a disciple of the Xuanye Immortal.

The Five Lords of Tianye, including the Three Jia and Two Guang, were originally the leaders of the ancient Wood Virtue. Tianyu was one of the Three Lords under the Jia Wood Immortal, and the Qinghua Dao lineage can actually be traced back to the lineage of that Ancient Chai True Lord.

Guang Su has always been an extremely resilient person. After experiencing the fall of her master and the descent of Qinghua Sect, she rarely felt sorrow, but instead pondered the way out of the sect.

I came to this grotto not for any treasures, magical artifacts, or inheritances, but simply to fulfill my master's last wish, to fully acknowledge my ancestry and return to the rightful place of the Qinghua lineage, so that my master may rest in peace.

Guang Su looked at the Mengzhang Dao Palace before her, noticing that the gates were already mostly open. She took a deep breath, and the blue crow on her shoulder shed tears, wailing mournfully:

"Thieves have stolen my nest; the lone crow cannot fly. Thunder, why strike? I have lost my lord!"

Guang Su gently patted the green crow standing on her shoulder. This spirit was a living Xuanxiang, walking autonomously like a spirit beast, but all its actions were formed by supernatural perception and had no intelligence of its own.

[The Traitor's Nest]

This magical power of Guangmu can enhance the power of all trees and improve the formation, but it is not considered powerful. The most profound mystery is that this living spirit can grow with the cultivation level of a person and can be transformed into a second life.

"The crow cherishes old feelings, as if it were still alive; the Daoist friend possesses supernatural powers."

A kind and gentle voice sounded from beside her. Guang Su turned around and saw a man in a green Taoist robe stepping out of the white mist and sighing.

This person had an ordinary appearance, but he possessed an otherworldly and transcendent aura. He wore a green robe with a scene of lush trees, coiled dragons and snakes, and the rising sun. In terms of the style of the robe, it was very similar to that of the Qinghua Taoist lineage.

In terms of cultivation level, the other party possessed a faint aura of wood, suggesting that he had just begun to develop supernatural powers.

"Who is Taoist Fellow Taoist?"

Guang Su subtly distanced himself. Now that he was in the cave, there were countless schemes and plots to be made, and the news of Qinghua's downfall had probably already spread throughout the world.

However, according to her estimation, the other party should be a newly formed Jiamu Purple Mansion, which is just a supernatural power and cannot pose any threat.

"My name is Changmao. I come from overseas and am considered a descendant of the Tianye lineage. It is quite fate that I meet you here today."

A faint dragon's roar echoed from the Dao Palace behind them. Chang Mao had a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel close to him involuntarily. His words were so sincere that they didn't seem fake.

Guang Su believed it.

"I never imagined that the Tianye Daoist lineage still exists overseas. May I ask what your lineage is?"

Curious about the other's lineage, her gaze darted around, when she heard Changmao laugh:
“I worship under the leaves, emerge from the sea, meet the light of the two suns, and be established on the soil of Wuheng. I established my way in the southernmost part of the sky and the easternmost part of the sea. I will perish early, leaving only me to survive.”

'Such arrogance.'

Guang Su secretly thought to herself that she was a very polite person and rarely offended others, so she could only nod in agreement.

What lineage does the brightness of the two yangs represent? It is the ancient lineage of "Gongyang Mingzhou" and "Chanhua Mingxian," while the earth of Wuheng represents the lineage of "Shenshe Xuanwu" and "Daoji Hengshi."

Each of these Daoist veins, taken individually, could pierce the heavens. Not to mention the Twin Yangs, just take the [Shrine Mysterious Earth], which can be directly traced back to the ancient human emperor [Emperor Xuan].

"Since we both inherited the teachings of Tianye, why not travel together?"

The voice seemed to resound directly in her heart. The wood energy between heaven and earth slowly dissipated, the leaves opened a crack, nourishing all the trees, and the surrounding forests became more and more lush. The white sunlight in the sky scattered and turned blue.

“We are complete strangers, but we share a connection through some lineage, so perhaps it is feasible.”

Guang Su suddenly changed her mind, though she didn't know what she was thinking. She simply took a step forward and entered the palace, her tone slightly somber:

"Daoyou, please."

"it is good."

The doors were wide open, and the wood energy dissipated, transforming into various dragon shapes. The ceiling of the main hall was carved with constellations from the eastern sky, resembling a blue dragon.

On the central altar stands a statue of a green-wood immortal, draped in an immortal robe, wearing a black crown, with dragon scales covering his wrists, holding a Dao sword, and a ball of surging white light on his face, faintly emanating the energy of Lesser Yang.

【Mengzhang Yumu Guxun Zhenjun】

The revered name, formed from condensed blue light, manifested beneath the immortal statue. The vermilion incense burner was empty, containing only ashes and no incense.

"Gu Xun?"

Guang Su's brows furrowed with some doubt. She had initially thought it was the remains of the Heavenly Dragon Lord, but judging from the name, it didn't seem quite right.

"【Mengzhang Yumu Guxun Zhenjun】, 【Tianyu Panpi Qinglong】, 【Dongcang Chuming Shenjun】 are all honorific titles of the master of this place, so there is no need to doubt them." The Jia wood energy became increasingly profound, and the Shaoyang azure light flowed uncertainly over the immortal statue. The Taoist behind him stood quietly, seemingly drawing the entire hall to bow down to him.

"I see. I apologize for the incomplete records in my Qinghua. I only know of [Tianyu] No. 1."

Guang Su felt ashamed. There were not many records about Tian Ye in her Qinghua lineage. Firstly, the True Lord left early and had no time to collect the Daoist scriptures. Secondly, it involved Guang Mu and was related to Li Huo's scheme, so she dared not make a big fuss about it.

Changmao smiled slightly and spoke softly:

“Ancient dragon lords used Heaven as their title. Heaven was a title revered by the Great Dao of the Primordial Beginning, and it was a title that could only be used by those who governed the realm of Heaven and Earth, such as Tianpeng of the Thunder Palace, and Tianting that came later.”

Guang Su immediately understood the other party's meaning, and his mind raced. He simply said:
"The dragon governs the sea and has also received the title of 'Heaven,' which is the title of the primordial energy. In this sense, this Dragon Lord has entered the Heavenly Leaf and has been transformed from the beginning to the profound, thus receiving the title of 'Ancient Path.'"

"It should be so."

Changmao's gaze was as deep as the sea as he slowly paced around, looking at the green wooden statue on the altar.

"In ancient times, the world was vast and the outer seas were endless. Even if nine dragons were sent to govern the seas, it would be difficult to encompass them all. The entire South China Sea today is only a part of the 'Ming Sea' governed by the ancient Heavenly Sea Dragon Lord."

As the Taoist's voice rang out, the green wooden statue above seemed to tremble and shone brightly.

"Not to mention that beyond the South China Sea, there should also be the [Dark Sea], which was ruled by [Heavenly Darkness], but it has been completely destroyed by several major battles."

Guang Su had also heard of this matter and was suspicious of it, saying only:
"I wonder, what is this Tianyu Dragon Lord's territory?"

"Located at the confluence of the two seas in the southeast, ten thousand miles away, it was called Panhai. It was destroyed during the great war between Yin and Zhou and fell into ruins. Nothing remains to this day."

Changmao finished speaking and changed the subject, taking out three slender green wood incense sticks and handing them to Guangsu.

"Since you are a member of the Tianye Dao lineage, you should offer incense to your former master."

Guang Su fell silent. Looking at the three sticks of incense in her hand, she said softly:

"Our Qinghua sect was originally a small temple under Yinguang. Back then, our ancestor Panzhang cultivated to perfection in the Five Methods and received guidance from a certain great man on the Wood Virtue, which enabled him to attain enlightenment. He sought the position of this Heavenly Yu Dragon Lord."

"Qinghua."

She couldn't continue. Who should be blamed for things getting to this point?

Is it the fault of that Yi Wood Demon Lord, or the Jia Wood Old Dragon, or the Great Li Emperor's family? It seems that all of them are related, but none of them are the main cause. The position of gold is taken from fire, and few in the world can sit on it peacefully.

At this moment, she sensed a change in the remains of the green wood left by her master, a slight dissipation of energy that calmed Guang Su's mind.

"It is appropriate to offer a stick of incense."

Guang Su took the incense, stood in the burner, and used his magic to light it. The azure incense flames rose slowly, and a solemn aura emanated from the hall.

She bowed respectfully, her heart filled with complex emotions. But after doing all this, she felt as if a heavy weight had finally been lifted from her heart, and she could now face Tianye, Yinguang, and the various changes in her own Qinghua lineage with equanimity.

"Why don't you offer incense, fellow Daoist?"

After Guang Su finished performing the rituals, he turned around and saw that there was no one behind him. It was as if the Taoist Chang Mao had vanished into thin air.

Strange indeed!

A secret suspicion arose in her mind, but she dared not be sure. At this moment, the entire Dao Palace began to tremble, the great formation collapsed, and a dazzling Jia wood light rose from the core of the formation.

A green wooden pagoda slowly descended from it, adorned with dragons and snakes, and carved with precious leaves. At the top of the pagoda, a beam of tangible white light emanated from the Lesser Yang.

As the light of the Lesser Yang descended, the energy on the tower subtly changed, gaining the energy of the Guangmu tree, which was quite mysterious.

"[Panyang Pagoda]."

Guang Su naturally accepted the tower. After sensing it for a moment, she learned its name and that it was indeed an ancient treasure, but she was not sure about its power.

"That Changmao"

She shook her head slightly, composed herself, and walked out of the Taoist palace.

A violent and malevolent dragon roar emanated from the Jianmu spiritual root at the core of the cave, accompanied by a brilliant crimson light that stretched across the sky from north to south, forming a dazzling band of light.

"A Spirit Thunder Dragon!"

Guang Su's mind raced. The aura emanating from that dragon's roar was so astonishing that it reminded her of the commotion when her master was about to pass away. In fact, that dragon's roar was even more intense.

The nature of the spiritual thunder is like blazing fire, which is not friendly to the wood element. The appearance of such a strange spiritual thunder dragon here cast a shadow over Guang Su's heart.

She always harbored some apprehension towards those born under the dragon sign.

Now that they had entered the cave, there was no reason to retreat. The remnant of the wooden dragon left by their master was also sensing something, faintly pointing ahead. They could see verdant mountains, a mysterious pavilion standing tall, and the light of wood virtue filling the surroundings.

It's time to move forward.

(End of this chapter)