Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 675 Solar Eclipse
Heavenly Bow.

This sea is located south of Tianchi. It was originally the residence of the Immortal Huanyan of the Shenjing Dao. Later, the Purple Mansion of this Hongxia Dao moved away from here, and this place gradually became a gathering place for various demon races that were affiliated with Tianchi.

A rainbow spans the sea, its surface shimmering in the sunlight. What was originally a peaceful seascape is now shattered by bursts of noise.

A giant, blue-armored tortoise, as large as a small mountain, rose from the sea and swam away. Its long, black, golden beak was hooked by a thin, golden rope, from which strange forces emanated.

The giant tortoise, in pain, let out a series of muffled cries and had no choice but to swim forward, pulled by the rope.

"Faster, faster!"

Standing firmly in the center of the jade-like tortoise shell was a dragon prince, about ten years old, dressed in a well-fitting purple robe with wind and thunder dragon patterns, his horns like lightning, his scales like purple copper, and a fierce and unruly air between his brows.

Lightning crackled in his hand, causing the giant tortoise below to suffer terribly.

It was Mu Sheng. This dragon prince had only been born for three years, but his physical body had already shown extremely strong talent. In terms of strength alone, he had already reached the pinnacle of fetal breathing.

"Young master, this green turtle has been swimming for three days. If it continues to struggle, it will probably collapse from exhaustion."

Behind the dragon prince followed a demon general clad in azure-gold cloud-patterned armor. His aura of Gui water was quite robust, indicating he was already at the late Foundation Establishment stage. A golden mark adorned his brow, giving him a rather divine appearance.

Mo Xi was ordered to look after this dragon prince. She thought it would be a simple task, but she did not expect this young master to be so troublesome. He worked almost day and night. Even the most dull-witted demons in the Heavenly Pool would have to leave as soon as they saw this dragon prince.

"It's boring."

Mu Sheng loosened the long golden rope in his hand, then kicked it hard, causing the blue turtle below to shudder and be kicked into the sea, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Mo Xi's eyelids twitched at the sight. He felt that the other party's physical talent far surpassed that of ordinary dragons, and his physical characteristics were somewhat similar to those of dragons like Ye Guang.

Could it be that our king's ancestors actually had the bloodline of Ye Guang, and now his offspring has reverted to that ancestor? Or is this dragon prince actually a descendant of Ye Guang, adopted by our king?
He looked at the incredibly lively Mu Sheng in front of him and immediately felt a headache coming on. Compared to Mu Sheng, the other Mu Yulong was much quieter, spending almost all her time in the water palace and rarely causing trouble.

At this moment, Mu Sheng transformed into a small purple-scaled dragon and lunged forward, trying to shake off Mo Xi who was watching him from behind.

"Son!"

Mo Xi suddenly felt a headache coming on. He could easily catch up with the other party, but Mu Sheng had already performed this trick countless times in the past three days. If he didn't keep a close eye on him for a while, he would let him get away.

He was about to ride the wind to stop it when he suddenly stopped. In an instant, the seawater turned into yellow mud, and the little purple-scaled dragon was trapped in it and could not escape.

The void shattered, and the dark earth shimmered with light. A kind-looking old cultivator in a dark robe stepped out and stood in front of the purple-scaled dragon.

The purple-scaled dragon transformed into a boy, who was quite wary, and said:

"You are Hou Ni Yao Wang, a subordinate of my father. What are you doing here to stop me?"

"His Majesty has chosen a place for the young master to study Taoism, and the agreement has been reached. Today, he has specially ordered me to escort the young master there."

Hou Ni smiled very kindly, but his hands kept moving, and he used his magic to lift Mu Sheng up.

"you--"

The little dragon was immediately terrified. Seeing that it could not break free, it cried out.

"I want to see my father, I want to see my father!"

Suddenly, thunder roared, and the void was pierced. A figure in purple robes stepped out and lifted the dragon prince by the neck with one hand.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Hou Ni and Mo Xi bowed in unison, not daring to raise their heads.

"Sheng'er, why do you call me father?"

Xu Xuan smiled slightly, and his triangular dragon pupils looked over. The intimidating aura emanating from his bloodline was slightly released, instantly making Mu Sheng in his hand behave properly.

“Father, I miss you, that’s why I called out to you.”

Mu Shengsheng's voice revealed utter fear, a memory etched into the bloodline of the dragon race. They were all afraid of angering their father and being swallowed up like a snack.

"Now that we've seen it, you can go to Dongcang to learn the Dao. I've gone to great lengths to get you in, so if you cause any trouble..."

Xu Xuan's words implied a desire to deal with the dragon prince, and his tone was somewhat harsh.

Mu Sheng remained silent, listless, and simply agreed.

Seeing this, Xu Xuan nodded in satisfaction and tossed his child to Hou Ni.

"What's the situation in Dongcang now?"

When Xu Xuan inquired about this matter, he looked at Hou Ni.

"Your Majesty, this sect now has a total of three thousand disciples, a mix of humans and demons, mostly scattered from the southeastern two seas, and some of them are destined for greatness."

Hou Ni carefully protected Mu Sheng beside him, her tone slightly somber:
"As for the Purple Mansion, besides the Azure Dragon King, there is also a True Man Wei who cultivates the Taiyin and serves as its patron, residing in a place called the White Moon Palace."

"This person actually made it to Dongcang."

Xu Xuan calmed down a bit, but he still didn't know what this Taiyin Zhenren was plotting. Hou Ni, standing beside him, continued:

"There is also a Jiamu Zhenren who has reached the later stage of cultivation. He built a hermitage on the edge of the Panhai Sea to cultivate. I heard that he was from the Zifu of the Dali Qiuqing lineage. I went there to seek the Dao but was rejected."

"Qiuqing?"

Xu Xuan's heart stirred; he never expected that a true master of the Qiuqing Sect would come to this place.

However, Dongcang Sect is considered the orthodox school of Jia wood in the world today. If the other party wants to advance further, coming here would be suitable. It's just unknown what they think of the sect.

'If all else fails, I will personally handle the Tai Xuan matter after the Northern Expedition ends.'

He was determined to obtain this sacred mountain, not only because it was his hometown, but also because it was the gateway to Sichuan.

From Chiyun, crossing Yuliu and heading south, passing through Guyang and circumventing Jingchu, one can directly enter Shu along the Daling Mountains. It can be said that this area is the southwestern gateway.

If one wishes to travel to the Western Sea, one can leave from Shu, cross the southern border, and pass through the various Wu kingdoms, traveling tens of thousands of miles along the sea route to reach the Western Sea.

His sect currently has three main territories under planning: the Northwest Red Cloud, the Shu land of Jindu, and the West Sea of ​​Baicang. It can be said that in order to connect these three territories, the Tai Xuan Mountain in the Great Ridge is indispensable as a gateway.

"Sheng'er".

Xu Xuan's thoughts returned, and he looked at Mu Sheng.

"What are your orders, Father?"

As the dragon prince departed, he knew the priorities of the matter and dared not cause any more trouble. "I have imparted to you the cultivation technique and spiritual energy. Once you have entered this path, you can prepare to begin your closed-door cultivation to break through the Qi Refining stage. [Thunderous Swamp] is the foundation of Thunderclap, and you must carefully comprehend it."

"Yes."

"When you join our sect, you must be careful in everything you do. It is a Golden Core sect and the lineage of the Dragon Lord. There are many people with outstanding talents among them, especially those of human origin. You must not underestimate them."

Xu Xuan continued in a low, melancholic tone:
"If someone uses their cultivation level to bully you, your father will naturally stand up for you, but if you are defeated by someone of the same cultivation level..."

"Your son understands, and will never tarnish your father's reputation!"

"That's not it."

Xu Xuan turned his gaze to Mu Sheng. Although he had only been born a few years ago, the child had already become quite mature and even possessed some of the ferocity of a dragon.

"You have followed me the most, cultivated the Thunderclap Technique, and even obtained the Dragon Appearance of the Radiant Light. You should regard yourself as a first-class master in the future and must not act so recklessly. If you fail too many times when you are young, even if you become a Purple Mansion in the future, you will often be the subject of ridicule."

"What deserves death, what deserves retreat—shouldn't I have taught you that?"

"I see."

Mu Sheng nodded firmly, displaying the ferocity and stubbornness of a dragon, but his eyes gradually calmed down, and he didn't say much.

"Mo Xi, you shall go with me and keep a close eye on him."

Xu Xuan turned his gaze to Mo Xi, who was waiting to the side. Logically speaking, Qing Hui was from his mother's clan, so he trusted her completely.

"Yes, Your Majesty's command."

Mo Xi dared not show any dissatisfaction on her face, but in her heart she felt as if the sky had fallen. She knew this young master was already so difficult to care for in Tianchi; if he were to rise in cultivation and enter a celestial sect in the future...
Just thinking about it gave him a headache, but after some consideration, Mo Xi felt a sense of pride.

This young master from Mu Province is clearly being groomed to be the next master of the Dragon Clan. I am fortunate to have been able to serve as his personal guard. As long as I can get through this period, I will be fine.
At this moment, Hou Ni received the order to retreat. With a wisp of magical light in his hand, he swept up Mu Sheng and Mo Xi together, stepped into the void, and headed towards the Pan Hai in the southeast.

"The Pan Sea has been restored, but when will the Hui Sea be complete?"

Xu Xuan looked towards the far south. Beyond the Holy Land of Universal Salvation lay boundless void, with howling winds and supernatural powers unable to cross it. This was the Daoist temple of that True Lord Yuan Yan.

In the past, the South China Sea encompassed the Ming and Hui Seas. Today, the South China Sea only occupies half of the Ming Sea, while the other vast Hui Sea has long been completely destroyed and turned into nothingness.

With a thought, he returned to Renhai. Under the blessing of the Haidu Grand Array, as long as his thoughts were directed without interference, he could freely escape on this Heavenly Pool.
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Above the Ren Sea, the waves are calm and still.

Xu Xuan stood silently in the void, his mind calm and focused, sensing the inner landscape.

A deep darkness enveloped the interior, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, leaving only an intense, overwhelming darkness. Beneath this night, countless swiftly appearing purple lights, like dragons soaring through the sky, vanish in an instant.

[Ye Zhaoye] The Xuanxiang is almost complete, and he is not far from achieving supernatural powers.

He regained his composure and stepped out of the void, when he suddenly sensed something was amiss. The sunlight seemed to have dimmed somewhat.

Xu Xuan raised his head and looked up at the sky. He saw that the crack in the sky above the South China Sea was still there, shrouded in deep chaotic energy, like a gray-blue wound that had been drawn across the sky.

The sun set in the west, gradually becoming shrouded in shadow, darkening, and its light faded. The sun was without light, and hot winds blew across the sea from Heitang to Fenglin.

Eclipse.

This strange phenomenon was so vast that it could be seen almost everywhere in the world, and Xu Xuanwei, being in the South China Sea, was able to see the strange phenomenon in the west in its entirety.

"This is... that Golden Crow."

Xu Xuan's heart grew solemn. He had received the news from Guangze long ago and had some idea of ​​what was going on. However, this strange phenomenon was too astonishing. He wondered what level of cultivation Jiaoyang had reached.

From the water palace below, a ray of red light suddenly rose into the air, and Yang Yuanxin was seen approaching with a hurried expression. His golden-red feathers trembled slightly, and he carried a letter that emitted a dark light in his hand.

Xu Xuan immediately felt a sense of unease and stepped forward to ask:
"What's the matter?"

Yang Yuanxin's brows furrowed with deep urgency as she grasped Xu Xuan's hand, her crimson eyes flashing:
"My brother sent me a message. He will be leading troops to the Western Sea to prepare for the conquest of India. He asked me to keep an eye on Feng Yan."

"Sindhu?"

Xu Xuan was startled. Although Sindhu was far inferior to Li Liao, and there was not even a unified regime in it, its territory was not much different from that of Da Li. The demons and sorcerers in it were not easy to deal with!

Why conquer this land?

"My brother said he received orders from Yanggu and has now gone to the Western Sea to assemble troops, led by Jinwu Yang Chongzhou."

Yang Yuanxin's tone was full of worry, but Xu Xuan sensed something amiss.

"Yes, the way of dry yang is for tyrannical rule and evil policies. If that Golden Crow is to return, how can he be without territory? Now that Liao is naturally untouchable, then only India remains!"

Sindhu is divided into twelve regions. The northern and southern ends are under the jurisdiction of the Shanjian Temple, while the central region is the territory of the Tianlin Dragon Lord's clan, which is the sacred land of reincarnation ruled by the Ashe Dragon Girl.

"Do not act rashly for now. This matter is of great importance and requires careful consideration."

Xu Xuan gradually came to his senses and said softly:
"The Dragon Court has informed me that the Demon Lord of Blazing Sun will return. Huiming cultivates the Path of Bright Light, which is the unproven 'Dry Yang,' and perhaps this will be his opportunity."

"Now, we should try to contact your father."

He quickly grasped the current situation. Whether it was Yang Yuanxin or Yang Yuanyi, the whereabouts of this brother and sister pair were arranged by Daoyan. And now that the situation has changed drastically, it is time for this Fire Crow to be born.

Yang Yuanxin gradually calmed down, let out a long sigh, and looked over with bright eyes.

"I need to go back to Fengyan."

"Let's go together."

Xu Xuan naturally took this very seriously, not only because of the past friendship with the Fire Crow, but also because of the immortal proverb. In the prediction of the Pure Yang True Lord, also known as the Returning Daoist, "Dry Yang" should be the first to be proven.

In the arrangement of the Taiqing Dao, the so-called balance of Yin and Yang is precisely the absence of the Great Dao that is the opposite of "cold Yin".

Whether or not the Golden Crow can obtain the certificate is related to the entire plan of the Southern Sea Dragon Court for the future situation, as well as Xu Xuan's own pursuit of the gold.

'However, it's rather difficult to expect this Golden Crow to stand on the same side as the Dragon Court.'

Xu Xuan then recalled the various rumors about this second son of the Golden Crow. The other party's temperament was unpredictable, and if he really achieved the Nascent Soul stage, it would probably not be a good thing for the world.

The two rode the wind, stepped into the void, and went straight to Fengyan.

The solar eclipse continued, turning the sun into a dark, almost black color, with what appeared to be a three-legged golden crow standing within it, while rings of white light emanated from the edges of the sun.

(End of this chapter)