Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 732 Grave

The vast, desolate wilderness.

Crossing the Panlin Forest and traversing the Qinghu Lake, the magnificent Great Wall recedes into the distance behind us. The unbearable brilliance of the Earth element gradually dissipates, and before us lies a vast expanse of desolation and death, with no sign of green.

Amidst the billowing sand, countless golden-armored soldiers busied themselves, moving wood and stone, laying bricks and tiles, and building towering pagodas and treasure platforms, all in a dark black color and adorned with spiritual patterns.

The void shattered, and a person stepped out.

A young man dressed in a dark robe stood in mid-air, his yellow eyes scanning the area. With a flick of his sleeve, the thousands of talisman soldiers below stopped what they were doing and remained still.

【Youyang Sacrifice】is an extremely powerful spiritual power, and its mystery can be said to be the best among the five essences. In comparison, the Spirit Sacrifice path is more about merging and driving spirituality, and its ability to enlighten spirituality is far inferior to that of the Earth Essence.

For puppets and similar creatures to act on their own, in addition to the "Qi Transformation" of diplomacy, they must also generate "Divine Mechanism" within themselves. Without Divine Mechanism, they are the lowest of the low and must be manipulated by spiritual consciousness.

Once you have the divine mechanism, it can operate on its own without any worries. Even the top-tier talisman soldiers and puppets can cultivate on their own, just like living people.

The spiritual essence born from the earth can be used as a divine tool, thus it has many wonderful uses in the realms of talisman soldiers, puppets, and clones, without needing to seek out any subordinates.

These dark buildings were stretched and twisted in the wind and sand, looking like grotesque monsters, but Xu Fayan remained calm and walked towards the center of this area.

Then one sees a nine-tiered platform, made of mud, in a bluish-yellow color, carved with various spirits, and at the very top is a bluish-yellow mud figure, shaped like a sheep.

【Gravesites in Bad Soil】

This spiritual object was given by Qingyang Palace to the King of Junfeng in ancient Shu. It was meant to verify the "Secret Method of the Upper Evil Tomb Embryo," but it was abandoned halfway through.

Originally, this item was intended as a spiritual object for his advancement to the Purple Mansion, but there was an even more mysterious [Shunjie Baoshi Soil] in the [Qingli Yangxiao Jar], so this spiritual object was not used.

Now that this object has been placed here, something mysterious has arisen. It is seen that the object is gradually coming to life. Its originally dormant spirituality is sensing this vast desert, and the sealed earth energy within it is showing signs of emerging into the world.

It will transform into a spirit.

Although it's impossible for it to transform into something at the Purple Mansion level like the Four Earth Spirits, it could probably transform into a peak Foundation Establishment level spirit, or even a mountain and wild deity level spirit.

How to use this soil from the grave is a big problem.

Xu Fayan has been in this desert for ten days, and has refined the sand and soil that covers an area equivalent to several mountains, but it is only like taking a drop of water from the ocean.

【羵羊蕴生】This seal script is extremely mysterious. It can absorb all kinds of soil, not only spiritual objects, but also mountains, mud and sand in a broader sense. Anything with the word "soil" in it is an ordinary thing, and it will be effective after being refined by it.

For example, cultivators who practice the Gen Earth element, even when refining mountains and merging peaks, will choose famous mountains and spiritual peaks, and will never choose places without spiritual energy.

The other earth-element cultivators would not bother refining these non-spiritual sands, as the gains would be less than the mana they expended. Xu Fayan, however, was completely different. He believed that even ordinary soil had its uses, let alone this vast desert left behind by the fallen Youyang.

Strictly speaking, ordinary earth-cultivating cultivators can also refine things here, but none of them can do it with his unbridled, whale-like refining speed, which allows him to collect all the sand and soil as large as Mount Zhongyue in just a few days.

After mastering the supernatural power, his inner world changed like a world unto itself. His ability to refine and absorb energy increased by hundreds or thousands of times. He even had a feeling that if given enough time, he could refine the entire Great Wilderness into his body.

However, this is impossible, since this vast desert will grow on its own and be inexhaustible.

His gaze fell upon the [Grave Sheep Evil Soil] on the stage, and then the shadow behind him began to spread and surge, climbing up and swallowing the thing whole.

[Heavenly Blood Demon Embryo] swallowed this spiritually restored earth and integrated it into his body. [Nether Sheep Sacrifice] was activated, and a certain evil energy that was one with him condensed.

A very thin line of blood slowly seeped from between his eyebrows to his dantian, and then his body split open from the middle, his flesh and blood blooming like flowers, his ribs expanding, and a mass of flesh and blood leaping out from his internal organs.

His physical body quickly recovered and became as normal as an ordinary person.

The lump of flesh and blood fell to the ground and quickly began to change, expanding and growing, transforming into a human form.

He was a Taoist priest with a sheep's head and a human body, wearing a black robe. His yellow eyes were as bright as lamplight, and his aura had reached the peak of Foundation Establishment. His whole body exuded an eerie aura.

"I've met Taoist friends."

The ram-headed Taoist grinned, revealing a bloody mouth.

"From now on, you will be called Wei Yang, and you will cultivate here, refining dust and swallowing earth."

Xu Fayan also had a smile on his face. Strictly speaking, what he made was not a clone. According to the terminology of the Earthly Dao, it was an "external organ," an organ like the heart and lungs, but it could move outside the body.

Other cultivators would have to expend countless precious resources to create such an avatar, but he only needed that one patch of barren soil.

The greatest use of this clone is that it can refine the sand and soil here and enjoy the wonders of the seal script. Although it is only half the speed of the main body, it is better because it is tireless day and night.

Xu Fayan couldn't stay in this desert forever; he had many matters to attend to. As long as he allowed this external organ to refine the sand here, and then brought it back into his body every three years, he could enjoy the benefits.

"This inscription, which can absorb all kinds of soil, can probably not only refine soil, stone, and spiritual objects, but also devour demons and supernatural powers of the Earth Virtue path." His gaze gradually became deep. If he could devour a few Earth Virtue Purple Mansions, his cultivation speed would probably be unbelievably fast.

An insatiable hunger arose within his body. So-called spirits are more easily influenced by the nature of the Daoist tradition, and this is even more pronounced after they acquire supernatural powers.

He is extremely pragmatic and often judges things solely on whether they are worthwhile.

While killing to cultivate is certainly a shortcut, firstly, one would likely be killed by their master, and secondly, one would be completely unable to survive in the immortal path. The loss would far outweigh the gain.

When this scale in his heart sways, it is often not the good people or the bad people who die, but the fools.

'So what if I kill a demon?'

His thoughts gradually began to change. There were many demons overseas, and the Earth Virtue Sect was not uncommon. He could make some plans there, but he probably couldn't find these demons in the Great Li.

'Overseas is the perfect place to conduct business.'

The Earth-Nourishing Path is not afraid of any loose foundation or mixed cultivation. This path is originally loose and bubbly earth, which likes to devour and refine, and can eat almost anything.

They arranged for this Taoist priest, Wei Yang, to stay here, and at the same time hung up the gate's command flag to prevent him from being mistaken for a real demon and killed by passing Zifu.

Xu Fayan slowly digested the benefits he had gained over the past few days. The [Youyang Sacrifice] had become extremely stable from its initial breakthrough, and many mysteries were sensing his life force.

He stepped into the Great Void and headed towards the mountain gate. Now it was time to hand over overseas affairs. The turmoil in the Western Sea was a perfect opportunity for him to act freely.
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Tianhan Pass.

A sharp, silver sword light pierced the sky, cleaving the last fleeing sorcerer in two. His immortal foundation shattered, and he perished instantly. Iron-gray clouds swirled, transforming into hundreds of tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves that fled, only to be swept away by the sword light.

In just three breaths, a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator from the Liao Kingdom perished, and such an event has occurred several times in recent years.

The heavenly soldiers looked at the blue-robed man who slowly sheathed his sword with awe. He was extremely handsome, yet a majestic aura gathered between his brows, like a thunder god, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Lord Liu, the area within a thousand miles of Tianhan Pass has been completely wiped out, and a large formation has been set up."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xingfang nodded slightly without saying anything more. He rode up on thunder, his eyes finally showing some weariness. After conquering Baihe, Tianhan Pass in the distance was naturally under the control of Dali.

The task of eliminating these remaining Liao cultivators was handed over to the generals of the Thunder Department, who then took command of the army.

Riding the wind all the way to the pass, they saw a cultivator dressed in a robe of wind and thunder emerge, his body faintly shimmering with light and azure lightning. He was none other than the Thunder God Envoy.

"Liu Shenwei".

Qinglang did not assert his identity, not only because the other party was a disciple of the Sword Immortal, but more importantly because this person's methods were indeed ruthless. In just a few years, he had probably killed more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators.

However, the other party remained unpromoted, which made Qinglang feel somewhat inferior.

"What brings you here, divine messenger?"

"Now that the area around Tianhan Pass has been pacified, Lord Bijie has ordered you to return to the mountain. In addition, a quota has been approved for you to enter the old site of Sijie for cultivation, which is probably also prepared for you, fellow Daoist."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xingfang's heart stirred. He had received the news long ago, and now his two fellow disciples had both broken through to the Purple Mansion realm, leaving him the only one still stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage, which was somewhat displeasing.

He understood his master's meaning, bid farewell to the Azure Envoy, and then flew towards the gate.

Along the way, yellow sand rolled and the sunlight was dim, but Liu Xingfang felt more emotional. He rode the Thunder, while gently stroking the sword carved with wind and clouds, lions and tigers.

This magic sword has been with him since he began cultivating Qi. From the first achievement of sword intent, to sword essence, and finally to sword Qi, transforming Qi into Qi, he has never forgotten each step.

"Sword intent"

He lightly drew his sword, and a line of silver sword light, stretched to its limit, was slashed out. The dust and smoke parted instantly, and the sky seemed to split open, as if extending his life. He had explored the mysteries of sword energy to the extreme, and now even his immortal foundation was tainted with this extremely mysterious energy.

However, there is no artistic conception.

He always considered himself the sole successor of his master's swordsmanship and often aimed to emulate his elders, but ultimately he was limited by his talent and could not achieve his goal.

His face was reflected on the bright blade of Panpo's sword. His face showed signs of age and was no longer as young as it had been.

Only one thing remained unchanged: the hand holding the sword remained as steady as a rock.

He sheathed his sword, shook his head, and had no more hesitation in his heart. Even if he had not mastered the sword intent, he was unwilling to give up the weapon in his hand. So what if he hadn't mastered it? Did that mean he would stop practicing swordsmanship?

Time is of the essence. A Purple Mansion cultivator who has mastered Sword Qi is far more useful than a Foundation Establishment cultivator who has mastered Sword Intent!

(End of this chapter)