Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 737 Xu
Lizhou, Taixu.

The vast emptiness, like a shattered mirror, slowly opened and closed, with countless black incantations weaving and intertwining within, forming a thin line, from which one could vaguely see billowing incense and golden energy surging in from afar.

Heavenly Poison Secret Realm.

This secret realm is located in the vast emptiness of Lizhou, extremely hidden from outsiders, and only high-level cultivators of the divine path, or even true immortals of the imperial family, can visit it.

Beyond this fine line woven with incantations, one sees all sorts of strange sights: poisonous insects gather, and witches and ghosts run about, all surrounding a towering, blue mountain.

This mountain resembles an insect egg or an altar. The incense smoke from afar is poured onto it and slowly absorbed by the mountain. At the foot of this mountain, shamans respectfully offer their prayers.

A man dressed in a jet-black sorcerer's robe and wearing a bronze demon mask entered from the outside. His skin was pale, his flesh withered, and his supernatural powers of calamity and curse were extremely mysterious. Cultivators around him kept bowing and calling him "Master".

It was Yuan Chai, the second supernatural being of Tiandu Mountain, a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator of the Calamity and Blessing Dao.

He went straight to the top of this Heavenly Poison Mountain, where he saw a bronze altar standing there, with a huge cauldron on it, from which blood light rose and ghostly howls could be heard.

"It's still far from enough."

The shaman's tone held a hint of worry as he continued onward, arriving at the main hall behind the bronze altar. Stepping through the entrance, he found himself enveloped in darkness.

In the darkness, something enormous seemed to be moving, gradually becoming visible as the lights came on.

It is a first-class level.

This severed head also wore a bronze demon mask, as large as a room, suspended in mid-air. Drops of blood flowed down from its neck, and extremely terrifying incantations were constantly woven and rearranged on it, sensing ghosts and gods, and offering prayers and sacrifices.

The corpses and remains of countless poisonous insects could be faintly seen piled up on the ground. All five poisonous creatures were dead, and a dark blue aura and the radiance of the moon could be seen rolling and surging above.

"My lord, we are afraid our blood and energy are insufficient, and the great gift has now turned against us. We can only obtain it from the battlefield, and we will have to wait."

Yuan Chai's tone grew increasingly somber. Before him stood the master of Tiandu Mountain, the peak Purple Mansion cultivator of the Calamity and Prophecy path, the Great Witch Yuan E, whose Daoist name was Hua Yang.

"Great gifts have changed hands, and they've long since submitted to those below the Golden Core stage. Even Li Song rarely pays them any attention, so why would they listen to my words, Heavenly Poison?"

The severed head slowly opened its mouth, its voice like that of a ghost, causing the surrounding incantations to constantly change, revealing all sorts of ferocious scenes.

"There's no need to force the blood sacrifice; it's all just an extra. What's truly important is the blood essence, isn't it?"

The high shaman's tone grew colder, and he said in a deep voice:
"As long as Feng Yan goes to seek a position and suffers the Dao Killing, his blood qi will rise, and that will be the time when he can seek the calamity. This person cannot delay for long. After years of fighting, the supernatural powers within him cannot suppress the demonic nature, and he must attain enlightenment as soon as possible."

Yuan Chai below seemed to understand something, but continued to ask:
"Then, should we take action next time we conquer Liao? Let's put Feng Yan in a tough spot."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

The massive head swayed gently, countless incantations surged forth, and the voices of ghosts and spirits echoed continuously, whispering:

"Someone will force him. There are many people who want to scheme about the matter of blood qi. If he tries to prove it with ancient blood qi, he will surely perish. If he tries to seek it through the demonic path, even if he succeeds, he will still die. The shaman blood is related to Feng Yan. He is a respected figure after all. There is no need to push him too hard. Just wait for the moment when the blood qi of the world shows an unusual phenomenon."

"The only one I need to be wary of is Lingsa. If I ask for gold, He will surely come, and no one can stop him."
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Autumn sea.

As the golden energy spread and the precious light shone, one could see golden and bronze peaks rising from the sea, with countless precious golden creatures running about in the sea, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Far to the east of this sea area, there was a sky full of golden and purple lightning, dazzling and swirling in the sky, faintly emanating a destructive aura.

The golden bronze boy led the way with a calm expression, while the boy behind him looked quite curious.

Xu Ming was dressed in a blue-gold robe. He was handsome and lively. He was not uncomfortable at all being far from the mountain gate. He just kept asking Lou Jin in front of him all sorts of questions.

"arrive."

Lou Jin let out a long sigh, but what he exhaled was a billowing autumn wind, with frost and dew condensing, instantly chilling the surroundings. This startled Xu Ming, who was standing nearby, and he saw a crimson flame leap up in the young man's hand, like the rising sun, surrounded by warm and gentle yang energy.

Lou Jin withdrew the scattered autumn wind and couldn't help but take a closer look at the Lesser Yang Flame. Although it was just a Dao Fire transformed by magical power, the technique was quite skillful, just like the rising sun.

The other party has extraordinary talent, and can be considered a rare talent even in the cave heaven. This is what Lou Jin observed along the way.

'It's normal for the bloodline descended from the Jiang clan to possess some extraordinary abilities.'

He muttered to himself, then had the boy silently recite "Duobao" three times with him to enter the grotto.

Xu Ming did as instructed, but he was also quite curious. He had never actually seen the so-called grotto-heaven scenery before; at most, he had only seen it in the Daoist canon.

As he uttered the three "Duobao" incantations, he felt the world around him suddenly change. He had just been at sea, but now he was in another place.

Before me stretched endless golden and silver peaks, magnificent palaces and pavilions, and countless strange creatures moving about on the wind—all sights I had never seen before.

He had not forgotten his father's instructions on etiquette, and remained calm. He simply followed Lou Jintong, walking along the long white jade path, heading forward.

Ahead lay a vast, shimmering lake, as expansive as the sea, where various ferocious aquatic beasts leaped and tumbled, their pairs of bright, beacon-like eyes staring back. Their commotion was incessant, splashing waves that crashed against the road on the shore.

"Quiet."

Lou Jin shouted, and the light of the gold hidden in his hand suddenly flashed, turning into a gold brick. It flew into the air and smashed down on the tiger-dragon that was leading the frolicking, instantly scattering all the sea beasts and water monsters.

"Young friend, you flatter me. The monsters in this Azure Lake are all extremely unruly."

The golden-robed boy seemed somewhat dissatisfied, speaking earnestly, but he barely reached Xu Ming's chest, making him appear even smaller.

Xu Ming found the scene quite novel, but he wasn't angry and didn't say much.

He continued walking with Lou Jin ahead of him. Along the roadside, he could see golden flowers and jade grasses, like sculptures, yet exuding a fragrance, which was extremely mysterious.

In front of this flowerbed is a wooden pavilion, facing the lake shore, and there seems to be a figure inside.

Lou Jin straightened his expression and led Xu Ming behind him forward until they arrived at the pavilion, where they saw an old man sitting inside.

The old man, dressed in a golden brocade robe, with a kind face, had been watching the direction the two were coming from, a smile on his face.

Lou Jin led Xu Ming forward and bowed.

"I've met Master."

"I've seen the real person."

The two voices rang out one after the other. Bao Qiu nodded slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on the boy in the blue-gold robe.

Shaoyang.

Although she had heard rumors beforehand, Bao Qiu was still quite surprised when she actually saw him. It wasn't just because of the lineage, but also because of the pure and unadulterated aura emanating from the other person.

"Xu Ming."

Bao Qiu spoke, her tone leisurely, as if she had gleaned some unusual meaning from the name, her gaze shifting slightly.

At this moment, the vast, azure lake began to churn and tremble, causing the sea monsters and creatures to flee towards the distant waterways.

"It just so happens that the Xu family bloodline has arrived here, so this thing can no longer suppress it."

(End of this chapter)