Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 445 A Grand Gathering, A Banquet (4000 words)

For a moment, the flying boats fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanzhu slowly lowered his hand, which was tightly gripping the rune.

With a thought, the cracks in the staff were healed, and the short staff burst forth with astonishing energy, stirring up heaven and earth.

"Success!"

The young man chuckled softly.

He successfully refined the magical artifact and left behind a contingency plan to control the spirit, which is sufficient for normal use.

Next is
'Take control!'

He whispered to himself, and in an instant, the dark gold short stick in his hand disappeared.

The seven-treasure tree swayed deep within my heart, and the mirror formed by the intertwining of three-colored divine light also underwent some changes.

Mastery: [Level 4] Shattering Dao Staff (Trait: Forgetfulness)

"Forget your worries?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind dissipated, bringing him unprecedented clarity.

The scriptures that were once incomprehensible and the doubts that required repeated contemplation are now all clear and their answers have been found.

He felt his own wisdom was increasing, and he could draw inferences from one instance to many others.

"Elevate the mind and wisdom."

The young man quickly made his judgment, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Such properties that enhance the mind and wisdom are extremely rare; he has only encountered a few along his entire cultivation journey.

A pure heart, a wise heart, and a spotless mind, plus the [characteristic] of forgetting worries.

Both comprehension and cultivation speed will see a significant improvement.

With a thought, he put away the magic weapon and then turned his gaze to the various broken artifacts in front of him.

The Pale Thunder Pearl was completely destroyed and there was no need to repair it. In other words, the only high-grade spiritual artifact he could use was the Jade Bracelet.

But that's enough.

If everything goes smoothly, I won't be able to stay in the Foundation Establishment stage for very long.

As for the broken replica of the Heaven-Splitting Sword, that was within acceptable limits; the most valuable remnants of sword intent had already been transformed into resources for sword techniques.

After some thought, he flicked his sleeve, and both broken artifacts vanished, leaving only the refined corpse lying on the deck.

His gaze was deep as he carefully examined the blood-soaked corpse.

The corpse was torn apart, its scales shattered, and its dragon horns broken. Its appearance was gruesome, but for a corpse, it was not too badly damaged. It could be completely repaired with the help of a large amount of blood and flesh essence.

He reached out his palm, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand.

The jade bottle was crystal clear, its surface a deep crimson color, and it swayed within.

Roar roar~
A series of dragon roars echoed, carrying a sense of majesty.

With a flick of the fingertip, the stopper popped open.

Drops of the Thunder Dragon's precious blood fell, covering the refined corpse.

The flesh and blood were writhing, the scales were healing, and even the dragon horns were only beginning to be repaired.

About an incense stick's time later, the precious blood was completely consumed, and the corpse had recovered most of its strength.

He then placed the refined corpse into the coffin and put it into his storage bag.

Once the spoils were tallied, Crimson Shadow leaned against the flagpole, the flag fluttering in the wind, and lightly stomped her feet.

Boom~
Amidst the dazzling light of Buddha, the flying boat traverses the sky, speeding southward.

Deep within Tianmengze lies an unknown ruin.

The once dilapidated ruins have all turned to dust, with limbs and insect corpses covering the earth.

Several figures were facing off in front of a door.

The gate is dilapidated, the plaque is blurred, and the stone pillars are mottled, bearing the marks of time, yet also carrying a mysterious aura.

A figure clad in a black robe with centipede patterns stood shoulder to shoulder with three blood-red figures, coldly gazing at the three Supreme Elders of the Five Poisons lineage.

"Old centipede, how dare you betray your sect and join the Puppet Sect! You deserve to die!"

The black-robed figure, embroidered with a toad, growled in a low voice, like the croaking of a toad, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Wisps of pale yellow mist emerged from his body, dissolving the space and revealing the pitch-black void.

The Supreme Elder of the Toad Clan was filled with hatred when the Old Centipede suddenly attacked, killing one of his companions who was at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage.

With the addition of three powerful figures from the Painted Skin Peak attacking them, they were at a significant disadvantage.

"Hehe~, I've never betrayed you, I always have."

The old centipede chuckled, lifted its hood, and revealed an old face covered with dark scars.

The next moment, the face slowly tore apart, shattering like paper, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue cloak emerged from the flesh:

"The cultivators of Painted Skin Peak!"

Three blood-red figures moved forward simultaneously behind him, their cold laughter echoing through the ruins.

"Senior brother, why waste words with these dying people?"

"I'm really looking forward to the three peak-level Qi Condensation Masks."

"Those small, insignificant families who have risen to prominence by chance know no secrets; they are merely doing all the work for our benefit."

Before the words had even faded, streaks of crimson light burst forth, transforming into a raging sea of ​​blood that engulfed vast ruins and landscapes, with crimson figures rising and falling within it.

kill!

The sea of ​​blood surged forward, the blood shadows shrieked, and it surged onward.

The remaining powerful members of the Five Poisons lineage had icy eyes, their dantian surging with magical power, which burst forth unrestrainedly.

Three types of poisonous mist—emerald green, deep yellow, and light gray—rose up like pillars from the sky, intertwining and merging before striking the ground.

The two attacks traversed the sky in an instant and collided violently.

Rumble~ Sizzle~
With a deafening roar, the toxic fog dissipated, and a vast, blood-red ocean surged and crashed down.

Ah ~
Amidst the mournful howls, the figure of a gecko embroidered on a black robe sank into a sea of ​​blood, its flesh dissolving, its bones crumbling, leaving only a skin.

Only two figures in black robes leaped out from the sea of ​​blood.

Their robes were rotting, their flesh was peeling away, and their faces were filled with terror.

It wasn't that they were weak, but rather that the 'Old Centipede' had attacked them first, and they had already suffered considerable injuries, so naturally they couldn't contend with a fully-powered opponent.

The Supreme Elder of the Toad Clan gave his opponent a cold look, then turned and rushed towards the door not far away.

The Five Poisons lineage had studied this site for a long time and naturally obtained some information, such as this portal, which was the core of the entire site.

Although it is not yet certain how to open it, destroying the door would certainly cause a huge problem.

"This site involves those above the Golden Core True Monarch level and contains an immense opportunity. The Five Poisons lineage cannot obtain it, nor can you."

The four members of Huapi Peak turned sinister and shot off towards the gate.

A chilling murderous intent permeated the entire ruins.

"Fellow Daoist is courting death!"

"Stop immediately, and you will live."

Do you know what this area is involved in?

Low roars echoed through the heavens and the earth.

The Supreme Elder of the Toad Clan seemed not to hear, and the nine-layered spiritual platform within his dantian trembled violently, with magical power and baleful energy surging forth.

A hand emerged from the sleeve, containing all its power, and slammed down.

kill!

In the blink of an eye, it had already traversed the sky and landed on the door.

There was no roar, no flash of light.

The portal standing between heaven and earth trembled slowly, so slightly as to be negligible, yet in an instant, it generated ripples.

Ripples spread rapidly, passing over figures, across the ruins, across mountains and marshes, and brushing across Tianmeng Marsh in unimaginable ways.

What was that ripple just now?

Within the ruins, numerous experts at the Condensation Qi level carefully examined themselves but found nothing; everything seemed normal. Then, the four peak Condensation Qi experts from Painted Skin Peak exchanged a glance, decided to stop thinking, and joined forces to attack the black-robed figure.

In an instant, a sea of ​​blood surged, poisonous mist filled the sky, and people fought desperately.

the other side.

On the flying boat, Zhang Yuanzhu was cultivating while leaning against the battle flag when he suddenly opened his eyes.

Before he could react, he felt his vision shift, everything around him blurred, and then slowly became clear again.

The sky is high and the sea is vast, with fish leaping out from time to time, splashing up water droplets.

He looked bewildered, his gaze sweeping across the vast ocean, dotted with islands that resembled stars adorning the night sky.

Mysterious and magnificent!
"This is where?"

Zhang Yuanzhu muttered to himself, everything happened in an instant, there was no time to react, and the world had already changed.

However, he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had encountered such a change before.

"Brother Dao, this is a grand event!"

A pleasant female voice came from beside me.

Fayan appeared beside the young man, gazing at the boundless sea with a complex expression, and softly spoke:

"Tianmengze actually has a 'grand event' in existence. If they had known, they would never have allowed rogue cultivators to occupy it."

She paused, sensing the rich spiritual energy and abundant essence of heaven and earth, her red lips slightly parted:

"This must be Tianmengze from before the ages, it is still wet and dry, it is truly a sacred place."

Fa Yan's voice carried a hint of regret.

At that moment, Fa Guang also walked from the stern, gazing in awe at the vast ocean below.

"Festival?"

Zhang Yuanzhu pulled out the Blood Demon Flag with his palm facing backward, his eyes deep and profound.

He recalled the grand gathering at Peach Blossom Valley when he climbed Ancient Cliff Mountain from the Demon Land, where he had competed with many prodigies and received guidance from Dao Lords and Dao Venerables.

Even the spiritual consciousness technique he cultivated was a secret art he acquired at that time.

"I have heard the elders of Immortal Soldier Valley mention the Three Altars Grand Gathering. I wonder if you could describe it in detail, what exactly is this grand gathering?"

Fa Yan stepped forward, placed his palm on the railing, and nodded.

"All major events that occurred in the distant past, with the participation of figures such as Bodhisattvas and Dao Lords, have been imprinted by heaven and earth, and can only reappear in the world, repeating the past events, as if experiencing a dream."

"Of course, this is the most normal account, but some people believe that everything experienced during the grand event was real and true, a ripple in the river of time, a meeting between people of today and people of the past, and that our spiritual practice, which we built from the ruins, was also influenced by the grand event."

The woman explained in a calm voice.

Every message was extremely precious, yet it was told to the young man without hesitation at this moment.

Zhang Yuanzhu listened carefully, extending his palm to sense the extremely rich spiritual energy, so real.

In the midst of my thoughts, figures appeared on the sea.

There was a woman dressed in a white dress, with a graceful posture and undulating curves, wearing a mask shaped like a phoenix;
There was a gentle young man wearing a blue Taoist robe and a wooden crown;

There were alluring and beautiful enchantresses with graceful figures, snow-white skin, and flowing veils in the wind; there were also middle-aged sword cultivators carrying long swords.
Countless cultivators and beings gazed at the vast ocean, their eyes filled with astonishment, bewilderment, or awe.

"Where is this? I was clearly in seclusion in Tianmengze, how did I end up here?"

"Which senior used underhanded tactics? Don't make such a joke."

"I am a disciple of the Sword Sect. Please show yourself, senior."

A commotion arose, a cacophony of noise.

Most of the cultivators with extraordinary bearing were carefully observing their surroundings, their eyes sparkling with surprise.

Until that familiar crimson figure came into view in the sky, everyone's expression changed drastically.

"Zhang Yuanzhu!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang!!"

"A treacherous scoundrel!!!"

Boom~
One after another, figures shot out, turning into streaks of light as they fled at lightning speed.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, gazing at several somewhat familiar figures, a smile spreading across his face.

The Daoist disciple of Qingyang Daoist Academy, the demoness of Huapi Peak, the sword cultivator of Jianmen, and Su Meng, the holy maiden of Xuanyang Daoist Academy, are all old acquaintances with whom they have crossed paths.

"All cultivators are at the Foundation Establishment stage."

A gentle voice rang in the young man's ear.

With her hands clasped together, she looked down at the fleeing cultivators, her red lips slightly parted:
"If the condition for entering the unknown grand event is the Foundation Establishment Realm, then this grand event is an immense opportunity."

At the Foundation Establishment stage, who can stand before you, fellow Daoist? Who dares to stand before you? Even if a Golden Core True Monarch were to return to the Foundation Establishment stage, he would definitely be killed in a few moves.

"Ah!"

A soft laugh fell from the sky, carrying a hint of amusement.

bang bang bang~
The figures scattered and fled, blooming like blood-red fireworks, dazzling yet desolate, carrying an indescribable beauty.

With a slight tilt of his body, the Crimson Shadow made an extremely simple movement, and tens of millions of tons of air, spiritual energy, and everything tangible and intangible emitted bursts of roars, impacting the vast wilderness and stirring up towering waves.

The entire space creaked under the strain.

One by one, the Foundation Establishment cultivators stared blankly at the tall, slender figure that resembled a god or an immortal.

Only in my heart
despair!

despair! !
Still despair!!!

Unable to contend with them, are they really cultivators of the same realm as them?
Most cultivators, before they even know where they are or what opportunities they have, will face the most decisive death.

slap~
A stunningly beautiful woman draped in a light veil gracefully stepped out of the crowd, shrouded in wisps of mist, like a fairy descending from a painting.

Snow-white skin contrasts beautifully with the azure sea, while pristine clouds collide with blood-red rain, creating an atmosphere filled with the eerie and demonic.

"More than a decade has passed since we parted in the Demon Realm, but your demeanor is still as impressive as ever."

A clear, cold voice echoed across the heavens and the earth.

She raised her head, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face, her red lips slightly parted:
"The so-called grand event is nothing but an illusion. Even if we die, our true form will remain intact. Fellow Daoist, why don't you leave us here as pawns to explore this place?"

"With your talent and abilities, fellow Daoist, we are no match for you."

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was calm, as vast and distant as the sky, as indifferent as a god.

This demoness from Painted Skin Peak caused him considerable trouble when he entered the Demon Land, but he was unable to kill her because of the eerie nature of her painted skin.

Currently, he's only at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, posing no threat whatsoever, but...
"Are you finished?"

He slowly raised his arm and flicked his sleeve.

"Then go to hell!"

A gentle breeze blew by, and the alluring woman's body crumbled layer by layer, turning into dust and dissipating without a trace.

It is fierce and domineering.

He opened his palm and pressed down directly, intending to crush all the Qingyangzhai, Jianmen, and demonic cultivators to death.

No matter what fate brings to the grand event, it will be out of reach for the other party.

roar~
A roar shook the sea and tore apart the air currents.

Golden light emerged from the horizon, instantly traversing the sky and landing in front of the flying boat.

It was a white tiger with wings on its back, its fur smooth, black and white, and surrounded by wisps of golden mist.

"This is a banquet hosted by the Dragon Lord. How can you recklessly wage war and wantonly kill? Do you underestimate the true dragon race?"

The tiger's roar shook the heavens, like metal clashing.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the White Tiger's aura, which was different from that of a normal Qi Condensation Realm cultivator and was extremely unique.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, and he pressed down with his raised hand, gripping the Blood Demon Banner tightly.

Wow!

Water splashed up, and a creature with a bright red carapace, holding a long spear, stepped out from the waves.

A pair of beastly eyes swept across the crowd of cultivators from both sides, finally settling on the man and tiger facing off in the sky.

"Are you two going to disregard the rules set by the Dragon King before a shrimp soldier like me?"

(End of this chapter)