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Chapter 483 The Jade Sun Temple is not the Azure Sun Taoist Academy! (4000)

With a thought, Zhang Yuanzhu felt the Measuring Ruler at his waist tremble slightly, float up, and swell in the wind.

The youth stepped forward, stood atop the luminous white ruler, and sped across the sky, heading north to continue deeper into the Boundless Palace.

He moved extremely fast, constantly approaching the Jade Sun Temple.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and filled with chilling killing intent.

Mountains, rivers, and cities flashed by beneath him as he sped forward.

After a moment, the young man turned his gaze from the distance to the storage bracelet in his palm.

With a light tap of the fingertip, a blue light burst forth, and patterns formed, breaking through the restrictions.

The nineteen-story glazed pagoda in his mind trembled slightly, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness burst forth, surging into it to examine it carefully.

Spirit stones, pills, elixirs, jade slips, and some miscellaneous items, mostly unimportant things.

what!
A look of surprise flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes, and he flipped his hand over.

A bronze mirror appeared in his palm.

The mirror is bright, and the frame is engraved with intricate patterns, giving it a mysterious feel.

His double pupils were deep and unfathomable. His fingertips lightly traced the back of the mirror, feeling the traced characters, and he whispered:

"The Lone Mirror!"

This should be the weapon that made Master Gu Guang famous.

It had no chance to be used in the previous battle and was directly seriously injured and on the verge of death, becoming a spoil of war.

He carefully examined the ancient bronze mirror and quickly determined that the Solitary Light Mirror should be a mid-grade evil weapon.

Such a weapon of evil is already quite remarkable in Ancient Cliff Mountain; most peak-level cultivators at the Condensation Realm only use mid-grade weapons of evil.

The next step is to explore whether there will be any unexpected gains.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly gripped the weapon with his five fingers, whispering to himself:

'Take control!'

In an instant, the ancient bronze mirror vanished.

On the Seven Treasures Tree deep within the youth's heart, the mirror surface formed by the interweaving of four divine lights—blue, red, indigo, and violet—has also undergone some changes.

Control: [Level 3] Lone Light Mirror (Trait: Psychic Vision)

"Spiritual vision?"

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, a sense of doubt rising in his heart.

When he first encountered this "characteristic," he immediately began to perceive every subtle change in his body.

At the same time, an instinct arises within the body.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were half-closed, and everything—mountains, rivers, grass, trees, birds, and beasts—appeared clearer than ever before. Moreover, he saw lines of varying thickness winding around him, connecting to distant directions.

Even the most subtle spiritual energy and tangible and intangible energies appear extremely clear at this moment.

He could usually detect subtle things like causal threads and spiritual energy, and even conceal or obscure them.

But it has never been so clear.

"Is this what clairvoyance is?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a smile.

If he could completely master this characteristic and integrate it into his double pupils, his secret technique 'Insight' would surely advance even further.

However, improving the secret technique 'Discernment' requires a step-by-step approach.

In a flash, he put away the Lonely Light Mirror and placed it in his storage bag.

At this moment, what is most important to him is to increase his combat strength in order to prepare for the upcoming conquests.

Since magic power and laws cannot be rapidly improved in a short period of time, the only things that can improve combat power now are spells and spiritual awareness.

The spell – the Finger of Annihilation of Ten Thousand Forests – is nearing perfection. Once integrated into the combined spell Yin-Yang Mirror, its combat power will undoubtedly be enhanced.

As for spiritual consciousness, back in the Black Wind Forbidden Land, I obtained two Divine Soul Treasures. I swallowed one, and there is one left.

Now that my spiritual consciousness is stable, it is the right time to swallow the last one.

Without further hesitation, he reached into his robes and took out the jade box.

A light flick of the fingertips.

crunch~
The jade box was opened, revealing a fruit that was entirely black.

The fruit was the size of a palm. The moment it appeared, my mind trembled slightly, filled with longing.

He reached out with his free hand and grabbed the fruit.

Stab it!

Tear off the fruit peel, hold it to your forehead, and close your eyes.

In an instant, streams of pure energy surged into his mind, transforming into a torrential downpour that nourished his spiritual consciousness.

The nineteen-story glazed pagoda stands in the center, conveying a sense of immortality and indestructibility.

The pagoda trembled slightly, and all spiritual consciousness and divine energy surged into it, transforming into a radiant, crystal-like light.

These streams of light turned upwards and began to converge at the top of the tower.

As time passed, a phantom gradually emerged from the shimmering glass.

The phantom grew increasingly solid, and the precious medicine between its brows became increasingly dry.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
Half an hour!!!

Bang!
The precious fruit withered and turned into ashes, scattering down.

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his closed eyes, and a trace of regret flashed deep within his eyes, which were as bright as the starry sky.

"Not quite right!"

A single Divine Soul Fruit ultimately failed to advance the Spiritual Awareness Technique further, preventing the forging of the twentieth layer of the Glazed Pagoda.

However, with a significant increase in spiritual awareness, even with normal cultivation, it wouldn't be long before spiritual awareness could break through.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanzhu stopped thinking about it, tossed aside the jade box in his hand, took out the jade slip recording the Ten Thousand Forest Extinction Finger, and began to comprehend it.

He wanted to focus all his efforts on cultivation and become stronger as quickly as possible.

As time passed, Zhang Yuanzhu drew ever closer to the Jade Sun Temple, and his understanding of magic deepened.

Four days later, 500,000 li away from the Yuyang Temple.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood still on the long, white ruler, no longer moving forward.

His deep, double-lidded eyes scanned the surroundings as he spoke softly:
"I never expected to encounter such vermin in the territory of Wuliang Palace."

With his palm facing backward, he lightly gripped the Great Wilderness Halberd and looked towards the empty space not far away:
“I think I know what kind of enemy the Thousand Tribulations Temple has encountered.”

As the words drifted by, he took a step forward and raised his bronze halberd.

cut!
The halberd's blade was so sharp that it tore through space in an instant, slicing the earth, mountains, and vegetation into dust.

Domineering and tyrannical!
"A Golden Core True Monarch?"

A piercing wail echoed through the sky.

A dark mist emerged, desperately resisting the slashing attack, while some of the mist fled into the distance.

These black mists emitted sharp cries, and upon closer inspection, one would discover that the mist was clearly formed by a dense mass of Gu worms, constantly gnawing at the sharp edge.

"Ah!"

"Little Doyle!"

The Great Wilderness Halberd transformed from a slash to a sweep, moving like a true dragon, sweeping across all the black mist and annihilating all the fleeing Gu worms.

He stood holding a halberd, his black hair flying wildly, like a demon god descended to earth, transcending the mortal realm.

His double pupils drooped, he looked down and sneered:

"He survived the two halberds because he possessed a Golden Core treasure and the spiritual consciousness of a True Monarch."

The left arm is raised, the index finger is extended, and a wisp of dark luster blooms, carrying the deepest desolation.

At the same time, countless invisible and tangible auras emerged, converging to form a phantom figure. It was an old Taoist priest draped in feathered robes, with white hair flowing down his shoulders, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, but his eyes, devoid of whites, shattered this aura.

The old Taoist priest held a whisk in his arms, a kind smile on his face.

"Greetings from the Soul-Eating Poison Palace, True Lord of the Celestial-Human Lineage."

"Too much nonsense, die!"

Extend your index finger and grind downwards.

In an instant, everything around them disappeared: the cratered ground, the shattered space, and even the great sun in the sky vanished.

Suddenly, an endless, pitch-black pillar appeared, like an ancient, ever-present beam, shrouded in a black mist that seemed to annihilate everything.

Pushing horizontally downwards, the killing intent was resolute.

The Boundless Palace is an enemy, and the Demonic Path must be wiped out completely; there's no need for a single pointless word.

Only killing! Only war!
The old Taoist priest in feathered robes lost his kind expression, which transformed into the deepest malice, and he growled:

"If I were here, I would kill you as easily as slaughtering pigs and dogs."

Having gone through countless hardships to infiltrate this place, not only did they gain nothing, but they also lost a Poison Clan elder. How could they not feel hatred in their hearts?

Most importantly, the person who made the move was clearly not a powerful figure from the Boundless Palace; on the contrary, he was an opponent of the Boundless Palace, just like him.

A myriad of thoughts surged forth, but the beams of heaven and earth had already submerged the illusory image, completely obliterating it.

puff~
The earth caved in, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers turned to ash.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand, stood holding the halberd, looked at the ravaged world, and uttered each word slowly and deliberately:
"Even if you yourself were to come, I could still kill you!"

huh~
The measuring ruler, suspended in the sky, drifted down and was slung around the waist.

The young man turned his body slightly to the side, looking towards the Jade Sun Temple.

Given the destruction of the Lonely Light Temple and the commotion just now, the Jade Sun Temple must have taken precautions.

but.
"That makes it even more interesting!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

His double pupils were exceptionally bright, like two great suns embedded within them, burning with an extremely intense fighting spirit.

If the opponents are all good-for-nothings, easily broken, what kind of trials can they endure?

He held the Great Wilderness Halberd in one hand, with the willow cauldron at his waist floating above his head, casting streaks of bright red light.

He strode forward, his aura completely undisguised.

Like a sacred mountain standing tall, reaching to the sky and connecting with the earth, majestic and imposing.

boom!
With a single step, one traverses thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and space to fold, rapidly approaching the target.

Before the Yuyang Temple, a figure dressed in an ancient Taoist robe sat cross-legged, reciting scriptures.

His face was ever-changing, sometimes appearing as an old man, sometimes as a middle-aged man, and sometimes as a young man, making it difficult for living beings to see clearly.

At this moment, this being stopped reciting the scriptures, looked into the distance, and sighed:

"That person's target is the Jade Sun Temple, so Fellow Daoist Qianjie no longer needs to be on guard."

The figure in the Taoist robe turned around and glanced at the temple hidden under layers of arrays, then reached out and gently beckoned.

"Gentlemen, follow me to vanquish the demon!"

Boom boom boom~
Auras rose up, and figures emerged from the temple, passing through the formation and arriving behind this being.

Among the figures emerging from the Yuyang Temple were an elderly man with gray hair and waning vitality, a Taoist priest who walked unsteadily, and a middle-aged man with a resolute face.
There were twelve figures, some old, some young, and some middle-aged, each exuding a powerful aura, the lowest being a cultivator at the Condensation Realm.

The leader was an elderly man with gray hair and few teeth, who respectfully bowed to the imposing figure before him.

"The countless lives of the Jade Sun Temple are grateful for the help of True Lord Mu Luan."

"When the Ancestor returns from the Divine Plains, he will definitely pay a visit to express his gratitude!"

The old man looked solemn, his back bent.

Even if their own True Lord was in the Divine Control Plains and received the news immediately, he couldn't get back in time.

Moreover, unable to determine the other party's true intentions, the Thousand Tribulations Temple could not easily offer assistance and could only seek help from the Wood Phoenix True Lord who was recuperating in the Boundless Palace.

The being, draped in an ancient Taoist robe, gradually revealed his face, which then ceased to change, transforming into an ordinary middle-aged man with nothing remarkable about him, making him unrememberable to any living being.

True Monarch Mu Luan stepped forward, facing the ever-approaching overwhelming aura.

"We all belong to the Boundless Palace, how can we ignore this? And regardless of victory or defeat, you little brats..."

"They are all doomed!"

An elderly man with gray hair took out a small jade-colored spear from his bosom and followed closely behind the True Lord.

One by one, the True Immortals of Condensation also drew upon the resources they had brought from the temple, stepping forward without retreating.

"Death is nothing to boast about!"

"Having sought the Dao for 493 years, let this old man judge the greatest genius of all time in Immortal Soldier Valley."

"The future seeds of the Jade Sun Temple have long since departed. Let us old folks fight a bloody battle to pave the way for the descendants of the Daoist lineage."

"Wuliang Palace is not Qingyangzhai, and Yuyang Temple is not Qingyang Daoyuan. Why should we fear a battle?"

Each long howl shook the heavens and the earth.

A surging aura rose into the sky, and boundless fighting spirit burned and boiled.

At this moment, even the True Lord Mu Luan felt his blood boil and a sense of heroism arise.

If even the younger generation is not afraid of death, how can he, the True Lord, fail to live up to everyone's expectations?

The distance between the two sides continued to close.
Ten thousand miles!
Ten thousand miles!!
A thousand miles!!!

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in his tracks, looking at the group of cultivators who had walked out of the temple, and the Golden Core True Monarch standing in front of them.

Mu Luan Zhenjun stopped in his tracks and gazed at the crimson shadow.

Neither Zhang Yuanzhu nor Qingluan Zhenjun spoke. In fact, any further words at this moment would be meaningless. Only when one side falls completely will the war end.

The dozen or so cultivators behind True Monarch Mu Luan exchanged glances, raised their arms simultaneously, and formed ancient hand seals.

The next instant
"Boundless Heaven, Boundless Earth, Boundless Light, My Way is Boundless, Kill!"

One person let out a low growl, ten others roared, and thirteen cultivators, including the True Lord, shouted simultaneously.

The vast expanse of space shattered in response, and endless divine radiance emerged from the void, from the heavens, from the earth, and from every tiny place, transforming into boundless rivers that surged forward.

These boundless rays of light intertwined and shone together, evolving into phenomena of birth and death, terrifying and extraordinary, causing ripples to spread throughout the void.

Such an attack would force even a Golden Core True Monarch to temporarily retreat.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, his body slightly tilted. With a simple movement, the void trembled, and rolling waves of energy were generated, pushing away all tangible and intangible energies.

The entire void trembled and boiled, as if thousands or tens of thousands of fires were about to awaken from their silence.

Just as it was about to erupt, he raised his arm and swung his halberd!
The halberd fell like a blade!

It was clearly a single halberd strike, yet it seemed as if countless blades of light burst forth and cleaved down.

These sword lights intertwined and collided, converging and transforming into a ferocious red dragon coiled around the mountain of swords.

The crimson dragon, its mouth holding a battle blade and its eyes icy cold, gazes down upon the boundless sea of ​​light from the depths of the void.

With a flick of its tail, it charged down like a mountain of knives.

The sacred sea of ​​light and the ferocious crimson dragon, two attacks, crossed the void in an instant and collided fiercely.

Boom! Boom!! Boom!!
Amidst a deafening roar, the sea of ​​light collided with the mountain of blades. The crimson dragon, holding a battle blade in its mouth, annihilated swathes of light and slashed upwards towards the sky.

"How can it be!"

A cultivator exclaimed in surprise, realizing that even with their combined strength, they were at a disadvantage in the contest.

At this moment, the elder leading the Jade Sun Temple stepped out from the crowd and stood side by side with True Monarch Mu Luan.

He held a jade spear in both hands, gazing at the crimson dragon slashing through the sea of ​​light, his expression resolute.

With a thought, the sword's power and malevolent energy surged, blood burned, and spiritual consciousness flowed forth, squeezing out all the power in the body and pouring into the jade spear.

hum~
The jade spear trembled slightly, and in an instant, it disappeared into the sea of ​​light, piercing towards the crimson dragon's brow.

(End of this chapter)