Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 930 Five Elements Nightmare Cold Crystal Abyss

Upon hearing this, both Chen Mu and the other man's eyes flashed.

They exchanged a glance and had already deduced the identities of the burly man and his companions.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Winged Clan's Holy Maiden and the Mysterious Netherworld Immortal created this realm and specially moved many "vassal states" here to support the Blue Duck Clan.

But little did they know that from that time onward, no outsiders would ever set foot in this world again.

Now, tens of thousands of years later, the Blue Duck tribe has multiplied, and the former "vassals" seem to have grown stronger and have become a tribe in themselves.

I wonder if there are any cultivators at the sixth level in this realm?
Chen Mu sensed it for a moment and secretly shook his head.

The spiritual veins of this world are limited, and the water elemental energy is extremely concentrated, making it exceptionally suitable for blue ducks to cultivate through breathing exercises. However, it is still somewhat lacking for human cultivators...

Hong Wuyai had the same thought, and his mind calmed down slightly. He did not answer rashly, but asked instead, "And which tribe are you from?"

The short-bearded, burly man remained unmoved, but a rough-looking man behind him answered loudly:

“We are all members of the Shiyang tribe. Judging from your clothes and appearance, you must be from a small tribe. Why are you so arrogant? How dare two mere people venture into the depths of the dense forest?”

His expression was quite proud, suggesting that the Shiyang tribe he was referring to was quite large.

Seeing that he was only at the third level of cultivation, yet he dared to "point fingers" at the two True Monarchs, even Chen Mu couldn't help but smile slightly and say, "We two have just arrived here, and haven't encountered any danger yet."

"How is this possible?"

The burly man was taken aback. Everyone in his tribe knew that the Cangnan Forest was fraught with danger. Even if they came in to pick spiritual herbs, they needed to travel in groups of many, and the leader had to be at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Moreover, this place is already deep in the dense forest. No matter which direction you come from, you are bound to encounter some bumps and scrapes. How could you not have encountered any danger?

Could it be that these two are incredibly lucky?
While the men were still in surprise, the short-bearded, burly man's expression had already changed.

He frowned slightly, took a step forward to protect his clansmen behind him, and was about to cup his hands in greeting when he heard a whooshing sound coming from the dense forest behind him.

"alert!"

Without hesitation, he let out a low shout, took the large bow from his back with his right hand, and drew the bow and arrow towards the direction from which the sound came, ready to fire.

The others reacted just as quickly, instantly assuming their positions in the four cardinal directions, their bodies enveloped in smoke and energy, some drawing their swords, others forming hand seals, their eyes turning fierce.

Their movements were so synchronized, as if they had rehearsed them hundreds of times beforehand...

"call--"

A gust of wind arose from the ground, and a white figure passed through the gaps between the ancient trees, slowly landing beside Chen Mu and his companion.

Judging from the wings on its back, who else could it be but Yu Chengkong, who arrived late?
"Fellow Daoist Chen, Brother Hong, who are they...?"

Yu Chengkong was caught off guard and was startled to see a stranger. He thought it was Gonggong and chased after him.

However, after he saw the cultivation level of these people, he thought to himself that it was impossible.

Even if Gonggong had no one else, he wouldn't send fourth-tier or even third-tier cultivators...

As Yu Chengkong pondered to himself, he was unaware that the short-bearded strong man and the others had already frozen in place.

More than ten people stared in disbelief at the wings that stretched to the sky behind him, saying, "Heavens...Heavens..."

"what?"

Yu Chengkong frowned and came back to his senses.

This simple question immediately caused more than ten people to kneel down and take turns shouting, "Gods...we pay our respects to the Gods."

Yu Chengkong was still completely confused. Why did these people in front of him call him a god?

Those who achieve physical sainthood can be called gods, but he is clearly just an ordinary winged cultivator who doesn't usually cultivate his physical body and at most cultivates his pair of wings. How can he be called a god?

Seeing this, Chen Mu's eyes suddenly flashed.

As mentioned earlier, many people moved here to support the Blue Duck after the Holy Maiden of the Feather Clan arrived. To put it nicely, these people were "vassals," but to put it bluntly, they were servants used to raise the divine bird.

It doesn't seem unreasonable for winged servants to worship winged people as gods.
At this moment, Yu Chengkong gradually came to his senses and looked at the crowd who bowed down one after another, showing him the utmost respect from the bottom of their hearts. He felt a little smug.

In the Ruins of Return, although he was a direct descendant of the Feather Clan and a True Monarch of the Dao, he had never received such "god-like" treatment. Indeed, the title was not wrong...

A moment later, Yu Chengkong straightened his expression and cleared his mind of all distractions.

Now, he only has the Great Dao in his eyes. He can enjoy it for a while, but he will not be obsessed with it. After all, the cultivators of Gonggong from the outside world may catch up at any time. Before that, he still needs to make a breakthrough.

"Why do you call me a god?"

He waved to stop the crowd from bowing, and asked a question he already knew the answer to.

The short-bearded, burly man bowed his head and replied, "It has been passed down through generations of our tribe that one day a being with snow-white wings on his back may descend to the mortal realm and become the master of our Feathered Mystic Realm..."

"Sure enough."

Yu Chengkong muttered something to himself, then turned around and transmitted his voice to Chen Mu and the other person, saying, "Fellow Daoists, the situation in this realm is still unclear. Why don't we go to the native tribes to investigate first?"

Although the three came together, they had different goals.

Needless to say, Chen Mu sought the pure-blooded divine bird, the Blue Duck, while Yu Chengkong aimed directly at the method of fusion of the bloodlines of all races that the Feather Clan's Holy Maiden had comprehended.

Although this method has been lost since the death of the Holy Maiden, he believed that someone like the Holy Maiden, even if she was disheartened with her people, would never leave them no chance at all.

Therefore, he speculated that there was a high probability that the Holy Maiden left behind something in this world, and perhaps he could find the method there.

As for Hong Wuyai, he claimed that he wanted to collect a large amount of resources to cultivate outside the Ruins in the future, but neither Chen Mu nor Yu Chengkong believed him.

However, neither of them said it outright; as long as it didn't conflict with their own interests, they could plot whatever they wanted...

Therefore, Yu Chengkong's suggestion was beneficial to all three of them for the time being, and Chen Mu and the other two naturally had no objections and immediately nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Yu Chengkong felt relieved and nodded to the short-bearded strong man, saying, "Take me to see your tribal chief."

The burly man and his companions naturally did not refuse; in fact, they were secretly delighted.

When the gods descended to earth, the first place they visited was the Shiyang tribe. The significance of this cannot be explained in a few words.

"Please, Gods."

A burly man led the way with several others, while a short-bearded strong man accompanied Yu Chengkong to serve him.

While enjoying the moment, Yu Chengkong didn't forget Chen Mu and the other man. He laughed and gestured back, "These two are my good friends. Don't neglect them."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The short-bearded, burly man quickly gave orders, sending two men to Chen Mu and his companion. With the auras of the three True Lords accompanying them, the return journey was naturally smooth.

The burly man and his companions, unaware of anything else, simply believed it was due to the oppressive power of the heavenly deity, and their already few doubts vanished...

The group marched on in a grand procession, and soon emerged from the dense forest of Cangnan.

The view is breathtaking, with mountains and lakes nestled together, creating a striking contrast with the gloomy, dense forest.

Chen Mu pushed his divine sense to its limit, probing extremely far before frowning.

He discovered that there were indeed many traces of blue ducks in this world, but most of them had mixed bloodlines and lacked potential.

Although even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, it is, after all, a divine bird of the water, and is somewhat stronger than that abyssal crocodile. However, compared with the risks taken on this trip, it is somewhat disproportionate and falls far short of expectations.

"So it seems that endless reproduction is not a good thing..."

He sighed inwardly, then suddenly remembered that mysterious demonic creature.

He looked at the tribal man beside him and asked, "That monster that chased and trapped the blue duck earlier..."

Because the tribal man always kept the strong man's instructions in mind, he dared not neglect Chen Mu. So, before Chen Mu could finish speaking, he hurriedly replied, "Is the immortal referring to the 'Five Elements Nightmare'?"

"Five Elements Nightmare?"

Chen Mu pondered to himself, but was overheard by the short-bearded, burly man walking ahead. He turned around and laughed, "Immortal, don't listen to Zhu Zha's nonsense. The Five Elements Nightmare is what we call it in private. This is because this demon loves to devour spiritual objects of the five elements and has a huge appetite. It will not refuse any inanimate object or commodity."

"The Holy Envoy said that this demon is actually a ferocious beast called the 'Three Elements Void Glutton,' which can travel between the mortal world and the void, devouring any spiritual objects of the five elements that it discovers..."

Hong Wuyai was somewhat surprised: "Such a ferocious creature has actually been born in this world?"

Being able to freely traverse the void is something even they might not be able to match, yet that demon just now was clearly only at the third level. It truly has a bloodline talent that is truly extraordinary.

"This demonic creature was not born in my Yu Xuan Realm."

The short-bearded strong man recalled, "According to the clan's records, this creature broke through the boundary and entered ten thousand years ago. At first, there were only a few of them. After the clan's ancestors discovered and devoured the sacred bird, they killed it. Unexpectedly, it has continued to emerge ever since."

"Didn't you ever think about preventing this from happening?"

Yu Chengkong was somewhat surprised. Didn't you all call the Blue Duck a sacred bird? Why haven't you tried to solve this problem for thousands of years?

The short-bearded, burly man was somewhat alarmed. He immediately stopped, cupped his hands, and said, "Reporting to the Heavenly God, it is not that we are inactive, but that the Five Elements Nightmare is truly elusive and difficult to eradicate."

"At first, things were alright. My ancestors intervened and greatly alleviated the situation. But this didn't last long. A Five Elements Nightmare, who had reached the sixth level, broke through the barrier and entered. He not only severely damaged my tribe but also seized the Frost Crystal Abyss, greatly reducing the Holy Race's ability to reproduce..."

"The Frost Crystal Abyss?"

Yu Chengkong's eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, the Cold Crystal Abyss was a blessed land created by the Holy Maiden with the divinity of the Blue Duck. It contained the Taiyin Mystic Pool, which could purify the Blue Duck bloodline and ensure that it would not become diluted or impure from generation to generation.

It's no wonder that most of the blue ducks we encounter these days lack potential, since this place has been taken by a mere demon...

Now that he knew the reason, he couldn't help but frown.

In his plan, he definitely had to go to the Cold Crystal Abyss, since the method left behind by the Holy Maiden was very likely to be in this blessed land. However... since it was occupied by a sixth-order demon, would he still have a chance?

Chen Mu was also having a headache. If he wanted to find a pure-blooded descendant of the Blue Duck, he might have to plot against the Taiyin Mystic Pool.

He had thought that no matter how dangerous it was, he wouldn't be able to go beyond the limits of this realm, but then this illogical monster appeared.

The short-bearded, burly man, unaware of their thoughts, breathed a sigh of relief: "Now that a god has descended to earth, he should be able to resolve this predicament..."

Yu Chengkong couldn't help but smile wryly; this was giving him far too much credit.

He knows his own situation best. How could a mere cultivator who seeks enlightenment possibly deal with a sixth-order demon?
However, after seeing the burly man and the others' reactions, a thought struck him, and he thought to himself, "There's no rush to draw conclusions. Perhaps the local natives have a way..."

The group fell silent. Before long, Chen Mu saw in the distance a boat and land formation consisting of thousands of ancient-style blue stone water palaces connected together.

There were pavilions and towers nearby, but judging from the short-bearded strongman and his companions, they preferred the simple stone houses to the elegant carved railings and painted beams.

The return of the tribe's herb-gathering team naturally attracted the attention of many tribesmen. An elder smiled and looked at every face in the team. Seeing that none of the younger generation was injured, he sat down with peace of mind.

A burly man shouted at the top of his lungs, "Gu Ji, how was the trip?"

As the call was made, children ran, chased, and played, their laughter ringing out in a long, clear burst.

It was only then that Chen Mu and the others learned the name of the short-bearded, burly man, Gu Ji... which was somewhat strange, but it was quite in line with the tribe he belonged to.

Gu Ji naturally had no time to pay attention to the shouts of his clansmen, and even fearing that his clansmen might offend the gods, he quickly stepped aside to make way for Yu Chengkong's figure.

As the pair of snow-white wings were revealed to everyone, the old man who had just sat down stood up again, the burly man who had shouted glared, and even the children, who were not yet aware of the world's innocence, suddenly froze on the spot, looking somewhat bewildered. It was only after their mothers anxiously called out to them in soft voices that they were finally called back to their respective homes...

Yu Chengkong, filled with anticipation, had no intention of wasting time showing off in front of them, so he immediately coughed lightly.

Gu immediately understood, waved to disperse the clansmen, and then led the three of them to a stone hall that was significantly larger.

It was clear that the people inside the hall had already sensed their presence, as they came out to greet them even before they approached.

Chen Mu focused his attention and saw an old man with white hair and beard, who looked very old. His aura was quite impressive, even stronger than Hong Wuyai's.

However, its strength is limited and does not conform to Yu Chengkong's vision.

Compared to Gu Ji and the others at the beginning, the old man was much calmer. He simply cupped his hands in greeting and said, "I am Shi Yangzongtian, and I greet the Lord of Yu Xuan Clan."

Compared to gods, this title is clearly much more appropriate.

Yu Chengkong did not presume upon the situation, politely returned the greeting, and then, led by him, entered the stone hall and took his seat.

"Chief Shi Yang, is there any way to resolve the matter of the Cold Crystal Abyss that you mentioned earlier?"

Even though the person in front of him had not reached his expectations, Yu Chengkong still held a sliver of hope.

However, the result was not surprising.

Shi Yangzongtian sighed deeply and shook his head, saying, "Even if we disregard the difference in cultivation levels, the Five Elements Nightmare has an innate suppressive power over the five elements. We cultivators are mostly limited by it and find it difficult to resist."

"If this monster hadn't been forced to slumber for a long time due to the ferocity of its spirit, rarely waking up, we might have already been devoured by it..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Chengkong frowned deeply, and the room fell silent for a moment.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Mu asked, "If the Five Elements are insufficient, are there any other methods that would be effective?"

The bones, specifically the arrowheads that were previously shot, clearly showed the flow of Yin and Yang energies.

Just as Shi Yangzongtian was about to reply, a report came from outside the hall: "Sect Master, the Holy Envoy has sent word, requesting the Yu Xuan Clan Chief to come for a discussion..."

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(End of this chapter)