The road is vague

Chapter 463 Order Godhood
Feng Zhen, having received the imperial decree to arrive here, was already prepared for a major battle.

When he first appeared in the Southern Barbarian Lands, he fought a series of battles for several days, forcing the Undying Daoist of Lu Kingdom to back down and keep the war at a level below the Nascent Soul stage. This time, facing these mysterious spirit races, he was naturally prepared to be devoured by the heavens again.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Lord Qian Yuan bestowed upon him his own natal magic weapon.

"His Majesty."

Seeing that the emperor had projected his power from afar and used his heaven-reaching strength to suppress the Wood Spirit Ancestor and shield him from most of the backlash from the heavenly secrets, Feng Zhen, who was already feeling guilty, was moved to tears.

Rumble, rumble.

The power of Qian Yuan Sheng Xi ultimately overwhelmed Tian Yuan Deng, completely suppressing it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Wood Spirit Ancestor was seriously injured, Feng Zhen let out a thunderous roar. His right hand condensed an astonishingly brilliant light, which contrasted sharply with his dark and shiny skin. As a result, the distorted space around him seemed to form visible cracks as he punched it with all his might.

Bang!
Like a dandelion seed scattered by a gale, the immense power that had been gathered on the surface of the Wood Spirit suddenly dissipated and separated from its body.

After a while.

The Wood Spirit Ancestor's true form fell dozens of miles away, forming a huge crater.

"Fragments of Order!"

The universe operates in a ceaseless cycle of life. Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and above have initially mastered the ability to embed their own order within the universe and strengthen their own order by drawing upon the power of the universe.

However, this inlay is not secure.

When faced with a collision with another force of order, or when it perishes, it will fall from the world.

In ancient times, there were extraterrestrial beings who were called gods.

Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage do not die in the traditional sense. These so-called divine essences are like blood; they only die when the blood runs dry.

Inheriting these divine attributes and advancing to the Nascent Soul stage is also a viable option.

However, under normal circumstances, it is undoubtedly a pipe dream for a low-level cultivator to want to kill a god.

In most cases, after a battle between cultivators of the same level, the Nascent Soul cultivators, like hyenas, would take the opportunity to devour the scraps. Even if a Deity Transformation cultivator was killed by a Nascent Soul cultivator, it would usually happen during a large-scale battlefield conflict.

Once you reach the Nascent Soul stage, the number of beings and treasures at this level in each world will be limited.

These orders themselves can essentially represent the essence of a world.

However, without the corresponding foundation, roots, and insights, low-level cultivators who inherit the order will find it difficult to make any further progress in advancing to the Nascent Soul stage.

Especially when the order of the two sides is too different.

Even if one is fortunate enough to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in the future, one can only remain at the lowest level forever.

However, the demon race is an exception.

The primordial true demon race, in particular, is most adept at fusing various orders to form a bizarre and sacred corruption.

The reason why the demons of the Asura world are so aggressive is precisely because of the characteristics of high-ranking demons: they need to constantly plunder various forms of order to make their dark, filthy, and corrupt power even purer.

A flurry of thoughts flashed by.

The defeat of the Wood Spirit Ancestor is now a fait accompli.

Feng Zhen laughed loudly and rushed towards the place where the Wood Spirit Ancestor fell. His goal was to investigate the background of these spirit races, or rather, the background of the Aolai Continent. In addition, the reason why he was able to invite so many people for this operation was largely due to the leadership of the four late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

It is for these divine titles of order that they are willing to take this risk.

Looking back now, Jinglei Sanren was undoubtedly luckier.

"Black Dog Monster?"

Jing Lei Sanren, who was collecting Order Godheads, looked at Li Mo in surprise from afar.

"stop!"

Unlike the severely injured Thunderclap Hermit, who collected the blood of the Nascent Soul cultivators as materials to be slowly refined and absorbed later, Li Mo directly absorbed it with the blood-colored spiritual light, leaving the Thunderclap Hermit speechless.

In contrast to Jing Lei Sanren, Jiu Jian Sanren had lofty ambitions and was unwilling to use this to become a deity.

Moreover, absorbing these divine sparks of order does not guarantee the attainment of godhood; it merely transforms the seemingly hopeless shackles of evolution into a possibility with only a sliver or two.

in this way.

He untied the gourd from his waist and began to drink heartily, intending to watch a good show.

"It is said that Old Monster Black Dog once escaped from the Stone Demon Old Daoist's Heavenly Treasure. His strength is second only to those Nascent Soul cultivators who have reached the pinnacle. Logically speaking, Thunderclap Hermit has already reached the pinnacle level. Today's battle can be considered to have confirmed this. He does have the ability to escape from the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator... Although this Nascent Soul cultivator is in a state of madness, this time there is probably going to be a good show to watch, hehe."

Gudu, Gudu.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Li Chun, the Swordsman of Wine, couldn't help but gulp down two large mouthfuls of strong liquor.

Li Mo looked at the furious Thunderclap Hermit.

“Fellow Daoist Jing Lei, the spirit of my magical artifact is injured and urgently needs these Order Godheads for healing. If you are willing to give them up today, I will repay you tenfold in the future!”

"You, how dare you!!"

Jing Lei Sanren was furious.

He immediately transformed into rolling thunder and charged towards Li Mo.

Compared to Li Mo's multi-dimensional chaotic thunder order, Jing Lei Sanren's thunder is more inclined to sense celestial phenomena and comprehend the order of climate. Therefore, his every move will cause torrential rain and raging thunder, just like the dragon god who controls the wind and rain climate of the lost continent.

Li Mo had already truly felt the enormous gap in cultivation levels between the two sides. Previously, with the support of the Demon Shadow Mask, his cultivation level was roughly equivalent to the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, perhaps slightly weaker, but compared to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the gap was too great, and he could only barely fight back with the support of the Thunder Crystal.

However, this Thunderclap Hermit is no ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

Think of this.

A talisman suddenly appeared in Li Mo's hand, which he held lightly between his right index and middle fingers.

All of a sudden.

Centered on Li Mo, a circle of icy order rippled outwards.

The temperature in the vicinity dropped at a rate visible to the naked eye, and a thick layer of frost condensed and spread rapidly into the distance. This was even before he had truly activated the power of the talisman, and it was merely the natural overflow of spiritual energy.

The previously aggressive Thunderclap Hermit suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stared at the talisman in shock.

At his level, even so-called high-level talismans could no longer pose the slightest threat.

But the moment he saw the talisman in Li Mo's hand, Jing Lei Sanren felt as if his blood was about to freeze, his whole body was as if frozen, and even his nascent soul seemed to be frozen.

"Could it be a secret talisman?"

As a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he naturally knew that above high-level spirit talismans, there were so-called secret talismans, which posed a great threat to Nascent Soul cultivators and were regarded as the foundation of their heritage by sects skilled in crafting spirit talismans.

puff!
The Swordsman, who was watching from a distance, suddenly spat out the wine in his mouth and gasped.

"This...this could be the legendary Heaven-Reaching Divine Talisman?"

As far as he knew, the ancestral hall of the Tianfu Sect enshrined a Heaven-Reaching Divine Talisman, which was refined from the blood of nine ancient demon lineages and crafted with reference to ancient secret texts. It was regarded as the foundation of the sect.

Seeing that Jing Lei Sanren was intimidated by the divine talisman in his hand, Li Mo immediately snorted coldly.

"I am not negotiating."

This talisman was his trump card to deal with Old Dragon. He really didn't want to waste it here unless absolutely necessary, since he didn't have any deep-seated hatred for this Thunderclap Hermit, it was just a conflict of interest at the moment.

Seeing that he had successfully intimidated the other party, Li Mo pondered for a moment, and while continuing to collect the divine order of this place, he took out a secret manual.

"Let's exchange this for it."

Jing Lei Sanren took the book, which clearly bore the four characters "Tian Ren Gan Ying" (The Interaction Between Heaven and Man).

Just as he was about to laugh in anger, he saw the signature on it, and his eyes widened. He then started flipping through the pages without any regard for his image.

The more he looked, the more shocked and horrified he became.

Then he thought of another possibility: to start his own school of thought!
The Great Qian Kingdom has a hidden rule.

Any founding patriarch who attempts to advance to the Nascent Soul stage will receive the support of the Qian Yuan Saint Lord. The Dao Wen Saintess of the Dao Wen Sect and the Tian Ding True Man of the Tian Ding Sect both advanced by chance in this way.

After a long time.

Jing Lei Sanren gave Li Mo a deep look. He finally understood why this Black Dog Old Monster had made such a name for himself. He had actually obtained the inheritance of the legendary Tongtian Sword Saint. No wonder.

"As expected of the Black Dog Old Monster, your skills are indeed extraordinary. I accept your deal!"

Without another word, Thunderclap Hermit flew straight into the distance, leaving the dumbfounded Swordsman speechless for a long time before finally chasing after him.

After a while.

After collecting most of the Order Godheads, Li Mo glanced into the distance.

Feng Zhen, the leader of the Seven Heroes, was actually using some kind of secret technique to temporarily merge himself with the Wood Spirit Ancestor, seemingly to search for the other's memories.

The spiritual light from all directions continuously converged there, like a giant light shield enveloping both of them.

Simultaneously.

The Heavenly Origin Lamp continuously emitted spiritual light that disrupted spatial vibrations, but it was firmly suppressed by the Qian Yuan Sacred Seal and could not move.

Finally, the once vast Fire Spirit City has been completely reduced to ruins.

"To avoid things getting complicated."

After muttering to himself, Li Mo no longer coveted any other potential gains from this place. He had already obtained the greatest unexpected reward. In addition, since the Demon Shadow Mask was in a dormant period and he had lost the protection of the True Demon clone, he immediately flew towards the Great Qian Kingdom.

Three months later.

Li Mo secretly returned to Yuancheng, met with Zhong Laogui, shared some information about the depths of the Great Northern Wilderness, and then chose to go into seclusion at the headquarters of the Road Guiding Bureau.

soon.

A group of spirits appeared deep in the Great Northern Wilderness, causing a great stir not only in the Great Qian Kingdom but also in neighboring countries.

Many high-level cultivators flocked to Tianyuan Mountain and launched a joint all-out attack.

Even the cultivators from the Qian and Lu kingdoms, who were at war, chose to avoid discussing their conflicts in the face of shared interests.

Two years flew by.

As more and more high-level cultivators continued to explore the Great Northern Wilderness, the Spirit Race, which came from the Aolai Continent, was quickly wiped out.

Instead, a large number of humans from the Aolai Continent, along with a large number of low-level cultivators who practiced both physical and spiritual cultivation, and a very small number of evil bloodline cultivators, poured into the territory of the Great Qian Kingdom.

(End of this chapter)