Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 778 Yan Youtai's Defeat, Actions from All Sides

Looking out over Yunhe Island, Xuanzhi, Yufengzi, Yanli, and Qingsui took action.

Yan Youtai removed the spirit pet from his waist, poured his magic power into it, and tossed it down with a wave of his hand.

"Junior Brother Gongni, it's your turn to make a move!"

"Roar!"

The tiger roared fiercely, and demonic energy surged from the spirit pet pouch.

On Yunhe Island, towering pavilions stood, and the cultivators were on high alert.

Meng Lingxuan's expression changed slightly as he looked at his master, Gongni.

"Master!"

"This is the price we have to pay, disciple. Although there are no top-tier figures among the Foundation Establishment cultivators of Tianji Peak..."
But since you, representing Tianji Peak, have appointed one of the Nine Sons of Xuan Yang, you must pay a sufficient price.”

"The mysteries of this matter will be discussed with you and me, master and disciple, another time. For now, let's discuss it further."

"As Brother Yan commands."

Gongni, wearing a gentleman's crown and holding a green bamboo divination stick in his hand, took a step forward and intercepted Yanli.

"I have long heard that Fellow Daoist Yan has a profound foundation and can fight against a Core Formation Realm cultivator. Since we are both Pseudo-Core Formation Realm cultivators, I humbly request your guidance."

"Gongni?"

Yan Li had the appearance of an old woman, held a mulberry cane, and exuded an aura as murky as a swamp.

After a few breaths, her expression turned solemn, and she said sincerely:
"I have met you several times before, but I never imagined you were hiding your true identity so well."

"Roar!"

A demonic aura filled the air, accompanied by howling sounds.

A ferocious tiger with gray and yellow stripes, its face contorted in a menacing manner, swung its long tail, like the master of the forest, and leaped down.

"A spotted tiger?"

Seeing the third-tier savage beast blocking his way, Yu Fengzi waved his hand and unleashed the Heavy Water Turtle Pearl.

On the other side, a gentle breeze howled as twenty array pillars shot into the sky.

Xiao Yan's left earring swayed, and his eyes reflected the figures of Qing Sui and Xuan Zhi.

The Bodhi branch in his hand swayed, his expression solemn.

Seeing that the situation on Yunhe Island had stabilized, Yan Youtai turned his gaze back to Fang Yi, looking at him calmly.

"regret?
You old corpse, you think I'll regret this?

It's a fool's dream! "

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and with a flick of his fingers, the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Disc transformed into a silver sun, which then plummeted downwards.

After reaching the fourth level of Core Formation, his magical power underwent another transformation, and he was now able to unleash the full power of the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams.

"boom!"

The sound is loud and the sun is setting in the west!
The compass, surrounded by silver light, manifested immense power, gathering a surging spiritual tide, and crashed down.

The banners of the Void Realm fluttered, and Fang Yi's fingertips changed their spells, unleashing a sinister magic seal.

A head with black hair as messy as seaweed and bluish-black skin protruded eerily from the banner.

"Imperial Decree: Soul-Devouring Needle!"

Ghostly light and ghostly energy gathered at the mouth of the Crimson Princess, transforming into eight hundred soul needles that shot out.

The Soul-Devouring Needles rained down, their sharp tips gleaming with a cold light.

"Ding! Ding! Ding ding!"

The sound of metal clashing continued, and the silver sun crushed the Soul-Devouring Needle.

One by one, the Soul-Devouring Needles exploded, but the Nether Banner swayed, and the eerie needle shadows shot out incessantly like a storm.

"Oh!"

Seeing the silver sun destroyed, the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate dimmed and fell into his hand.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, perfectly formed by the Six Paths of Restriction?"
"Unfortunately, it lacked a main soul; otherwise, the power of the nascent Yin Soul Dojo could have been more than doubled."

Yan Youtai glanced at Xiao Yan on Yunhe Island, who was barely maintaining the battle line with the help of the third-tier savage beast, the Spotted Tiger, that he had left behind.

The fake Dan Gongni, who fought Yan Li to a standstill, and the Miao Yun Zhenren, who was entangled in the Azure Dragon Fighting Technique and was temporarily unable to escape.

"I will not waste my time arguing with you, fellow Daoist."

With a flick of his fingers, the golden words of law in the Heavenly Law Bright Cloud Tower flowed and transformed into a gilded magic sword, which he held in his hand.

"Imperial Decree: Bright Sky Spirit-Slaying Sword."

"Imperial decree: Seal the secrets of heaven."

The Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate rotated, evolving into an ancient and simple hexagram character that landed on the gilded sword hilt.

"Zheng!"

The ancient sword murmured, its chill penetrating to the bone.

"hiss!

"Did Yan hold back last time too?!"

Miao Yun's robes fluttered, and her pupils slightly contracted.

She shifted her feet, dodging the azure dragon's claw, and with a flick of her finger, the Xuan Yue Blade slashed down.

"These old fogies are all incredibly cunning. Not even a quarter of an hour has passed yet; how much longer can Yin Bone hold out?"

"After Yan Youtai broke through the realm, his magical power increased greatly."

Have you already refined the Heavenly Law Bright Cloud Tower and the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams to the point of perfect harmony?

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi caused the eerie, cold light on the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner to swirl, and a Netherworld Coffin to float and sink in the blood and flesh swamp, breathing in and out Yin energy.

"Buzz!"

A dull, piercing sound echoed as the coffin opened, and Chi Yin extended his five fair fingers.

"Imperial Decree: The Great Handprint of the Corpse!"

The red, white fingers, covered in gray-black scales and surrounded by phosphorescent flames, reached out with a seemingly slow but actually rapid motion, revealing the precious banner.

"Keng!!"

The giant handprint of the Yin Corpse slammed onto the spine of the sword, causing the runes to explode, and the Xuanxiao Spirit-Slaying Sword was shattered by the corpse energy.

The Yin Corpse Handprint continued its momentum, heading straight for Yan Youtai's head.

"I have underestimated Fellow Daoist Yin Gu."

Indeed, none of the True Persons who advanced to the mid-stage of Core Formation in the Great Cloud Realm were ordinary individuals.

As the crisis loomed, Yan Youtai chuckled lightly.

"Wow!"

His Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams robe shone brightly with black and white light, his four-sided pure crown was adorned with flowing runes, and the jade brocade belt around his waist was inlaid with twelve spirit-suppressing pearls that lit up one by one.

The black and white light swirled, the three treasures merged into one, and the fierce Yin Corpse Handprint was easily swallowed.

"I thought I could save my energy and not waste my life force."

That's all.

"Imperial Edict!"

The principle of harmony between humanity and nature!

The Heavenly Witchcraft was activated in his soul, and scenes of slash-and-burn agriculture and sacrifices to heaven and earth appeared.

The jade pendant exuded a wild and untamed energy, and the ancient chants of our ancestors echoed in our sea of ​​consciousness.

The eight trigrams of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li flowed, and a dilapidated altar appeared and disappeared, with starlight shining and transforming into the constellations of the heavens.

In a short while

A strange spell entered his soul, and his divination cultivation advanced further, easily surpassing the third-tier upper level.

Master Tianji Dao!
Yan Youtai's aura was ethereal and distant, faintly displaying the might of a Great True Man, and was evolving into the prototype of the Heavenly Secrets Daoist Temple.

"Three-quarters of an hour?"

"I have no time to waste on you."

"Yin Gu, your path of cultivation ends here!"

"This energy?!"
"Yan Youtai has not yet broken through the Dao of Heavenly Secrets, how could he possess such power!"

The Xuan Yue Blade unleashed thunderclouds, and Miao Yun's expression changed drastically.

Immediately, his natal essence ignited, and his vital blood surged back, urging him to activate the Star-Refining Talisman at all costs.

"Yin Gu must not perish here!"

She knew perfectly well that without the help of a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, Yunhe Island would be difficult to reclaim.

"Buzz!"

The Crescent Moon Blade transformed into a silver moon, its power surging as it slashed down in a piercing arc.

"Ha, you useless piece of trash who relies on external things, do you really think that everything you have is the result of your own hard work and cultivation?"

The Tianji Daoist Temple is in its nascent stage.

Yan Youtai's eyes shimmered with silver light as he sensed a subtle discrepancy within the subtle energy flow, confirming his earlier suspicions.

"Golden elixir?!"

He looked disdainful, then extended a ray of spiritual light. The Azure Dragon Staff, transformed into an Azure Flood Dragon, gained a touch more dynamism in its eyes.

A claw covered in scales reached out and easily grasped the Crescent Moon Blade, its cold light gleaming.

"Tear it!"

A claw mark slashed across the silver sword, colliding with the azure divine imprint within it.

"puff!"

The backlash from the magic caused Miao Yun's energy to weaken by three points in an instant, so she hurriedly swallowed a pill.

"Without outside interference, it's now Fellow Daoist Yin Bone's turn to embark on his journey."

Yan Youtai, his robes billowing, looked on with admiration, then said with regret:

"It's a pity that you insist on making things difficult for me, otherwise, with this level of cultivation, where in the Great Cloud could I not go?"

His aura became increasingly profound, and the Daoist practice evolved into the celestial hexagrams, seemingly in harmony with heaven and earth.

A slender index finger glowed with a faint light as it touched down, and an inexplicable aura descended like shackles, instantly locking Fang Yi in place.

"Heavenly Yuan Finger!"

"die!"

A dark mist swirled around, making the figure appear and disappear intermittently.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, you have finally revealed your trump card."

"It's been a long time since I've used my full strength; I hope you can give me my fill!"

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly, his face wicked, his scarlet robes fluttering wildly, his aura vast and powerful.

"As you say, fellow Daoist, three-quarters of an hour is too long. Why waste time like that?"

"The Corpse Handprint!"

"kindness?

Fellow Daoist, you've exhausted your skills. This Yin Corpse Great Handprint is nothing more than this.

Yan Youtai shook his head slightly, and the divination behind him continued to evolve, instantly locking onto three weak points in the power circulation of the Yin Corpse Handprint.

"is it?"

"Buzz!"

The banner of the Ruins of Desolation and Prosperity fluttered, with four colors of spiritual light—blue, yellow, black, and red—flowing within it, outlining the seventh treasure restriction.

"Oh!"

In an instant, spiderweb-like cracks appeared all over the precious artifact, and it was on the verge of complete collapse.

"disease!"

Fang Yi gripped the precious banner tightly with his five fingers, pouring his extremely pure and potent power of withering and flourishing into it.

Within the small grotto-heaven, the Daoist principles of withering and flourishing evolved. The illusory image of the Great Toon Tree flashed by, and its immense magical power transformed into a pillar to suppress the runes and stabilize the seventh treasure restriction.

"fall!"

His withered, thin fingers gleamed with a ghostly light, and a fierce aura surged into the sky.

The aura of corpses and demons spread, and the surging of the Yin River could be faintly seen. Blood and flesh writhed in the mud, evolving into a domain of Yin spirits.

Tianyuan refers to the flowing silver light, which evolves into celestial hexagrams and mysterious energy flows.

but.
"Oh!"

The Heavenly Yuan Finger scattered silver light, and the Yin Corpse Hand, its scales and armor shattered, fiercely annihilated the silver magic power with its eerie corpse energy.

"A top-grade magic weapon, the Myriad Soul Banner?"

Yan Youtai's face was solemn, and an immense pressure was palpable.

A mid-stage Core Formation cultivator wielding a high-grade magic weapon with compatible Qi and meridians is only a hair's breadth away from becoming a True Person at the Sect Master level.

This Yin Bone has a bright future; all he lacks is to go into seclusion and cultivate diligently to break through to the sixth level of the Core Formation stage.

"I underestimated you."

"When did Fellow Daoist Yan ever think so highly of me?"

Fang Yi's eyes were calm and clear, devoid of joy or sorrow. The gray mist of the Ruins Realm Banner churned, and the Yin energy surged.

"Zheng!"

The nascent dojo beneath his feet shattered, and the churning yin energy was continuously devoured and refined by the precious banner.

剑柄
剑脊
Jianfeng
A seven-foot-long black jade sword was covered in dark patterns and surrounded by a chilling killing intent.

'It's been a long time since I've used such supernatural power in combat.' Fang Yi murmured to himself, a look of reminiscence on his face.

'It's been about two hundred years since the last time he made a move.'

He reached into the Void Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner and drew his longsword. He twirled it gracefully before slashing down with a single blow.

"Three Yin Godslayer, Slay!"

"Zheng!"

The dark sword shadow swept past, turning into afterimages, and in an instant, the sword slashed towards Yan Youtai.

"You will die!"

'If it hits head-on, the chances of survival are slim!' Yan Youtai's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, the hairs on his body stood on end, and his soul kept warning him.

While puzzled, he activated his magic power, and the hand seals in his hands changed.

"Even if the Myriad Souls Banner is a high-grade magic treasure, Yin Bone is only at the fourth level of Core Formation, and his cultivation may not be completely stable."
How can he fully unleash the power of this treasure?

"rise!"

The Heavenly Law Bright Cloud Tower shone with a brilliant white light, and the golden law book descended with eight-cornered spiritual rays, while the majestic sound of drums echoed.

"boom!"

With a thought, Fang Yi sent down a blood-red coffin from within the banner. The crimson corpse energy solidified and, linked by runes, transformed into chains.

"Crash!"

The scarlet chains, like venomous snakes, strangled and bound the Heavenly Law Bright Cloud Tower.

The Corpse's massive handprint is unstoppable; keep shooting!

"That's too late!"

Yan Youtai hardened his heart, burning his essence and blood, consuming his lifespan, and the sound of the Heavenly Witch's Sacrifice in his soul became louder.

"Heaven and Earth are reversed, the celestial hexagrams revolve!"

"Boom!"

Within the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate, a precious barrier shattered, its essence evaporating, and its true form pressing down.

"Zheng!"

The Three Yin God-Slaying Sword fell, slicing through gold and jade, and a corner of the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate was severed, erasing the Qian and Kun trigrams.

"laugh!"

The three Yin energies dissipated, transforming into a three-foot-long needle that shot out and instantly struck Yan Youtai's head.

"Boom!"

The four-sided pure crown on his head burst open, Yan Youtai's hair was disheveled, his heart was pounding like a drum, and his qi was fluctuating erratically.

It was just a hair's breadth away.
He was just a hair's breadth away from dying and perishing without the protection of the Four Directions Pure Crown, a magical treasure.

"go!"

Yan Youtai was still shaken, his soul was damaged, and his natal magic weapon was severely injured.

If we don't leave now, we'll be stuck on Yunhe Island.

"Yan!"

The Azure Dragon swung its tail, forcefully repelling Miao Yun, before transforming into a precious staff and being recalled.

Silver light swirled around Yan Youtai's feet, and the three magical barriers beneath his feet—[Cloud Escape], [Wind Walk], and [Crow Walk]—all lit up simultaneously.

"puff!"

His figure vanished, and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared before Yunhe Island.

"fall!"

With a wave of his sleeves, a talisman over ten feet long flew up, transforming into ancient vines that spread out, weaving a net that trapped and locked people in all directions.

First, he blocked the path of the salt quinoa, then with a wave of his sleeve, he cast a net that entangled the blue marrow.

"go!"

Yan Youtai closed his eyes slightly and glared hatefully at Fang Yi, who was chasing down from the sky.

"This time I have lost. Once my mastery of the Heavenly Secrets breaks through to the third-tier superior level, I will surely avenge this defeat."

"burst!"

Twenty-four array pillars stood tall on Yunhe Island, radiating brilliant light, drawing upon the power of the spiritual veins like whales drinking water from a well.

Immediately, the array pillars trembled in unison, and the array patterns converged.

"boom!"

Mushroom clouds rose one after another, and a vast spiritual tide swept across all directions.

"Boom!"

Cloud and Island, bursts of multicolored spiritual light—blue, gray, white, black, and green—shot up and transformed into streaks of light that fled frantically.

With the tide turned against them, the resettlement of the cultivators on Yunhe Island has become a major problem.

"Oh!"

Within his dantian, the seventh protective barrier on the banner shattered, the runes dissipated, and fine cracks appeared on the banner's surface.

A fleeting look of heartache crossed Fang Yi's eyes. The Azure Gold Pill slowly rotated, and his natal essence fell to nourish the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner.

Using the power of decay and flourishing, the five elements are suppressed to maintain their cycle.

He forcibly generated the seventh treasure restriction and unleashed the ultimate divine power of his past life, the Three Yin God-Slaying Sword.
His natal treasure was enhanced by the power of the Five Elements Rotation in the Grotto Heaven, but he also paid a considerable price for it.

Watching Yan Youtai's departing figure disappear into the distance, Fang Yi's scarlet robe fluttered, his gaze clear and calm, showing no intention of obstruction.

'I have a trump card yet to be played, and you haven't given it your all either.'

Having broken through to the third rank of the Upper Grade in the Path of Heavenly Secrets, and discovered something amiss with the magical artifact within his soul, should he leave room for maneuver?
To discover this matter under the calculation of a near-fourth-tier Celestial Master who has reached the peak of Core Formation, Yan Youtai, you can truly be called an outstanding person.

Unfortunately, it was too late. What's done is done. Next time...
The next time we fight, it will be to send Senior Brother Yan on his final journey.

"Ok?"

During his escape, Yan Youtai's escape light paused for a moment as he sensed Fang Yi's falling aura.

"Borrowing the power of a magic weapon?"
That top-grade magic weapon, the Myriad Souls Banner, seems to have limitations as well.

"If we were to fully utilize the Heavenly Witch Jade..."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, his heart filled with gloom, and he exhaled a breath of foul air.

"Once my divination skills break through to the upper third rank, it will be enough to suppress the Yin Bone."

Sensing his dwindling lifespan, he sighed softly, as if mocking himself, or perhaps referring to something else entirely.

"Borrowing the power of treasures is ultimately not as good as one's own cultivation."

"A person can only rely on themselves"

Miaoyun, draped in a wide-sleeved robe with emerald patterns, descended slowly from the air, her feet shimmering with water.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Bone, why don't you give chase?"

"Pursuit?"

Fang Yi chuckled lightly, and the corpse energy beneath his boots gathered and transformed into a fifth-grade black lotus.

"Fellow Daoist Miaoyun, I have fulfilled my promise to you. Farewell."

Before Miaoyun could stop him, he transformed into a streak of gray light and vanished.

Xuanzhi and Yufengzi moved their divine senses slightly and asked in a telepathic message.

"Senior Sister Miaoyun, should we proceed according to plan and seize the opportunities that Yin Gu possesses?"

"No need"

Thinking of the battle between Yan Youtai and Yin Gu, Miao Yun's eyes showed fear. Even if she was unwilling, she had to admit it.

She was trapped by a magical artifact and was defeated by Yan Youtai.

He was no match for the Yin Bone Old Monster.
"Could it be that the secret manual of the White Bone Sect, the 'Hanba Book,' is truly so profound?"
eccentric."

A corner of Yunhe Island.

The rushing, pale light stopped, revealing a figure clad in a robe of vengeful spirits, holding a stupa of white bones.

Watching the azure light disappear into the horizon, he cursed loudly.

"That damned Yan Youtai is just spouting nonsense!"

"They couldn't even hold out for three-quarters of an hour before being defeated by Yin Gu?!"

Thinking of Fang Yi's power just now, Qing Sui frowned slightly.

"That old codger Yin Gu, is he plotting against me?"

"This shouldn't be happening!"

That old monster cultivates the path of corpses and possesses the Ten Thousand Souls Banner; this Blood-Red Bodhi Branch isn't worth his effort."

"call!"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, watched Fang Yi flee, and after a moment of contemplation in his blue-eyed eyes, he murmured:

"This involves a breakthrough opportunity. With the help of the Azure Water Pavilion, we must take down Xiao Yan."

"Ok!"

A white bone decree landed in his hand, and Qing Sui's divine sense probed into it.

A few moments
His expression was strange.

"What are the plans of that old monster Yin Gu?"
After fleeing, they left behind a decree—is this an attempt to raise prices on the spot?

Twenty years later.

On the shimmering surface of Qianbo Lake, a wooden boat drifts along with the current.

"Do the two sects of the White Bone Sect, the Drought Demon Scripture, truly possess such power?"

"After cultivating, a pseudo-core cultivator can almost rival a true Golden Core cultivator?"

A gasp of astonishment rang out across the lake. You Xishan held the communication talisman sent by Gong Ni, his expression strange.

"That old bastard from the White Bone Sect really knows how to hide."
Miao Yun's fake golden elixir depleted her essence and blood, yet she still couldn't defeat Yan Youtai.
Tsk, is that a yin bone?
"Another true master with the potential to become a sect leader; let's keep an eye on him."

"As for the White Bone Sect, that old monster from the Abyss Sea is extremely troublesome, so let's leave him alone for now."

Stimulated by this, Yan Youtai broke through to the upper third rank of the Heavenly Secrets Dao.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out three decrees engraved with ancient and simple shamanistic patterns from his sleeve.

"Imperial Edict!"

"The black crane transmits its voice!"

"Wow!"

A melodious and clear crane cry rang out, and runes were drawn, transforming into a crane with long, elegant feathers.

The cranes spread their wings, shrouded in mist, heading towards Qingkong Cliff, Xuanyang Mountain, and...
"Master Tianque, what are your plans?"

You Xishan's eyes showed worry, but his expression immediately turned serious. The Zhou Tian Bagua diagram behind him unfolded, locking onto a quietly lurking aura.

"Get back!"

A giant hand of starlight converged, surrounded by Bagua runes, and slammed down on the Jade Water Pavilion.

"Tian Quezi, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

The sound of the tides echoed, the azure waves rolled, and the banner that overturned the sea and sky was raised.

Yu Yuanzi's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, exuding an imposing aura without anger, and he spoke with sarcasm.

"Those who act justly gain abundant support, while those who act unjustly find themselves isolated. Your Xuan Yang Mountain has dominated the Great Yun for a thousand years; now, the position of hegemon should belong to my Biyue Pavilion."

"boom!"

Neither Yu Yuanzi nor You Xishan held back, each raising their respective Bagua diagrams and the Overturning Heaven and Sea Banner.

A fierce wind howled, towering waves surged, and the azure light churned and churned.

The treasure map flutters, the constellations evolve, and the Zhou Tian Fu culture is linked by mysterious pearls.

The Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation Realm, located in the southeastern border region.

A mountain range, resembling a burial mound, stretches out, surrounded by gloomy energy and a pale, ethereal light.

Deep in the mountains, locust trees form a forest, and in the forbidden area of ​​the White Bone Gate, tombstones stand one after another.

The Immortal Yuanhai, dressed in plain white burial clothes and wearing a tall hat, emerged from a large tomb.

"The Blood-Nourishing Drought Demon Book can actually be refined by a cultivator?"

"What kind of fortuitous opportunity did that old good-for-nothing Yin Bone obtain to be able to cultivate the highest-ranking inheritance in the sect?"

"According to Qing Sui, Yin Gu's whereabouts are unpredictable, and even if there are any soul lamps left behind in the sect, it will not be easy to see him."

His gaze was deep and thoughtful as he looked toward Sudu Mountain.

"It's that time of year again when the winds of change are blowing and fortunes are in turmoil."

The Xuan Yang Mountain sect was established over a thousand years ago, and the White Bone Sect was founded a thousand years ago. Other sects include the Bi Shui Pavilion, the He Huan Sect, the Tian Dao Dock, and the Feng Ling Immortal City.
Every two or three hundred years, a remarkable figure emerges, stirring up the winds and dominating the scene.

"A demonic cultivator has emerged from Mount Sudu, attracting many rogue cultivators. I wonder if I can take this opportunity to advance my cultivation level."

"The White Bone Sect sits on the mountain, watching the tigers fight, to see what will happen next."

As a demonic sect whose lineage has only existed beneath Xuan Yang Mountain for centuries, and whose disciples are fond of grave robbing and archaeology, the White Bone Sect possesses a complete collection of ancient texts.

Yuan Hai said meaningfully.

"I wonder how many waves Xuan Yang Mountain will stir up this time. The Great Cloud Realm is poor in spiritual resources and has limited opportunities; it's ultimately too small."

Xuanyang Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, where occasionally cranes can be seen spreading their wings, leisurely and carefree.

Hundreds of feet underground, magma surged, and the robust fire veins, like dragons with thick scales, were majestic and vast.

At the dragon's mouth, mist gathers, and the [Radiant Crimson Fire Cave] floats suspended. Its former power to melt gold and iron has now completely vanished.

Red Eyebrows trembled as he used his fingers as a brush and his magical power as ink to continuously transform the ancient and crude shamanic script.

A cyan jade talisman fell down, and he reached out to grasp it, using his divine sense to scan it.

He said strangely, "Yan Youtai has suffered defeat after defeat. Now that Yunhe Island has been lost, we'll see what happens next."

"Fine, let the cultivators of Tianji Peak join forces with the Five Extremes Peak lineage to defend Qingkong Cliff for now."

After one month.

The sun rises in the east, its light shining brightly, and the sky is as blue as if it had been washed.

【Tianlu Mingxiao Tower】With iron hooks and silver strokes, the six-story ancient tower shines with precious light, speeding through the gale-force winds.

The ancient building is built on a base of jade, with black glazed tiles, and thirty-six pillars made of lightning-struck wood. The pillars are inscribed with golden words and laws, and the eaves gleam with a mysterious white light.

"arrive!"

On the carved railings and jade-paved pavilion, Yan Youtai held the decree of the Red Eyebrow Prince, his face grim and uncertain.

"coming."

Within the inner city of Qingkong Cliff, cultivators came and went in an endless stream.

On the upper floor of Hanhai Tower, there is a viewing platform with carved railings and jade steps.

Fang Yi, dressed in a robe that seemed to transform mountains and rivers into the moon, gazed at the familiar aura.

"We've been waiting for a long time."

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