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

Chapter 805 Comprehending the Profound Mysteries, Breakthrough in Cultivation

Southwest of Dayun, the mountain range stretches and undulates, surrounded by gloomy energy, resembling an ancient tomb. Pale spiritual light flickers intermittently, and eerie green phosphorescent flames transform into skeletal ghost heads, constantly shuttling and howling.

The center of the mountain range was silent, with pale peaks rising abruptly from the ground, resembling a large tomb.

A streak of azure light streaked across the sky, pausing before the ethereal magical barrier, its surface shimmering with light.

"arrive!"

With her apricot-yellow robes billowing and her raven-black hair flowing over her shoulders, Ruan Xiang took a step forward, gazing at the distant mountain peaks soaring into the clouds, and amidst the rolling black mist, deep caves appearing and disappearing.

"Qing Sui has perished, losing a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator who was a pillar of the sect. Why is the White Bone Sect completely unresponsive?"

Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips parted gently, and an invisible sound wave swept across, shaking the clouds and mist beside the peak.

"Is Master Yuanhai of the White Bone Sect here? Ruan Xiang of the Azure Water Pavilion has come to pay a visit!"

"Ruan Xiang from Biyue Pavilion has come to pay a visit!"

"I've come to pay a visit."

The echoes continued, alarming the cultivators on the peak.

A series of gloomy divine senses rose up, urging various magical treasures with great interest. Emerald green skulls howled, deep bone bells disturbed the mind, and ghostly shadows were hidden in the long banner of yin spirits. Several cultivators appeared and disappeared nearby, spying and whispering among themselves.

"The Master of the Jade Water Pavilion?"

How did she come to this sect? Does any fellow disciple know the reason? What major event has occurred?

A hoarse voice rang out, and a hunched old man held up three fingers, saying, "Three pieces of second-tier Hundred Yin Bone. I know something about them."

"Old Ghost Xu, you really know a lot. It's just three pieces of Yin Bone."

With a howl and a few divine senses clashed, the old monsters reached a tacit agreement, and three pieces of spirit bone, each a foot long and covered with dark green runes, flew out.

A gray mist swirled around the spirit bones, and the hunched old man's hoarse voice rang out once more.

News has come from the rogue cultivators practicing at Qianbo Lake.

After Baiyangze was destroyed, Qingyangzi, the leader of Xuanyang Mountain, took action and extracted the source of the third-grade mid-level spiritual vein on Yunhe Island. It seems he intends to abandon Yunhe Island and attack the Nine Springs Mountain Herb Garden under the control of Biyue Pavilion.
"The arrival of Ruan Xiang, the leader of the Jade Water Pavilion, is most likely to seek assistance from the sect."

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi?"
"Xuan Yang Mountain truly lives up to its reputation as the number one sect in the Great Yun Dynasty; it has produced another ruthless character who has forced Bi Yue Pavilion to submit."

A decaying aura rose from the desolate mountain, and a pale divine sense flowed through it, exclaiming in astonishment, "Nine Springs Mountain?"

Fang Yi has such audacity and such a grand scheme!
Since the establishment of the Biyue Pavilion, the spiritual land of Jiuquan Mountain has been painstakingly managed by generations of spiritual healers. The Great Master has made many trips to collect the spiritual seeds in the secret realm of Jianyang.

The spiritual land is also rich in spiritual roots bestowed by the Great Yu Nascent Soul Sect, the Fire Worship Sect, which have accumulated a terrifying amount of spiritual roots, making countless Core Formation cultivators drool with envy.

But he never dared to make a move.

"No wonder the female cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion lowered their proud heads; Qingyangzi had struck a nerve, forcing them to seek help from outside."

"Fellow Daoists, this is a rare opportunity. Do you think we can get a share of it?"

That's the most prestigious spiritual plant garden in Dayun. Even if Xuan Yang Mountain produced a Grand Master skilled in spiritual plants, it still can't compare to Jiu Quan Mountain in terms of the variety of spiritual herbs they've accumulated."

The unrestrained conversation, filled with greed, kept reaching Ruan Xiang's ears.

'The old monster of Yuanhai is cunning and treacherous, intending to wait for a high price to sell. He is subtly reminding us of what these cultivators have said.'

The White Bone Sect hopes to maintain the general balance of cultivation in the Great Cloud Realm and does not want the two top sects, Biyue Pavilion and Xuanyang Mountain, to lose their balance and be unable to restrain each other.

but.
It's not necessary to act immediately.

'Damn Qingyangzi, damn Fang Yi!'

Ruan Xiangbei lightly bit down, patted the storage bag, and with a burst of magical power, the bag opened.

A gray aura enveloped a seven-foot-long spirit bone, its entire body covered in natural Yin energy. As it naturally absorbed and exhaled Yin energy, a vortex formed on the spirit bone and continued to rotate.

"Mysterious Bone Treasure?"
A mysterious bone nurtured in an extremely yin land, a quasi-fourth-tier Yin/Netherworld Dao spiritual object?

A hoarse, astonished voice rang out from the deep cave.

"The new sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain, Qing Yangzi Fang Yi, has truly pushed Bi Yue Pavilion to the brink."
I visited Qianbo Lake several times with utmost sincerity, even offering to pay a higher price for this spiritual bone, but Yu Yuanzi repeatedly refused. Now, the tables have turned.
"Heh, you're quite willing to use this Xuan skeleton as payment."

"Buzz!"

A white skeletal coffin, engraved with incised patterns and guarded by howling ghosts and beasts, floats in the air. The True Man of Abyss Sea, dressed in plain white burial clothes and wearing a tall hat, slowly rises as he lifts the coffin lid with his withered five fingers.

"I'd rather forgo a near-fourth-tier treasure than not ask you to intervene. Tian Quezi will surely go to the Biyue Pavilion and confront Yu Yuanzi."

"That's perfect. With no great immortals secretly watching, this is the opportunity for me to advance further!"

His pupils turned blue, and his eyes blazed with a sharp light. A majestic, pale-skinned demon god statue appeared behind him, its six arms waving.

"Wow!"

A beam of light shot out, and the dark clouds on the towering mountain peaks receded from both sides, revealing a jet-black bone bridge that extended out and landed at Ruan Xiang's feet.

A deep, authoritative voice rang out. "Fellow Daoist Ruan, please!"

Ruan Xiang's face darkened slightly, and Yuan Hai made no attempt to conceal the joy in his words, clearly intending to extort a large sum from Biyue Pavilion.

She wanted to turn around and leave, but the news from Yunhe Island made it impossible for her to do so, so she had no choice but to accept this hardship.
'You damned Qingyangzi, that damned Xuanyang Mountain.'

Hopefully, these mysterious bones will be enough to feed the old monster of the Abyss Sea.

Cursing inwardly, Ruan Xiang forced a smile and stepped onto the dark bone bridge.
Xuanyang Mountain.

Tianji Peak is shrouded in mist and clouds, with a thousand-foot waterfall cascading down, and flocks of blue cranes flapping their wings, their melodious cries echoing through the sacred peak.

Star-catching tower.

In the dimly lit, quiet room, an elderly cultivator, dressed in hemp robes, sat cross-legged on the altar, with a bronze ritual instrument behind him turning, generating the hexagrams of the celestial sphere.

"Qing Sui is dead?"

Tian Quezi opened his cloudy eyes and murmured softly, "It seems that Senior Brother Chi Mei and I underestimated Fang Yi after all. This junior is quite capable."

His five fingers were like withered vines; with a light touch of his fingertips, starlight flowed.

The power of destiny within Xuan Yang Mountain was activated, and the vast destiny outlined a continuous mountain range, a surging ancient river, a blazing sun in the sky, and celestial blades crisscrossing the heavens.

"The Three Changes of the Mysterious Star: The Wonderful Method of Observing Fortune, Imperial Decree!"

A chart depicting the fortunes of various forces emerged, displaying a dazzling array of spiritual lights in shades of blue, red, gold, yellow, and white, each vying for supremacy.

The Tianji Peak lineage has a thousand-year history, proceeding cautiously step by step. They have hidden agents within various sects and mountain gates. With the help of their predecessors' legacy, they can explore the trends of fortune in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World without needing to use a treasure like the Burning Heaven Glazed Mirror.

On the ancient and simple treasure map, a vast river flows far and wide. To the west, the water converges and takes shape, outlining a continuous lake, evolving into marshes and spiritual islands, and the three treasures of ruler, pearl and flag are transformed.

It is the Azure Water Pavilion that suppresses the great treasure of destiny, the Azure Sea Suppressing Ruler, the Nether Spring Pearl, and the Overturning Heaven and Sea Banner. "The water's rhythm is long and clear, like a spring of living water. Although the destiny has declined, it has not been fundamentally damaged?"
This signifies that the lineage has successors and that the tradition will not be broken.

Miao Yun died, and Yun Hui used the Chui Xing Refining Talisman to pretend to enter the Golden Core stage, but this also damaged her foundation. Not to mention the Great True Person, even those who had reached the mid-stage of the Core Formation stage found it difficult to make progress.

But the foundation of Biyue Pavilion's fortune remains, ah.

Tian Quezi's eyes closed slightly, a hint of a smile appearing in them.

"Yu Yuanzi most likely has a backup plan. Once bitten, twice shy. The Biyue Pavilion lineage has suffered so many losses within the sect, even Liyue was ambushed by Senior Brother Guang Sheng. It's time they learned their lesson."

"Miaoyun and Yunhui are most likely to use the battlefield to hone their skills and cultivate one or two master-level or even great master-level cultivators as hidden successors of the Daoist lineage."

Unexpectedly, instead of falling before Yan Youtai, she perished at Fang Yi's hands. That wretched maid Yu Yuan must be furious right now.

He swept his five fingers across the surface, and the ancient map of fortune continued to unfold. Sharp golden light appeared, evolving into a long mineral vein in the south. As the main base of the Chen family of Tiandaowu, a phantom of a treasure ship pressed down, with purple thunder rumbling and golden blade light constantly colliding.

"Hmm, judging from the changes in fortune, young Hengyi has also gained quite a bit."

On the ancient map, pale spiritual light condensed, surrounded by yin energy. In the deep and mysterious White Bone Gate, a Netherworld White Tiger exhaled and exhaled the aura of war.

"The White Tiger is the master of killing?"

"The Old Monster of Yuanhai has been persuaded by the Azure Water Pavilion and is now going to make a move against our sect."

Tian Quezi's turbid gaze swept over the pink aura of the Hehuan Sect, ignoring the decadent music. A chilling coldness appeared in his eyes, and water in the dark and quiet room froze into ice, with a cold aura spreading continuously.

"Very well, the White Bone Sect has made its choice."

The six major forces of the Great Cloud Kingdom—the Azure Water Pavilion, the Profound Sun Mountain, and the Heavenly Blade Dock—have already begun their battles, and now the White Bone Sect has joined the fray.

"Regardless of victory or defeat, it will be enough to push the fortunes of the Great Cloud Realm to their peak. At that time, the time will come, and it will be the time for Senior Brother Red Eyebrows to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm."

"As for Fang Yi and Xiao Changce?"

To save one's life is enough. One can eat the good food, gather resources, and ride the wind to safety, or rely on the bestowed escape talisman and backup plan to save one's life.

"Let's see what they're capable of."

"The great clouds rise and fall, the raging fire refines true gold; the Xuan Yang Dao lineage has no need for mediocre talents."

Half a year later.

Qianbo Lake, the former site of Yunhe Island.

On the dark reefs, scattered cultivators surrounded by malevolent energy, merchant caravans making money through harmony, and family cultivators dispatched by imperial decree have gathered, forming settlements of varying sizes.

Fang Yi went deep into the spiritual veins to refine his techniques and disappeared without a trace. Xiao Changce went into seclusion to cultivate the "Mysterious Gluttony Hundred-Day Banquet" and cook spiritual dishes. True Man Hu Lei did not want to take the lead. A sizable market town gradually took shape.

Beneath the water, azure divine light flowed, sometimes transforming into rolling mist, sometimes into magical restrictions, and sometimes into wooden runes, sealing off spiritual energy and blocking prying eyes.

The branches of the large Chinese toon tree, surrounded by the energy of decay and prosperity, stretch out gracefully like a canopy.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged under the tree canopy, a Tai Chi diagram behind him spinning, depicting the cycle of life and death, the changing of the four seasons, and the changes in the Qi of Jia and Yi wood.

"Peng!"

The Tai Chi diagram shattered once more, with the Qi of Jia Wood and Yi Wood colliding like needles against wheat awns, eroding each other without any connection or harmony whatsoever.

Fang Yi showed no joy or sorrow. His divine sense and magical power continued to circulate. The mysterious spiritual energy surged out from the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner, evolving into the Daoist rhyme of Yi Wood, and once again collided with the Great Chun Wood.

As the seasons change and the Daoist principles shift, life and death cycle, and the Tai Chi diagram takes shape once more, slowly turning like a millstone.

"Peng!"

In an instant, the blue Tai Chi diagram shattered once again.

This is the tenth, a hundredth, a thousandth, or even ten thousandth time this has happened in the past six months.
Fang Yi remained unmoved and unshaken.

If the supreme inheritance of the Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing can be completed so easily, then it is truly extraordinary.
From ancient times to the present, there have never been only two great beings: Tianqian Jun and Zhuanlun Laozu. They sublimated the Dao of Qiankun and the Dao of Yin and Yang from the precious scriptures, leaving behind two lineages: the Qiankun Life and Death Mirror and the Yin-Yang Revolving Wheel.
"Peng!"

The Tai Chi diagram behind him shattered once more, its vitality dissipating into scattered specks. Under the backlash of his magical power, Fang Yi's face turned pale, his energy plummeted again, and he felt a throbbing pain in his acupoints and meridians.

He extended his fingertips, and a wisp of azure light rose, transforming into mystical fungus, precious ginseng, vermilion fruit, five-colored lotus flowers, and many other wondrous phenomena.

The fragrance of the medicinal herbs wafted from the azure sky like a gentle spring, nourishing everything silently. In a short while, Fang Yi's complexion returned to rosy hues, and his depleted energy was restored.

"Even with the help of the Mysterious Heavenly Vine, there has been no progress. The [Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing] truly lives up to its reputation as a top-tier inheritance passed down from ancient times."

Exhaling a breath of grayish gas, Fang Yi shook his head slightly, his energy instantly returning to normal.

With his spiritual healing skills advancing to the middle tier of the third level, his physical body was brimming with vitality, and his essence and blood flowed like billowing smoke. He could instantly recover from the mere backlash of magical power.
"The Way of Wood, whether it be Jia Wood or Yi Wood, is truly profound and extensive."

"I have absolutely no clue."

Fang Yi pinched the bridge of his nose, waved his hand to collect the mysterious energy, and then looked at the crimson spiritual light flowing above the spiritual vein. The sucking sound continued, and the source was extracted and condensed into crystal beads.

"Judging by the time, with the news that I ordered Yu'er and Heng'er to spread, even if the Biyue Pavilion is slow to act, it should be able to persuade the Baigu Sect to lend a hand and guard Jiuquan Mountain."

It's time to break through.
If we don't break through now, the old monsters from the White Bone Sect will come knocking on our door. We won't have such a good opportunity to be nourished by a mid-grade third-tier primordial spiritual vein.

Fang Yi focused his mind and began to circulate the [Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing Technique].

The power of withering and flourishing surged forth like a mighty river, affecting the roots, trunk, branches, and tender leaves. An ancient tree swayed gracefully, its canopy spreading out, its green and yellow hues shifting and changing.

As the cultivation technique was activated, his vital energy gradually declined, his rosy complexion turned bluish-black, and his plump skin and flesh gradually withered and decayed.

"Buzz!"

The ancient trees withered, their surging vitality vanished, like a flickering candle in the wind, undulating and seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment, yet they also possessed a tenacious resilience that prevented them from being extinguished.

When the energy dropped to a low point, a life force appeared from the dantian three inches below the navel. The golden elixir spun rapidly, and three runes on its body shone with spiritual light, evolving into a rotating Dharma wheel.

"Crash!"

Like spring breeze melting snow, all signs of decay faded away. Fang Yi's aura, which had been on the verge of death, began to rise gradually. His complexion became rosy and radiant, and his flesh and blood gradually became fuller.

This cycle repeats itself endlessly, with the vital energy shifting from its peak to its decline, from its withering to its flourishing, thus enacting the changes of life, death, decay, and prosperity, and the changing of the four seasons.

"One week, two weeks, three weeks..."

The surging magical power surged forth, constantly awakening vitality within Fang Yi's resilient meridians, and in the cycle of decay and prosperity, the magical power was continuously tempered.

"call!"

The delicate, vibrant blue Bodhi branch swayed, its accumulated wood elemental power transforming into a verdant spiritual light that poured down into Fang Yi's fontanelle, instantly being refined into magical power to replenish the losses from refining his magical power.

"boom!"

The process was natural; he reached the fourth level of Core Formation!
(End of this chapter)