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

Chapter 817 Crimson Nether Makes its Move, the Battle Between Medicine and Poison

Chi Mingzi's aura was complex and chaotic. His eyes reflected the two great suns, one blue and one red, suppressing the spiritual veins on Linglong's head. He smiled eerily.

"Since Fellow Daoist Qingyangzi is unwilling to come out and meet me, then don't blame me for being impolite."

I've come specifically to learn a thing or two!

"Buzz!"

With a flick of his finger, a faint magical power surged forth, and the insect-like spiritual patterns writhed, causing a yellow clay urn to slowly tilt.

The inner wall of the clay urn was crawling with human-faced insect eggs, and a sweet, rotten smell wafted from the mouth of the urn. Blood-winged mosquitoes, ghost-faced white spiders, and rotting-headed green flies were present.
Thousands of insect eggs poured out, transforming into a colorful swarm of insects, their legs colliding as they swept towards Jiuquan Mountain.

"The Thousand Cocoon Jar?"

The voices that came from Jiuquan Mountain all came from major sects within the Great Cloud Sect, who had been fighting and scheming against each other for at least five or six hundred years.

The White Bone Sect was established just two hundred years after Xuan Yang Mountain, and its lineage has been passed down.

They had clashed countless times, and were well aware of each other's strengths, magical weapons, and secret techniques.

"boom!"

The mighty hammer flew out from beside the cliff in the mountain, accompanied by thunder and lightning, transforming into a hundred-foot-long electric net that swept down from above.

"laugh!"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of blood-winged mosquitoes convulsed, white smoke rose, and they were electrocuted into charcoal before falling from the sky.

"Hu Lei?"

"It's been over a hundred years since we last met. Fellow Daoist, you've certainly become more skilled. You've finally refined this Thousand-Pound Hammer to a mid-grade level."

Born into a branch of the Xuan Yang lineage, we are lacking in spiritual resources; I'm sorry to trouble you, fellow Daoist.

Chi Mingzi, dressed in a bright red robe and wearing a three-yin crown, exuded a profound aura and habitually uttered a provocative remark.

He immediately reached out and made a grasping motion, and a hazy mist gushed out from his sleeve, swirling back an electric net.

Feeling the tingling sensation from the gray miasma, he showed disdain.

"Only this much cultivation level?"

Hu Lei, you've been held back by Xuan Yang Mountain for too long; you're no match for me.

"Summon the new sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain, Qingyangzi Fang Yi, to come out and see me!"

Experience the vast medicinal herb fields in Jiuquan Mountain, where mist rises and falls, large lotus flowers sway, exuding fragrance and teeming with life.

Beside the nine spiritual springs, there are third-tier spiritual plants such as the Bone-Melting Osmanthus, Thunder-Swallowing Vine, and Sweet Pear Tree.
"A full nine third-tier spiritual herbs, none of which are of lower grade than mid-third tier."
What a stroke of luck!
"This trip to the Azure Water Pavilion was the right one. If it weren't for the Old Monster of the Abyss's ulterior motives, this opportunity wouldn't have fallen into my lap."

Chi Mingzi's greed surged, and he muttered to himself.

"Opportunity knocks but once; seize this chance."

The mountain is filled with a complete range of spiritual medicines of excellent quality, a testament to the countless efforts and dedication of the great masters of Biyue Pavilion throughout the ages.

Let alone swallowing it all, just 30% of the spiritual medicine would be enough for him to advance his poison cultivation to a higher level.

At the top of Jiuquan Mountain, the branches of the sweetgum tree sway gracefully, forming a canopy that occasionally casts a shimmering, jade-like light that soothes the soul.

On the ancient, blood-stained altar, a demon god with three heads and six arms dances, using his limbs to depict the inheritance of witchcraft and medicine.

Sensing the vibrations of spiritual energy from all directions, Fang Yi opened his eyes and slowly withdrew his divine sense from the ancient, dilapidated altar.

After a sudden surge of brilliance in his eyes, it quickly subsided, returning him to his original, unassuming state.

"I'm still not satisfied!"
The traditions of witchcraft and medicine are obscure and difficult to understand, yet profound and extensive. While lessons from other sources can be helpful, they are also difficult to fully grasp.

With the help of my junior brother Qing She's accumulated knowledge of alchemy, several difficult ideas that had previously troubled me were quickly analyzed and transformed into a solid foundation.
"A third-tier superior spiritual healer is not far off."

Xu Qingshe wore a crimson robe adorned with a hundred flames, her body wreathed in firelight, her aura soaring, and surrounded by the fragrance of elixirs.

His eyes also showed reluctance.

The Dao of Alchemy and the Dao of Medicine also have commonalities. With the help of Fang Yiling's accumulation of medical knowledge, his cultivation in the Dao of Alchemy increased rapidly.

"As expected of the ancient shamanic lineage, the inheritance of shamanic medicine is truly invaluable."

He gazed thoughtfully at an ancient, rustic clay urn amidst the swarming insects outside Jiuquan Mountain.

"The Thousand Cocoon Jar?"

This mid-grade magic weapon, a secret technique of the White Bone Sect and a master of insect poison, is like a tiger with wings in the hands of Chi Mingzi, a master of poison.

"Hey, that's interesting."

The old monster who cultivates the poison path of the White Bone Sect has a long history of grudges with the spiritual healer of the Azure Water Pavilion.

The two lineages vie for the elixir, secretly harming each other's successors; any encounter between them inevitably leads to a relentless battle.

They are sworn enemies!

Now, they have been forced by Senior Brother Fang to join forces and turn hostility into friendship.
This is indeed a rare sight.

Fang Yi's expression was calm, his eyes clear, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"There is no ancestral feud between the White Bone Sect and the Azure Water Pavilion; it is merely a struggle for interests."

The establishment of the Biyue Pavilion back then was inseparable from the assistance of the Baigu Sect.

The two factions have a tacit understanding, using the interplay of the two paths of spiritual healing and spiritual poison to hone each other's skills.
Otherwise, given the foundation of the Biyue Pavilion, relying on the Zoroastrianism...

Even if it cannot destroy the White Bone Sect, it is enough to severely damage the poison-based lineage of the Crimson Nether Child.

"That's true.

Senior brother sees things clearly: the White Bone Sect has a sect leader-level master in charge, and the White Bone Demon God suppresses its foundation.

Biyue Pavilion is even more at odds with the sect, and the lineage of the Great Masters has been passed down through generations.

Both factions retain their fundamental strengths, whether they are third-tier poison masters or spiritual healers of the same rank.

Even if they fail temporarily, it will only serve to hone their skills.

Xu Qingshe held the Heaven and Earth Furnace in his hands, its golden light surging forth, and a fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

He stood up, took a step forward, and transformed into a streak of crimson light, stirring up layers of heat waves.

Half a breath later, the magical barrier formed by the Azure Lotus Banner was only a stone's throw away.

"Senior Brother Fang, watch me teach Chi Mingzi a lesson for you!"

"Don't worry, Junior Brother."

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi unleashed a burst of mysterious light from the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner behind him, which was about ten feet long. The banner handle pierced through the jade steps at the summit and embedded itself in the ground.

"Buzz!"

The verdant spiritual light gathered and transformed into a long, slender green wooden handprint, which pressed down seemingly slowly but actually swiftly, forcing the crimson escape light back.

"Junior Brother Xu, don't be anxious."

The fact that Chi Mingzi of the White Bone Sect acted alone clearly indicates that he came to test the strength of the mountain.

With Master Hu Lei and Master Chang Ce present, it is not yet time for you to make a move.

Chi Mingzi is also a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator who has accumulated experience over many years. If my junior brother makes a move and his true strength is thoroughly investigated, it will be extremely disastrous.

"Very well, let's do as Senior Brother says. Our greatest enemy is still Ruan Xiang of the Biyue Pavilion."

Xu Qingshe sensed the gray, swirling insect tide, its fierce energy sweeping towards Jiuquan Mountain, and suppressed his restless thoughts.

He shook his head helplessly, knelt down, and sat cross-legged, his body supported by a crimson cloud bed.

"Since I started cultivating, Senior Brother Fang has never suffered a major loss. I'll just continue to study the Blood Witch Platform."

Inside the bronze ring, 'Old Chen' gazed at the insect-like runes wriggling on the yellow clay urn, his eyes slightly closed.

A hint of wariness appeared on his face.

'This poisonous magical artifact...it seems strangely familiar.'

'This shouldn't be the case. Qiongzhou and Zhongzhou are separated by tens of thousands of miles. I only escaped to this place by chance.'

According to Xu Xiaozhi, this Thousand Cocoon Jar has been passed down for no more than five hundred years.

His expression shifted between light and dark as he reached out and pinched his throbbing brow.

After that calamity, my nascent soul was severely damaged, leaving only a remnant soul clinging to life.

Much of my past memory has been lost. Let's observe a couple of things first before discussing anything else.

He was merely a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, at most on par with the Green Snake, approaching the threshold of becoming a sect leader.

With Fang Yi, this old Xuanwu, around, nothing can go wrong.

"Chi~"

"Sigh~"

"Buzz!"

The limbs undulate, the blood-red mosquitoes flutter their wings, and the flies spew out miasma.

As the sweet, rotten aroma filled the air, a swarm of insects—transformed from blood-winged mosquitoes, ghost-faced white spiders, and rotting-headed green flies—sweetly swept in.
Master Hu Lei frowned slightly as he glanced at Linglong Peak.

Feel the two streams of magical power, one blue and one red, rotating and constantly colliding with the magical restrictions of the azure sea tide.

The Thunder-Swallowing Vines climbing the cliff face have had their surrounding Azure Sea Tide magic restrictions weakened.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, tensed his body, and remained resolute in his heart.

"Since Chi Mingzi of the White Bone Sect has come here, the lowly maid of the Azure Water Pavilion must have colluded with the Old Monster of the Abyss Sea."

It's uncertain whether Jiuquan Mountain can be defended.
The most important thing now is to get Fang Yi to quickly erase the Azure Sea Tide Restriction and take away the third-tier spiritual herbs such as the Bone-Treating Cinnamon, the Sweet Pear Tree, and the Thunder-Swallowing Vine.

Even if we are defeated and have to relinquish the sacred land, with the Thunder-Swallowing Vine in hand, I can still protect my fundamental interests.

"Junior Brother Changce, Junior Brother Gongni, quickly lend me a hand and defeat this ungrateful old monster from the White Bone Sect!"

The lingering sound faded away as he lightly patted his storage bag with his large, fan-like hand, and an ancient stone tablet magic weapon shot out, connecting with the water vapor from all directions.

A hazy, leaden cloud gathered, stretching for dozens of miles.

Yellow lightning bolts, like serpents, weaved through the clouds, blotting out the sun and plunging the vast Jiuquan Mountain into darkness.

"go!

"By imperial decree, activate the Purple Thunder Transformation Technique!"

The two mighty hammers were linked by their energy, with dark lightning patterns flowing around them. They struck into the leaden clouds, where lightning transformed into armor, and electric light swirled around them endlessly.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two single-horned thunder rhinoceroses emerged from the leaden clouds, their limbs treading with imposing power.

"For three hundred years, it's been the same few thunder-based techniques and supernatural abilities."
The Heavenly Punishment Hall only has this limited inheritance of Thunder Dao, and it hasn't improved in hundreds of years. It's just a branch, a branch.

Chi Mingzi stood atop the Hall of White Bones, his crimson robes fluttering in the wind.

He gently pushed the Three Yin Crown, and a dense miasma gushed out, merging with the swarm of insects.

"The Yin Miasma Technique, swiftly!"

"hiss!"

The swirling miasma eroded their divine senses, and the swarming insects instantly swept the two one-horned thunder rhinoceroses into the darkness.

The flow of the epidemic air transformed into worms, which burrowed into the Thunder Armor.

The one-horned thunder rhinoceros charged wildly, spewing out thunderballs, but in just a few breaths, its body was corroded by fine, needle-sized gray plague energy.

The gray spots continued to expand and connect, and within a few breaths, they had grown to the size of a palm.

Beneath the Thunder Armor, it further eroded and polluted the very essence of the Thousand-Pound Hammer.

"The path to the evolution of epidemic toxins from insect venom?"

Linglong Peak, with its gnarled and twisted branches of the sweetgum tree, remains magnificent.

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he murmured to himself.

'The White Bone Sect has such exquisite poison techniques; if I could obtain them, I could accumulate them into wealth.'

My mastery of spiritual poison will surely reach the upper-tier third rank before my breakthrough in spiritual medicine.

'pity.'

After a moment, he shook his head slightly, rejecting the idea of ​​forcibly seizing the inheritance of the Poison Dao.

It's not the right time yet.
With my current cultivation level, even if I could defeat Chi Mingzi, a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, it would be difficult to capture him alive for soul searching.
Moreover, Yuan Hai has not yet shown himself.

'That old monster from the White Bone Sect is unfathomable. Even Tian Quezi is wary of him. He wants to kick Chi Mei out of the game before Chi Mei breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage.'

This is no ordinary sect leader. For example, Chen Sheng, the sect leader of Tian Dao Wu, is someone Tian Quezi has never taken seriously, letting him run wild as he pleases.

Let's wait and see.

Fang Yi used his mouth to transmit the sound through a worm-like motion.

"Thank you for your help, Master. You've put some pressure on Chi Mingzi; this old monster disciple has vaguely sensed something is wrong."
However, the hall of white bones concealed his aura and interfered with his movements, making it difficult for the disciples to probe Chi Mingzi's true strength.

A thatched hut stands beside a rocky forest on the mountainside.

As his magical power flowed and he prepared to unleash the Profound Flame Pearl to assist in summoning thunder, Xiao Changce's movements faltered slightly.

"How come Chi Mingzi also has a problem?"

He glanced at the Linglong Peak, where the azure sun suppressed all directions, remaining undisturbed, and then put away the Xuan Yang Pearl.

"The White Bone Sect has also been passed down for thousands of years, and its founding date is nearly two hundred years earlier than that of the Green Water Pavilion."

In the vast world of cultivation, only the sect has the longest-standing tradition.

Could it be that a secret weapon has been hidden for over a thousand years, left for Chi Mingzi?

"Let's test the waters!" Xiao Changce flicked his sleeve, and a bronze lamp flew out, hovering in the air.

He opened his mouth and blew, and the tiny flames flickered, scattering like stars. They were caught by a jade lotus platform and transformed into lotus seeds in the lotus pod.

"go with!"

"call!"

As the jade lotus platform drifted to the edge of the dark insect swarm, lotus seeds fell from the lotus pod as it swayed.

The lotus seeds swelled continuously, flashing red light, with bursts of fire rising and falling.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The flames rolled and steamed, and the sound of explosions echoed for miles.

Amidst the pitch-black swarm of insects, the one-horned thunder rhinoceros, enveloped and surrounded by miasma, glimpsed a sliver of firelight.

"Back!"

Master Hu Lei unleashed his magical power, flipping his large, fan-like hand to simultaneously unleash several third-tier thunder orbs.

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed and crimson waves echoed each other, and the Thunder Rhinoceros's armor transformed into hundreds of electric snakes dancing wildly.

Under the corrosive influence of the plague, the two mighty hammers dimmed and quickly fled from the swarm of insects.

"Chi Mingzi has already made such progress?"

Even if they haven't reached the level of a sect leader, they are not far off.

Hu Lei's eyes dimmed. Among his peers, he had also fought against Ruan Xiang and Chi Ming.

Although they won more often than they lost, it was ultimately a contest between peers, with comparable cultivation and combat abilities.

Now that he has entered the mid-stage of Core Formation, his cultivation has not caught up; instead, he has been constantly left behind by Ruan Xiang and Chi Mingzi.

"Although Junior Brother Lian Xiao is stuck at the bottleneck of the third level of Core Formation and cannot make vigorous progress, his ability to fight against other cultivators has also greatly improved."

"Tsk
How dare you, a mere chicken or a dog, be distracted when you fight me?
"If all cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain are of this caliber, then I would be impolite to refuse a visit to Jiu Quan Mountain."

Chi Mingzi was not angry when he saw the insect tide dying down. He changed his fingertips and a magic seal fell.

On the thousand cocoon urn, forged from yellow clay, the insect runes continued to wriggle.

The sticky insect eggs fell again, and one after another, the hideous purple-backed centipedes swung their legs and hatched from the eggs.

"hiss!"

"Pfft!"

The purple-backed centipedes fought and devoured each other, absorbing the flesh and blood from the yellow clay urn. The dry miasma churned and transformed into a giant centipede with a thousand legs, its aura ferocious.

"Blood Miasma Centipede-Swallowing Technique, go!"

"Shout!"

The miasma churned, and the giant centipede with its thousand legs possessed a fierce aura, like an ancient and monstrous insect, no less powerful than a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator.

A crimson light swirled around Xiao Changce, and red clouds rolled beneath his feet as he stood shoulder to shoulder with the imposing Hu Lei Zhenren, who wore a purple-patterned brocade robe.

"Senior Brother Hu Lei, Fang Yi is trying to wear down the Azure Sea Tide Restriction. Let's join forces to fight him, and not force him to make a move."

"go with!"

The Profound Flame Pearl was unleashed once more, its crimson light surging and its spiritual flames dancing, causing the giant centipede surrounded by miasma to stagger.

"Yes, the medicinal herbs in Nine Springs Peak are important!"
This Crimson Nether Child hasn't reached the level of a sect leader, so he's still within our control.

Master Hu Lei raised his mighty hammer, which transformed into lightning and struck down.

"Oh!"

Amidst lightning and thunder, its immense power was undiminished, undaunted by the surrounding miasma, which roared mournfully at the centipede-like aura.

The vital energy was subtly declining.

"Chi Mingzi, stop your insolence!"

A streak of silver light flashed across the sky, snowflakes drifted down, and a chill swept through the air.

Yang Cai'er wore a plain white robe and a jade bracelet on her wrist. Her eyes were cold and indifferent, and wisps of icy spiritual energy swirled around her, making her seem to keep people at a distance.

Her chilling aura swept across the top of Linglong Peak, and as she sensed Fang Yicang's powerful aura, a hint of warmth rose in her eyes.

"disease!"

An ancient mirror, known as the Moon-Inviting Mirror, slowly rotated, its surface outlined with silver moon patterns. A cold, sharp light emanated from the mirror.

"Crack! Click!"

The giant centipede surrounded by miasma was quickly frozen, transforming into a lifelike ice sculpture.

"Yang Cai'er?"

Chen Sheng of Tiandaowu is truly a useless person, unworthy of being the sect leader.

Even early-stage Core Formation cultivators couldn't be stopped, so how could Xuan Yang Mountain possibly dispatch Core Formation cultivators?!

Inside the Hall of White Bones, Chi Mingzi's eyes flashed with malice as he glanced at the azure sun atop Linglong Peak and clenched his teeth in a low growl.

"This Qingyangzi Fang Yi has the temperament of an ancient tortoise; with such a good opportunity, why doesn't he make a move?"

"Fine, I'll spare your life for now."

"This is how I am; let's see how you continue to stand idly by!"

"burst!"

Within the Thousand Cocoon Jar, countless fiery butterflies fluttered their wings, and the scorching flames converged, transforming into a fireball the size of a millstone that exploded.

"Crack!"

Spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly across the cold, icy surface, eventually bursting apart in an instant.

The frozen, miasma-laden giant centipede, with its ugly face and fierce roar, crashed towards the waist of Jiuquan Mountain.

"not good!
"Chi Mingzi wants to destroy the spiritual veins!"

"Oops!
We mustn't let him harm the medicinal herbs in the mountains!

The Thunder God unleashed an ancient stone tablet, which crashed down like a meteorite.
Xiao Changce unleashed his magical power like a surging tide, summoning a jade lotus platform; Yang Cai'er's slender hands danced, and a jade bracelet also appeared on her wrist.

but.
"late!"

A chilling smile curled at the corner of Chi Ming's lips as he whispered:

"burst!"

"Let me see what abilities Xuan Yang Mountain has used to seize Jiuquan Mountain from Ruan Xiang of Biyue Pavilion."

"boom!"

The giant centipede exploded, and gray miasma rolled and swept towards Jiuquan Mountain, spreading disease, insect poison, and miasma.

In an instant, an ancient forest withered, the sacred land rotted, and the clear stream turned black.

The hazy miasma continued to spread, sweeping towards the precious third-tier spiritual plants.

At Linglong Peak, beneath the graceful canopy of the sweetgum tree, Fang Yi, dressed in a blue robe and wearing a gentleman's hat, stood.

"This Chi Mingzi is indeed worthy of his reputation, as he was able to predict the death of the previous generation of medical masters of the Biyue Pavilion."

His cunning, his methods, his inner strength—he has no weaknesses.

His expression was solemn. With a flick of his finger, the lush green vitality gathered and transformed into a gentle, precious light.

Immediately, the spells in his hands changed, and the power of water and wood intertwined, transforming into spiritual clouds.

"Like a spring breeze and nourishing rain, by imperial decree!"

"Minor Cleansing Breath Method!"

The gentle rain fell like a fresh rain in an empty mountain, washing away the gray miasma that eroded the mountain and dispelling the spread of the plague.

Inside the Hall of White Bones, Chi Mingzi's eyes flashed with a dark light, as if he were using a pupil technique.

"Finally, I've forced you, Qingyangzi, you old tortoise, to make a move."

Lean less.

He dismissed the eerie light in his eyes with satisfaction, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"A mid-grade third-tier spiritual healer, Qingyangzi possesses a pure and refined life force; he truly is an excellent whetstone."

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Fang Yi, I look forward to our next meeting."

He clapped his five fingers together. "Buzz!"

Surrounded by a pale, spiritual light, and amidst the trembling of the bone palace, it shot straight towards the sky without any hesitation.

Xiao Changce, Hu Lei, and Yang Cai'er attempted to intercept them, each unleashing their magical weapons.

The Xuan Yang Pearl crashed down, creating a wave of heat; the Thousand-Pound Hammer transformed into an electric snake that coiled upwards, while the Inviting Moon Mirror unleashed a beam of icy light, triggering a cold wave.

"You want to stop me?"

From within the Hall of Bones, a ferocious bone claw emerged, tearing through the protective barrier of the precious light.

In an instant, the Hall of Bones had turned into a black dot and disappeared into the horizon.

"This ferocious plague and miasma, though we try our best to conceal it."

but.
There's something wrong with the Thousand Cocoon Jar!

At the top of the exquisite peak, Fang Yi swept the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch in his hand, and the wisps of medicinal fragrance swept down.

With the help of the spring breeze and gentle rain, the poisonous miasma in Jiuquan Mountain is constantly dispelled.

Upon seeing this, Xu Qingshe frowned and spoke.

"What Senior Brother Fang means is that this Chi Mingzi is strange, and like Ruan Xiang, he has concealed his cultivation level."

"kindness.

The Thousand Cocoon Jar is a strange magical artifact of the Dao of Insect Poison, and Chi Mingzi was able to activate it to such an extent.

"This level of cultivation..."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly. In this Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, a True Person who can form a Core can do so regardless of their background.

There are truly no ordinary people among them.

"Chi Mingzi's cultivation has at least reached the level of a sect leader."

"Another cultivator who has reached the level of a sect leader?!"

Xu Qingshe gave a helpless bitter smile. Before he formed his core, he was calm and composed.

The sect leaders are only four: Hehuan Sect, Tiandaowu, Baigumen, and the Ancestral Hall.

Once the Golden Core is formed, the landscape of the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World will be completely different.

From within the bronze ring, 'Old Chen's' hoarse voice rang out.

'Young Xu, that's to be expected.'

The Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation Realm was carved out of the Great Yu Dynasty more than a thousand years ago after the fall of the Green Wood Palace lineage, serving as a buffer zone between the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation Realm and the Demon Race.

More than a thousand years have passed.

The conflict between the human and demon factions has eased, and sects such as Xuan Yang Mountain, Bi Shui Pavilion, Tian Dao Dock, He Huan Sect, and Bai Gu Sect have...
Their biggest rivals are each other, so they naturally keep a low profile in ordinary times.

Thinking back on what he had seen before, 'Old Chen' muttered to himself.

'They're all a bunch of cowardly old turtles, clad in armor like black tortoises.'

'Xuanyang Mountain hides a cultivator who has reached the peak of Core Formation, while Ruan Xiang of Biyue Pavilion has already broken through to the realm of a sect leader.'

It's perfectly normal for the Crimson Nether of the White Bone Sect to conceal their cultivation level.

"I wouldn't be surprised if a Heavenly Spiritual Root with the potential to condense into a Nascent Soul appeared out of nowhere."

This huge cloud is truly eerie!

'It can't be that bad.'

Xu Qingshe's lips twitched slightly, and he subconsciously retorted:

"Cultivators with Heavenly Spiritual Roots face virtually no bottlenecks before reaching the Nascent Soul stage. Once they appear, they will inevitably attract the arrival of the Great Yu Nascent Soul True Monarch."

The six forces of the Great Cloud Dynasty could hardly contain such a exceptionally talented Nascent Soul cultivator.

'Old Chen' shook his head slightly, his divine sense flowing. 'It doesn't matter, after all, Dayun is too small.'

But it's impossible to retain a Nascent Soul seed like the Heavenly Spirit Root.

Fang Yi ignored the secret conversations around him.

He held the Blood Altar in his hand, gazing in the direction the Bone Palace had fled, followed closely by a wisp of energy that had been peering into the underworld for a long time.

"Does this poison master, Chi Mingzi, intend to use me as a whetstone?"

"Very well, I have gained a lot from studying the Blood Witch Platform, and it is time to verify some of it."

Since I haven't reached the Abyss Sea yet, I'll ask Fellow Daoist Chi Ming to help me verify what I've learned."

This book has been renamed "The Immortal Path of Qingyang".

　The new book will be renamed "Qingyang Immortal Path" tomorrow, with an additional 2000 to 6000 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)