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

Chapter 839 Yin Yue Presents a Treasure, the Curtain Rises
A fierce wind howled on Qingkong Cliff, but thanks to the cultivators' diligent efforts, acre after acre of emerald-green spiritual fields dotted the cliff face.

An invisible divine sense swept across, capturing the comings and goings of cultivators, as well as a cute little beast in the center of the ancient city, imprinting it into the divine soul.

"This Earth Pig is quite interesting. It is a beast that is not very intelligent to begin with, yet it is able to learn by analogy from the inheritance passed down by the shrewd Jiuqu.

"Push your formation cultivation to the lower third rank."

Tian Quezi lightly tapped his dove-shaped staff, his eyes sparkling with starlight as he conjured up the hexagrams of the heavens and observed the changes in the Qi of the great clouds.

The air within Mount Li is thick with yin energy, where ancient corpses lurk; the Burial Soul Abyss is filled with ghostly aura, and neither side seems to have any intention of launching an expedition.

His gaze shifted, sensing the changes in the fortune of the monsters in Sudu Mountain from afar.

"The deer-like creature is quite honest."

"It's almost done."
Senior Brother Li sent a message: "The spiritual veins of the Great Yu Ten Thousand Mile Ice Plains are advancing, and the Fire Worship Sect's True Lord Huo Lie and the Medicine King Valley's Old Monster Nong Su are keeping each other in check."

"Fourth-tier spiritual veins are the foundation of Nascent Soul sects; how precious they are!"
"Only the Great Yu Kingdom, with its vast territory and abundant resources, could continuously sustain the fourth-order spiritual veins."

He sensed the surging, constantly clashing and battling energy of the Great Cloud Cultivation Realm.

"This Yin Yue must have thoroughly cursed my ancestors, disciples, and descendants."
Fang Yi, the opportunity has been given to you. If you can't seize it, it means you are not fortunate enough or lack the ability.

"With her innate purple aura spirit body blessed by good fortune, if I hadn't reached that level in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets, I wouldn't have been able to discover Yin Yue's carefully hidden secret."

Nine Springs Abyss.

Above the dark, heavy clouds, Yuan Hai frowned, and the chirping of cicadas began from his sleeve.

His soul skipped a beat, his eyes flashed with black and white light, and he turned to look in the direction of Qingkong Cliff.

"Yuan Chan warns that someone is secretly watching us!"

A master who has forged his own destiny hexagram?

"In the Great Cloud Cultivation World, there are still such figures nowadays. It's truly astonishing."

"The two ominous places, Burial Abyss and Mount Li, are fine."

The former is the ruins of the Green Wood Palace, a remnant of the Nascent Soul sect; the latter is the remnant of the Blood Corpse Sect after its destruction, and seems to still have some connection with the Yin Domain.

Besides, there's also a hidden Grandmaster in Dayun, which is truly astonishing.
"I miss you."

"When the Nascent Soul True Monarch of Qingmu Palace perished, it was just like this, with all sorts of people rising up and countless heroes emerging."

The half-demon Li Yuan established a kingdom, and Wu Gengzi and Xuan Yang founded their own sects, with the White Bone Sect passing down its lineage.

Occasionally, even the Great Yu Nascent Soul True Lord went to the ruins of Qingmu Palace.

"Those who are spying on us are hiding their heads and tails; they are neither Nascent Soul True Monarchs nor are we in any real danger."

Yuan Hai's eyes darkened slightly as he chuckled softly, confident and composed. Having cultivated to such a level, his foundation, resources, and magical power were already at the limit below the Nascent Soul stage.

To achieve a breakthrough, one must condense the Nascent Soul and take another step forward.

Among Core Formation cultivators, there are only those who can rival them, but none who are absolutely certain of defeating them.

So what if a great master is hiding?
Thousands of years ago, the great masters of the Dayun lineage, even if the founders of various sects appeared, could only fight once to determine who was superior.

"Let's take advantage of the benefits first and recover our cultivation as quickly as possible."

Yuan Hai focused his gaze on the Xuan Yin Hua Yue formation.

October hangs high in the sky, absorbing magical power and scattering streaks of silver light.

He reached out with his withered fingers and grabbed a severed finger, his palm pulsating with magical power.

"Oh!"

The severed finger exploded into a bloody mist, which he inhaled into his mouth.

"Tsk, delicious!"

Yuan Hai's eyes lit up, and his greed grew even stronger.

"Unexpectedly, there was an unforeseen gain: a spirit related to the principles of fortune and misfortune?"
No wonder Yin Yue, despite her immense wealth, remained holed up in the barren land of Dayun, instead of seeking further opportunities in Dayu.

"In that case, we can't let a single one escape."

Yuan Hai waved his sleeve, his five fingers forming a stillness seal, and the yin energy behind him surged like a boiling spring, condensing and combining segment by segment of spiritual bones.

"Roar!"

A pale, ethereal light condensed, surrounded by malevolent energy.

A skeletal demon god, hundreds of feet tall and clad in armor, stood menacingly, its empty eyes fixed on the magic array.

"Let me see the true power of this magic array that Yin Yue considers it her trump card."

He extended his palm, which was coated with layers of bone patterns, and then lightly patted it down.

"Buzz!"

Behind him, the skeletal demon raised its arms, its sinister aura soaring to the heavens, and its enormous bone hands slammed down simultaneously.

"boom!"

The Xuan Yin Transformation Moon Formation was struck by the giant white bone hand, causing the array patterns to shatter. The ten bright moons flickered, and three of them turned into silver light and dissipated.

Is that so?

The near-fourth-order array diagram is excellent, but the Nine Springs Abyss spiritual vein has already been destroyed, resulting in an inherent deficiency.

Yuan Hai's eyes were cold as he gazed at a gnarled and twisted Azure Spirit Tree stretching out in the moonlit lake.

Nourished by the wafting fragrance of herbs, the three bright moons condensed and took shape once more.

"How many times can it withstand the wear and tear of a Core Formation cultivator's magic power alone?"

"Imperial Decree: Heavenly Copper Pillar!"

"Oh!"

He patted his storage bag, and three white bone demon gods flew out. As the mechanism turned, runes flowed and transformed into three giant pillars with a metallic luster.

"fall!"

"boom!"

The three giant pillars sped by like lightning, landing outside the Xuan Yin Hua Yue Grand Array, representing the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

"Lock!"

The giant skeleton behind Yuan Hai exploded, transforming into streams of fierce, yin energy resembling dragons and serpents, which landed on the Tian Tong Pillar.

"Wonderful Technique: Nine Void Locking Spirit!"

"Crash!"

Strands of dark chains shot out from the bronze pillar, crisscrossing the heavens and earth.

"Don't even think about it!" Yin Yue's voice rang out from within the formation.

A chilling finger mark and a blood-red Bodhi branch were simultaneously unleashed by the Commander's Thousand-Pound Hammer and the Vast Ocean Pearl.

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

With a wave of his sleeve, Yuan Hai unleashed two Yin Soul White Bone Swords.

"Zheng!"

The chilling white blade flickered with sword light, shattering the cold, sinister finger marks and severely damaging the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch.

"Zheng!"

A pale white sword flashed, exuding murderous intent.

The Thousand-Pound Hammer, surrounded by dark thunder patterns, the Vast Ocean Pearl that stirred up towering waves, and the Mountain and River Crown that evolved into layers of mountains were all struck until their precious light dimmed.

He looked at Yin Yue, Fang Yi, and the others, who had no power to resist and seemed to have completely resigned themselves to their fate, with disdain on his face.

"Since you insist on hiding in the formation, I will grant your wish."

"You can just stay here and wait for your deaths. I'll save myself the trouble of hunting you down."

Yuan Hai sneered repeatedly, then opened his mouth and spat out a pale white flame the size of an egg.

The real fire flickered, producing crackling and popping sounds.

With a flick of his fingertips, he created a series of hand seals, and the true fire transformed into sparks that scattered down.

"Wonderful Method: Burn with Yin Fire!"

"Wow!"

Runes flowed across the crisscrossing, dark chains, while pale white flames steamed.

Like a furnace, it continuously roasted the Ten-Mile Profound Yin Transformation Moon Formation.

The ten moons were faintly visible, their light dim and indistinct.

Yuan Hai nodded slightly. With this wonderful method to seal off heaven and earth, even the only threatening Grand Master of Xuan Yang Mountain was entangled by Yu Yuan Zi.

With the grudge of losing Qingkong Cliff and Yunhe Island, and the hatred of the destruction of Jiuquan Mountain, he was already deeply affected.
Nearly two thousand disciples of the Biyue Pavilion have perished, including Foundation Establishment cultivators, Pseudo-Core and True Core cultivators, and even the sect leader, Ruan Xiang, whose cultivation level was reduced.

Even if Yu Yuanzi was wary of him, he could not possibly let Tian Quezi, with whom he had a deeper grudge, leave Qianbo Lake.

Since the start of the war, the conflict between the White Bone Sect and the Azure Water Pavilion has been nothing more than a struggle for interests.

Xuan Yang Mountain is different; it is a mortal enemy.

This is enough to keep the younger generation of Wugengzi in check.
Within the magic array, both Yin Yue and Fang Yi were food on a plate, meat in someone's mouth.

Yuan Hai patted his storage bag, and nine white bone beads flew out, falling into the hands of four Core Formation True Persons: Xuan Mei, Xue Chi, Fei Xinyuan, and Gui Yin.

"I am in seclusion to practice my cultivation techniques and consolidate my realm. You are to deal with this formation."

"The four of you only need to hold the White Bone Pearl, infuse it with magical power, activate the restrictions, and maintain the power of the wondrous Yin Fire without diminishing."

“Fei Xinyuan, I remember there are still some stray dogs from Biyue Pavilion nearby, who have a grudge against Fang Yi for obstructing his path.”

Get in touch with them, by any means necessary!

"To be able to surround and kill cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain, it seems that juniors like Ruan Xiang and Yun Hui wouldn't be stingy with their magical power."

"Yes!

"I obey the Master's decree!" Fei Xinyuan, dressed in a gray Dharma robe, was thin.

He knelt down and bowed respectfully.

Yuan Hai nodded slightly, released a beam of spiritual light, and the mechanism turned, with the phantom image of gears appearing.

One after another, skeletal demons of varying ranks emerged from the sleeves, transforming into spirit bricks, pillars, archways, and foundations.
Half a moment later, gazing at the ancient building, which was entirely pale and covered with the phantoms of bone beasts, surrounded by skulls.

"Although I haven't cooked in a while, my skills haven't become rusty."

Yuan Hai, clad in battle armor, a wicked glint in his eyes, a look of satisfaction on his face, then lifted his boots and stepped out, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the void.

"Oh!"

The heavy door slowly closed, and through the ever-shrinking gap inside, he glanced at the Xuan Yin Hua Yue magic array and murmured softly.

"Whether it's Yin Yue or Fang Yi, they're both just fish in a jar."
The most urgent task now is to recover from the injuries as soon as possible so that we can seize the great opportunity in the Jianyang Secret Realm.

A thousand years have passed, and the Nine-Wood Spirit-Nourishing Flower in the secret realm should be ripe by now.

"Oh!"

The heavy doors were completely closed, and one by one, the candlesticks carved from white bones were lit, adding a touch of dim light to the hall.

As the candlelight flickered, it gradually illuminated the empty hall. The cultivator on the futon, his sinister expression hardening slightly, asked expectantly:
"The Nascent Soul Realm!"
After a thousand years of planning and countless near-death experiences, this one chance was finally obtained.
So what if you're better than me, Wugengzi? In the end, I'll still be the one who survives.
"But you and Xuan Yangzi have long since passed away, your remains have turned to dust, leaving only the gradual decline of your lineage."

Yuan Hai's eyes slowly closed, and two Yin Soul White Bone Swords swirled around his body.

As the magical power circulated, Ling Bujue was not afraid of being drawn from all directions. A gray vortex appeared and continued to expand as it spun.

"Wow!"

Gazing at the gray vortex enveloping the Hall of Bones, drawing spiritual energy from within a hundred miles and faintly transforming it into a dark sun, a white bone demon god sat cross-legged within it.

Fei Xinyuan gripped the white bone bead in his hand and exhaled a breath of stale air.

He is still useful and valuable enough that the old monster of the Abyss Sea will not kill him.

It is not that he is belittling himself.

Even if the Old Monster of Yuanhai needs top-quality blood food, let alone a sect leader like Fang Yi or Yuanhai in the Nine Springs Abyss.

Even Xiao Changce, Hu Lei's essence blood, and divine soul were more beneficial to his cultivation of the White Bone Divine Magic than he was.
Fei Xinyuan bowed respectfully to Xuechi, speaking politely.

"I would like to trouble the three fellow Daoists to activate the Heavenly Copper Pillar, to enhance the power of the Yin Fire Burning Divine Power, and to refine the Xuan Yang cultivators."

Fei went to visit the cultivators of Biyue Pavilion.

With Master Yuanhai in charge, Yin Yue, Fang Yi, and the others have no chance of escaping.

However, to avoid any unforeseen complications, we must involve the Jade Water Pavilion in this scheme. Only then can the Jade Abyss Grand Master restrain Tian Quezi on our behalf.

Bloodtooth's eyes were still filled with shock.

He received two inheritances from the Sudu Mountain, one from the Blood Corpse Sect and the other vaguely related to Lishan.
Both lineages are imbued with the energy of time and contain detailed records of the abilities of the Great True Person.

However, Yuan Hai's actions today have absolutely no connection to the Great True Person who has just broken through to the seventh level of Core Formation and whose cultivation is stable.

"Brother Bloodtooth?"

Fei Xinyuan showed concern and was well aware of Xue Chi's thoughts.

During the battle just now, who wasn't afraid of being captured by Yuan Hai and used as a consumable to unleash their supernatural powers?

The cultivation paths of demonic cultivation are often more naked than those of righteous cultivation, a world where the strong prey on the weak.

"I understand."

Bloodtooth exhaled a breath of foul air, a vague guess forming in his mind.

"Fellow Daoist Fei, please leave. My three fellow disciples are here."

"Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Bloodtooth. I will be right back." Fei Xinyuan bowed and raised the Thousand Soul Banner. Amidst the wailing of ghosts, he transformed into a hazy gray light and fled westward.

Biyue Pavilion is located in the west of Dayun. Since Ruan Xiang and Yun Hui have retreated, they will not be far from the sect's location.

Upon seeing the gray, ethereal energy, Bloodtooth sighed softly in his heart.

What good is breaking through to the Core Formation stage? In the end, you still won't be free.
Even if Yin Yue and Fang Yi were leaders of their respective factions, they were still trapped and killed, their bodies worn down by Yin Fire day after day, unable to escape death.

Only after breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm can one roam freely and without restraint.

He suppressed his emotions, took a step forward, and transformed into a scarlet streak of light, landing on the bronze pillar at the "Heaven" position.

Xuanmei and Yin Gui followed closely behind, landing on the [Earth] and [Human] bronze pillars respectively.

The three white bone orbs were summoned, and the three people poured their magical power into them.

The pearl spun rapidly, transforming into a ghostly green skull that spit out streams of eerie fire amidst its sinister laughter, which then adhered to the chains.

The raging flames of Yin Fire stirred up the supernatural and spiritual energy left behind in the Abyss.

"Roar!"

Nine illusory figures of white bone demon gods emerged from the crisscrossing chains, their five fingers like hammers, constantly bombarding the Xuan Yin Hua Yue magic array.

Nine Springs Abyss, shrouded in an array.

The ten bright moons emitted a chilling aura that froze the clear lake surface, turning it into ice.

Yin Yue gazed at the dimly lit, blood-red Bodhi branch, her thoughts racing.

His gaze swept over the anxious Li Heng, Huo Zhao, Hu Lei, and others, finally settling on the calm and composed Fang Yi.

She nodded slightly, satisfied. If one lacks even a fraction of courage, what kind of immortality can one cultivate?

"Fang Yi, you and I will each take the position at the core of the formation and preside over the formation."

Given that old monster's mind, he's probably already plotting something.

Yin Yue spoke frankly, and after fighting with Yuan Hai, she also came to her senses.

With the presence of the sect's elders, Tian Quezi wouldn't dare to defy the established order and take her life.

Xuan Yang Mountain was already bleeding under the control of the Fire Worshiping Sect, and offending the Su Nu Sect would bring it no benefit whatsoever.

The reason they plotted to bring her to the Nine Springs Abyss was undoubtedly because they valued her wealth, enough to entangle the Old Monster of the Abyss.

“Uncle Yin Yue, we will take turns operating the formation for twelve hours each.”

Seeing Li Heng, Huo Zhao, and Hu Lei all breathe a sigh of relief, Fang Yi frowned slightly, his peripheral vision falling on Huo Zhao, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Heng'er, Zhao'er, don't let your guard down yet, you're too happy too soon!"

"The sect is plotting something big, and you are all aware of it. Although Uncle Tianque has already made his plans, he is not guaranteed to arrive in time to save us."

He spoke with a pointed tone, issuing a stern warning.

"We cultivators can only rely on arduous practice to develop our magical power and supernatural abilities, and hone our foundational foundation over hundreds of years."

The battle at Jiuquan Mountain was a bloodbath, but the spirit of the battle soared to the heavens.

The sect lost over 1,300 disciples, including many pseudo-Core Formation cultivators and Core Formation combat power cultivators.
Even within the sect, matters have varying degrees of importance and urgency.

With a flick of his fingertip, Fang Yi sent up a wisp of green light that transformed into a three-sided photographic lens.

The mirror surface shimmered with light, and the image gradually became clear, reflecting the shadows of the three pillars representing Heaven, Earth, and Man.

Xuanmei, Xuechi, and Guiyin unleashed the White Bone Pearl, channeling their full magical power. On the dark chains that sealed the heavens and earth, the power of the Yin Fire continued to grow.

He pointed to the white bone palace hanging high in the sky outside the formation, which had transformed into a dark sun that emanated magical power, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"The Old Monster of the Abyss Sea has been conserving his energy and has ordered his subordinates to take action, just waiting for the Xuan Yin Transformation Moon Formation to be worn down by the Yin Fire and lose its power."

In this way, the old monster would have no scruples when he made another move.

To delay the formation from being broken as much as possible, my Uncle-Master Yin Yue and I restrained Yuan Hai.

The remaining Core Formation cultivators should take action to destroy and extinguish the Yin Fire.
"If we could destroy the bronze pillars arranged according to the Three Powers (Heaven, Earth, and Man) principle, that would be even better."

"Yes, Master!" Qin Yu stood tall and stepped forward, bowing respectfully.

Huo Zhao and Li Heng followed closely behind, also bowing and paying their respects.

Yuan Hai was nearly invincible, having defeated Yin Yue and Fang Yi in succession. The two of them naturally knew that they had reached a point of life and death.

Every minute of delay increases the chances of survival.

Hu Lei and Xiao Changce exchanged a glance and agreed in unison.

Trapped in the abyss of the dead, they passively defend themselves, even if it leads to a slow death.

The two of them, along with other cultivators, had just exchanged blows with Yuan Hai and knew that the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

If the formation is broken, apart from Yin Yue, who is wealthy and has reached the Great True Person realm, who has a chance of survival.

Even the sect leader is likely to face dire consequences.
In the dead of night, a crescent moon rises, and a few stars dot the dark night sky.

On a small island in the middle of the lake.

"Master, the risk of shattering the core and rebuilding is too great. This disciple should seek another opportunity."

Huo Zhao, with a resolute face and wearing bronze armor, moved with agility and respectfully placed a scroll on the rattan table.

"It's up to you."

The process of breaking through the elixir is inherently dangerous; if one fails, even five hundred years of lifespan will be lost.

"Zhao'er, your birthday is long, so it's understandable that you wouldn't want this."

Fang Yi chuckled and reached out to pick up the scroll inscribed with the words "Red Essence Transformation Method".

He then waved his sleeve, and a beam of green light rolled up the scroll and threw it into Huo Zhao's arms.

"We should keep this Crimson Essence Transformation Technique. If we want to modify it in the future, it will always be a way out."

"Thank you Master!"

Seeing Fang Yi's gentle and refined demeanor, Huo Zhao quietly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Qin Yu and Li Heng both condensed their Golden Cores, but he was trapped by the [Two Nine Mysterious Techniques], making it difficult for him to improve his cultivation.

However, he was unwilling to give up five hundred years of lifespan in exchange for the chance to shatter his core and rebuild his cultivation.

Having cultivated to this point, he has risked his life and fortune for even the slightest possibility of advancing his elixir level.

It's really not worth it.

A moment later, watching the agile cultivators retreating from the island, Fang Yi's eyes turned cold, and he murmured to himself.

"Since you are unwilling to shatter your core and start over, I will lend you a hand."
The condensation of the nascent soul requires the nourishment of the three treasures: essence, qi, and spirit. In my previous life, I failed at the first step due to insufficient lifespan and a lack of essence and qi.

No one in this world can stop me from achieving the Nascent Soul stage.

"Ok?"

His eyes narrowed as he gazed at the pink light descending from the sky, accompanied by a soft, melodious sound, as if celestial maidens were singing and dancing.

Wearing a hibiscus-patterned, gold-embroidered robe and adorned with a golden hairpin, Yin Yue walked out gracefully.

"Uncle-Master Yin Yue?"

"Uncle-Master, you've been in seclusion recuperating from your injuries. May I ask what brings you here?"

"Recuperate?"

Yin Yue smiled and waved her round fan, which held a pair of mandarin ducks chasing butterflies, creating a fragrant breeze.

"Although I am no match for that old monster in the Abyss whose identity is unknown, I am not a waste to have cultivated to this day."

"I can't defeat this old man of unknown origin, but I can protect myself without any problem."

"What brings you here, Martial Aunt Yin Yue?" A fragrant breeze wafted over, carrying with it the power of desire and stirring the vital energy.

Fang Yi focused his gaze on his nose, his nose on his heart, like an old monk in deep meditation, serene and unmoved.

"Boring."
Such handsome looks, yet his personality is just as dull as Guang Sheng's.

Yin Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, and the moonlight shone down, making her skin look like jade, delicate and flawless.

With a flick of her sleeve, she dispersed the alluring fragrance and took out a robe from her storage bag.

The robe was made of dark blue satin with pine needle patterns, and the shoulders were embroidered with clouds and solitary peaks. Under the flowing spiritual light, the sound of rustling pines could be heard.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you saved me during the day; I cannot leave this favor unreturned."

With a wave of her slender hand, Yin Yue's robes fluttered, and three magical barriers appeared and disappeared, lifted by the neon lights and floating to Fang Yi's side.

"This Azure Cloud Robe is a token of my gratitude, and I present it to you, fellow Daoist."
Do not underestimate this robe; this treasure was crafted in the early years by Tie Xiuzi, a master craftsman of the Great Yu Dynasty.

It incorporates three precious restrictions: [Soul Suppression], [Wood Element], and [Armor Shedding], each of which was carefully selected.

The Soul-Suppressing Treasure purifies the mind and blocks illusions, while the Wooden Yuan Treasure refines spiritual power and accelerates the cultivator's progress.

Once the Armor Removal Restriction is activated, it can be transformed into a Wood Element Armor Removal Substitute Divine Power.

This is enough for you to cultivate to the late-stage Core Formation Realm Great True Person.

Fang Yi reached out and took off the robe, feeling the smooth touch in his palm and the extremely pure wood elemental magic power.

"Uncle-Master Yin Yue, this..."

"Just accept it if I give it to you. It's just a robe; it can't compare to how you saved me during the day."

Yin Yue narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, her expression suggestive.

"Tian Quezi summoned me here, willing to forgo a great favor, and even made me sign a legal contract, prohibiting me from revealing the news."
You, Xuan Yang Mountain, have other plans, don't you!

"Hmm?" Fang Yi remained calm, but looked puzzled. "What does Martial Aunt Yin Yue mean?"

What do you mean?
"Your Xuanyang Mountain must have a grand plan, otherwise Tian Quezi wouldn't have schemed to this extent."

Yin Yuelian moved lightly and sat down on the jade stool, smiling and chatting happily.

"That old monster Tian Quezi never gets up early for nothing, and he usually keeps a low profile. His cultivation of Tianji is terrifyingly profound."

If Xuan Yang Mountain hadn't been kept under constant surveillance by the old fogies of the Fire Worship Cult, he might have truly had the potential to soar to the heavens and condense his Nascent Soul.

"Yu Yuan, that lowly maid who relies on men, is she worthy of being schemed against by Tian Que?"

And then there's that scoundrel Guang Sheng, whose temper is the most fiery."

When she recalled her old lover, a hint of warmth appeared in Yin Yue's cold eyes.

"Guang Sheng's lifespan is coming to an end. In order to avoid being taken away with him, Yu Yuan has been a coward in Qian Shui Po for sixty years."

With Guang Sheng's cultivation level, if he were to kill Yu Yuan, how could that lowly servant girl possibly escape?
joke! "

Fang Yi began to explain. "When Ancestor Guang Sheng passed away, I had not yet condensed my true core."

However, in the Ancestral Hall, the Guang Sheng Soul Lamp has long been extinguished. If Aunt Yin Yue does not believe it, she can summon Master Chang Ce here.

"Xiao Changce, that heretical cultivator, took an unorthodox approach and was trapped and died at his bottleneck. He wasn't even a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, so what secrets could he possibly know?"

Yin Yue stuck out her pink tongue and licked her red lips, a look of reminiscence appearing in her eyes.

"Hey, Fang Yi, don't try to hide it."

I am, after all, from the Hehuan Sect. Judging from the primordial yang power contained in that old scoundrel Guang Sheng's essence, he has already reached the perfect stage of Core Formation.

And that ghostly locust tree I gifted, nourishing the soul, how could it perish so easily?

Fang Yi's expression was calm, but his eyes were dark and strange. He had investigated from Yuan Yang to the root of the matter, and the Hehuan Sect's methods were indeed unconventional.
Yin Yue is not as simple as she appears on the surface.

He gave a wry smile and said helplessly, "Uncle-Master Yin Yue, if there is really a scheme within the sect, I have no idea about it."

Otherwise, how could he have been trapped in the Abyss of Nine Springs, unable to advance or retreat, and even in danger of losing his life?

"Fine, then don't say it." Yin Yue's face turned cold as she said indifferently.

"Xuanyang Mountain has a history of thousands of years and is the number one sect in Dayun in terms of its profound heritage."

The number of things that Tianque values ​​and meticulously plans is very limited.

"Once Tianque himself enters the Netherworld Abyss, I will personally seek him out and ask him a question."

Her flowing sleeves trailed behind her, and a soft, melodious tune echoed as a pink auspicious knot fell, its tassels swaying.

"This is a small auspicious knot, which was personally crafted by Yu Ji."

"Fang Yi, if you intend to pursue Yu Ji, you may take the Little Auspicious Knot and go to the Hehuan Sect to find me."

The lingering sound faded away, and a flash of pink light disappeared in an instant.

As she vanished into the light, Yin Yue's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and she was certain that Xuan Yang Mountain must be plotting something big.

"Between you and Xiao Yi, if the plan for Xuan Yang Mountain succeeds in the future, you will also receive a favor."

Even if we lose, it will only cause trouble for that lowly maid from the Jade Water Pavilion, which would be excellent, excellent!

Island in the middle of the lake.

A gentle breeze blows, the green bamboo sways, and the bamboo branches rustle.

Fang Yi gripped the Azure Cloud Robe, channeling his dry magical power into it, refining the runes one by one.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the [Wood Element] treasure restriction, one of the three treasure restrictions, was refined.

"Um?

Is there an unexpected surprise?

Nourished by the power of withering and flourishing, the Azure Cloud Robe seemed to spring back to life, beyond the three protective barriers of [Wood Element], [Soul Suppression], and [Armor Removal].
Verdant runes flowed, outlining various magical restrictions, and faintly, a hazy precious light evolved.

"A life-giving treasure that has not yet been fully refined."

It's only a semi-finished product. Once the cultivator's wood-attribute magic power is pure enough, and it's nurtured for three years, it can evolve into the fourth treasure restriction.

"A small gift left by our ancestors to their descendants, iron rust?"

The hidden method is contained within three other treasure restrictions, truly befitting a cultivator who has broken through to the fourth-tier Grandmaster realm in the art of weapon crafting.

"What a profound and mysterious method of sacrificial refining."

Fang Yi sighed. Yin Yue was incredibly wealthy, yet he had never even refined the Azure Cloud Robe after purchasing it.

Otherwise, she would have known that the Azure Cloud Robe was a robe that had been refined to 80% perfection.

There is also a ready-made treasure restriction, which awaits the cultivator to refine it slightly before it takes shape.

Qianbo Lake glistens with light, its surface shimmering like gold, and occasionally, spirited fish leap out of the water.

On a small red clay stove on a covered boat, shrimp are being cooked, and an enticing aroma slowly rises.

You Xishan held the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram in his hand, feeling the aura of a great master enveloped in crimson light descend upon him.

His eyes narrowed, and the scrolls behind him turned, revealing insect script, bird script, oracle bone script, and spiritual script constantly emerging from the pages.

"Are they here?"

"Great Master of Zoroastrianism"

"Edict!"

He summoned the Eight Trigrams of the Heavenly Cycle, and the trigrams Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li flowed and transformed into a giant hand of starlight, which slammed down towards the gate of the Biyue Pavilion.

"Tian Quezi, you've gone too far!"

Yu Yuan's angry rebuke rang out, the sound of the tides echoed, and the Zhenhai Fantian Banner was raised.

"boom!"

The azure light flowed, transforming into a torrent that clashed violently with the starlight, eroding each other and stirring up waves of spiritual energy.

Biling Island, where clear springs flow gently.

Yang Xu's eyes were dark, and he was dressed in a robe of mysterious light and mist as he watched the Zhenhai Fantian Banner and the Zhou Tian Bagua Diagram vie for supremacy.

He frowned slightly, his face showing disdain.

"In this barren land of Dayun, even the Great Master is far weaker than the Great Yu. I wonder why the Ancestor values ​​it so much."
"I've traveled thousands of miles to this Azure Water Pavilion, and the spiritual veins of this vast icy plain have advanced to a higher level. If I miss such a great opportunity, I don't know how much hard work I'll have to put in to make up for it later."

Seeing the Starshine Great Handprint clash with the Azure Tide once again, Yang Xu showed dissatisfaction and threw out a pure white decree carved from spirit jade.

"Buzz!"

The decree was inscribed with clusters of spiritual flames, which then swiftly descended upon the enemy.

"boom!"

The pure white spiritual flames flickered, and in an instant, the starlight handprint and the blue sea tide were completely burned away.

"Did you hear me when I said stop?"

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The lake was completely silent, starlight shimmered, and the covered boats disappeared into the mist.

Only the aura of the Core Formation Grandmaster remained, faintly visible, confronting Yu Yuanzi.

Yu Yuanzi bowed to Yang Xu, who was surrounded by crimson light and had easily repelled Tian Quezi.

"I have met Yang Shangzhen."

"Yes, Yu Yuanzi, quickly take me to the Qi Destiny Platform to see the Burning Heart Glazed Mirror."

Yang Xu flicked his robes, his face arrogant, showing no regard for the Biyue Pavilion.

Yu Yuanzi was furious, but dared not show it in the slightest. She took out a spirit-sealing jade box from her storage bag.

"Yang Shangzhen, this is a small token of my appreciation."

"Ok?"

As Yang Xu scanned the sealing jade box with his divine sense, his tense expression relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You're quite sensible."

Yu Yuanzi probed. "Yang Shangzhen, Tian Quezi of Xuanyang Mountain is acting recklessly and has instigated a war between the two factions."

Five thousand cultivators have now perished, severely damaging the cultivation world's vitality and hindering its ability to resist the surging demon tide.

I wonder if Your Excellency could reprimand him or something.

"That's a feud between the Azure Water Pavilion and Xuan Yang Mountain; it's not my place to interfere."

Yang Xu closed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly and deliberately.

The Yang family has a history of over a thousand years, with each generation having a Core Formation Realm expert in charge, making them a major force within the Fire Worship Sect.

He knew the attitude of the Nascent Soul True Lord in the sect very well.

As long as Xuan Yang Mountain has no chance of cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage, there is no need to take action to suppress it.

The Xuan Yang lineage has three branches. The main Xuan Yang lineage has declined, with not a single Core Formation cultivator remaining. The Grand Master of the Ancestral Hall lineage has passed away.

Only the lineage of Wugengzi remains, with Tianquezi being a Great Master.

If Xuan Yang Mountain is destroyed and a demon tide sweeps in, where will we get the flesh and blood of cultivators to make up for the losses?

Is the entire sect a bait for others, the White Bone Sect, with whom Li Shan has an ambiguous relationship?

The Hehuan Sect, with its female disciples as a backer, can relocate at any time.
Or is it the Heavenly Blade Dock, where the entire sect has only one cultivator at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage?
Or perhaps, Biyue Pavilion is a hopeless case, unable to be helped even after repeated attempts to support it, and still being suppressed and beaten by Xuanyang Mountain.
If Biyue Pavilion truly possessed strength, it wouldn't have been blocked at its mountain gate.

The third-tier spiritual lands under its command are constantly being lost. Yunhe Island, Qingkong Cliff, and Jiuquan Mountain are all third-tier spiritual lands that have been cultivated for hundreds of years.
On Qianbo Lake, awning boats sway gently with the waves.

You Xishan exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

With a flick of his sleeve, he released a jade talisman.

"Wow!"

A melodious crane cry rose, and the crane flapped its wings, transforming into a streak of azure light and disappearing.

He murmured to himself, "The Zoroastrians have finally sent people."
"You've been waiting inside for quite some time."

Jiuquanyuan is located more than 78,000 li to the west, in a mountain stream where clear springs converge.

As the gray light descended, Fei Xinyuan held the Thousand Soul Banner in his hand, his eyes gleaming as he saw through the aura concealed by the magical restrictions.

"Fei Xinyuan from the White Bone Sect has come to pay a visit, hoping to meet with fellow Daoist from the Azure Water Pavilion to discuss the matter of Qingyangzi of Xuan Yang Mountain."

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The mountain stream was quiet, with only the sound of flowing water, as if no one was there.

Fei Xinyuan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and knew that Biyue Pavilion was wary.

Both factions were defeated by Qingyangzi Fang Yi at their peak, and now, with their remaining forces, their focus is on recuperation and rebuilding.

Moreover, the two factions already had a lot of dirty dealings, and Chi Mingzi added another trick, causing Ruan Xiang to self-destruct the Bihai Town Yuan Chi.

That was the treasure of the sect, painstakingly crafted by the great masters of the Biyue Pavilion throughout the ages.

Fei Xinyuan flicked his fingertips, and a memory bead appeared, reflecting the battle at Jiuquan Abyss a few days ago.

He spoke in a deep voice.

"My White Bone Sect Master, Yuan Hai, has made further progress in his cultivation and is now ranked as a Great True Person."

A few days ago, he made a move at Jiuquanyuan and easily defeated Yin Yue of the Hehuan Sect and Fang Yi, Qingyangzi of Xuanyang Mountain.

If Yin Yue hadn't possessed a protective array diagram, these two would have already been refined to death by Master Yuanhai.

With a flick of his finger, five-colored spiritual light projected from the image-recording bead, outlining the terrain of the Nine Springs Abyss.

Blue, gray, red, and white spiritual light outlined the scene, like dragons and snakes, revealing in its entirety the fact that the Nine Springs Abyss was locked up and burned by Yin Fire.

'Since it's true?'
After breaking through to the Yuanhai realm, he defeated Yin Yue, who was also at the Core Formation Grandmaster realm?

"Wow!"

A beam of light flowed, and layers of water surged, lifting Ruan Xiang into existence.

Her pale complexion had faded, replaced by a rosy glow, as the injuries from the destruction of her natal treasure had been fully healed.

"Fellow Daoist Fei, let's go inside and discuss this in detail."

After one month.

The surface of the lake in Jiuquanyuan is covered with ice crystals, exuding a chilling aura.

Within the magic array, three bright moons rose, skillfully emitting cyan, blue, and red spiritual light, seemingly slow but actually rapid, as they pressed down upon the bronze pillars of the Three Realms.

"boom!"

Qin Yu held the Azure Lotus Banner in his left hand, swaying it continuously, with countless blue lotuses hanging down to protect him.

With his right hand, he threw out the Mountain and River Crown, which transformed into a majestic spiritual peak that pressed down on Xuanmei.

Li Heng, clad in a deep blue robe and holding the Vast Ocean Pearl, stirred up towering waves that crashed down upon the Yin Ghost.

On the last Heavenly Copper Pillar, Huo Zhao held the Xuanjin Three-Pointed Blade and slashed out with a crescent-shaped blade.

"boom!"

Ghostly energy swirled, and eerie green claws emerged, unleashing a surge of yin energy that tore apart layers of giant waves.

The dreamlike and enchanting scenery overwhelms the five senses, sweeping across the mountains and rivers that have been transformed into sacred peaks.

The sharp blade of the Xuanjin Trident was swept up by the crimson spiritual light.

"Take action!"

On the bronze pillar, Bloodtooth, clad in a black robe, had a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He had not used his full strength against Huo Zhao, Li Heng, and Qin Yu who had attacked him several times in recent days, all for this day.

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Bloodtooth, why are you in such a hurry?"

Surrounded by clouds and mist, Ruan Xiang, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, flicked her sleeves, and a silver needle shot out.

"call out!"

A silver needle flashed by, and Huo Zhao activated his magic power, but his mind was distracted and he was half a breath slower.

The silver needle flashed by, piercing through the armor like gold and stone, severely damaging the dantian.

"Pfft!"

Crimson blood mist gushed out, Huo Zhao's face turned deathly pale, and he felt excruciating pain in his abdomen as his magical power was being drained away like a dam breaking.

"Junior Brother Huo!"

"Senior Brother Huo!"

Qin Yu and Li Heng's expressions changed simultaneously, their hearts filled with shock and anger.

This wasn't the first time the three of them had joined forces against Xuanmei, Xuechi, and Yingui, three Core Formation cultivators.

Having gained the upper hand and extinguished some of the Yin Fire, Huo Zhao was unexpectedly ambushed and had his dantian pierced, almost as if it were a joke.
"Hehehe, a Core Formation disciple's path to enlightenment has thus ended."

Ruan Xiang's face was filled with hatred as she gazed into the depths of the formation at a powerful aura emanating from an ancient, half-deep tree. She said viciously:

"Fang Yi, you are exceptionally talented and skilled in combat. My cultivation has been reduced, and I have no chance of advancing any further."

"I am no match for you, but even your disciple cannot withstand my sneak attacks!"

“Senior Sister Ruan Xiang is right.” A flash of apricot-yellow robe disappeared, and in the misty air, Yun Hui held the Nether Spring Pearl and struck Qin Yu’s head.

"Wow!"

The green lotus flag fluttered in the clear water, and the lotus blossoms bloomed one by one, only to be struck down by the precious pearl and withered away.

Qin Yu's expression hardened, and his hand seals changed, revealing a five-colored lotus and a blue-green fungus.

"Five Lotuses Nourish Qi!"

"Xuanzhi ascends to godhood!"

As the two wondrous techniques descended, Huo Zhao's vital energy ceased to flow.

At the same time, waves of fire surged, and Xiao Changce, standing on the Azure Flame Lotus Platform, struck down with the precious pearl in his hand.

Lightning flashed, and Hu Lei summoned two mighty hammers, striking towards Yun Hui.

On the island in the middle of the lake, green bamboo sways and its branches and leaves rustle.

Fang Yi, clad in a blue cloud-patterned robe, moved his divine sense.

Behind him, the Void Realm Banner of Withering and Flourishing swayed, and a pool of blood and flesh appeared. Changsun Jie's illusory figure solidified, and an aura of bad luck surrounded his withered palm.

"What was meant to come has come."

A blue aura flowed around him, and with a wave of his sleeve, he unleashed the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch.

(End of this chapter)