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

Chapter 889 Changes in People's Hearts, Advancing into the Great Yu

On one corner of the dark tortoise shell, a parasol was unfurled, seven magical barriers emanating spiritual light, protecting an area of ​​about ten feet in size.

Beside the parasol, a scroll of the Five Rivers Map swirls and spits out water, transforming into a bay; a towering green rock pillar stands, with flowing runes that transform into an inverted bowl lid.

One magical artifact after another was unleashed, and cultivators without powerful backers used various methods to create protective barriers for themselves.

The Great Yu Dynasty has countless opportunities, and its cultivation civilization is ten or even a hundred times more prosperous than that of the Great Yun Dynasty.

However, the Spirit Wasteland, which separates the cultivation worlds of Dayun and Dayu, is extremely dangerous, and Master Deye, the head of the sect, had warned of its dangers early on.

Beneath the parasol-like magical artifact, ink strokes outlined the scene, transforming into layers of spiritual gauze that separated the inside from the outside.

Xia Mao sat cross-legged. As an inner sect Foundation Establishment cultivator, his expectations for the Great Yu Dynasty differed from those of his fellow disciples and friends.

He frowned as he felt the giant tortoise moving forward, with the mountains and rivers receding behind him on both sides.

"The Great Yu Ice Plains is a great opportunity, with the emergence of a fourth-order spiritual vein. As long as one gains even a little benefit, one's cultivation will be able to advance further."
However, to reach the prosperous land of Dayu, one still needs to cross the desolate land of spirits.

The three main lineages each have a Grand Master, and the Qingyang Sect Leader of the Five Extremes Peak lineage is also a top hero.
How can we, a lone individual, survive the many dangers of the Spirit Wasteland?

"Alas, I cannot refuse the True Man's decree; otherwise, I would rather stay in Dayun to cultivate."

Suddenly, the fragrance of medicine wafted down, and Xia Mao's expression changed. He cautiously reached out his five fingers to touch a wisp of the fragrant smoke.

"This is.
Is this the medicinal property of a third-tier spiritual plant?!

He suddenly stood up, incredulous.

As the sun rose above the Changqing Palace, its warm, mysterious light dispelling the gloom in his heart, Xia Mao whispered:

"The sect has not abandoned us."

Not only in Xiamao, but also atop the thousand-foot-tall tortoise shell, as wisps of medicinal fragrance drifted down, calls arose.

One sound, ten sounds, a hundred sounds, a thousand sounds.
The massive crowd surged forth, alarming the Nascent Soul True Monarch who was in seclusion cultivating his magic.

"Junior Brother Fang?"

A surprised voice came from the Chaoyang Pavilion, which was surrounded by a misty spiritual aura, atop the ferocious head of the Fire-Swallowing Turtle.

The red-browed man's eyes flickered with fire. He reached out and scooped up a wisp of pale blue medicinal energy, which landed in his hand.

"Nourishing the spirit, restoring mana, and boosting blood, this is a carefully blended, attribute-free spiritual medicine based on third-tier spiritual plants."

Whether they are cultivators skilled in fire and metal arts and adept at killing, or disciples practicing earth and wood arts, they can refine more than 90% of the medicinal properties.

Junior Nephew Fang has gone to great lengths for the disciples of his sect.

He stroked his long eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips, his face showing admiration.

“Indeed, this is how the head of Xuan Yang Mountain should be. It has not been in vain that I have planned for him several times.”

After a moment's thought, he patted his storage bag, and three crimson jade talismans were unleashed, transforming into rainbow light as they fled towards the Evergreen Hall, the Star-Picking Pavilion, and the Ancestral Hall.

"I will not interfere in the matter of trade between humans and demons."

Both are lineage successors listed on the Pure Yang Golden List. Hengyi and Xishan have the foundation of their ancestors, so they should not interfere in this beneficial matter and leave it to the Five Extreme Peaks lineage.”

With his red eyebrows slightly closed, he exhaled purple energy, and the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror rose behind him, continuously refining half a white fire seed.

"Great Yu," he murmured softly, "Let me meet the heroes of the world."

Zhaixing Pavilion.

On the altar, You Xishan sat cross-legged. With each breath, silver light gathered and the hexagrams of heaven and earth changed.

The stars Tianfu, Tianliang, Tianji, Tiantong, Tianxiang, and Qisha shine brightly, evolving into the Southern Dipper's life-giving diagram.

"Master Red Eyebrow?"

He opened his eyes and stared in astonishment as the crimson talisman fell from beyond the forbidden area.

"We are not far from the vast ice plains. Why is my master not in seclusion to cultivate and refine the fourth-order fire seed he seized from the Fire Worship Cult? Why is he sending me this message?"
Could something have changed on the vast, icy plains?

You Xishan's heart sank. He reached out and removed the magical barrier, taking off the sound transmission jade talisman and sending his invisible divine sense into it.

"Buzz!"

The crimson jade talisman shimmered with light, and a powerful, resonant voice echoed. "Qingyangzi Fang Yi is kind to his fellow disciples and protects the younger generation."

From this day forward, all matters concerning the ancient city of Dadu Mountain will be under the sole jurisdiction of the Wuji Peak lineage.

"The trade between humans and transvestites?"
Jiuqu reported to the gate that his master had already made a plan.

Afterwards, the four branches of the Ancestral Hall, Zhaixing Pavilion, Chiyang Cliff, and Wuji Peak were divided, but then another change occurred.
What is it about Junior Brother Fang Yi that has won over Senior Uncle Chi Mei?

You Xishan changed the magic gestures with his fingertips, made a quick calculation, and then looked at the blue sun hanging high in the Changqing Hall, from which wisps of medicinal fragrance fell.

"Is that so?"

"Junior Brother Fang is considerate of his juniors; he is indeed qualified as the sect leader."

"Going to Dayu is dangerous, and the younger generation in the sect has no powerful backers, so it is quite difficult."

In that case, I'll lend a hand too.

A ray of starlight fell upon the crimson jade talisman, and You Xishan pushed up his jade crown, causing his magical power to surge forth.

He chuckled and raised the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram once more.

The ancient treasure map unfolded once more, the six stars of the Southern Dipper revolved, and the talismans representing "Life," "Fortune," and "Longevity" emitted spiritual light, transforming into a wondrous and magical technique.

"Imperial Edict: The Method of Transferring Disasters and Accumulating Blessings"

Unconsciously, silver starlight fell, and the cultivator on the thousand-foot tortoise shell felt a sudden jolt of energy, his magical power flowing more smoothly.

The disciples' luck increased by three points, and accumulated bad luck melted away like ice and snow.

"Unfortunately, the whereabouts of Senior Brother Fang's chief steward, Changsun Jie, are unknown."

"The presence of a spirit of bad luck can be quite beneficial for comprehending the mysteries of the Southern Dipper Golden Elixir."

You Xishan muttered something, and a protective barrier rose, sealing the Star-Picking Pavilion once again. The aura of the eighth level of Core Formation was faintly visible.

"This is."

On the Red Sun Cliff, Zhu Huan, dressed in white with a sword in his sleeves, carried a seven-foot-long sword, his aura sharp and piercing.

"A divine power of good fortune?"
"Does the Wugengzi lineage possess such profound knowledge and experience?"

"No wonder the Five Flower Ancestor said not to underestimate the True Man of Xishan."

His gaze swept over the high-hanging sun and the silently spreading starlight, and his pupils contracted slightly.

They immediately looked forward to the Ancestral Hall.

"Senior Brother Qingyang and Senior Brother Xishan have both used their own methods; I wonder what Senior Brother Hengyi's background is?"

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Time passed slowly, and after an incense stick had burned, Zhu Huan looked disappointed as he saw that the Ancestral Hall remained as still as water.

"That's all."

He silently reminded himself, warning, "Master Hengyi is also at the Great Master realm, with profound cultivation."

Even without supernatural powers, they should never be underestimated.

Even so, Zhu Huan couldn't help but feel a sense of estrangement.

Although both are main branches of the sect, the Five Extremes Peaks were newly established and their foundation was far inferior to that of the Ancestral Hall, which had already assisted its fellow disciples.

The Ancestral Hall has a history of over a thousand years, yet even a single blessing from it cannot grant any supernatural powers to its disciples.
It's probably not that they can't, but rather that they're unwilling.
Zhu Huan's gaze swept over Fan Deye in the fiery pit of Chiyang Cliff, and the scales in his heart quietly shifted.

The sect has a headmaster and a grand master, both of whom cultivate the Way of Wood Element.

Although one withers and the other prospers, and there is no fundamental conflict between them, the clashes can be quite significant.

Both lineages of cultivators had visited him and tried to win him over, but Zhu Huan had not yet made a decision.

But now.
"Uncle Hengyi"

He sighed softly, then released a communication talisman that transformed into a rainbow of light and fell into the fiery pit in the cliff.

“Uncle Zhu Yan, take out that piece of Yuanwen Iron from the warehouse and use it to refine the Qingfu Coin.”
Compared to Zhang Hengyi of the Ancestral Hall, Fang Yi, the senior brother of the Five Extremes Peak, is gentler in his dealings and more supportive of the younger generation.

Crimson smoke surrounded the fire pit, where Zhu Yan, a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, gripped a large black iron hammer with his strong fingers.

"clang!"

"Clang!" "Clang!"

As the hammer fell, sparks flew, and nine coin-shaped artifacts slowly took shape, with one magical restriction after another emerging.

"True Master Zhu Huan?" Zhu Yan's ears twitched slightly as he gazed at the bright sun and faint starlight hanging high outside the fire cave, revealing the true nature of his illusory core.

Despite being a third-tier weapon-refining master, he had only condensed a false core and his path to immortality was severed, but in terms of status, he was no less than Zhu Huan.

"Taking out the Yuanwen Iron for refining is enough to refine the Qingfu Coin into a prototype of a magic weapon."

Feeling Fan Deye pacing back and forth outside the fiery pit, eagerly waiting, he muttered to himself.

"Lucky younger generation."

Having a rudimentary magical artifact by one's side during the early stages of Foundation Establishment will undoubtedly make future cultivation much smoother.
If I had had such a master back then, I wouldn't have wasted so much time and effort, barely managing to condense a fake elixir.

The Five Flower Immortal is not at Red Sun Cliff, and the Red Eyebrow True Lord does not concern himself with worldly affairs. If Zhu Yan were to speak up, even as a master weapon refiner, he could stop Zhu Huan.

But he didn't speak.

A crimson streak swept out from behind and into the fiery cave, lifting up a piece of dark spirit iron.

"Master Zhu Huan has a preference, and I, this old man, cannot hold him back."

Compared to Zhang Hengyi's arrogance, the Qingyang Sect Leader was much more humane in his approach to mentoring younger generations.

Zhu Yan spat out a stream of crimson and white true fire, then patted his storage bag, and a piece of broken tortoise shell flew out.

"Since I'm an old man, I'll go all the way and add half a portion of the Life-Devouring Turtle Shell, further enriching this Green Cicada Coin."

Ancestral Hall.

Three jade statues, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance and radiating powerful energy, stood atop a stone platform. One bronze lamp after another flickered with light, and the sounds of sacrificial rites resounded.

Zhang Heng, wearing a bird mask and a mulberry robe, prostrated himself on the ground, his bare feet undisturbed, before a shaman statue.

Ancient chants echoed, strange runes surrounded a wooden altar, and a jade-like mushroom floated above it.

"In the first month of spring, the emperor is Taihao, and the god is Jumang. The same applies to the other months of spring. The sages and gods succeed Heaven and establish the ultimate principles. They first possess the virtue of agriculture, and they govern spring and are in charge of wood. They are called the Wood Lords."

One after another, azure witch runes descended from the void, and Zhang Heng's jade crown shattered, transforming into an altar that was neither square nor round, surrounded by peach branches and mulberry wood.

"I, the disciple Hengyi, the priest of the Wu Gui Dao, respectfully request my ancestral master to descend to earth."

He chanted softly, and a shamanic mark, the symbol of Jumang, appeared between his brows.
A mysterious spirit appeared in the darkness, its dark blue witch runes flowing and transforming into true fire that devoured the precious mushroom completely.

On the altar, a figure slowly emerged, wearing a peach branch crown adorned with jade, with nine holes of green jade hanging from it, a spiral mulberry leaf pattern tattooed on its left cheek, a red cinnabar dot on its brow, a green silk robe with a cross-collar, and a five-colored silk sash around its waist.

"The Eight Shamans of Spring Court: Ming Shu Ancient Witch?"

The jade mushroom was completely devoured, and the red cinnabar between Ming Shugu Wu's eyebrows transformed and fell into Zhang Heng's dantian to nourish the golden elixir.

Half an incense stick burned, and the altar was closed.

Zhang Heng held a dark blue witch's seal in one hand, with illusory images of grains swirling around him, his face extremely ugly.

Why is it Ming Shu Gu Wu from the Eight Shamans of Spring Court, and not Ju Mang Da Zun?
With my master's wooden sacrificial ritual as a guide, my sacrificial offering, the Jade Life Treasure Mushroom, although weaker than the Yin Sophora Wood by one level, is still a top-tier third-grade spiritual medicine.

According to the ritual tradition passed down within the sect, after the spirit of the Great Venerable Jumang enjoys the offering once, it is sufficient to summon and deduce the inheritance again.

Sensing the dozen or so divine senses quietly peeking from outside the Ancestral Hall, Zhang Heng felt a nameless rage rise within him.

With a cold snort, the gray spiritual mist completely obscured the Ancestral Hall.

He frowned and murmured to himself.

"What exactly happened that caused the spirit to transform from the Great Venerable Jumang into the Ming Shu Ancient Shaman of the Eight Shamans of the Spring Court?"
Could it be that I am truly lacking in such good fortune?

"impossible!

The spirit of the Great Venerable Jumang descended upon me; as a deity incarnate, he naturally possessed profound knowledge of the arts of witchcraft.
The summoned spirit image is ten or a hundred times stronger than other sorcerer masters.

"Baozhi's rank must be high enough."

Zhang Heng gazed intently at the vast ice plains, murmuring softly.

"The advancement of a spiritual vein inevitably requires a quasi-fourth-tier spiritual object. Only by offering this as a sacrifice to the Great Venerable Jumang can my cultivation technique be completed and further developed."
Master Uncle Red Eyebrows can evolve into the Nascent Soul Dao Form, and 70% of that is above the Xuan Yang Book.

Once I have further deduced the [Wood-Born Treasure Mystery Scripture], I can accumulate foundational knowledge and plan to condense the Daoist image.”

He felt the expectant gazes upon the thousand-foot-long tortoise shell, his brows furrowed, and his face showed annoyance.

"You insignificant ants, not even worthy to be sacrifices, yet you dare to desire my blessings."

"Ok?"

His expression changed slightly as he watched the crimson jade talisman descend.

"Is Master Chi Mei transmitting a message?"
Could it be that something has changed in the Great Yu Kingdom?

A few moments.

The jade talisman's spiritual light dissipated, leaving a lingering echo. Zhang Heng's expression shifted between light and dark, his face a mixture of gloom and uncertainty.

"The entire matter of Sudu Mountain is to be handled by the Five Extreme Peaks, just because of these insignificant ants?"

His brows were furrowed, and his face showed displeasure.

After a moment's deliberation, the Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a vibrant azure dragon that swirled around him, emitting emerald light.

"The Wood-Nourishing Vital Energy Method, begin!"

The teeming life force gathered into clouds, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and then a torrential downpour.

"Crash!"

The spiritual rain seeped into the skin of each cultivator, soothing their hearts and nourishing their meridians.
"An unexpected surprise?"

Inside the Changqing Hall, the phantom image of a six-pointed plum blossom appeared in Fang Yi's eyes, and behind him, the phantom image of a large cedar tree with gnarled branches, the Qi of Jia wood and Yi wood transforming into the rotating eyes of a yin-yang fish.
He held the crimson communication jade talisman and turned his gaze away from the ancestral hall.

"Shall we offer sacrifices to the Great Venerable Jumang again?"

"We entrust everything to the spirits of our ancestors."

He shook his head slightly, looking down at Zhang Heng by a third. He had benefited from the wooden ritual and his Golden Core had been upgraded.

Instead of delving into the traditions of woodcraft, Zhang Hengyi practiced the art of wood rituals.

"Putting the cart before the horse gives others a handle to use against you."

Fang Yi murmured softly, then patted his storage bag, and the two sound transmission tokens merged into one, transforming into a verdant treasure.

His lips moved, transmitting words through a phonograph.

A few moments.

A beam of emerald light transformed into a crane with flapping wings and fled towards Sudu Mountain.

"Now that he has been authorized by the sect, Jiu Shang can act more freely."
The old practice of smuggling transgender people no longer satisfies my appetite.

Three days later.

A crimson demonic aura surrounded the giant tortoise, which took a step forward and escaped from the Great Cloud Realm.

"boom!"

A fierce black gale swept through, transforming into a rain of blades that fell upon the fake cultivator.

"Black Fiend Wind?"

Thousands of miles away, an ancient coffin exhales the aura of death, with red hairs growing and pus wriggling around it.

"They're finally gone."

The red-haired old corpse's owl-like voice echoed, and a ray of light appeared.

"The Spirit Wasteland is dangerous, and my special physical body makes me an easy target for savage beasts and evil spirits."
"It's perfect timing to relocate from Xuanyang Mountain."

"After days of continuous battles, Dayun, which was already a place of exile, became even more barren, without even a single high-grade third-tier spiritual vein."
Staying here is nothing more than closing your eyes and waiting to die, wasting your lifespan.

The coffin shook during the funeral procession, and a raven-headed coffin lamp lit up, its gray mist swirling and obscuring the air.

As the giant, savage tortoise moved forward, causing the earth to tremble and the mountains to shake, the withered, red-haired old corpse clapped its five fingers.

"Buzz!"

The bronze coffin transformed into a streak of light and followed closely behind.

(End of this chapter)