The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 135 is a fake mountain god, but the real Lord of the Underworld.

The power of the drought demon, enhanced by the power of the Lord of Mount Tai.

The terrifying temperature spread in an instant. All the demons in the entire Qingming Market felt a blur before their eyes as the terrifying heat began to erupt. The incomparably beautiful Qingming Market Master's cold and peerless face was instantly distorted.

The head was instantly reduced to charcoal by Zhou Yan's palm.

Zhou Yan tapped Qingming Fangzhu's face with his left hand.

With a right-hand strike, the Earthly Soul Heaven-Shattering Strike sent the Azure Netherworld Master's head flying.

The young prefect swept his battle blade horizontally, flinging away the scorched bloodstains on it. With the help of his Taishan prefect level perception, he instantly sensed something belonging to Shen Cangming, reached out and grabbed it fiercely, seizing a wisp of light!
They forcibly snatched it directly from the true form of the Azure Netherworld Monk!

From then on, the purple aura could no longer support the avatar thousands of miles away, and it began to slowly collapse and disappear. Zhou Yan watched as the body of the Azure Netherworld Master collapsed inch by inch, turning into ashes and vanishing into nothingness.

Suddenly, the Qingming Market in front of them shook, the entire mountain range trembled, the earth cracked, the continuous market suddenly rose, the rocks shattered and fell down with a rumble, and a huge monster, far larger than Ao Xuantao, appeared.

This monster seems to be carrying an entire mountain range on its back.

The sheer size of this mountain is beyond comparison to the peak where the Reclining Buddha Temple is located, or even the Misty Hidden Peak. In fact, the Reclining Buddha Temple or the Misty Hidden Peak are merely one of the many mountains on the back of this enormous monster.

That beautiful woman's figure was just one of its organs.

However, Zhou Yan destroyed this organ with a single palm strike, and the earth fire spread accordingly, severely damaging it as well. Zhou Yan's figure, formed by the convergence of mountains and earth veins, was slowly dissipating and retracting. The Qingming Pavilion Master stared intently at Zhou Yan, his voice hoarse and powerful:
"Next time, I'll definitely eat you up!"

Zhou Yan's eyes were calm as he said:

"This time, I'll expose you for what you really are."

"next time……"

The sleeves of the robe had begun to crumble, and the palms were gradually becoming transparent.

Zhou Yan paused, realizing he didn't know if he'd have another chance to transform into the Lord of Mount Tai. Li Longji's purple aura wasn't inexhaustible, but he was decisive and unrestrained, never fearing anything. He said:

"Wait for me to come and kill you next time."

"A thousand times, ten thousand times."

"I'll kill you until your soul is scattered."

Both sides harbored extreme murderous intent and hatred.

This is no longer just a grudge from Shen Cangming's time.

The giant ancient monster's eyes were filled with hatred and ferocity. The young lord of the mansion was examining the true form of the Azure Netherworld Lord. Before this incarnation dissipated, Zhou Yan suddenly laughed.

He said, "It's really ugly."

The body of the Azure Netherworld Master froze.

The young lord's body vanished, and the next moment, a shrill, angry, and unwilling roar came from the huge, ferocious, and terrifying ancient demon with its powerful blood and qi.

"Lord of Mount Tai!!!"

"I will kill you! I will kill you!"

Zhou Yan's divine will returned to his true form. This kind of divine travel is something that only a fourth-rank Xuan Guan Grandmaster of the Daoist sect can easily use, but with the help of the divine will and status of the Lord of Mount Tai, Zhou Yan did it easily.

After returning to his true form, Zhou Yan sensed that Li Longji's purple energy was exhausted and almost depleted. The black clothes he wore, which were formed from the power of mountains and rivers, began to disintegrate and disappear. He could feel that his status was on the verge of collapse.

It's like standing on a rope with nothing below.

You could easily fall to your death.

There was still a little bit of purple energy left. Although it couldn't be used to impersonate a powerful being like the Lord of Mount Tai, Zhou Yan was quite accepting of it. Having some was better than nothing. But at that moment, a sound of weeping reached his ears.

After the battles and conquests at the level of immortals and gods, he noticed the remaining battlefield. Mountains and rivers had cracked and turned into boulders that crashed to the earth, shattering countless trees and farmlands.

The disaster at the Reclining Buddha Temple affected the people, and when the Mountain Spider tried to climb the Heavenly Ladder, it drew upon the earth's energy from within a thousand miles. When the Earth Spirit and Heavenly Collapse unleashed their full power to kill the Mountain Spider, it left a massive wound on the earth...

All of this came into view.

Zhou Yan now possesses the rank of Lord of Mount Tai, and therefore has extremely strong perception.

Having eyes that can see a thousand miles and ears that can hear the wind is simply a natural ability.

He saw the once fertile soil begin to crack; he saw the plants wither; he saw the springs and streams drying up.

I saw the people of Ganquanyuan.

I saw the courtyard of Zhang Shoutian's family of four.

In fact, ordinary people are the most familiar with the land. They can't control or manage the battles between the gods and immortals, but they can immediately tell when the land becomes dry and looks like it has clumps of dust.

Such land simply cannot grow crops.

The war had just ended, and I had just returned home. Was I really going to die like this? Would I have to continue wandering? I was lucky last time and survived, but what about this time? The soil was dry, and I couldn't grow any crops. I was going to be displaced again.

At the end of the field, a woman knelt in the exposed mud of the riverbed, desperately scooping up the muddy water that had somehow begun to dry with a broken ladle and putting it into a pottery pot next to her.

The dark-skinned, rough-looking man stared at the land, frantically looking around. Finally, in utter despair, he staggered to his knees, clutching the soil that had turned to sand, and wailed in despair.

His child stood behind, bewildered, the little boy holding his sister's hand.

Just like Zhang Shoutian's child back then.

Despair filled the man's eyes; he had witnessed scenes of people exchanging children to eat.

Zhou Yan calmed down. He had an instinctive desire for the power of the Lord of Mount Tai and a natural obsession with the purple energy. A thought of "whatever" emerged in his mind, and he decided to ignore everything and keep the power safe.

It is said that one should die for one's fellow Daoist rather than for oneself.

The drought in the world has nothing to do with me.

But soon, the greed in his eyes subsided, and he said:

"Never mind, I was never the Lord of Mount Tai, I was just Zhou Yan."

He grabbed the ear of grain from his waist; it was the power of Houji, the last remnant of the god of agriculture. When on the earth, it could greatly restore and enhance one's magical power, making it the highest-ranking thing on Zhou Yan's body.

It can be called a masterpiece.

He was reluctant to part with it, but he remained silent for a moment, holding the ear of grain in his hand.

He pressed his fingers against the ears of grain and said softly, "Go on."

The Lord of Mount Tai channeled his last bit of power, and the ears of grain were activated, transforming into the figure of the God of Agriculture. He bowed, then dissipated into the earth, turning into a gentle rain. The weeping, grieving people subconsciously raised their heads.

Seeing the ears of grain in the hands of the young lord, dressed in black, transform into streams of light and fall to the ground, he could do what ordinary people could not, and accomplish what mortals dared not even dream of.

My thoughts lead me to interfere in the affairs of the world.

That is supernatural power.

A thousand miles of calamity, a century of no harvest?
This humble Taoist priest...

Not allowed.

Here, we relinquish the fruit of the path—

In exchange, it will bring vitality to a vast area and a century of life.

The cracking of the earth stopped, and the life force that had been drained gradually returned. In Wugong Town, the black bear demon who was fighting raised his head, looked at the Lord of the Prefecture standing in the air in the distance, his pupils contracted, and he praised him greatly.

"Great deal!"

"How extravagant!"

In the Ganquan Plain, Mu Degong was so anxious because the earth's vitality had been cut off that he was about to die. He was jumping up and down in despair when he discovered that vitality had been restored. He was stunned and saw auspicious clouds gathering in the distance, with dragons soaring and humming softly.

After a thousand years of drought and a century of crop failure, people climbed to immortality using the local climate.

That's where it ended.

For Zhou Yan, the most powerful blessing from the God of Agriculture, the ears of grain, were completely exhausted, transforming into the centuries-old vitality of this area spanning thousands of miles.

The mountain spirit of Misty Peak gazed at the distant figure, sensing the renewed vitality of all things in heaven and earth. The ancient mountain spirit of Misty Peak exclaimed in admiration:

"It's a fake mountain god."

"He is indeed a true Lord of the Palace!"

“Mist-Hidden Peak…pays respects to the Lord of Mount Tai.”

The mountain wind was blowing, and the trees and flowers on the mountain swayed slightly, as if they were bowing in greeting.

Life continued to thrive across the vast land, even in some ways. It seemed that the human world would be better next year than ever before. Zhou Yan dispersed his last bit of strength and fell to the ground.

Finally, they saw the Qinling Mountains, even further away from here. Just now, the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Collapse had unleashed their full power, causing the mountains and rivers there to crack and faintly collapse. With a flick of their fingers, the last of the Taishan Lord's power flew over there.

The earth's energy flowed and intertwined, thus temporarily halting the landslide.

It did not completely affect the villages and towns below.

The broken boulders and fissures did not fall downwards, but remained suspended in the air as if time had stopped. Zhou Yan exhaled, and although the position of the Lord of Mount Tai had clearly disappeared, he seemed to still be able to control the earth's energy there.

Although both the influence and the effect have been greatly reduced.

However, some of them are still there.

Clench your five fingers together into a fist, then twist it.

A pile of rubble.

The rocks that were about to fall stopped, and then, as if pulled by something, they flew up into the sky with a whoosh and returned to their original place. But once something is broken, it is broken and cannot be put back together.

Even if the rubble is put back together, it will never be able to return to the original rock formation.

Zhou Yan said, "Elder Ao, please lend me a hand with the power of the water system."

Ao Xuantao let out a dragon's roar and said with unprecedented respect:

"promise!"

He paused for a moment, then said, "I accept the decree from the Lord."

Zhou Yan wanted to say that it was just a disguise, a fake identity, that he was some kind of prefect.

But he no longer had the strength.

Just be whatever you want with love.

numb.

Accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar, Ao Xuantao stirred up the surrounding water system.

In the rivers, waters converge, surging waves rise from the water, swirling and converging from all directions, creating a magnificent and vast scene, accompanied by the sound of dragons roaring.

These streams of water transformed into a torrent, cascading down from the sky and crashing into the enormous void deep within the Qinling Mountains, cleaved by Zhou Yan's Earthly Soul Heaven-Shattering Technique. The water swirled and stirred up the rubble, piling it up in heaps.

By continuously applying rotational pressure, combined with the remaining traces of earth energy, the broken area was finally repaired.

The roar of the dragon gradually faded into the distance. The villagers dozens of miles away from the mountain were initially terrified, but then they discovered that the landslide had suddenly stopped. A few days later, some of the braver people disregarded the objections of their wives and children and went up the mountain together.

They crossed increasingly difficult roads, traversed towering mountains and dense forests, and high up on the mountain, they discovered a lake. The lake was crystal clear, covered an enormous area, and its surface rippled with fallen leaves, fish, and birdsong.

Zhou Yan's Earthly Soul Overturning technique completely annihilated an ancient, exotic mountain spider. With the death of the mountain spider, its spiritual energy dissipated. Combined with the residual power of the God of Agriculture's ears of grain, the vegetation in this area quickly spread out, and the lake's color became azure, more beautiful than ordinary lakes.

Those who come here to explore cannot help but exclaim in admiration:
"Even the Jade Pool in Heaven couldn't compare to this!"

"How could there be such a large lake on Cuihua Mountain?!"

"Yes, I've heard of lakes on land before, but I've never seen one like this! There's a lake on a mountain! Wow, it's so beautiful! But yesterday, the mountain suddenly collapsed, and how did such a big lake appear?"

At that moment, Zhou Yan was completely exhausted. Ao Xuantao circled over, manipulating the clouds and catching the exhausted young Taoist. Zhou Yan looked at the mountains and rivers calming down, spread his arms, and laughed loudly, unrestrained and arrogant.

The titles of the God of Agriculture, the Ear of Grain, and the Treasure have all vanished, along with the status of the Lord of Mount Tai.

However, this calamity has been resolved.

Of course it feels great!

"That felt amazing!"

At this moment, the jade book emitted boundless light.

Cuihua Mountain Water Pool is the only mountain lake north of the Qinling Mountains, and it is vast in scale... It is almost universally believed that it was formed by a landslide caused by an earthquake, which blocked the valley and accumulated water to form the lake. The most common opinion is that it was formed by an earthquake and landslide during the Tianbao era of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.

Further review and verification of historical records and local county annals revealed...

There are no records of any earthquake activity throughout the entire Tianbao era.

—An Exploration of the Formation Age of the Cuihua Mountain Water Pool and its Collapsed Deposits, Xi'an, Shaanxi 710062
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