The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 204 Demotion from the Five Sacred Mountains
When the Western Peak True Lord Golden Heaven King uttered these words, the Dragon Slayer's expression changed drastically. This mountain god, who had witnessed all the methods of the Lord of Mount Tai, was now completely terrified.

"True Lord, True Lord, you mustn't!"

With a sweep of his sleeve, the True Lord of the Western Peak unleashed a powerful force that suppressed the Dragon Slayer Envoy who had come to stop him, forcing the dragon-born mountain god to kneel on the ground, unable to lift his head.

However, the Dragon Slayer, still anxious, kept trying to persuade him:

“You didn’t intervene during the calamity just now. If you try to plunder the earth veins now, it could be disastrous if the Lord of the Prefecture is angered. Even if the Lord of the Prefecture doesn’t care about this, it is still against morality!”

"I have my own plans."

The True Lord of the Western Peak remained calm.

His confidants had already begun to use various means to annex and devour the earth veins of the Zhongnan Mountain lineage, and as they acted, Xiyue Zhenjun felt that the earth vein power he could control was constantly increasing.

He stretched out his hand, his five fingers long and slender. When he clenched his fist, the pure Geng metal energy flowed and transformed into golden lightning, which moved back and forth between his fingers and palm, giving him an extremely smooth feeling.

He sensed that, supported by the massive earth veins, the seemingly indestructible third-grade barrier was beginning to loosen.

"Finally, are we going to overcome this?"

The True Lord of the Western Peak murmured.

As the guardian of the Western Mountain among the Five Sacred Mountains, he always felt a strong sense of urgency. Before being conferred his title, he was already at the highest level of the fourth rank. At that time, he felt that the rank of immortal or god was not an obstacle for him.

However, as he climbed step by step to the peak of the fourth rank, and even when he received the imperial decree of human destiny and obtained the status of one of the Five Sacred Mountains of Heaven and Earth, he was still firmly locked at the peak of the fourth rank.

According to all ancient records and documents, he should have already reached the third rank, and he should be a deity.

However, no, the True Lord of the Western Peak remained a fourth-rank official.

He was just a special fourth-rank cultivator whose magical power far surpassed that of others of the same rank, enough to suppress other cultivators of the same rank. Even if his magical power, cultivation, supernatural abilities, methods, and magical treasures all reached the third rank, he was still a fourth-rank cultivator.

It's as if the concept of the "top three ranks" never existed in the first place.

It's as if that gate, which separates the mortal and the immortal realm, has been locked by some being.

This feeling is as if the so-called immortal or divine ranks never existed from the beginning, and that the fourth rank, which wields special authority and possesses a special status, is the limit.

If that's the case, then Xiyue can certainly be his carefree True Lord.

He displayed the strength of a third-rank expert within the Huashan Dojo.

However, there are written records that have been passed down through generations. Whether from classical texts or cultivation traditions, they all clearly indicate that the three superior grades exist.

This kind of strange point, which can only be accessed by those who have cultivated to an extremely high level, brings a great sense of incompleteness and unknown terror.

After mastering the geomantic veins of Mount Hua in the west, the West Mountain could sense that some kind of terrifying calamity was about to arrive, a sense of oppression and suffocation like a raging storm.

The higher you stand, the stronger you become, and the more you know, the clearer this feeling becomes.

Driven by this sense of pressure, crisis, and unwillingness to reach a higher realm, the True Lord of the Western Peak spared no effort to reach an even higher level.

The vast earth veins of Zhongnan Mountain provide a tremendous source of resources.

"Such an opportunity is right in front of us, but if we let it slip by because of a mere matter of pride, it would be a real pity." True Lord Xiyue slowly stretched out his hand, drawing power from the earth. The earth veins of the Zhongnan Mountain lineage, which had just recovered, were once again drawn upon.

As for the cost to the common people, that was not within his consideration.

The gate of Louguan Temple was shaking.

Wang Zhenwei was furious: "What True Lord? He's just a cowardly, greedy, and treacherous villain. He didn't come out during the fighting, but now that everyone's done, he's coming out to seize the earth veins?!"

Hsiweizi is in danger in the fundus.

One of the two old Taoist priests drew his sword, while the other had blue lightning flashing in his hand. Clearly, they didn't care about any True Lord and just started swinging their arms.

The Taoist priests nearby changed their expressions drastically and hurriedly went up to him, some grabbing his arm and others pulling at his arm, saying, "Master, Master, let it go."

"Xiweizi, calm down!"

"No, not really."

Kuru jumped up and punched Xiweizi in the face.

With a crack, Kurongzi's wrist broke again.

But he still hissed angrily in a low voice: "This is a True Lord!"

Xiweizi said, “True Lord? If a demon is born but walks the righteous path and protects a region, he is a righteous god; if he has the status of a righteous god but commits many evils, he is nothing but a demon.”

"I can't see the True Lord."

"All I saw was a demon, just like that great demon Weaver Girl, who was draining the earth's veins in Zhongnan Mountain!"

Xiweizi shook off Kurongzi and said, "Where are my disciples of Louguan Dao?!"

Xiweizi's hands crackled with thunder, Wang Zhenwei's Taoist robe was stained with blood, and he raised his long sword. The two white-haired old Taoists had cold eyes and said, "Open the great formation again, set up the altar, and hold the grand ritual."

"Slay the demon—"

"Exorcism!"

Ku Rongzi gasped, "You stubborn old man, you really do have a stubborn temper. But you've only fought two rounds, and not only are the Taoist disciples exhausted, even the Taishan Guards are no match for you. Calm down..."

"Are you going to lead everyone to their deaths?!"

As Kurongzi said, with the Lord of Mount Tai as the reference, the Zhou Tian Grand Ceremony of 2,400 altars has lasted for so long that most of the Taoist officials have exhausted their magical power, and the Mount Tai Guard has also suffered huge losses.

Fortunately, they were all transformed from mountain spirits and stone monsters.

The so-called severe injury means that the physical form is shattered, but the spiritual essence remains.

Facing a top-tier demon comparable to the Four Fiends of antiquity, even if it's just playing a supporting role in a battle of this level, is an immense pressure for both the Taishan Guard and the Louguan Sect.

However, most of the once towering and imposing Taishan Guards, wielding heavy long-handled swords, have been reduced to small stones.

Xiweizi saw that there was another Taishan Guard, who was only about the size of a palm, who tried to squat down and put his head on his head, but he put it upside down. He stumbled and bumped into the hind hooves of the big black horse.

It was instinctively kicked by the big black dog.

The Taishan guard was sent flying, spinning three and a half times in mid-air before landing with a thud on the ground, his head flying off. He cried out, "My head! Where's my head?!"

Hippiezi had to suppress his murderous intent.

Meanwhile, in the Zhongnan Mountains, Zhou Yan looked at the man standing in mid-air, the ripples in his eyes turning into a storm. The True Lord of the Western Peak was extremely steady in nature. Even though he had an insatiable desire and greed for the thousands of miles of ley lines in the Zhongnan Mountains, he still restrained himself.

They only came out after the Lord of Mount Tai had disappeared.

When he appeared, he was dressed in armor and connected to the earth veins of Mount Hua from afar, displaying the appearance of a third-rank True Lord of the Western Peak. Zhou Yan's previous appearance as the Lord of Mount Tai was manifested by the power dissipated by the monk Manjushri when he relinquished his Bodhisattva status.

At present, Lord Zhou is only a seventh-grade true body. With the help of the Jade Seal, he has deduced the realm of a sixth-grade Dao Foundation. He cannot defeat him in a fight, but there is a fire burning in Zhou Yan's heart.

The monks are all dead, and the Taishan Guard, which had undergone arduous training, also suffered heavy losses.

He himself had just been pierced and pulled out by the spider spear, and the torment and pain hadn't subsided yet. He had finally managed to reclaim this thousand-mile stretch of earth veins and restore heaven and earth, and before anything had even happened, the Western Mountain had come straight here? Couldn't you at least put on an act?

No more pretending?
Zhou Yan exhaled, raised his palm, and aimed it at the True Lord of the Western Peak from afar. He rotated his wrist, his five fingers naturally clenched together, and golden ripples spread from his eyes. He attempted to use his status as the Lord of Mount Tai to attack the True Lord of the Western Peak.

It couldn't be shaken at all. It felt like trying to tighten a welded screw with your hands. However, it wasn't impossible. Zhou Yan noticed that the True Monarch of the Western Peak was absorbing the vast Zhongnan Mountain veins.

Just then, Zhou Yan had just gained the recognition of this world and obtained the powerful purple energy. A thought popped into Zhou Yan's mind, and a dangerous ripple appeared in his eyes.

He picked up a white hair from his temple with both fingers, removed it, and exhaled.

The white-haired figure also transformed into Zhou Yan, who also drew his sword. Zhou Yan ordered this incarnation to return to the Taishanglou Temple, taking advantage of the opportunity to distinguish between the Lord of Mount Tai and the Taoist Zhou Yan of the Taishanglou Temple.

Zhou Yan used the Earth Soul Heaven-Shattering Sword in his hand to press against the earth veins, then plucked a hair and used his energy to cut the hair into pieces. He exhaled, and all the pieces transformed into Zhou Yan.

Then, activating the power of the earth veins, he disappeared into the earth veins.

Zhou Yan felt a huge mental drain. Clearly, even such a top-tier divine power would take a heavy toll on his body if used like this, and his brain was throbbing with pain.

"For an ancient dragon species, this kind of consumption might not be a big deal, right?"

"But when you create supernatural powers, do you ever consider my mortal body?"

Zhou Yan endured the stinging pain and locked his divine eye onto the True Lord of the Western Peak in the clouds.

The recent attempt proved that the God of Mount Tai is indeed qualified to depose the mountain god. However, discussing authority without considering the magnitude of the power is somewhat dishonest. Ultimately, Lord Zhou's own realm, cultivation, and magical power are too low.

A fishing rod that can catch carp is a joke if you want to catch a deep-sea shark.

Since that's the case, all we need to do is increase the scale in a short period of time!

At the Bodhisattva level, one manifests in various forms throughout the ten directions of the world.

Within the earth's veins, two thousand four hundred Zhou Yans stepped forward in unison.

boom! ! !
This one person alone established the supreme and profound Taoist method.

Opening the altar—

Zhou Tian Grand Ritual!

These avatars all possess Zhou Yan's characteristics, including short mana pools. However, within the Zhongnan Mountain ley lines, these avatars of Zhou Yan also possess the characteristics of the Fengsui lineage, such as being able to quickly recover mana by standing firmly on the ground.

Of course, this magical power could not be teleported to Zhou Yan himself.

However, if one were to erect a shrine pointing towards the Lord of Mount Tai, that would be permissible.

Zhou Yan could clearly feel that his mana recovery speed and mana reserves were rapidly increasing under the blessing of the Xuantan Grand Ceremony. This state was temporary, but not false.

Zhou Yan felt his magical power surge instantly, and his mental burden and fatigue also increased significantly. He had achieved magical power. Zhou Yan exhaled and pinched his fingernails together. A drop of blood fell and transformed into many versions of himself.

These are the highest Buddhist teachings.

The Garbhadhatu Mandala, which uses Buddhist teachings to deduce the causes of all phenomena.

Even on the Zhongnan Mountain ley line, a land that had already fully recognized Zhou Yan's worth, Zhou Yan felt immense fatigue and pressure, his very soul almost floating away. However, his arrogant idea had succeeded.

The purple aura around the young lord was almost like thunder, and the entire thousand-mile-long earth vein became his support, with the power of Buddhism and Taoism surging and flowing through his body.

Underfoot—

The highest level of Taoist altar rituals and the most supreme Buddhist formations.

With feet firmly planted on the earth, the Dao's Yin and Yang energies are manifested in the primordial chaos, and the Buddha walks through the womb and mandala.

The Grand Ritual's magical power is complete.

The location of the Zhongnan Mountain's earth veins within the body of the True Lord of the Western Peak was determined by reverse calculation using the Buddhist Garbhadhatu Mandala method.

The great god of Kunlun, with his enlightened vision, locked onto it.

Zhou Yan raised his palm, his five fingers pointing at the West Mountain True Monarch in the void. The young man's lips curled up, revealing an air of arrogance. Yes, even if he couldn't kill you at this moment, he didn't intend to let you off easily. In that instant, Zhou Yan pushed his own technique to its limit.

This immense pressure caused all his previous avatars to dissipate and collapse simultaneously!

However, this power of building up momentum succeeded before it collapsed.

Five fingers lock.

Slowly clench your fists.

As the True Lord of Mount Xiyue controlled the earth's veins, he felt that his own realm had finally broken through to the third rank. Then, he enhanced the status of Mount Xiyue, and with a sway, his body also transformed into the appearance of Mount Xiyue, becoming incomparably tall, and the might of immortals and gods reappeared.

The earth shook violently, and everything lost its color.

Si Chen of the Nine Elders Cave on Mount Emei paled: "This is... a divine item!"

"Has the world really changed?!"

"First came a calamity comparable to the Four Fiends of antiquity, then the true form of the Lord of the Palace appeared in the world, and now, the Western Mountain has also stepped into the true realm of immortals and gods..."

The True Lord of the Western Peak felt the barrier that had trapped him for hundreds of years disappear, and felt the surge of power called immortals and gods. He laughed loudly: "Hahaha, from now on, I am a true immortal and god. I shall relinquish the title of True Lord and become the Great Emperor!"

"I hereby bestow upon you the title of Great Emperor Jintianyuan of Mount Hua, the Western Peak!"

The True Lord of the Western Peak, a divine being, unleashed his aura, soaring into the heavens and causing the clouds to ripple. Above the sky, radiant light flowed, and all beings were awestruck. The True King of Zhenyin suddenly noticed something and said:
"wrong!"

Si Chen of Mount Emei exclaimed, "What?!"

The divine appearance of the True Lord of Mount Hua was unmistakable. Suddenly, his body stiffened, and he felt the Zhongnan Mountain earth veins, which formed the foundation of his body, suddenly begin to riot.

At the height of his power, True Lord Xiyue spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood of immortals and gods fell upon the earth.

This change was unexpected by everyone. The arrogance on the face of the True Lord of the Western Peak gradually disappeared, while in the sky, purple energy swirled and slowly rotated above his head, like a divine punishment, deep and distant.

suddenly--

The purple energy swirled and transformed into a hand, slowly extending from the swirling sky.

Then, clench your fists.

With a crisp sound, Xiyue Zhenjun, whose aura was almost at the second rank, spat out blood. The earth vein energy in his body went berserk, and his own aura began to shake violently.

The vast and serene voice seemed to come from the heavens above.

It was like a pronouncement of judgment, like the cause of the great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

It seems that Heaven and Earth are denying the pride of this True Lord and Great Emperor.

"Remove him."

(End of this chapter)