The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 277 Devouring an Ancient God, Refining a Divine Power

But before Zhou Yan could take out the edict given to him by the old Taoist Xiweizi, after Zhou Yan, Kaiming, and Maomaotou left the ship using incarnation techniques, leaving only their silhouettes behind, the ship captain, as if he had taken drugs, drove the ship like a madman.

Finally, the ship docked earlier than expected, arriving at a ferry crossing near Langzhong.

The passengers on the ship were all on tenterhooks, but thankfully nothing happened along the way, which put their minds at ease.

The two Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain were about to greet Zhou Yan when Xu Zhilan suddenly heard the sound of surging waves outside, followed by exclamations from the ferry crossing: "The tide is coming in! The tide is coming in!!!"

"how come!"

"Could it be that the Water Dragon King is enraged?"

Xu Zhilan and Consort Shen disembarked together, only to find the water surging even more violently than before. Before long, they heard a roaring sound. At that moment, Zhou Yan and Qingyuan Jun were fighting and broke out of the water.

Qingyuan Jun was first restrained, then sealed and locked up, and even ate the Great Sun Golden Crow. Under the stimulation of various intense pains, he had already gone mad and cursed Zhou Yan. However, when Qingyuan Jun communicated with Zhou Yan, he used an ancient language that others could not understand.

Ancient language has more syllable variations than modern language, and it can better express the complexity of emotions. In addition, since it is uttered by the body of a dragon-snake species, it has a bit of a hoarse and raspy sound, with the madness and resentment of ancient times.

The sound echoed through the mountains, sending chills down one's spine and filling one's heart with terror. Just as a human would freeze and go blank upon seeing a tiger roaring in the mountains, many people at the ferry were already staggering, some even collapsing to the ground.

Xu Zhilan and Shen Fei were just mortals, not Xuan Guan. They had been on the boat for a long time and were feeling dizzy from the swaying of the water. When they heard the roar and anger of the ancient beast Bashe, their legs went weak and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Xu Zhilan helped Shen Fei up, but then she heard a series of crying sounds coming from the other side. Looking over, she saw a five or six-year-old child sitting there, crying sadly. There were people running around in fright all around. When people panic, it is easy for a stampede to occur.

Having witnessed the absurdity of her birthplace, Xu Zhilan felt compassion for the child and quickly went over to pick him up. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard a series of exclamations; the water had risen!
That Lord Qingyuan had an incredibly large body. His very existence could even be considered a manifestation of a section of the Jialing River canyon. In his dying rage, he launched a counterattack, causing the water level to rise dramatically!

This is another ferry crossing, where the waves crash and surge towards the flat land.

A massive ship, weighing thousands of kilograms, came hurtling towards the group with tremendous force. Xu Zhilan instinctively grabbed the child and ducked down, where Consort Shen stood in front of them.

But at that moment, a streak of light appeared.

wow-

A bright sword light descended from the sky, cleaving the large ship in two. The sword energy was chilling, causing the water to freeze. The broken hull of the ship slid to both sides, still in danger. Suddenly, there was the sound of a scroll unfurling.

A scroll was unfolding in front of her. When the ship crashed into her, Consort Shen instinctively closed her eyes and did not see the debris stirred up by the tide hitting the void and creating ripples.

Amidst the people and the surging waves, a painting seems to have emerged.

In a fleeting moment, these high-speed, extremely dangerous debris seemed to have entered the painting, becoming frozen, static brushstrokes. Although this mysterious painting shattered in an instant, becoming pure magical ripples, the danger that had splashed in was also erased.

Consort Shen slowly raised her head and saw the sword light condense into a long sword, which was then sheathed by a woman dressed in elegant clothes with a crane soaring into the sky. The woman had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and naturally possessed a sharp and spirited air.

However, the scroll was put away by a young girl.

The girl was dressed as a Taoist disciple, with her hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, carrying a bag on her back, and a small dagger hanging at her waist. She was petite, but she dared to forcibly use the painter Xuan Guan's techniques to intercept the danger before the water surged, which showed that she had great courage.

When Consort Shen saw her back, her body froze instantly.

Hearing the girl breathe a sigh of relief, she said, "Luckily, Zhou Yan told us to come first, otherwise, it would have been really dangerous. But thankfully, Sister Li came to help me—"

The woman holding the sword spoke gently: "It's also because Bihen was in seclusion at Louguan Temple. Otherwise, with her speed, she would be faster than me. She already had the potential to become a Taoist, and after the death of the Weaver Girl demon, she was able to let go of the past and should be able to make further progress."

Consort Shen's eyes trembled violently, her lips quivered, and she said:

"...Yun'er?"

Li Zhiwei paused for a moment.

Then she shook her shoulders, took a deep breath, and turned around. The girl had a big, reassuring smile on her face, but tears were still streaming down her face.

Her lips curled up slightly at first, then turned down again:
"Auntie!"

Li Zhiwei threw herself into Consort Shen's arms, losing her usual courage and boldness, burying her face in her mother's chest and bursting into tears.

Li Pingyang, clutching his father Li Taibai's sword, watched their reunion with downcast eyes, listening to Li Zhiwei recount her past experiences to Consort Shen. A hint of longing for his own parents flickered in his eyes. Meanwhile, the Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain was about to approach when he heard that clear, melodious voice—

[For example—an imperial edict!]

Jiang Sinan of Qingcheng Mountain and his disciples immediately became serious.

Jiang Sinan looked at the Taoist talisman radiating light at his waist and said, "...This reaction, is it the decree of the head of the Supreme Louguan Sect?!" The Louguan Sect had preserved the inheritances of various schools and sects of Taoism during the previous calamity, and all of them respected it!
Jiang Sinan and his disciple took half a step forward, their Taoist robes trembling.

Even though the person who spoke was not here, they still respectfully bowed towards the source of the voice and said, "Jiang Sinan, disciple of Qingcheng Mountain."

"Gu Yuxi, a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, obeys the Supreme Emperor's decree!"

The sound wasn't limited to this place. Putting aside Zhou Yan's magical power, he not only killed the so-called Jialing River God, but also spent several hours annihilating all the water gods, large and small, upstream and downstream of the Jialing River.

By virtue of the water god's authority, the voice was transmitted to all surrounding places.

Not only the Taoists outside the sects, but even those sects remotely sensed the message conveyed by the young Taoist. On Mount Qingcheng, Li Wangsheng, the current head of the Qingcheng Sect, strode out, his whisk dangling from his arm, and said:

"It is actually the seal of Louguandao."

A swordsman standing nearby asked, "Sect Leader, what should we do?"

Li Wangsheng appeared as a middle-aged Taoist priest, with graying temples and a gentle yet weary gaze. He wore a faded blue Taoist robe. He was originally an abandoned child, taken in by an old Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain on a snowy night.

Since he didn't know his parents and had no proof of his origins, the old Taoist priest allowed him to take the surname of the Taoist patriarch.

He grew up in Qingcheng Mountain from a young age, possessed extraordinary talent and a tranquil nature, and was highly regarded by the previous sect leader, becoming his last disciple. His Daoist name is "Wangsheng". He said, "The Jialing River has suddenly become turbulent. We, as Daoist disciples, cannot sit idly by."

"However, having Qingcheng Mountain intervene will inevitably displease other sects in Sichuan, and some old friends might not listen. Having someone from the Taishanglou Temple intervene is the best course of action." With a flick of his whisk, the Qingcheng Mountain leader declared loudly:
"Mount Qingcheng—"

"I hereby receive the Emperor's decree!"

Different voices rose from around Sichuan.

This represents the response from the Xuan Guan of the Daoist sect, and it was extremely swift. The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword forcefully suppressed the Lord of the Bashe, and Zhou Yan, with the help of this Daoist treasure, sensed the response from Shuchuan.

The young Taoist priest proclaimed in a loud voice: "The Lord of the Bashe, Qingyuan Jun Hanzhuo, has broken free from his seal and wishes to revitalize the Jialing River. I am here to slay the demon and eliminate the evil. I ask for the help of fellow Taoists to suppress the waves and protect all living beings!"

Voices responded one after another: "As you command, Master!"

Above the sky, the demonic aura of Lord Qingyuan had already caused strange phenomena in the heavens and earth. Layers of dark clouds surged and rolled down, pressing down. Although it was only this small area of ​​the sky, it was somewhat similar to the scene when the ancient water god Gonggong wreaked havoc on the earth.

However, amidst this oppressive atmosphere, streaks of light began to rise.

Qingyuan-jun was stunned: "This is..."

Zhou Yan looked at him and cursed, "Old man, you've been sealed for thousands of years, do you still think the world today is the same as it was back then?!" In ancient times, the cultivation methods of Xuan Guan were still incomplete and mixed with various other elements.

However, among the human race, extremely powerful war gods will be born in certain generations.

Now, thousands of years have passed, and the sages of each dynasty have continuously innovated, making the path of the Xuan Guan (mysterious official) clearer and clearer. In this land of Sichuan, the land of abundance, there are many Taoist Xuan Guan, who can be mobilized in an instant.

With the help of the [Supreme Louguan Jade Talisman] in his hand and the power of the Jialing River God, Zhou Yan was able to vaguely sense the locations of other Taoist disciples. Zhou Yan exhaled and reviewed the process of the grand ritual during the Louguan Taoist era in his mind.

Zhou Yan, with himself at the core, guides all the Taoist officials around him!
The [Chongxuan Sect Seal] passed down by his master at Huai Chenyu's waist trembled violently and made a buzzing sound. Not only him, but all the Taoist cultivators who were hiding and watching the battle on both sides of the Jialing River had the same magic weapons and talismans, as if they were worshipping the supreme Taoist lineage!

Instead of resisting, they activated their magic to cooperate with this resonance.

Huai Chenyu saw the young Taoist priest taking steps as he made a hand gesture.

With a light touch, stepping into the void.

Ripples spread across the void in an instant, and incredibly mysterious patterns transformed into a grand array, which then suddenly unfolded. They discovered that their control over the water flow had been instantly integrated by an invisible "network," uniformly obeying Zhou Yan's divine will.

[Initiate the Grand Ritual of Zhou Tian!]
Zhou Yan was not only using the power of the Grand Ceremony to maximize the application of the Jialing River's authority, but also using the Jialing River's power to transmit the key points of the river's flow to all the Taoist disciples, so that they could stabilize the waters in various places.

In a daze, the Jialing River stretched out, like the curve in the middle of the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram. The surging waves were Yin, while man was Yang. The two aspects of heaven and man transformed into a vast Tai Chi diagram, and the young Taoist stepped on the center of the Tai Chi diagram and pressed down.

boom! ! !
The three-pointed, double-edged sword plunged downwards with tremendous force.

Lord Qingyuan angrily said, "...You weakling, I am the one who is weak."

"Noisy!!!"

Zhou Yan raised his hand, and the innate metal and wood energy brought by his avatar merged with his original body. In an instant, the innate five elements of Qi were complete, transforming into a palm that pressed down hard, making Qingyuan Jun, who was still struggling, dizzy and disoriented.

However, as the saying goes, "Strike the snake at its vital spot."

Zhou Yan's eyes possessed the divine power of enlightenment, locking onto Qingyuan Jun's vital point. A beam of light appeared there, and he raised his hand to press down, only to find that the patch of blood-red scales had transformed into a human face, biting Zhou Yan's palm.

The face formed from these scales was ferocious.

"Hahaha, you—fell for it!"

Snakes are cunning.

Zhou Yan already knew this.

Qingyuan Jun thought Zhou Yan would panic, but he found that the boy just let the face formed by Qingyuan Jun's soul bite him hard, his eyes cold.

"You are within ten feet of me."

"???!"

Zhou Yan himself lacked the necessary strength.

He cannot open the Dharma realm on his own.

However, at this moment, a grand religious ceremony has already begun.

With his five fingers clenched together, a mysterious power spread out. Thus, within a radius of several feet around him, the concepts of life and death were stripped away from all things and phenomena. Before this body, life was uncertain; after this body, death was not yet determined.

The cycle of birth and death is divided by this body!
Zhou Yan clenched his five fingers together.

An ancient and exotic creature, the master of the Bashe serpent, the left and right assistants of the water god Gonggong, and the ancient divine beast sealed by King Yu in the Jialing River, struggled wildly with divine light in its eyes, making it impossible for Zhou Yan to completely close his five fingers. But in the end, accompanied by the sound of chains whistling, Zhou Yan's five fingers clenched up little by little.

The young Taoist priest spoke calmly.

"die."

Qingyuan-jun's eyes completely lost their divine light.

This ancient embodiment of calamity thus perished at the hands of Zhou Yan.

Completely dead, with both body and soul annihilated!
After Qingyuanjun died, the jade book in Zhou Yan's consciousness suddenly burst out with a burst of light, forcibly pulling and swallowing the primordial spirit of this ancient immortal god into the jade book.

Then, supernatural powers were developed...

Do not!
This time, what emerged was not supernatural power.

Rather, it is the Dharma Realm!
(End of this chapter)