The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 301 Blessed Land, Immortality and Longevity

Zhou Yan sensed the changes within himself and improved.

The earth veins of the blessed land began to converge on their own, absorbing his energy consumption within the blessed land. The entire earth vein flowed, and the entire blessed land was given life and death anew. But the strangest thing was the [mountain] that he had used as a substitute for Mount Tai.

"...Strange, such power."

Zhou Yan clenched his fist, feeling a surge of immense power. A slightly strange expression crossed his face: "What... what kind of mountain is inside this blessed land? How could it possess such a powerful force?"

Even compared to Mount Tai in its incomplete state, it is somewhat superior.

Of course, Zhou Yan guessed that it must be because the Duke of Taishan died too tragically, and the Taishan Dao Fruit was shattered into dust by Zhou Yan himself with a single sword, which caused the pure mountain god power under the position of the Lord of Taishan to be weak.

At this moment, the boundaries of life and death power are not as significant as those of the Lord of Mount Tai.

However, the pure power of the mountain god is slightly superior.

Zhou Yan clenched his five fingers, connecting with the earth's veins and gathering power. He then threw a punch, a faint bright yellow aura emanating from his fist. The punch landed in the air, creating a sonic boom, and a layer of viscous air wave made his sleeves shake violently.

Zhou Yan got interested and practiced the Taoist Taiyi Palm Technique here.

One grab, one press, one pat.

All of them possessed a vital energy that moved with their bodies.

Zhong Boxi stared in disbelief as the handsome young Taoist priest performed a set of ordinary punches and kicks. Yet, these ordinary punches and kicks produced sonic booms, with visible ripples spreading outwards, and finally almost turning into bursts of fist energy that were thrown out.

This is a Taoist palm technique, which emphasizes compassion and the preservation of life.

But this move is deadly if it just grazes you, and it will injure you if it hits you.

Finally, Zhou Yan finished with a gathering of energy, his body filled with thick, sticky energy, almost like a supernatural power. With a sweep of his hands, it was as if a Tai Chi diagram formed by converging energy waves was slowly dispersing.

With the blessing of the earth's veins, the power is greatly enhanced.

Even compared to the incomplete Mount Tai, the blessing of Mount Zhongnan is far more powerful.

What kind of mountain is this? It's so steep!

Zhou Yan seemed to be deep in thought, but his punch and kick had almost made Zhong Boxi turn pale with fright. He murmured, "I, I must still be dreaming, still dreaming..." His eyes were bloodshot, and his words were insane. He was clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Zhou Yan stepped forward.

With the blessing of the earth's veins, he appeared behind Zhong Boxi in an instant.

[Shrinking the earth to an inch].

Zhou Yan naturally mastered such great supernatural power right after he seized control of this blessed land from the other side. Zhong Boxi's expression changed drastically. He felt a pain in his neck, his vision went black, and he fell forward without moving.

Zhou Yan, carrying Zhong Boxi, took a step forward and appeared in front of Shen Cangming and the others.

He threw Zhong Boxi to the ground and said, "Uncle Shen, Miss Li, I've interrogated this guy. You can imprison him first. I'll leave this place to you, Uncle Shen. I have other things to do."

He had just interrogated Zhong Boxi about two other key points that would disrupt the plan for this blessed land. Adhering to the idea that he must protect what the enemy values and wants to destroy, Zhou Yan planned to protect these two key points first.

Before leaving, he took the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear that he had obtained from Jiang Boyue. With a flick of his wrist, a bright yellow cold light shot out from the spearhead, flickering erratically. Zhou Yan rose into the air and twirled the spear in his hand.

A large circle was drawn outside the street area centered around the antique shops.

He exercised the power of the prefect.

Inside this circle, the evil formation's attraction to life can be cut off. Zhou Yan then told several friends about the formation, and everyone's expression changed. Shen Cangming said, "We must quickly move the people in here."

"We cannot stand idly by and watch others harm the people here."

Pei Xuan Niao gritted his teeth and suddenly said, "In that case, the other party's body contains the life force of the people here, right? So, if we fight with them, could they use the life force of the people to heal themselves?"

"When we kill them, their injuries will heal immediately."

"And the loss of vital energy and blood is transferred to the people."

"Wouldn't countless people die or be injured?"

Zhou Yan did not expect that Pei Xuan Niao would think of this point so quickly. He solemnly said, "Therefore, we must first break this formation and awaken all the people. This evil magic can only absorb life force when the people are asleep and their primordial spirits are stable."

"Break this formation first, then kill this fiend."

Zhou Yan briefly explained a few things and then headed towards the array node.

Inside the pavilion, the expressions on the faces of the prefect and the young man were extremely solemn and grim. The jade talisman representing the blessed land [the authority of the Heavenly Dao] was slowly rotating, and there were already mixed thoughts inside.

The young man gritted his teeth: "Outsider..."

"One node has been breached."

His voice became slightly hurried, no longer as powerful and calm as before, which conveyed a sense of complete control over everything: "However, we still control about 80% of the entire blessed land."

"Prefect, immediately go and wipe away the other two ripples."

"No, another accident is possible!"

Prefect Wang said, "I know."

He said, "But you'd better not forget what you promised me."

The young man stared at the middle-aged prefect and said, "We've already come this far. Even if I don't give it to you, do you think you can turn back?" The prefect's face was ashen.

The handsome young man reached out, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed heartily:

"But don't worry, don't worry."

"This is a momentous change in the world, a once-in-a-millennium opportunity, a possibility to become an immortal or an ancestor. You don't want these great opportunities, you only want that thing, how could I not give it to you? Rest assured, this thing will definitely be given to you."

Prefect Wang stood up and said, "That's best."

He turned and left. The handsome young man watched the Prefect Wang's retreating figure, his smile fading. He muttered to himself, "He's quite a loyal and righteous man, but a pity, a pity. I'll give you some benefits first; otherwise, you wouldn't have helped us..."

"The vengeance of our ancestors and the resurrection of our revered gods must succeed."

"And your immortality is nothing but a mirage, a mere empty dream."

"But why do I feel a vague unease in my heart?"

The young man raised his hand, gently touching his chest, feeling a faint palpitation. He gazed at the jade talisman from the blessed land, watching the wisps of black energy flowing within it, and said, "...The meaning of life and death?"

"Who is this outsider?"

.....................

Jiang Sinan was pale, gripping a sword in his hand and cradling an infant in his arms. His right hand trembled, but he refused to give up. He was a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, sent to Langzhong to provide assistance on orders from his sect. This was because a strange fog had appeared in Langzhong, causing widespread fainting among the people. Qingcheng Mountain, as the leading Taoist sect in Sichuan, considered it its duty to enter the world to subdue demons and monsters. Knowing of this place, they naturally sent people to investigate.

The elder from Qingcheng Mountain who entered Langzhong, along with several high-ranking disciples, were all experts from Qingcheng Mountain. The elder was at the fifth rank, which would be considered the strongest in an ordinary Taoist temple, and even in Qingcheng Mountain, he would be in the top tier.

The high-ranking disciples have all reached the seventh-grade Xuan Guan realm, each with their own strengths.

With the increasing number of Taoist disciples, they were able to set up formations and altars, and use talismans and magic to handle most situations. In addition, Qingcheng Mountain also summoned its disciples who were away to go to Langzhong to investigate.

It was after receiving this message that Jiang Sinan and his disciples traveled by boat down the Jialing River to Langzhong, where they encountered Zhou Yan and others. After entering the city, they were caught in a fog, and within the fog, there were demons wielding swords and fighting. They barely managed to escape by relying on talismans, precious medicines, and the Xuan Tan formation.

The master and apprentice heard the sound of a baby crying in a courtyard amidst the fog. Upon entering, they found that all the adults in the house were fast asleep and could not be woken up, leaving only the child crying loudly.

Jiang Sinan felt a chill run down his spine and had no choice but to take the child out first.

They took some pills and mixed them with water to feed the child, hoping to maintain the child's vitality. Suddenly, a group of monsters appeared in the mist. The master and disciple fought and fled. Jiang Sinan was clearly very timid; his legs were already weak, but he still carried the child and staggered away, calling out:
"Grandmaster!"

"What on earth is wrong with this place?"

His disciple, a fifteen-year-old Taoist priest, wielded a sword in one hand and a whisk in the other. His martial arts and agility were superior to Jiang Sinan's. He protected his teacher and repelled the monsters in the mist.

Jiang Sinan ran forward in a panic, but he tripped and fell. The child flew out and there were some little monsters in front of him. Jiang Sinan was terrified. Taking advantage of his weak legs and the forward-falling posture, he pushed off the ground with his right hand and flew forward.

He tossed aside his sword and caught the child in his arms.

The child, unaware of the Taoist's panicked and numb state of mind, seemed to find it amusing and giggled. Jiang Sinan, however, was on the verge of tears. He hugged the child tightly, rolled on the ground, and swerved to the side.

He tried to grab the sword, but it had already flown away when he threw it to stop the monsters. Now, surrounded by the monsters, he had no time to grab it and could only complain in despair.

Oh no, oh no, we're doomed today!

The Taoist priest slapped the last [Protective Golden Light Talisman] onto the child, held the child in his arms, trembling with fear, yet facing the monsters with his bare body.

The young Taoist priest's expression changed drastically: "Teacher!"

As the demons attacked, a silver light suddenly pierced through them in an instant, embedding itself upside down in front of Jiang Sinan. The timid Taoist priest kept his eyes closed, but for a long time he did not feel any stinging pain.

He opened his eyes and saw the silver spear stuck upside down in front of him.

The spear was old, bearing the marks of countless battles and battlefields, yet its tip remained sharp and menacing, as if newly forged. A hand gripped the spear and pulled it out.

The gun blade whistled softly, emitting a low, chilling sound.

"Fellow Daoists, it's been a long time."

Jiang Sinan finally snapped out of his intense fear, looked up blankly, and saw the white-haired Taoist priest. Behind him, he saw monsters faintly appearing. His disciple, Ye Chenying, hurriedly said, "Taoist priest, be careful!"

"After these monsters are killed, they seem to revive when they are covered by the fog."

Zhou Yan followed the node that disrupted the formation to this place. Hearing Ye Chenying's words, he raised his eyes slightly, and a series of thoughts flashed through his mind—in mythology, there is the concept of longevity, and the blessed land that is sublimated from it.

He gripped the spear and swept it horizontally, creating ripples on the spearhead.

Zhao Zilong's Dragon Gallant Silver Spear tore through the air, emitting a shrill whistling sound. It then ripped through the air currents, transforming into a storm that swept up all the monsters in the mist.

The oppressive force emanating from this pure power made both Ye Chenying and Jiang Sinan hold their breath.

At this moment, Zhou Yan, by taking advantage of his position as the Lord of Mount Tai, forcefully eroded the authority of this blessed land, locked the central pillar of this blessed land, and received the blessing of the earth veins and the power of the mountain god, greatly increasing his own power.

At this moment, his power was such that he could contend with the dragons almost without using magic.

The monsters were blown away and shattered. Then the mist gathered, and in the white, jade-colored mist, the monsters' 'life force' was rebuilt. Zhou Yan's eyes were calm, and he turned the spear in his hand and suddenly pointed it at the ground.

Invisible ripples spread violently outwards from Zhou Yan's center.

To deprive someone of life, and to give them death.

It wasn't a kill by supernatural powers, but rather—

[Annihilation]!
The monsters that had been reviving in the mist suddenly froze, and their roars and howls, which were originally extremely frightening, suddenly became deathly silent. The contrast between the two was even more frightening.

Ye Chenying and Jiang Sinan were shocked.

"This, this is..."

Zhou Yan stripped these monsters of their life force in an instant.

The life force of the demons was forcibly drawn away by the [Power of Life and Death] and transferred into Zhou Yan's palm.

As life force was drawn and gathered, these monsters fell downwards from the inside out. As they landed in the mist, they all shattered into fragments, which then vanished and became part of the mist.

Jiang Sinan and Ye Chenying were mesmerized.

Zhou Yan held the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear in his right hand, and with his left hand, he gathered the life force core of the demons, which then materialized into a strange flower.

This flower is entirely jade-colored, radiating a faint chill, as if it could freeze life.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Sinan exclaimed in shock:
"This is... the Kunlun Immortal Herb?"

"How...how is this possible? How could the core life force of these monsters be Kunlun Immortal Herbs? Wasn't Kunlun already a ruin?!"

As Zhou Yan held the flower, he became increasingly aware of and speculated about the truth of Langzhong. If his guess was correct, this place was never the so-called "Langzhong" from the very beginning.

But...

"The flower of Kunlun, a legend of immortality."

"I don't know what Kaiming was investigating, or what blessed lands and immortals dwelling in this world."

"And that long dream."

Zhou Yan said, "I'm afraid this isn't Langzhong at all."

"But——"

"Above the blessed land, lies the separate palace of the Queen Mother of the West."

"A fairyland in the heavens".

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Meanwhile, the third node was identified as a disruptive node.

A young man in white robes and golden armor, aloof and arrogant, was shrouded in thick fog.

The Golden King has entered my dream.