Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 81 Being Fleece
At this moment, the Taoist priest Li solemnly added, "During the early Tang Dynasty, this place was the birthplace of the dragon. Its earth veins received the power of the dynasty's wishes and were nourished by the Qi of heaven and earth for a long time, gradually developing intelligence and transforming into spirits."

"This should have been a good thing, but alas... sigh!"

"Alas, the earth's veins possess spirit, but lack virtue!"

The old woodcutter snorted and continued, "The five dragon spirits first abandoned their posts, played around, and got lost, causing the fortune of the Dragon Rising Land to decline. This led to the Wu Zhou dynasty being like a hen crowing at dawn, nearly losing half of the Tang Dynasty's territory."

"At that time, the masters of the three religions joined forces to reseal them here, which led to the Kaiyuan era. However, as time went by, the five dragons gradually developed a violent nature."

"Furthermore, because these five dragons were also connected with the fate of the Tang Dynasty, the backlash caused the prosperous Kaiyuan era to decline."

"Out of necessity, the Buddhist family used the remains left by Tian Zhichao to sculpt a Buddha statue with bones wrapped around it to suppress this place. They used the peaceful emptiness to transform the evil spirits and malevolent energy. Many eminent monks and virtuous people followed suit, and the statue has been protected by generations of monks."

"Our Taoist school has also been sending experts to guard this place and use various methods, both civil and military, to subdue the ferocity of the five dragons and to regulate the earth's veins with the orthodox methods of the Xuanmen."

"Confucianism also established academies here, using the vast energy of its literary tradition to suppress and persuade people to do good."

"The Li Tang dynasty revered Laozi as their ancestor. Therefore, after the fall of the Li Tang dynasty, the remaining branches of the lineage were invited by us Taoists to come here to serve as the masters of the Daluo Palace. They also used the military strategies left by Emperor Taizong to suppress the Five Dragons."

"It has been thousands of years since then!"

As Han Yun listened, he silently mourned for the five spirits. Good heavens, the three religions are one family! What a grand display! Have they violated the heavenly rules?

But that's about right. After all, during the Tang Dynasty, there were events like the Wu Zhou usurpation of the Tang Dynasty and the An Lushan Rebellion. Although we can't attribute all the blame to the five spirits, we can't say for sure.

However, the changes in the heavens and the flow of Qi will inevitably involve some cause and effect.

Han Yun pondered for a moment and asked, "Since the three religions have joined forces to suppress it for a thousand years, why has the ferocity and malevolence of the five dragons not yet been resolved? Is there a way to solve this once and for all?"

The old woodcutter sighed, his gaze lingering on the distant, sprawling mountain range with a complex expression: "The formation of spiritual veins in the earth is extremely rare. To kill them directly would surely bring about natural disasters and calamities, harming one's own fortune and bringing no benefit to heaven and earth."

"Suppressing them for a thousand years was merely to wear down their malevolent energy and prevent them from causing further havoc on the world. In addition, the earth's veins have been continuously damaged in modern times, and the turbid energy has risen, which is like scraping off the scales and bones of the Five Dragons, making them even more ferocious."

Han Yun finally understood. It wasn't that they couldn't be killed, but that they couldn't be killed. The karmic consequences were too great, and no one wanted to bear them. It was like a hot potato.

At this moment, the old woodcutter glanced at Han Yun and said, "What a coincidence that you've arrived! Let Li lad lead you to the Dragon-Suppressing Cave!"

Han Yun pointed to himself in disbelief: "Me? Senior, it might not be good for an outsider like me to go into such a dangerous place, would it?"

The old woodcutter explained, “If I’m not mistaken, your foundation is different from the current internal alchemy practice of refining ancestral qi and condensing emptiness into elixir. It should be the orthodox alchemical cultivation method of ancient times, right? Although I don’t know which school it is, there should be alchemical fire accompanying it.”

"Borrow your elixir fire to burn away the turbid and evil energy on the five dragons, and their malevolent aura will naturally be reduced."

So, he was taken advantage of?

Upon hearing this, Han Yun's heart stirred: "I see. But I've only just begun to understand the art of alchemy and fire; I wonder if I'm up to the task."

Taoist Li patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "It's alright, just do your best, there's no need to force yourself. Besides, with the five masters of the Dragon Suppression Cave protecting you, they can ensure your safety."

Moreover, even if Han Yun wanted to cause trouble, it wouldn't be possible, since there are five patriarchs watching over them. The old woodcutter nodded and said, "That's exactly right. Although the five dragons are fierce, after a thousand years of suppression, they are no longer as powerful as they used to be. You only need to use the alchemical fire to burn away the turbid energy on their bodies, and the rest will be handled by the five senior uncles and elder brothers."

Han Yun took a deep breath and solemnly said, "In that case, I am willing to do my best."

Li Daoshi stroked his beard with satisfaction: "Good! Let's not delay, let's set off now."

Having said that, he flicked his sleeve and tossed the whisk into the air. The whisk grew longer in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was more than ten feet long, hovering three feet above the ground.

"Young friend Han, please take up your whisk." Taoist Li gestured for him to proceed.

This whisk felt like cotton to the touch, yet it was as stable as a rock; unexpectedly, it was a magical artifact.

Han Yun shook his head. He then activated the Qi of Dan Yun in his dantian, which transformed into a golden auspicious cloud beneath his feet, lifting him up.

Li Daoshi looked surprised, gave him an awkward but polite smile, then leaped onto his whisk and led the way.

The mountain wind howled, and Han Yun was surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, with the surrounding mountains spread out before him. Before long, the two landed in front of a secluded mountain cave.

The cave entrance is about three zhang high, and the stone walls on both sides are covered with densely packed runes, including Buddhist Sanskrit mantras, Taoist cloud and thunder patterns, and Confucian odes to righteousness.

Above the cave entrance hangs an ancient bronze mirror. The mirror surface is dark and dull, yet it faintly exudes a sense of oppression. It must be some kind of talisman or a talisman for suppressing evil.

Similar to the demon-revealing mirror in the novel *Investiture of the Gods*.

Taoist Li put away his whisk, his expression solemn: "This is the Dragon-Suppressing Cave. Young friend Han, once inside, be sure to stay close to me and do not touch anything inside the cave."

Han Yun nodded in agreement.

As soon as the two stepped into the cave, they heard a deep dragon's roar coming from the depths, shaking the cave walls and causing dust to fall. The sound was mixed with pain and violence, making their hearts tremble.

The cave is winding and deep, and the further you go in, the hotter the air becomes. Blackened marks can be seen on the rock walls from time to time, as if they were burned or struck by lightning, or as if they were the shadows of weapons and swords.

Upon arriving at a spacious cave, the sight before him made Han Yun gasp in astonishment.

Five enormous dragon-shaped phantoms were bound by countless golden chains, the chains inscribed with scriptures and runes. The dragon phantoms were entirely black except for their blood-red eyes, and they were frantically twisting their bodies, trying to break free of their restraints.

Each dragon shadow's scales were covered in a viscous black mist that writhed as if alive, emitting a nauseating stench.

Five elderly men in Taoist robes were sitting cross-legged on the five-sided stone platform.

Some are enveloped in arcs of lightning, their hands unleashing thunderbolts; others transform their Qi into azure flames to refine the dragon spirit; still others condense the Qi accumulated from countless battles into a fierce mountain of blades; some hold a precious fan to fan the flames; others chant incantations, their Daoist voices resounding.

Above and below the dragon-shaped phantom, respectively, the vast energy and Buddhist essence transformed into prisons, faintly revealing the phantoms of great Confucian scholars and eminent monks, with continuous chanting sounds, truly leaving one with no way to ascend to heaven or descend to earth.

Upon seeing the two enter, one of the five elders, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, opened his eyes, a glint of lightning flashing in them: "Young man from the Li family, who is he?"

(End of this chapter)