Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 267 "Floating" and "Void", The Unrestrained Dragon God
In front of the floating palace

The Dragon God and the painter have not yet returned.

The heads of the five surnames, seven prominent families, and twenty-four clans were all sitting quietly on cloud chairs.

Seeing the flying boat hovering in mid-air, everyone was excited and quickly looked up.

A tall, slender figure in dark blue stepped off the flying boat.

The five elders followed closely behind, lined up in a row.

Unlike the tense atmosphere and clear division at the start, the five were now quite harmonious.

Has a consensus been reached?

But why does this scene look a little strange?

Looking at the six people in front of the flying boat, everyone had the feeling that High Priest Li Wushou was the leader.

On second thought, the other party was indeed of distinguished background. Although it might seem like the guest was overstepping his bounds, it also demonstrated the humility and politeness of the Suspended Mountain in welcoming guests.

The golden flying boat shone brightly and transformed back into a small boat, disappearing into the sky.

Li Wushou glanced quietly at the void and the clouds and mist surrounding the Suspended Mountain. Ten days ago, when he looked at the Floating Void Ancestor, he could only vaguely see him. But now he understood him quite well.

No wonder when he asked Tiger Girl about the information of the Floating Void Ancestor, she replied with great interest that she would know when she met him.

Seeing the state of the two patriarchs, Fu and Kong, even Li Wushou, who was quite knowledgeable, was somewhat surprised.

These two don't even look human!

Or perhaps he shed his human body; Li Wushou is still unclear about the specifics.

The founder of the "Floating" lineage transformed into clouds, and the mist surrounding the suspended mountain could be said to be part of the other's body.

Although the clouds were pure white, from Li Wushou's focused perspective, they radiated a dazzling array of colors.

The light, like silk threads, weaves and intertwines in the clouds surrounding the suspended mountain, transforming into a blurry face, ethereal yet possessing a captivating charm.

As the clouds and mist rippled, his face flowed slowly through them like drifting clouds, drawing in the power of heaven and earth.

Its body merges with heaven and earth yet is also isolated from them, enveloping the suspended mountain within it.

How big is the Hanging Mountain?

With Li Wushou's current vision, even disregarding the restricted area of ​​the Suspended Mountain, he could roughly see that the main island should be about eight or nine miles in circumference.

The opponent was able to surround the entire suspended mountain with his body, as if he were firmly supporting the suspended mountain.

However, this may be due to the unique characteristics of the other party's body.

Because Li Wushou discerned from the overflowing spiritual aura emanating from the other party, he always felt that even if this Floating Character lineage patriarch was stronger than him, he wouldn't be so ridiculously strong.

Top-tier Nascent Soul cultivator, or perhaps early-stage Deity Transformation cultivator?
Li Wushou's identity remains unknown.

In comparison, the founder of the Kongzi lineage gave Li Wushou a more powerful and sharp impression.

The entire sky above the suspended mountain was covered by a layer of transparent crystalline film.

This crystalline membrane is shaped like a canopy, seemingly containing countless crystalline facets, tightly integrated with the void, indistinguishable from it.

The light from the sky, the flowing wind, and the vast spiritual energy all pass through it, controlled and filtered by it before entering the suspended mountain in turn.

Unlike the ethereal nature of floating clouds, the other party is sometimes empty and sometimes heavy, depending on what passes through its body.

Under Li Wushou's focused gaze, unlike the one who had just seen through the Floating Character Pulse Ancestor at a glance, this crystal membrane contained countless crystal faces, winding and twisting, making one's mind dizzy.

But Li Wushou could still vaguely see a dazzling pale blue halo behind the crystal film.

The halo is shaped like a person, with countless tiny crystal fragments inside shimmering and reassembling, its outline as smooth and mysterious as folds in space.

His eyes seemed to connect to the endless void, so deep that they were unfathomable.

With his hands hanging down, palms facing down, the vast spiritual power and rich primordial energy of heaven and earth in the void spewed out through the void vortex he controlled.

With a raised palm facing the sky, the mixed air currents and the turbid air of the suspended mountain were exhaled.

The mental pressure exerted on Li Wushou by the founder of the Empty Lineage was clearly stronger than that exerted by the founder of the Floating Lineage.

The other party gave Li Wushou a vague sense that he was a self-contained entity.

Is it the aura of the Dharma realm?
If Li Wushou couldn't determine whether the founder of the Floating Lineage was a Nascent Soul cultivator or a Deity Transformation cultivator before, then he could assert that the founder of the Empty Lineage was definitely a Deity Transformation cultivator.

No wonder the other side is vying for control of the discourse surrounding the Suspended Mountain.

So that's how strong they are!
That's only human nature.

Having observed the situation of the two patriarchs, Li Wushou had a better understanding of the situation.

Regardless of what the painter and the mysterious girl were plotting, their combat strength was at most comparable to, or even slightly inferior to, the Floating Void Ancestor.

Otherwise, there would be no need to go to such lengths and schemes!
Composing himself, Li Wushou stepped down from the void.

The five elders followed closely behind, and in the next instant, the crowd was filled with commotion and astonishment as they all stared at the six people.

Because the five elders followed Li Wushou to the seat of the City God of the Five Directions City on the south bank.

What does this mean?
Previously, this was just the hospitality custom of Suspended Mountain. How come it now seems so obsequious?
Li Wushou noticed the commotion and thought the Dragon God and the painter had returned. He turned around and saw the five clan elders standing upright behind him, and he was speechless.

After a light cough, the five surnames finally realized what was happening.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Li Wushou and returned to the cloud chair above the white jade steps.

The group of people observing the group erupted in another uproar.

confirmed!
That's so obsequious!
What's the situation?
Li Wushou was also somewhat helpless. After all, the parasitic spirit in the abdomen was not a puppet. It could only distort and guide the other party's cognition, but it could not control the other party's words and actions. The other party would complete the instructions according to its own logic.

Seeing the astonished looks on everyone's faces, Li Wushou simply sat on the cloud chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Elder Yun and the others paid no attention to the uproar.

In their minds, Li Wushou made great contributions to the Suspended Mountain.

Not only did they save the lives of the five of them, but they also went to great lengths to ask Senior Chi Xiu to help them forge their destiny stars. Even before returning to the Suspended Mountain, the High Priest still had a furrowed brow, fearing that some conflict between the two lineages of the Heavenly God and the Floating God might cause instability in Wangxian City.

He even instructed Elder Yun to send Senior Chi Xiu to Wangxian City to maintain stability and prepare for future troubles.

The five elders admitted that they hadn't worried as much as the High Priest, which moved them both and made them feel ashamed.

The High Priest, an outsider, has gone to such lengths for the Suspended Mountain.

We are merely showing our insignificant concern and respect to the High Priest, so what?
Seeing that the High Priest had closed his eyes to rest, but the clan leaders were still making a ruckus, Elder Yun snorted coldly:
"Silence"

The room fell silent.

The other four elders took their seats in turn, while Elders Gongsun and Shen focused on recovering from their injuries.

Elder Yun, however, flicked his sleeve and left his seat.

Everyone was terrified and remained silent!

Elder Yun seems very angry?

Although the anger was somewhat inexplicable, no one dared to have any objections.
The group of protectors watched Elder Yun's departing figure with some surprise and doubt. They vaguely felt that Elder Yun was about to cross that insurmountable barrier.

Elder Yun quickly left the floating hall and then turned around and went straight down the suspended mountain.

The founders of the Floating and Void lineages also glanced at Elder Yun with doubt, but seeing that he went straight into Wangxian City, they paid no more attention. Perhaps he had something important to do and needed to return to the Yun family.
Master Fu Kong treated this disciple of Xuan Kong Mountain, who was about to enter the Nascent Soul stage, with considerable leniency.

In fact, Elder Yun went straight to the Yun family and respectfully invited Chi Xiuzhen out of the secret room. After that, Elder Yun composed himself and returned to Mount Xuankong.

The round trip took only about fifteen minutes.

The area in front of the floating palace remained as quiet as ever.

Just then, a dragon's roar suddenly echoed from the sky.

A golden light flashed, and a golden dragon soared above the suspended mountain.

The nearly four-hundred-foot-long dragon's body stretched across the void, bringing an immense sense of oppression to everyone's minds.

The various clan leaders hadn't seen the Dragon God reveal its true form for a long time, and they were all deeply shaken. Even many of the clan leaders on the North Shore who had wholeheartedly supported the painter were filled with admiration.

This is, after all, the Dragon King who dwells in the Hengyang River!

Although they supported the artist, most of them still echoed the views of the founder of the Kongzi lineage.

This time, the Heavenly Gods are involved with the Great Lord of the Sea, and they don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse. They also don't want anything to happen to the Dragon King, otherwise how can the safety of the banks of the Hengyang River be ensured?

Above, the Dragon God shook his body.

Eighteen streams of light descended from the dragon scales, and the eighteen City Gods of the South Bank sat in turn on the cloud chairs.

Not one more, not one less!
Li Wushou glanced at Mu Tong beside him. She was alright; she wasn't missing any limbs or eyes.

During this period, due to the shady dealings between the painter and Yunxu Sanren of Haiyuan City, the Dragon King and his group of city gods were not under much pressure after swallowing up two cities.

Although Yunxu Sanren appeared and fought with the Dragon King several times, both of them only went so far as to stop short of engaging in combat.

The Dragon King, having already secured his benefits, didn't want to fight to the death, lest he create an opportunity for the painter Yan Qiubai.

Yunxu Sanren, on the other hand, was simply driven by ulterior motives.

The two hit it off immediately and fought quite a bit, but when they looked back, they only had superficial injuries.

Bad news: The Dragon King may have been framed.

Good news! Mu Tong has all of these City Gods in her possession.

Mu Tong felt a little embarrassed by Li Wushou's scrutiny. Sitting next to him, she felt a strange sense of tremor in her heart, as if the High Priest's aura had become increasingly profound.

Fortunately, the high priest only glanced at her for a moment before looking away, which calmed Mu Tong down a bit.

Li Wushou turned his head to look at the Dragon King in the sky.

After shaking off the City Gods, the other side began to retract its dragon form.

The dragon's body contraction was more difficult than Li Wushou had anticipated; the Dragon King seemed to be tempering his flesh and blood.

Li Wushou glanced at it several times and finally realized that the Dragon King was storing the refined incense in his body.

A moment later, the golden light subsided, and the Dragon King opened his mouth and spat out a huge dragon pearl that was ten feet in diameter.

The Dragon Balls writhe with flesh and blood, filled with various mangled limbs and disfigured features. Desperate faces wail and twist on the surface of the flesh.

These are the incense offerings that the Dragon King refined after swallowing the two cities.

It's so lifelike, it's terrifying!
The five elders, the seven protectors, and all the disciples of Suspended Mountain, including the heads of various families, rose and bowed to the Dragon God.
"Greetings, Dragon God!"

The Dragon God laughed heartily, quite pleased with himself. He was particularly satisfied with this trip to the Land of Calamity.

After unexpectedly swallowing up two cities, the painter either slaughtered Haiyuan City or wiped out everyone outside Haiyuan City; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to produce more incense than he had made.

He glanced at Li Wushou in mid-air and saw that the other man was calm and composed, so he knew that the trip to Evil Calamity Island must have been quite fruitful.

This put his mind at ease.

Seeing everyone bow their heads, it looked around and then retracted its dragon body, falling from mid-air.

He replied to the bowing crowd:

"Greetings, everyone. Please be seated!"

"Thank you, Dragon God!"

As everyone clasped their hands and took their seats, they realized that the City Gods on the north bank had already been sitting on their cloud chairs.

He suddenly looked up at the position of another candidate for the Heavenly God.

As expected, the painter Yan Qiubai quietly sat on the cloud chair, and behind him stood the girl in the lotus leaf dress.

(End of this chapter)