Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

After this battle, all the sects of the demonic path suffered heavy losses, and those who survived were all still filled with lingering fear.

Apart from a very few people who still harbor thoughts of revenge.

The vast majority of members of the Demonic Sect have made up their minds that they will never set foot on Qingyun Mountain again in this lifetime!

That bolt of lightning that stretched across the heavens and earth, and that figure of the Mysterious Immortal who resembled a god, had become an eternal nightmare in their hearts.

They were truly terrified of being killed!

On Qingyun Mountain, the noise gradually subsided.

Not long after, Master Puhong, along with the ashamed monks of Tianyin Temple, took their leave first.

Subsequently, other righteous figures from various factions also took their leave.

They needed to quickly relay the news of what had happened on Qingyun Mountain that day—a news that was enough to shake the entire land of China—back to their respective sects.

After the great battle, Tongtian Peak was in ruins. Repairs and reconstruction, compensation for the wounded and the dead, and inventory of the spoils were all underway.

There were countless issues to be addressed, all requiring Dao Xuan's intervention.

Despite being extremely busy, Dao Xuan felt an unprecedented sense of ease and joy.

Despite this calamity, the Qingyun Sect did not decline.

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Instead of eliminating internal threats, his prestige rose to a new level!

This made him feel that all his efforts and perseverance were worthwhile.

That night, the moonlight, like water, shone on the slightly dilapidated yet still majestic Tongtian Peak.

Dao Xuan Zhenren deliberately did not disturb Wan Jianyi's reunion with his old friends Tian Buyi, Zeng Shuchang, Shuiyue, and others.

He knew they had so much to say to each other.

He was alone, holding several magical artifacts with restrained brilliance and auras that were either fierce or ancient.

Those were the most important spoils of today's battle, including the demonic treasures retrieved from the places where the Poison God and Yu Yangzi had fallen.

They slowly walked towards the treasure trove that had been passed down for thousands of years by the Qingyun Sect.

"Greetings, Sect Leader!"

Outside the Qingyun Sect's treasure vault, four white-haired elders with profound auras bowed in unison, their voices booming.

As a key location of the Qingyun Sect, this place is heavily fortified with numerous restrictions and array formations.

Furthermore, four highly skilled elders guard the area day and night, making it impossible for even birds to enter.

Dao Xuan Zhenren nodded slightly, indicating that everyone should dispense with the formalities.

He had a lean face and gentle, peaceful eyes.

Dressed in a simple, off-white Taoist robe, he possessed not much of the imposing aura of a sect leader, but rather a dignified and graceful demeanor that captivated the heart.

Dao Xuan walked forward slowly, all by himself.

He pushed open the heavy stone door engraved with countless mysterious runes and disappeared inside.

The interior of the treasure vault was far more spacious than it appeared from the outside, with layers upon layers of dimly lit rooms.

Only the luminous pearls embedded in the wall emitted a soft glow.

Countless rare treasures and divine weapons were categorized and placed in different areas or hidden compartments.

A faint, ethereal light shines through, revealing a myriad of wonders.

Dao Xuan flicked his sleeves, and several magical treasures of different shapes, each exuding a powerful or ominous aura, appeared out of thin air.

His gaze swept across the area, first landing on a short stick shrouded in black mist.

"Soul-Devouring Staff, Myriad Poisons Returning to One Bag, Severing Lovesickness, Acacia Bell..."

Dao Xuan softly uttered their names.

These are all treasures seized from the demonic cult leaders during this great battle.

Any one of these items, if it ends up outside, could cause a bloodbath.

It caused countless cultivators to fight tooth and nail for it.

He didn't look at them for long; with a light tap of his finger, these treasures transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the third layer of space deepest in the treasure vault.

The restrictions there are the most powerful.

Then, he took out a strange flower that was full of spiritual energy but also carried a trace of sorrow, as well as an ancient mirror in which the two energies of yin and yang flowed continuously.

"The Heartbreak Flower, the Yin-Yang Mirror..."

Although these two are also rare magical treasures, they are ultimately inferior to the former.

Dao Xuan casually sent them to the second level of the treasure vault.

After properly settling the spoils, Dao Xuan did not linger in the treasure vault and moved slightly.

They have appeared at the edge of the Bishui Pool on Tongtian Peak.

The pool was deep and still.

The ancient mythical beast, the Water Qilin, was already waiting here. Its enormous body was like a small mountain, and its scales gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Upon seeing Dao Xuan, the water unicorn let out a low growl and lowered its massive head in a gesture of affection.

Then, it opened its huge mouth, and a chilling light burst forth.

A long sword hovered in mid-air.

The sword's blade is neither gold nor stone; its design is simple and unadorned.

Yet it exudes an extreme sharpness that can cut through everything and is unyielding; it is none other than the Immortal Slayer Sword.

It turns out that before the great battle, Dao Xuan had taken precautions just in case.

He did not place the Zhuxian Sword in the Illusion Moon Cave, but instead entrusted it to the Water Qilin who was in tune with his heart.

This is why the Water Kirin did not appear to help during the great battle.

Dao Xuan reached out, and the Zhuxian Sword seemed to have a spirit, humming softly as it fell into his palm.

The malevolent aura that could have changed the very fabric of the world instantly vanished.

He personally took up his sword, and his figure disappeared again, returning the creature to the Illusion Moon Cave.

After finishing all this, Dao Xuan returned to his quiet room and began to sort out the gains from this great battle.

It is not a material gain, but an understanding of the state of mind and the principles of Tao.

Having reached his Taiqing Realm, there are few opportunities left for him to unleash his full power on the vast land of Shenzhou.

This time, with almost all their strength mobilized and years of planning, the plan to severely damage the foundation of the Demonic Cult was successfully realized.

With the barriers in one's heart removed, one's Daoist heart becomes increasingly clear and transparent.

The details of the battles and strategies flowed through my mind.

This gave him a new understanding of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the control of his own magical power.

He clearly sensed that in the coming period, his cultivation speed would far exceed his usual speed, several times faster.

While the Qingyun Sect was busy digesting the results of the great battle, repairing the mountain gate, and rewarding the disciples.

A message came from Qingyun Mountain.

Like a thunderclap from the heavens, it exploded across the vast land of China, causing an unprecedented shock.

……

Mount Shu, the Demon-Locking Tower soars into the clouds, its sword energy reaching the heavens.

On a secluded sword platform, Dugu Yuyun, the current leader of the Shu Mountain Sect and a sword saint, and Daoist Qingwei stood facing each other.

Master Qingwei's expression was solemn, and he remained silent for a long time.

Dugu Yuyun frowned, but at this moment he was also unable to contain himself:

"Senior brother, is the news confirmed? Dao Xuan... has he really reached such a level?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes held undisguised horror.

Master Qingwei nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "It is absolutely certain."

The overwhelming aura that emanated from Qingyun Mountain that day was something that ordinary people in the Taiqing Realm could not possess.

According to ancient texts, that kind of aura... it probably already surpassed the threshold of the Yang God realm.

"Yang Shen..." Dugu Yuyun gently closed his eyes, chewing on these two heavy words.

Among the six major sects, the Shu Mountain sect has the longest history, and its secret manuals contain detailed records of the ancient cultivation realm classifications.

The Taiqing Realm corresponded to the Immortal Realm in ancient times.

The third realm of Taiqing, after returning to emptiness, is the realm of Earth Immortal.

The highest realm is that of celestial beings.

Once the Yang Spirit is achieved.