A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 278 So angry that he hit someone

"What you say is absolutely right, fellow Daoist."

Yuan Gong nodded, and with a flick of his sleeve, a series of bronze mirrors flew out from his sleeve and landed in Jin Congyun's hands.

"These image-creating mirrors are a complete set of magical artifacts that I crafted in my spare time. There are a thousand of them. As long as someone holds one of them, they can communicate with other holders as easily as if they were face to face, even if they are thousands of miles apart."

"Take these fifty pieces back with you, and distribute them to other sects you encounter along the way."

"The incantation for using this divine mirror is engraved on the back of the bronze mirror. It is very rudimentary. In fact, this kind of magical artifact was very common a hundred years ago, and there should still be many wandering immortals who remember the secrets of its use."

Guan Luoyang glanced at it, paused slightly, and said, "Could this magical artifact, specifically used for communication, be a unique treasure of Yuan Gongshan?"

Yuan Gong knew what he was thinking, and shook his head and sighed, "Magic artifacts like the Mirror of Shadows and the Conch Shell that transmits sound over a thousand miles are not difficult for any wandering immortal to refine. However, each sect has its own mountain gate formation to isolate it from external influences. Therefore, if a sect's communication artifact is sent into another sect's formation, it cannot be used."

"After all, there are many ways to use mirrors to transmit power and cast spells to harm others. If we allow other sects' communication tools to be used within our own formations, who can guarantee that our secrets won't be discovered and our foundation won't be shaken?"

"A hundred years ago, when the conflict between humans and demons was at its fiercest, these kinds of magical artifacts were very common. Each sect would send out a few disciples to be stationed outside the protective formations of the mountains, carrying these artifacts to facilitate communication. But later, I don't know when, this rule gradually disappeared."

"Thirty years ago, the Giant Spirit Cave also abandoned this rule, so even if the three of us need to communicate, we can only rely on sending messengers temporarily."

Guan Luoyang's eyelids twitched, and he felt a bit angry at his son's lack of ambition.

If they didn't have these abilities, that would be one thing. The humans of Jukuzhou clearly have no shortage of skills, yet they are so carefree and independent, without any sense of crisis.

Jin Congyun accepted the bronze mirror, thanked Guan Luoyang, and was about to leave when Guan Luoyang suddenly raised his hand.

"I'll lend you a hand."

A Azure Demon Pearl flew out, enveloped in deep azure energy. Powerful intent transformed into leaping lightning bolts that invaded, and Jin Congyun felt his internal magical power involuntarily begin to operate according to an unfamiliar method.

Guan Luoyang directly controlled Jin Congyun to complete the disintegration technique, and the demonic pearl seeped into his body from his forehead.

Jin Congyun felt a sudden lightness throughout his body, as if he had been under all kinds of invisible pressure since he was born, and was suddenly freed. He had never felt so relaxed and at ease.

He was both surprised and delighted. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, his vision blurred and he was enveloped in a blue light, like a silent shooting star.

The hills and strange trees surrounding Thousand Poison Island appeared as a blurry blur of light and shadow in his eyes, rapidly receding into the distance.

Time was precious, and they couldn't afford to waste any more time. Guan Luoyang and his companion immediately set off from Thousand Poison Island, with Yuan Gong leading the way, heading straight for the Abyss of Heavenly Books.

A golden light and a blue flame flew extremely high, soaring through the clouds while also looking down at the earth.

Not long after they flew, Guan Luoyang caught a glimpse of two ruins out of the corner of his eye.

"It's the Crimson Crow Sect and the True Fire Sect."

Yuan Gong glanced over there and could see that there were no surviving disciples at either of the two mountain gates. Apart from the dilapidated mountain gates, caves, palaces, and pavilions, there were only eighteen large graves stained with blood.

Even now, many wild animals still roam among those large graves, licking the blood-stained soil.

With a wave of his sleeve, Yuan Gong unleashed two beams of golden light that descended from the sky in a curve, enveloping the two ruins respectively.

As soon as the golden light shone on the beasts, black smoke billowed from their bodies, and they burst into flames. Under the pressure of the golden light, the eighteen graves slowly collapsed, and the blood-stained robes were buried deep in the ground.

Finally, the two golden rays contracted, gathering the earth and stones to form two tombstones. The surface of the tombstones was scorched with inscriptions, bearing the names of the two factions.

While he was doing these things, Guan Luoyang had already activated his Golden Eyes of Departing Fire, scanning and searching the surroundings from the two ruins.

The traces were scattered throughout the mountains and forests, and disappeared suddenly beyond a certain range, clearly indicating that the monsters had used some means to deliberately conceal their whereabouts.

Guan Luoyang said, "They're quite cunning and very cautious!"

"It seems that those demons are not planning to attack the Heavenly Book Abyss too soon. They probably want to wander around and gather as many capable demons as possible before launching an attack."

Yuan Gong's expression was solemn. "Blood-eating monsters that do not receive the true teachings are bound to be short-sighted and cruel. This old monster was exceptionally cunning back then. After being trapped for a hundred years, it was still able to control its temper, which is truly extraordinary."

Guan Luoyang frowned, following what Blue Scorpion and the others had said.

Feng Jun was a ruthless and patient man. In the early stages of his work, he was always cautious and discreet, making it impossible for people to see how much power he had accumulated. But when it came time to take the plunge, he acted swiftly and decisively, throwing everything into the frying pan without the slightest hesitation.

This old demon clearly has similar traits.

These kinds of people are capable of great things. If the Jukuzhou human race cannot be rectified as soon as possible, the situation may worsen.

The two exchanged a few words and continued on their way.

They traveled more than 400 miles away and found no trace of large numbers of monsters. Instead, they saw the settlement of a human Taoist sect.

This place is surrounded by green hills and clear waters, with beautiful scenery.

On the riverbank, two mountains of similar height face each other. Both mountains have ancient and dignified palaces and shrines, and people can be seen leaping and bounding between them, their lives full of activity.

On that great river, there was also an enormous multi-story ship moored. The ship was hundreds of feet long and its entire body was black, as if every eave and railing was carved from huge black stones.

The cabins exposed above the deck alone were built to seven stories high, with hundreds of doors and screens. The screens were like old paper, slightly yellowed, and were the second most striking color on this black ship.

Yuan Gong said, "It is the Boqin Three Saints Palace. Among the thirty-two sects that made a pact with us back then, the Boqin Palace is one of the most powerful sects, with three to five thousand disciples and no fewer than ten rogue immortals."

Guan Luoyang nodded slightly. He could see that there were no demonic auras within a hundred miles of the Three Saints Palace, which must have been wiped out long ago. The atmosphere was indeed very different from that of the Crimson Crow and True Fire factions.

"This Seven Laws Treasure Ship of the Three Saints Palace was painstakingly refined by three Earth Immortals. It is a renowned magic weapon among Earth Immortals, capable of holding all of their disciples and allowing them to move in and out of the same direction. When I invite them to go to the Abyss of the Heavenly Book together, they will be a great help."

Yuan Gong was somewhat delighted, and his whole body emitted golden light, dispersing the clouds and mist around him.

After a flash of intense light, two figures flew out from between the two palaces and the ship to meet them.

The three men were dressed similarly, appeared to be around the same age, had withered hair adorned with flowers, gray beards, and stood tall.

However, the three of them did not gather together. They kept their distance from each other and all looked straight ahead, not at the other two, but only at Yuan Gong and Guan Luoyang.

"Brother Yuan Gongdao, it's been a long time."

"After a century apart, Brother Yuan, what brings you to such a refined mood today?"

"Master Yuan, it's been a long time. May I ask who this fellow Daoist is?"

The three of them greeted each other separately, creating a chaotic mess.

Seeing their expressions, Yuan Gong's expression changed slightly, and he had a bad feeling, but he still put the important matter first: "Shuqi, Shule, Shuqiao, do you three know that the old demon on Thousand Poison Island has broken free!"

"He is now inciting demons to wreak havoc everywhere, with his target being the Abyss of the Heavenly Book. I am preparing to warn all factions to unite as one and make countermeasures as soon as possible."

The three old Taoist priests' expressions changed drastically, and they exclaimed, "Such a thing has happened?"

Uncle Qiao, who flew in from the black ship, said, "I just received a letter from Lord Ao of Jade Pool City, which vaguely mentioned a foreign Earth Immortal Water Demon. That wretched creature on Thousand Poison Island was about to make a move, but how did it escape so quickly?!"

The two old Taoist priests beside him immediately glared at him angrily.

"Uncle Qiao, since you received the letter, how come I knew nothing about it?"

"Fine, so you want to be fully prepared so we can make a fool of ourselves?"

Yuan Gong quickly said, "Fellow Daoists, please hold your argument. The three founders of the Three Saints Palace are all Earth Immortals. They have a friendship spanning over a thousand years. Although they perished a hundred years ago, they entrusted the three of you to jointly manage the Three Saints Palace. Now that turmoil is approaching, let's put aside our differences for the time being."

"The real task is to gather our disciples, bring along all sorts of protective and array-setting artifacts, and together urge the treasure ship to the Abyss of the Heavenly Book."

Uncle Qiao said with a sigh, "I will lead my disciples to launch the Seven Laws Treasure Ship and head to the Abyss of Heavenly Books."

Shu Le angrily said, "Wait! What do you mean? You've occupied this treasure ship for over a decade, and now you're planning to use it for your own purposes?"

Uncle Qiao cursed, "You old man, what shamelessness do you have to presume to judge me? Did I say you weren't allowed on the ship? Fine, since you say that, I really won't let you on."

Shu Qi snorted: "You two indulge your disciples and ruin the foundation of your fellow disciples. You are both equally shameless, yet you have the nerve to argue."

Uncle Le said, "It's clearly your eldest disciple who coveted your junior sister's beauty, composing erotic songs and dances, making veiled accusations, and teasing her first..."

The three became increasingly agitated as they argued, their magical power surging, and they formed hand seals, seemingly about to engage in a major fight.

Guan Luoyang was dumbfounded.

These three old guys are at least a hundred years old on average, and their strength is at the five-star level. They are by no means weak, and naturally they are not some kind of idiots.

But even after they had been clearly told that a crisis was approaching, they still started fighting.

Although I've long known that this inner light is merely a kind of unwavering perseverance, and has nothing to do with the level of wisdom, but...

Because they ascended to this world, they subconsciously overestimated the people here.

"hehe!"

Guan Luoyang laughed in exasperation, clapped his hands, raised his voice, and said, "Fellow Daoists, please calm down. Look, what is this?"

The three old Taoist priests were taken aback and turned around to look.

Guan Luoyang stretched out a fist, his curled fingers slowly opening. His skin was slightly yellow, his fingers were long and slender, and there were some thin, glistening calluses between his fingertips and the base of his thumb.

When the five fingers were fully spread, the three old Taoists could see clearly that there was nothing in the palm.

In that instant, Guan Luoyang flipped his hand and reached forward.

In the blink of an eye, time flies.

Everything before the three old Taoist priests was instantly replaced by darkness, and countless mysterious colors emanated from that deep, bottomless darkness.

The colorful light swirled wildly, distorting all the surrounding energy.

In their shock, the three shouted out in unison, their robes, hairpins, and jade pendants trembling as if about to unleash their power, and magical artifacts flying out from their sleeves.

But before they could unleash a single powerful spell, they were pulled together by a tremendous suction force and crashed into each other.

These three old Taoist priests were originally evenly matched in terms of magical power. This extremely violent collision was as if the three of them were deliberately fighting for their lives. They were immediately dizzy and extremely suffocated, completely unaware of where they were.

Immediately afterwards, an immense pressure pressed them back to back, as if the three of them were combined into one pillar.

Guan Luoyang made a grasping motion with one hand, suppressing the three old men, and turned to look at Yuan Gong: "Even the monsters know to unite, rescue the strong from their predicament, and gather followers everywhere. Now, every moment they pass, they grow stronger."

"Lord Yuan, are you really going to tolerate these people at this time?"

Yuan Gong, who was holding a ball of golden light in his hand and was about to rush to the rescue of Shu Qi and the other two in surprise, paused upon hearing this and sighed, "But there's no need to be so violent. Perhaps explaining the consequences..."

He himself didn't believe what he said next. These three old Taoists were already preparing to fight each other at this moment. Obviously, they had been harboring resentment for a long time and were almost obsessive. They could not be persuaded by words alone.

Guan Luoyang snorted: "It's better for me to beat them up than for them to fight each other and get killed, which would also implicate their own disciples and delay a matter of life and death for so many humans."

"Don't worry, their injuries are not serious. They will recover naturally after I send them to join the other sects. As for after the battle, if they come looking for revenge, I will..."

"How can this matter be put in such a difficult position by you alone, fellow Daoist!"

Once Yuan Gong made up his mind, his divine aura suddenly changed, and golden flames burned brightly as he unleashed three beams of light that enveloped the two palaces and the black ship.

He himself transformed into a beam of light and rushed directly into the interior of the black ship.

Guan Luoyang also landed.

In an instant, all the experts from the Three Saints Palace had been suppressed by them.

"That's right, that's exactly what we should do."

Standing on the black ship, Guan Luoyang discovered that even after taking in all the disciples of the Three Saints Palace, there was still plenty of space on the ship, and a thought suddenly struck him.

"Master Yuan, what other sects will we encounter along the way to the Abyss of the Heavenly Book?"

After a moment of contemplation, Yuan Gong turned to look at the gatekeepers of the Three Saints Palace.

Over the years, he has seen that the various factions have become increasingly wary of each other, while some arrangements to deal with external threats have gradually fallen into disuse. Despite a century of cultivation, the disciples' mental state is not as good as it was a hundred years ago, which has greatly troubled him. Unfortunately, due to etiquette, he has no reason to rectify the situation.

Although it was quite rude of me to start fighting today, it was definitely exhilarating.

Yuan Gong moved his fingers and couldn't help but laugh, "There are still six places... Fellow Daoist, you go to the cabin and take charge. I will stand at the bow. Yuan Gongshan is quite prestigious. With me outside, they will not be on guard."

(End of this chapter)