A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 283 The First of the Five Auspicious Symbols, the Sweet Flag Flower Tree

Boom...

Just as the dark, demonic clouds collided with the array's spiritual light, a series of thunderous booms suddenly echoed from the mountains to the south.

The tidal wave of monsters originally came from the south, and the southern mountains that made the strange noises have been trampled and covered by countless monsters.

At that moment, as soon as the thunderous sound was uttered, beams of light shot into the sky from beneath the feet of those monsters.

The brilliant golden flames, like pillars, suddenly split apart, like many chopsticks that had been gathered together suddenly falling in all directions.

Where the firelight struck, some low-level demons turned to ashes without a sound, leaving behind long, charred furrows.

Some of the more powerful monsters dodged in time, but being burned by the fire only fueled their ferocity, causing them to lunge forward with even greater force.

However, in some places on the rocky ground in front of them, the mud would suddenly turn into a swamp, creating whirlpools that would swallow the monsters. Before the monsters could break free, the mud would quickly dry up, solidify, and turn back into rock as hard as refined iron, suffocating the monsters inside.

The wolf demons moved nimbly, and after falling into the swamp, they leaped upwards with all their might. As a result, their upper bodies emerged from the ground, but their lower bodies were firmly blocked.

Just as the wolves were howling, several lines of fire flew from the array of the human sect and instantly killed them.

Huang Bai Sanren held a silver-white lotus flower in his hand, which was the treasure of Qianren Valley.

He chanted an incantation to activate it, and the lotus flower floated in his palm, its petals slowly opening and closing.

Beyond the array's spiritual light, three hundred and sixty silver scimitars, each ten feet long, burst forth from the ground. The scimitars, like lotus flowers, joined and separated, instantly slaying dozens of the largest and most ferocious demons in the surrounding area.

Shuqi, Shuqiao, and Shule, these three old Taoist priests, each led their disciples in playing musical instruments.

The melodies of three instruments—a boat-shaped zither, bronze chimes, and a jade flute—echoed from the earth, creating a powerful resonance in the mountains occupied by monsters.

As the music played, a huge wave suddenly rolled down the originally dry hillside, scattering many monsters.

The giant wave vanished into thin air, and a quiet bamboo forest appeared. The bamboo leaves rustled, and the monsters trapped in the forest unknowingly became stiff, their bodies turned ice-cold, and they collapsed.

Since Guan Luoyang and his group had gone to great lengths to lure the monsters into attacking along this route today, they must have made many preparations.

The magical traps and formations in the mountains to the south are far more densely packed than those in the other three directions.

Even so, when those monsters charged forward recklessly, the frontline defenses of the human sects were still pushed back somewhat.

A strange, crow-like monster flew past, and some monsters that were already severely injured and unable to move suddenly began to unleash their remaining demonic power, dragging their broken bodies.

They took flight together, following the monster that resembled both a human and a black crow, and charged towards the human ranks.

As soon as these lesser demons flew among the human cultivators, they were immediately utterly destroyed by various spells and supernatural powers, including talismanic lightning balls, ice wind stone spikes, and flashing swords.

However, after they died, their flesh and bones turned into black liquid in an instant, as if they were still alive. They were manipulated by the black crow monster and cut through the ground like thin flying swords.

Several young-looking cultivators were caught off guard and were slashed by the black water flying swords. In the blink of an eye, their faces lost their color, they looked haggard, and white hair grew on their heads.

Even if the injury from these flying swords is not deep, one feels as if a significant portion of the blood in one's body has been lost out of thin air, and one's magical power is swallowed up by some strange incantation along with the blood.

Clang! ...

Thirty-six scimitars with full curves spun and rolled, attempting to form a hollow, ten-zhang-long sphere of blades to trap the black crow monster within.

Unexpectedly, the monster retracted its Black Water Flying Sword and formed a pair of huge wings on its back. It flew with incredible speed, escaping through the gaps in the blade's light in a single leap. It then made a turn in the high sky and swooped down again.

"What kind of evil magic is this?"

Huang Bai Sanren prided himself on his extensive knowledge, but he had never seen such a water-transforming demon spell before, especially that black crow demon at the Loose Immortal realm, which gave him a vague sense of familiarity.

"Why are there still some traces left behind as this demon advances and retreats? It seems to be a supernatural power of the Crimson Crow Sect?"

He dared not be careless. He tossed the lotus flower in his hand, spun around, and seemed to disappear into the small lotus flower.

The silver lotus floating in the small space suddenly gained momentum and flew into the sky. Around it, thousands of huge silver lotus phantoms split up, flying and swirling, fighting against the black crow monster.

In that short time, numerous monsters at the Loose Immortal level and Loose Immortals from human sects took to the air and began to fight fiercely in the sky.

Among those wandering immortals and demons, there were about twenty of them, including birds, beasts, flying fish, monkeys, vines, and trees. Their appearances were completely different, and their auras were mysterious. However, when they made a move, there was always a lot of putrid poison and water vapor. It seemed that they all had skills and had become disciples of the same school.

In addition, there were more than a dozen scattered immortal demons. When they fought, they were fierce and domineering, with a lot of evil energy. Each of them had their own divine will, which was more like the style of demons in the impression of human sects.

However, among these fierce monsters, there are two that are not to be trifled with. One looks like a monkey, while the other moves like the wind, its body covered in yellow sand, making it impossible to discern its true form. The supernatural powers it displays are all extremely profound cultivation levels within the realm of Loose Immortals.

"Over the years, we only knew that the demons were weak, but we never imagined that when all the demons from an entire continent gathered together, there would still be so many ferocious ones?!"

People like Shuqi, Shuqiao, and Shule, who have been fighting for so long, only now realize how frightening it is.

Originally, they were captured by Guan Luoyang and Yuan Gong and their men, and thrown here. They had no choice but to accept the arrangement, but they were still full of resentment.

Now, however, he only regrets that he didn't know what was good for him back then, and is glad that he was able to gather here with many human sects early on.

Otherwise, relying solely on their own mountain gate, they would be powerless to fight alone. If these monsters swept over them in one fell swoop, they would probably be reduced to nothing, let alone be able to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

With a thousand thoughts swirling in their minds, the three of them, disregarding the grudges from their past, unconsciously led their disciples to harmonize their melodies and play a grand and mysterious melody together.

Fortunately, many sects of the human race had gathered here, and they had all brought their magical artifacts for setting up formations at their mountain gates. At this moment, they were both shocked and coordinated their efforts to fight bravely.

When the carnage reached its peak, the monsters' momentum was finally brought under control.

At that moment, two beams of light flew in from the sky.

"The Thousand-Year Foxfire, the Six-Sided Heavenly Movement Divine Technique! Back then, the Giant Spirit Cave mobilized various sects and used all sorts of magic to search for it. They thought they had wiped out the direct descendant of that fox clan celestial immortal. They never expected that they would see this celestial immortal's direct descendant's technique again a hundred years later."

Golden light shot into the sky, spiraling down from the highest point. Layers of light swords burst forth from those spiral trajectories, unleashing their full magical power.

If the numerous sword lights missed their target, they could still turn in mid-air, forming a net to relentlessly pursue the white fox-like figure.

However, Yuan Gong was a man of profound cultivation, and even during this struggle, he remained clear-headed.

"The Six-Sided Heavenly Movement Divine Technique, within the Earth Immortal realm, allows one to cultivate six wondrous divine abilities, which are metaphors for the six desires and six calamities in the hearts of intelligent beings."

"Even if you use this technique as your foundation, it will still take a hundred years of accumulation to learn all six supernatural abilities after you reach the Earth Immortal realm. I wonder what other supernatural abilities you have mastered besides the Thousand-Year Foxfire?"

The chaotic golden sword light, like long ribbons, flew far away, chasing and entwining, constantly converging and slashing.

Xinluo flew around dodging, occasionally brushing past the encircling golden sword lights, making the situation increasingly dangerous.

"Yuan Gongshan is also a direct descendant of a Celestial Immortal, and you became an Earth Immortal a hundred years earlier than me, but so what? With just this thousand-year-old foxfire, you can't stop me from going?"

When the sword lights had almost intertwined into a huge bundle of swords, she blew out an ethereal fireball.

The red and white colors, wrapped around the hollow spherical radiance, suddenly exploded, shattering the numerous sword lights.

Xinluo let out a mocking laugh, her pretty face displaying an arrogant expression.

In the blink of an eye!

Amidst the dazzling golden light, Yuan Gong reached out and extinguished the remaining foxfire.

"It seems you've indeed only mastered this one divine ability!"

With his sleeves billowing and his fingers moving unpredictably, Yuan Gong activated his magic, suddenly forming a sword-like finger and thrusting it towards the sky.

The layers of dark clouds in the sky, formed by the dense demonic energy, were pierced in one fell swoop.

Above the nine layers of clouds, a single, incomparably dazzling radiance burst forth, expanding into a circle.

Even without dark clouds, it should be dusk or sunset, but the golden sun high in the sky makes one feel as if they are in the midday sun of spring, a time of bright sunshine.

The entire battlefield south of the Abyss of Heaven was stirred by the radiance of the golden sun. The bloodthirsty aura, the fierce and malevolent energy, all melted away under the golden sunlight, showing a tendency to dissipate and disappear.

"The first of the eight scenic spots is the sun at its zenith."

The golden sunlight reflected in Xinluo's eyes, and her heart trembled.

When the sun reaches its zenith, all evil vanishes, and a thousand wicked things have nowhere to hide.

Having survived the great war a century ago, the white fox once lived a carefree and noble life. But overnight, the world changed drastically, and it was forced to hide and flee far away.

With a century of accumulated hatred, Xinluo has never forgotten the heavy responsibility of revenge on his shoulders.

But after the golden sun came into view, her hatred became less intense and her arrogance seemed to lose its edge.

She knew she should go all out and attack the Abyss of Heavenly Books, but she felt lazy and lost, unable to muster the energy, and even the flow of her Earth Immortal magic power became a bit sluggish.

"How hateful! Yuan Gongshan, who has always been cowardly and timid, was the weakest of the celestial beings when their celestial being was still alive. This generation's successor is even more mediocre and unknown... How could it be that..."

"Damn it, I..."

Legend has it that there once existed a monster called Chaos, which was self-contained, utterly chaotic, without birth or death.

Later, someone carved seven orifices into him, and as soon as the seven orifices were opened, Chaos died instantly.

For some reason, Xinluo was reminded of this ancient story.

Under the golden sunlight, she seemed to have a sense of empathy with chaos.

Her senses seemed to be being reshaped by the golden sunlight, and the moment they were completely pierced open would be the moment her consciousness dissipated and ceased to exist.

Just then, two arms emerged from the bracelet on Xinluo's snow-white right wrist.

The two arms, one gray and the other bright red, had initially maintained a human form. However, as soon as the bracelet was extended and illuminated by the golden light, they instantly emitted wisps of green smoke and, amidst screams, returned to their original forms—the paws belonging to two foxes.

Two foxes at the level of Loose Immortals, how could they possibly withstand Yuan Gong's all-out attack?

But those two fox paws delivered the same thing together.

It was a strange hand, with five fingers, black fingernails, and thick knuckles.

However, the skin on the palm was completely black, while the back of the hand had many fine white hairs, suggesting it was the hand of some kind of ape monster.

The strange hand was severed at the wrist, and from the wound near the wrist, a clump of lush green cattails grew.

To an outsider, the wound is completely invisible; all that can be seen is a sea of ​​green, with hundreds of cattail leaves swaying gently.

The length of the cattail leaf is slightly longer than the entire strange palm.

The calamus stood in the air, and when it was illuminated by the golden light, it swayed as if stimulated.

click!

A streak of emerald green sword light, stretching from the sky to the earth, slashed through.

The clouds in the sky were completely cleaved apart, and the golden, round sun in the center of the heavens was also split in two.

Yuan Gong's face paled, but he looked relieved.

"The first of the Five Auspicious Herbs, the Calamus, has reversed the poison. Sure enough, you still carry the source of the Celestial Corpse Poison with you!"

There is a saying in the human world about the "Five Auspicious Plants of the Heavenly Season," which refers to calamus, mugwort, garlic cloves, pomegranate flowers, and dragon boat flowers.

The climate of the ten continents of the East China Sea is peaceful and the five auspicious signs of the heavens are merely regarded as customs and interesting stories. When the season comes, every household will look for some calamus and mugwort, but they will not investigate the root cause and know what effects these things have.

However, on those vast continents of Jambudvipa and Uttarakuru, the origin of the Five Auspicious Symbols of the Heavens is related to an ancient history.

In ancient times, Taihao Fuxi felt that the seasons on earth were chaotic and that living beings were suffering. So he drew the trigrams and evolved them into Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams, which divided the year into four seasons and twelve months.

But everything has its advantages and disadvantages. These twelve months, following the laws of nature, bring both auspiciousness and peace, as well as fierceness and danger. May is the "evil month".

Around May each year, pathogenic factors manifest and spread throughout the world, dampness and heat spread, and epidemics gradually arise. Countless evil spirits take the opportunity to breed and wreak havoc on the region.

Emperor Yan Shennong, wielding a red whip, tasted hundreds of herbs to distinguish their medicinal properties, and finally found five herbs that were most effective in dispelling dampness and evil. He then divided them and planted them throughout the world, which evolved into five major categories, including calamus and mugwort.

In the present-day Jambudvipa, during the reign of Emperor Yao, the practice of searching for calamus and mugwort to guard the gates and courtyards in May has become an indispensable part of the scenery for hundreds of millions of people.

Sweet flag is hailed as the foremost of the five auspicious plants. Its leaves are naturally sword-shaped, and many cultivators will specifically seek out and cultivate some spiritual sweet flag for refining artifacts and medicines, making it widely used.

However, the calamus leaves on the strange palm that Xinluo threw out today, which should have been the first of the Five Auspicious Symbols, had been transformed from the resentment of the corpses of the demon celestial beings into the most malevolent and ruthless creatures, having absorbed the resentment of the demon celestial beings.

The blazing, emerald-green, highly poisonous sword energy shattered the secret chapter of the Golden Light Divine Incantation in an instant.

But the strange calamus did not have a second chance to be shaken.

Yuan Gong had been on guard for this moment. If the Heavenly Immortal Corpse Poison had really been used up, then so be it.

If he still has a backup plan, then he is the only one in the entire Juku Continent who has the responsibility and the confidence to suppress it again.

"Eight scenic spots, resurrected!"

A large tree flew out from Yuan Gong's sleeve.

The leaves are like maple leaves, and thousands of purple buds, ready to bloom, adorn the landscape.

Although this Resurrection Flower Tree was not a magic weapon crafted by a celestial being, it was planted and watered by the celestial being from Yuan Gong Mountain.

The tree roots coiled in the air like a cage, enveloping and suppressing the three foxes and the strange hand.

The cage sank deep into the ground, causing the earth to shake and the branches of the flowering trees to sway.

Yuan Gong landed under the tree, leaned against the trunk, and poured all his magical power into the flowering tree.

"It's no use!"

Xinluo regained consciousness and, within the cage, grasped the Celestial Corpse Palm, shaking the calamus. "Lord Yuan! Although your magic power surpasses mine, how can your tree compare to the Celestial Corpse Calamus? You cannot suppress us for long; instead, you will damage your own foundation. When Father... the Tiger King arrives, you will likely be powerless to resist!"

Yuan Gong chuckled lightly: "This source of corpse poison is dwindling with every use. It was originally intended for you to use in conjunction with the demons to decipher the Abyss of Heavenly Books, wasn't it?"

The sword energy swaying within the cage paused slightly, then swung even more violently.

Despite the severe depletion of his magical power, Yuan Gong merely smiled and said, "Let's see who comes then!"

(End of this chapter)