The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 92 Descending to the Mortal Realm

Before long, Song Yi arrived at an ancient pagoda.

This is the Xuandu Pagoda.

The tower has nine stories and is simple and unadorned throughout.

Upon entering, one finds a large collection of books on display.

Song Yi picked up a book at random and flipped through it, discovering that the books here were not purely cultivation techniques, but rather more like "Taoist scriptures".

The book contains the supreme Dao. Some people can comprehend the extremely powerful Taiqing Immortal Techniques from it, while others can read the profound methods of weapon refining. Each person's success depends on their fate and comprehension.

The Taiqing lineage places the greatest emphasis on comprehension.

The law is not easily transmitted, but the great way endures.

How much one can comprehend depends entirely on one's own opportunities and circumstances.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Yi had previously invested a lot in his comprehension, and in the past six months he had made great progress, gaining a preliminary understanding of the Dao of Taiqing.

Unfortunately, he lacked a primordial spirit, so even though he had grasped the essence of many Taiqing Immortal Techniques, he was unable to truly cultivate them.

At that moment, a distant bell tolled throughout the entire Great Crimson Heaven.

The sound of the bell was vast and resonant, as if it had come from the very beginning of time.

As the bell rang, the entire Great Crimson Heaven seemed to tremble slightly.

Song Yi felt a sudden jolt in his mind, and the many distracting thoughts in his mind instantly vanished. Even many of his original, obscure insights became clear.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, they heard several immortals who were reading books nearby suddenly stand up and shout with delight, "That's the sound of the Xuan Tian Bell from the Eight Views Palace! The Sage is about to emerge from seclusion to preach!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yi was overjoyed.

The timing of the sage Taiqing's sermons has never been fixed; sometimes it happens only once every three to five hundred years, and sometimes it may not happen for thousands of years.

My entry into the Great Crimson Heaven just happened to coincide with the Sage's emergence from seclusion; this was truly an immense stroke of luck.

At that moment, immortals from the Great Crimson Heaven gathered and rushed to the place where the Dharma was being preached.

A high platform appeared suspended in the sky, surrounded by auspicious clouds and countless streams of lucky energy.

After the bells rang three times, the world suddenly became extremely quiet.

Immediately afterwards, an old man dressed in a Yin-Yang Taoist robe and holding a Taiyi whisk appeared on the Nine Heavens Cloud Platform.

The old man had a simple and ancient face, and his eyes were as deep as the endless void. Every move he made was a manifestation of the workings of the heavens.

The sage took his seat and, without saying much, began to expound on the Primordial Chaos Supreme Dao.

In the next instant, golden lotuses appeared out of thin air, spreading outwards from the high platform in all directions, covering an area of ​​over a thousand acres.

The golden lotus was not a physical object, but a manifestation of the Heavenly Dao. Each lotus petal had innate Dao patterns flowing on it, radiating countless rays of light.

Between the opening and closing of the lotus flowers, faint celestial music lingers, seemingly there yet not there, like heavenly music descending from the heavens.

A gushing spring emerged from the ground, its clear water reflecting the sunlight and transforming into patches of colorful clouds.

Dragons and phoenixes soared in the clouds, cranes danced gracefully, and a misty purple aura wafted in from the east, enveloping the entire high platform.

Song Yi quietly retreated to the very back of the crowd and found an inconspicuous spot to sit cross-legged.

Because of the great distance, the profound meaning of the sage's words had become obscure and difficult to understand by the time they reached our ears.

He took out a few leaves from the Innate Enlightenment Tree from his pocket and put them in his mouth.

As the tea leaves unfurl upon contact with saliva, a refreshing coolness rushes straight to the mind, instantly bringing clarity and making many previously obscure and difficult points suddenly understandable.

When the sage spoke, his voice was neither hurried nor slow, neither loud nor soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of every listener, as if he were whispering right beside them.

Song Yi slowly closed his eyes, immersing himself in the wondrous sounds of the Great Dao, gradually forgetting everything around him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the sage finally finished his sermon.

Song Yi slowly opened his eyes, feeling his mind clear and his thoughts unobstructed.

Since the Investiture of the Gods, he has always cultivated in seclusion on his own, without the guidance of any famous teacher. Many ambiguous and obscure points can only be figured out by himself through hard work.

Today, I have the opportunity to personally hear the teachings of the sage, and the obstacles in my past spiritual practice have suddenly become clear. I have truly benefited immensely.

Looking around, the other immortals also seemed to have found a treasure, their faces beaming with joy.

Just as Song Yi was about to get up and go to find Ge Xianweng, he saw a long-browed sword immortal gracefully arrive.

The sword immortal performed a Taoist bow and spoke first, "I am the Long-Browed Taoist of Mount Shu. Qingwei came to report to me earlier about the battle between the Taoists and demons in the lower realm. I must thank the Star Lord for his righteous intervention!"

"The Heavenly Court was originally established by the leaders of the Taoist sect. Although I am not of Taoist origin, having been appointed a righteous god of the Heavenly Court by the two saints, I should naturally consider myself a protector of the Taoist sect and must not sit idly by while the demonic sect wreaks havoc on the human world!"

Song Yi dared not be negligent and quickly bowed and returned the greeting.

It should be noted that this Taoist with long eyebrows has an extremely distinguished background. He is a disciple of the Sage Taiqing and attained enlightenment as early as the time of Emperor Fuxi.

Before the Investiture of the Gods, even the Tongtian Sect Leader of the Jie Sect had praised the Taiqing Sword Dao of the Long-Browed Daoist in front of his disciples as exquisite and unparalleled.

Later, during the reign of Emperor Cheng Tang, the Long-Browed Taoist founded the sword cultivation lineage in the mortal realm, thus establishing the Shu Mountain Sect, which became renowned throughout the world.

The long-browed Taoist nodded slightly, then raised his hand and flipped it over, revealing a blue ancient sword in his palm.

This sword is about three feet long, its blade as smooth as autumn water, and faintly emits the sound of a dragon's roar.

"This sword is called the Azure Chain Sword. It was used by me in my past when I was subduing demons."

The Long-Browed Taoist said solemnly, "The next battle between the Dao and the Demon will be no small matter, with many variables involved, which even I cannot fully predict. I would like to trouble you, True Lord, to bring this sword to Qingwei to suppress the fortune of Mount Shu."

Song Yi accepted the green sword with both hands and said, "Rest assured, Daoist, I will personally deliver it."

The long-browed Taoist nodded, then drifted away.

After bidding farewell to the Long-Browed Taoist, Song Yi sought out the Immortal Ge.

The two boarded the celestial vessel again, broke through the chaos, and headed straight back to the Heavenly Court.

Upon returning to the Qingtianjian, Song Yi began searching for suitable celestial servants to take to the mortal realm.

When Song Yi descended to the mortal realm, he converted ten thousand mortal boys and girls to ascend to the heavens. Some of them were descendants of the righteous gods of the Heavenly Court, such as Lu Xiong, the Water Virtue Star Lord, and Yang Ren, the Grand Duke of Jupiter. The other part were mortals with innocent backgrounds and no connections.

After careful selection, Song Yi finally chose more than one hundred people.

These people are all of superior talent, and their cultivation levels are mostly between the Returning to Emptiness Realm and the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

If the number of people involved is too large, it may raise suspicions of abusing power for personal gain, and there is a risk of being caught red-handed.

Just then, Lu Ban from the Heavenly Crafts Bureau personally delivered the newly repaired Demon God Palace.

The magnificent palace had shrunk to the size of a palm and was now floating above the palm of your hand.

Among them, artificial hills are nestled among flowing streams, and pavilions and towers are scattered in a well-organized manner, with nothing missing, which shows the ingenuity of the craftsmen of Tiangongsi.

The interior has been renovated and transformed, exuding a simple and elegant yet grand atmosphere.

Although it cannot compare to the thirty-six palaces and seventy-two halls of the Heavenly Court in terms of scale, it exudes a unique charm of ancient wilderness.

Upon seeing this, Song Yi immediately cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Venerable Master."

"It's alright."

Lu Ban waved his hand and laughed, "I have benefited more from this opportunity to glimpse the construction techniques of the ancient demon race."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lu Ban took his leave.

Once everything was ready, Song Yi prepared to descend to the mortal realm.

This trip was not on official business, so it was inappropriate to borrow the carriage from the Imperial Stables. After all, returning it on the wrong date would be a serious offense.

So he sat upright on the rhinoceros back with the floral pattern, with Gouyue Niang and Song Yu serving on his left and right respectively, and more than a hundred celestial servants behind him holding banners, precious canopies, incense burners and other ceremonial implements.

The group rode on auspicious clouds, emerging from the South Heavenly Gate, and headed down to the mortal realm in a grand procession.