Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 110 Winged People, Dragons and Snakes, Five Elements and Five Virtues

Completely transformed, a winged being of the sun.

The summit of Zhongnan Mountain was bathed in golden light like a tide.

Its yellow and white wings slowly unfurled, their feathers layered upon each other, gleaming like gold, yet seemingly containing wisps of the sun's true fire.

He hovered in mid-air, his body shimmering with light.

A mountain breeze blew by, and the golden feathers trembled slightly, producing a fine sound like metal rubbing together.

From a distance, it no longer resembles an ordinary human, but rather a sun bird that has emerged from ancient mythology.

Yellow and white slowly fell from the sky.

With both feet planted on the rocks, golden light spread out from under their feet, and a faint scorch mark immediately appeared on the surface of the rocks.

He looked down at his hands.

The back of his hand was also covered with fine golden feathers, his five fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and there was a faint flow of golden fire at the fingertips.

Huang Bai flexed his fingers and couldn't help but whisper:

"Unfortunately, he hasn't completed the third Rejuvenation Pill."

The path of external alchemy is essentially a process of gradual ascension to immortality and transcendence.

The first two times the elixir was returned, both were stages in which the physical body was constantly being transformed into immortality.

Flesh, bones, skin, and hair will gradually detach from their mortal forms under the impetus of Danli.

However, cultivating immortality is not about turning yourself into a monster.

Metamorphosis is just a process, not the final result.

After the third elixir restoration, all the extraordinary phenomena of ascension will recede again.

Its feathers will transform into a protective magic weapon called the "Five-Colored Immortal Robe".

Only then will cultivators truly shed their strange appearances and become the mythical immortals in feathered robes.

When encountering enemies, the immortal robes protect the body, their five colors flowing and making them impervious to all magic.

Huang Bai, however, has only achieved the second Great Perfection of the Elixir.

It is currently in the stage where its entire body is covered in feathers.

However, his ascension to immortality was different from that of ordinary winged beings.

Due to the combined effects of Taiyi True Fire, Golden Sand Mica Longevity Pill, and the power of immortality medicine, his feathers have now transformed into Sun Golden Feathers containing the power of gold and fire.

Huang Bai slowly raised his hand and touched the feathers on his chest.

"At this point, you'd be practically invulnerable, right?"

Huang Bai thought to himself.

No matter how much a carbon-based physical body cultivates, it will ultimately have limitations.

Ordinary powerful bows and crossbows might be able to be blocked by magic.

If faced with guns and heavy firepower, ordinary flesh and blood may not be able to withstand prolonged bombardment.

Now that its body is covered in golden feathers from the sun, it is no longer afraid of bullets.

Even with artillery bombardment, as long as we don't directly confront those devastating weapons that destroy cities and villages, we can be much more at ease.

Although I didn't complete the third elixir-returning process during this seclusion, I still gained a great deal.

With a thought, Huang Bai cast an illusion around himself.

Golden feathers, wings, bird-faced crown, and sun-like pupils all disappeared.

The next moment, he transformed back into a normal Taoist priest.

Huang Bai looked up at the stars.

The sky is clear and blue, with stars arrayed in formation.

What appeared to be excellent weather was, in Huang Bai's eyes, a sky filled with dark clouds, and a sense of impending doom loomed large.

The five virtues surged endlessly, like two dragons and snakes coiled beyond the clouds, gradually approaching Zhongnan Mountain.

Huang Bai said softly:

"The imperial star sways and Mars hangs high; it seems this calamity has finally arrived."

……

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

The black wind swirled among the mountains and forests, sometimes condensing into the shape of armored ghost soldiers, and sometimes dispersing into wisps of dark mist.

Yellow papers flew out and transformed into strongmen upon landing.

These paper figures are about ten feet tall, expressionless, yet their movements are extremely swift.

The ghost soldiers and paper figures had a clear division of labor.

Some were felling trees, others were breaking rocks, and still others were moving earth.

Rumble!

A huge rock was lifted by paper figures and placed steadily on the base of the altar.

The ghostly soldiers blew out a cold wind, swirling the broken stones and dust aside.

The nine-zhang-high altar is being built bit by bit.

The altar has nine levels.

In the center of the altar, a space is reserved for the opening ceremony, where the seal of Yangping Zhidu Gong will be placed.

In the distance, a cavalry unit galloped along the mountain road.

Thousands of cavalrymen stopped at the foot of the mountain, their hooves pounding the ground with a sound like muffled thunder.

The leader was dressed in military uniform and exuded a powerful aura.

It was Liu Bang.

This is also Ying Zheng after he possessed Yi Xiaochuan's body.

He reined in his warhorse, looked at the nine-zhang-high altar under construction, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Even though he had already witnessed Huang Bai's methods, he still couldn't help but feel a jolt when he saw the paper soldiers moving mountains and transporting stones.

Liu Bang looked at one of his advisors.

"Zhang Liang, take a group of people and go help build the altar."

"The Immortal of Penglai will be offering sacrifices to the Heavenly Dao in a little while; we must not delay."

"yes!"

Zhang Liang dismounted.

He was slender and had an air of aristocratic refinement about him.

After the fall of Korea, he harbored a deep desire for revenge.

When he failed to assassinate Qin Shi Huang at Bolangsha, he knew that he could not kill Ying Zheng with just his courage and righteous indignation.

After the death of the King of Han, he went through several twists and turns before finally joining Liu Bang.

Because he saw in Liu Bang the hope of overthrowing the Qin Dynasty.

Zhang Liang could never have imagined that the Ying Zheng he hated was none other than Liu Bang standing before him.

He led a group of laborers to the foot of the mountain.

As soon as they approached the altar, they saw paper figures carrying giant logs, ghostly soldiers rolling up stones, and talismanic fire automatically circulating on the copper pillars.

The scene was both dreamlike and eerie.

It possesses both the aura of immortals and the solemnity of the underworld.

Zhang Liang paused, secretly shocked: "This true immortal from Penglai is indeed very capable."

Soon, he saw Huang Bai sitting cross-legged below the altar.

Zhang Liang was taken aback at first, then blurted out:

"Huang Shigong?"

"So you are the Immortal Elder of Penglai!"

Zhang Liang's face immediately lit up with surprise, and he quickly stepped forward to bow.

Huang Bai opened his eyes upon hearing this.

"Huang Shigong?"

Zhang Liang respectfully replied, "I was saved by the immortal on that day, and was also bestowed with a heavenly book by the immortal. Since I do not know the immortal's name, I refer to him as Huang Shigong."

"Over the years, Liang has never forgotten this memory, no matter how many times he has thought of it."

Huang Bai looked at Zhang Liang, pondered for a moment, and then understood the cause and effect.

So that's how it is. So I am the Huang Shigong of this world.

Huang Bai looked at Zhang Liang and smiled, "It seems you have a good grasp of the Heavenly Book."

Zhang Liang quickly replied:

"I dare not. If it weren't for the immortal's gift of this book, I would be nothing more than a remnant of a fallen kingdom, and I would probably have died in the chaos of war long ago."

Huang Bai didn't continue with pleasantries, but simply said:

"Do not get too close to the altar."

Just then, a clear shout came from not far away.

"Brother Immortal!"

Huang Bai looked in the direction of the sound.

A white horse galloped in.

The woman on horseback was sixteen years old, with beautiful features. She wore a long emerald green dress, a medicine pouch and a short sword at her waist, and a jade hairpin in her hair.

The mountain breeze lifted her skirt, making her look like a fairy descended from the forest.

She dismounted gracefully and arrived in front of Huang Bai in just a few steps.

It was Zheng Bao'er.

Huang Bai looked at her, a smile appearing in his eyes.

"So it's Bao'er."

"You've grown so much!"

The four-year-old girl who used to chase the Vermilion Bird all over the mountains with a bamboo dragonfly has grown into a young woman.

Zheng Bao'er looked at Huang Bai, her eyes slightly reddening, but she held back her tears.

"It's been so long since you left, my grandfather has been talking about you constantly."

Huang Bai asked, "How is Mr. Anqi?"

Zheng Bao'er nodded.

"Grandfather is doing well, but he's getting old and his legs aren't as nimble as they used to be, so let me go first this time."

Huang Bai smiled.

The group exchanged pleasantries for a few moments.

Huang Bai looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds loomed in the distance, and deep within the clouds, shimmering water could be faintly seen.

Huang Bai withdrew his gaze and said:

"You may all retreat now. Today's battle is no ordinary contest of magic."

"Stay away."

Upon hearing this, everyone dared not delay and withdrew.

……

heaven.

Water vapor rises and thunder roars.

Dark clouds rolled in, pressing down on the Zhongnan Mountains and plunging the sky into darkness.

Two figures stood atop the clouds.

A person with a dragon's head and a human body.

A person with a human head and a dragon's body.

It was Zou Yan and Zou Shi.

Below, hundreds of sorcerers rode horses at full speed.

They were dressed in black or red, with jade talismans and bronze bells hanging from their waists, and carrying wooden boxes and cinnabar pouches on their backs.

Everyone carried Fang Xiandao's cold aura.

Above the clouds, Zou Yan looked down at the nine-zhang-high altar below, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

"The shaman's altar, this Huang Bai, is indeed quite capable."

Zou Shi said coldly:

"It is said that this person has the appearance of a winged being and killed Xu Fu. If we can kill this person and then offer the dragon vein of Guanzhong as a sacrifice, the two of us should be able to open the gate to immortality and join the ranks of immortals."

To ascend to the ranks of immortals is the ultimate dream of any alchemist.

Of course, their so-called ascension to the ranks of immortals was not for the purpose of becoming servants to others.

Rather, it was for the purpose of achieving immortality.

The Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West is located in the Kunlun Mountains. The Kunlun Mountains have nine layers of fairyland, with the top layer called Xuanpu.

In the center of Xuanpu is Yaochi, with Danshui flowing in it.

By taking elixirs periodically, cultivators can prolong their lives and maintain immortality.

The fact that Lie Yukou, the founder of the Yin-Yang School, was ranked among the immortals gave the descendants of Fangxiandao great confidence.

If Lie Yukou could do it, they could certainly do it too.

This time, they will use their yellow and white blood to knock on the gates of immortality.

Zou Yan suddenly said:

"In the past, the battle between birds and beasts sparked a conflict between the bird officials and the alchemists of the Queen Mother of the West."

"Now, this fateful battle is being played out once again."

"Who will emerge victorious this time?"

Shao Hao and the Bird Official have long since disappeared into the annals of history.

The Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West also retreated to the mortal realm, no longer easily revealing itself to the human world.

In the eyes of the two Zous, the outcome was already predetermined.

Behind them lies the immortal path of the Queen Mother of the West, the cyclical nature of the Five Elements, and the changing of dynasties.

Even if an extraordinary being from beyond the heavens possesses the unusual appearance of a winged being, what can he do?

Time passes little by little.

The commotion at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain is getting bigger and bigger.

When the local people heard that Liu Bang was offering sacrifices to Heaven, they all rushed over to watch.

At first, they were just villagers from the neighborhood.

Later, it was the elders of Guanzhong, merchants, powerful families, wandering knights, and refugees.

More and more people.

By the end, hundreds of thousands of people had gathered outside the foot of the mountain.

They dared not get too close and could only gaze at the nine-zhang-tall altar from afar.

Meanwhile, the allied forces of the feudal lords subsequently entered Guanzhong.

Upon hearing that Liu Bang was offering sacrifices to Heaven at Zhongnan Mountain, Xiang Yu also led his men to this place.

At this moment, the foot of Zhongnan Mountain has become a gathering place for various forces, all of whom have been attracted by this sacrificial ceremony.

Xiang Yu stood at a distance, gazing at the nine-zhang-high platform, his brows furrowed.

"What exactly is Ogawa doing?"

Since parting ways with Yi Xiaochuan, the other party not only changed his name to Liu Bang, but also seemed to have completely changed into a different person.

Today, Liu Bang is calm and shrewd, and his actions are methodical and systematic, which even Xiang Yu sometimes cannot see through.

The two gradually evolved from brothers into a relationship that was both adversarial and friendly.

Xiang Yu didn't like this feeling.

However, it must be admitted that Liu Bang today is indeed more like a person who can contend for the world than Yi Xiaochuan was back then.

Soon, the problem surfaced.

On the nine-zhang-high altar, the seal of Yangping Zhidu Gong was placed.

Five-colored lamps were lit on all four sides of the altar.

The five colors of fire—blue, red, white, black, and yellow—intermingled and reflected each other, making the altar appear as a high platform connecting the yin and yang realms.

This is the ritual of the Five Lamps Altar in the Underworld.

The altar can amplify the power of spells, which is the key to Huang and Bai breaking the deadlock.

The reason he set up the altar so openly was to let Shuang Zou see it with his own eyes.

Let them think they have the upper hand.

Let them willingly step into this trap that has already been laid.

Dark clouds covered the sky.

The world suddenly darkened.

"roar!"

Suddenly, a dragon's roar came from the clouds.

Suddenly, a storm broke out.

A strong wind swept down with a curtain of rain, causing the French flag to flutter wildly.

Deep within the clouds, two strange figures faintly appeared.

They rode the wind and stood atop the dark clouds.

call!

Suddenly, countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals, transformed from water vapor, emerged from the dark clouds.

These shrimp soldiers and crab generals, clad in water armor and riding on dark clouds, bared their fangs and claws, their faces ferocious.

They rushed towards the altar from the clouds, like a ghostly army of humans emerging from the eye of the sea.

Below the altar.

Huang Bai raised his hand and scattered paper money everywhere.

The paper money danced in the wind and rain, and after landing, it transformed into white-clad soldiers and horses.

Paper soldiers lined up in formation, paper horses neighed.

Ghost soldiers emerged from the black wind.

In an instant, the paper soldiers and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals clashed together.

With the blessing of the altar, the paper soldiers became even more powerful.

The paper knives and guns in their hands gleamed with a faint golden light, capable of slicing through the demonic bodies formed from condensed water vapor.

Soon, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals were slaughtered and fell in disarray.

At the same time, the alchemists below also clashed with Liu Bang's army.

"Kill them all!"

Liu Bang drew his long sword and personally led his troops in a charge.

He was flanked by former Qin generals who were fearless in the face of death.

They knew who this "Liu Bang" was, so they killed him with exceptional ferocity.

On the battlefield, organization is of utmost importance.

As long as one's magical abilities have not exceeded a certain level, a sorcerer is not necessarily stronger than a seasoned soldier who has been through many battles.

Although the Taoist sorcerers knew some magic, once they were scattered by the army formation, they would still be torn apart by spears, crossbows, and iron cavalry.

Above the clouds.

Zou Yan raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing the situation below.

"what?"

"You've got some skills."

He looked somewhat surprised, then raised his hand and tossed down a jade tablet.

The jade tablet fell into the void, but instead of hitting the ground, it remained suspended above the altar.

The jade plaque is engraved with the Five Virtues pattern, with gold and jade inlaid around the edges, and the center features a diagram of the Five Elements' mutual generation and restraint.

The moment the jade tablet appeared, it connected the mountains and rivers, the sun, moon, and stars.

As soon as the formation was activated, five-colored mist covered the sky and the sun.

The energy of the Eastern Green Wood transformed into a dragon.

The fiery energy of the south transformed into the Vermilion Bird.

The Western white gold energy transformed into a fierce tiger.

The black water vapor of the north transformed into a black serpent.

The loess in the center condensed into a majestic mountain.

This is the Five Virtues Trapping Immortal Formation of the Yin-Yang School.

The five virtues can generate each other, but they can also counteract each other.

The dragon, the Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger, the Black Serpent, and the loess mountain all pressed down on the nine-zhang altar at the same time.

The two Zou stood on the clouds, simultaneously exhaling pure, spiritual energy.

The pure and ethereal energy fell into the jade tablet, making the Five Virtues Trapping Immortal Formation even more solid.

Under the cover of the great formation, everything can be killed.

Huang Bai suddenly stood up.

"Excellent magic!"

The next moment, he stopped concealing the strange phenomenon.

The golden body of the Sun Feathered Man manifested.

A dazzling golden light shot into the sky from the center of the altar.

Huang Bai wore a pure gold bird-faced crown, with golden hair hanging down, wings spread behind him, and his entire body covered in golden sun feathers.

The light of the golden fire pierced through the wind and rain.

Beneath the dark clouds, it seemed as if a small sun had suddenly appeared.

Zou Yan's expression changed drastically upon seeing this.

"The official in charge of Xihe?"

He stared intently at the strange, yellow-white winged figure, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The rank of this feathered person far exceeded Shuang Zou's expectations.

The Sun Feathered Man is almost an incarnation of the Golden Crow in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

In the Chu Ci, he is the charioteer who drives the sun chariot.

He also took charge of the celestial calendar during the Shaohao era.

Such winged beings should never appear in the human world again.

Is there really a lineage of the Sun Feathered People in this world?

Shuang Zou never expected that Huang Bai's current cultivation level was not inherited from this world.

Rather, it is the result of traversing multiple worlds and integrating various Taoist methods.

After the initial shock, Zou Yan quickly regained his composure.

"Not worth mentioning."

"Those who follow the will of Heaven will live; those who defy it will perish."

"We possess the power to control the world, enough to trap all the sorcerers under heaven."

The four beasts and the mountain pressed down simultaneously.

Huang Bai looked up, lightning gathering in his palm.

Five bolts of divine lightning, each three feet long, shot out from his hand.

This is the Five Thunder Orthodox Method.

With the blessing of the altar, the three-foot-long thunderbolt instantly grew to three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Lightning illuminated the sky and earth, and the deafening roar made the people at the foot of the mountain cover their ears.

This is not over yet.

With a flap of its yellow and white wings, it soared into the sky.

Purple energy swirled in his eyes as he used the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique.

In his eyes, the Five Virtues Trapping Immortal Formation was no longer just about four beasts and one mountain, but about veins of energy, key points of the formation, and layers of mutual generation and restraint.

Soon, Huang Bai discovered the weakness of the formation.

He raised his hand, drew his sword, and slashed out.

This is Liu Bowen's Dragon-Slaying Technique.

Turn over altars and cut down temples, and ghosts and gods will change things.

The dragon vein can be severed.

Even immortals and gods can be slain.

The sword light flashed across the sky, slashing towards the point where the five elements of energy converged.

Feathered people are opposite to dragons and snakes; Five Thunders are opposite to Five Virtues.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, the two sides engaged in a battle of wits that transcended eras and was earth-shattering.

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