Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 93 Merit Perfection, Yellow Heaven Emperor

There are always people who better than you.

boom!

The water in Tianchi Lake exploded.

A multicolored dragon burst out of the water, stirring up a sky full of waves.

At this moment, it was no longer as composed as it had been when it hid at the bottom of the lake.

The original black and gray scales were burned off in large pieces by the lightning and fire, the flesh rolled up, and black blood dripped continuously down the dragon's body.

A charred crack has appeared on the single horn on its forehead.

Even more terrifying is that its connection with the Changbai Mountain ley lines has been severed by Huang Bai using Liu Bowen's Dragon-Slaying Technique.

In the past, after it was injured, it could recover by drawing energy from the mountains.

As long as the dragon vein of Changbai Mountain remains intact, it will be virtually immortal.

Now that the road is blocked, it can only rely on its demonic body to endure the pain.

"roar!!"

The dragon roared to the sky.

A burst of extremely cold air spewed from its mouth, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

On the lake's surface, water vapor condensed into frost.

Countless ice spikes materialized out of thin air, densely packed like thousands of arrows, sweeping towards the yellow and white area.

"Uncle Nine!"

"Chizuru!"

Huang Bai hung high in the air and shouted sharply.

Uncle Nine, Qianhe, and Simu immediately understood.

On the three altars, golden light suddenly shone brightly.

The Bagua formation in the sky suddenly pressed down, and the golden light of the Bagua that originally covered the clouds instantly transformed into a huge net, covering the dragon from above.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Bagua net tightly bound the dragon's body.

Golden patterns were embedded between the scales, producing a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

The ice spikes that the dragon had just spat out struck the net and shattered, turning into a shower of ice shards.

"Aaaaaah!"

"kill!"

"I will kill you all!"

The dragon, in pain, struggled frantically.

Its massive dragon body tumbled and twisted in mid-air, its tail sweeping across the snowfield and stirring up large swaths of ice and snow.

The fierce dragon's might swept across all directions.

In an instant, birds flew in all directions and beasts fled in terror.

Li Chengliang's warhorses were the first to give in, neighing and rearing up, almost throwing off their masters.

"Stop the horse!"

"Hide! Everyone hide!"

Li Chengliang lay sprawled on the snow, clinging to a protruding patch of frozen earth to barely avoid being blown away by the fierce wind.

He shouted as he inwardly groaned.

It's like gods fighting, and mortals suffer.

If he had known that the dragon was so terrifying, he should have retreated his army even further.

The dragon struggled to break free from the Bagua net.

After losing the blessing of the earth veins, although it is still a demonic creature formed from the resentment of the dragon veins, it no longer has the foundation of immortality.

How could they easily break free from the Bagua Formation activated by the blood and sweat of three Maoshan masters?

Uncle Nine pressed down on the altar tightly, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Yellow and white soar high into the sky.

Lightning flashed within his golden eyes.

He raised his hand and the Five Elements Array Plate unfolded behind him, instantly boosting the power of the fire element to its maximum.

boom!

The first bolt of fire and lightning struck.

boom!

The second bolt of fire followed immediately.

boom!

The third bolt of fire and lightning cleaved the sky.

Three crimson bolts of lightning pierced through the magic net in succession, striking the dragon's body fiercely.

"No!"

The dragon let out a roar of resentment.

Thunder and fire exploded on its body.

Scales, tendons, flesh, and blood were burned into charcoal layer by layer, and then peeled off layer by layer.

It struggled desperately, trying to return to the Heavenly Pool, to reconnect with the dragon vein, and to wait another hundred years, until chaos reigned in the human world, until the day the black dragon seized the mandate of heaven.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"I am the Black Dragon of Destiny! How could I die here!"

The dragon let out its final roar.

The next moment, lightning and fire completely pierced through the dragon's body.

The enormous dragon's body froze in mid-air, then crumbled inch by inch, leaving only a pitch-black inner core that fell from the ashes.

Huang Bai raised his hand and scooped up the inner elixir, which fell into his palm.

It feels icy cold to the touch and is unusually heavy.

Within the pill, the faint phantom of a black dragon could be seen rolling, seemingly still harboring a last trace of resentment.

the other side.

Uncle Nine, Four Eyes, and Thousand Crane were also nearing the end of their lives.

The three men were deathly pale, their faces ashen.

Her figure became visibly thinner.

Maintaining such a massive Bagua formation is extremely taxing for them.

In their original world, if they had put in this much effort, their lifespan would probably have already come to an end.

Huang Bai put away his inner elixir and landed on the altar.

He bowed to the three people in turn with clasped hands.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoists."

Si Mu waved his hand, his voice weak, but he remained defiant:

"It's alright, it's alright. This scene is quite enjoyable. I've never fought such a large monster in my entire life."

Chizuru, supporting the altar, earnestly said:

"It is my duty; I owe Fellow Daoist Huang a great debt of gratitude."

If it weren't for Huang Bai, he would have already died at the hands of the royal zombies.

There would not be the great path we have today, where people are half-human and half-zombie, cultivating the Tao with their corpses.

Uncle Nine wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled instead.

"You can call me more often for things like this in the future."

Huang Bai glanced at him with some surprise.

Uncle Nine's eyes were bright.

He saw an opportunity for cultivation in this battle of magic.

Seeking assistance from other areas without harming the original entity.

This is equivalent to having an extra body of immortality, allowing one to comprehend dangerous spells and supernatural powers that one would never dare to attempt in normal times.

If he has another chance, he will definitely try out more of his most treasured secret techniques.

The voice just fell.

Golden light emanated from the three of them.

Si Mu wanted to say something more, but his figure gradually faded away.

The next moment, the three Maoshan Taoist priests disappeared simultaneously.

The snowfield returned to silence.

Only the embers of the altar remained lit, and the dark clouds in the sky were slowly dissipating.

"They're really hard to kill."

Huang Bai rubbed the cool inner core in his palm, thinking to himself.

To kill the dragon, he invited three highly skilled Taoist priests and set up four altars in advance, taking advantage of the right time, place, and people to finally slay it.

If it were a one-on-one fight, even ten of them might not be able to defeat this black dragon.

However, that's just how magical battles are. They're never simply about who has the stronger magic.

Favorable timing, advantageous location, and careful planning are all indispensable.

Given the right conditions, even gods can suffer.

Looking at the inner core in his hand, Huang Bai suddenly had a new idea.

"How about feeding it to the Angry Sun Chicken?"

As his cultivation level increased, the Angry Rooster gradually fell behind.

Going further down the line, it will probably only be used as a blood pack for drawing talismans.

If we can use this black dragon's inner core to undergo a transformation, there might still be a sliver of a chance.

Huang Bai flipped his palm and took out the Angry Rooster statue.

The moment the statue appeared, it transformed into the true form of the Angry Rooster.

"Giggle giggle!"

The Angry Sun Chicken stood on the snow, shook its feathers, raised its head, and looked proud.

Huang Bai handed over the Black Dragon's Inner Core.

"Quick, eat it."

The Angry Rooster looked at Huang Bai with a puzzled expression.

It lowered its head and smelled the inner core.

Soon, it sensed the immense blood and energy and dragon vein essence contained deep within the inner core.

The Angry Rooster's eyes lit up, and it instantly became excited.

It opened its mouth and swallowed the black dragon's inner core whole.

However, the Angry Sun Chicken did not immediately transform after swallowing the inner core.

A flash of light appeared on its body, and it instantly returned to its statue-like form.

No matter how Huang and Bai tried to sense it, there was no further movement.

"It may take some time to digest."

Huang Bai put the statue back into the Muchen Pearl, thinking to himself.

Just then, Li Chengliang and the others surrounded them.

This famous general from Liaodong was covered in snow, his helmet askew, but his face was full of flattery.

He approached Huang Bai and solemnly clasped his hands in greeting.

"Congratulations to the immortal for slaying the demonic dragon!"

Li Chengliang was deeply shocked.

He was originally a military general on the battlefield, and always believed that the army under his command was the true path to victory.

Even though he had seen Huang Bai's supernatural powers before, he vaguely felt that no matter how powerful the gods were, they might not be able to stop thousands of troops.

Having witnessed Huang Bai summoning lightning to slay the dragon today, he finally understood that his small force was utterly insignificant in the face of true supernatural power.

In the past, he had also harbored the idea of ​​harboring bandits to enhance his own prestige.

If Liaodong is completely pacified, his importance as the Liaodong General will also decrease.

In retrospect, it's best to abandon that idea immediately.

Huang Bai glanced at Li Chengliang and said:

"Go back, the great threat to Liaodong has been quelled."

"Go back and petition the court to relocate the surplus population here and completely assimilate this place."

"This subordinate obeys!"

This is the end.

The hundredth dragon vein in the world is thus severed.

The two tasks of the Heavenly Decree were thus completed.

Its yellow and white form gradually faded.

A familiar pulling force emanated from the darkness.

However, the next moment, he took out an incense stick.

【Lingering Incense】: Lighting incense allows one to remain in this realm for ten days.

There may still be clues remaining in this world.

Huang Bai planned to stay for a few more days.

Smoke rose.

The pulling force that was about to leave subsided for the time being.

……

Uncle Zombie World.

Xiangxi Yizhuang (a type of charitable institution).

The monk Ikkyu was standing in the courtyard, staring blankly at the spot where the four eyes had disappeared.

suddenly.

Wow!

A flash of golden light.

Four eyes appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

The monk Ikkyu was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of surprise.

"what?"

"Didn't you ascend to heaven?"

"Why are you back again?"

Si Mu patted his Taoist robe and said casually:

"The Jade Emperor's celestial official positions are full."

"Tell me to come back and wait."

After a moment of silence, the monk Ikkyu said seriously, "Nonsense."

Si Mu immediately jumped up and cursed, "You old bald donkey, what do you know? I was really fighting in the heavens just now!"

……

Wanshou Palace.

Inside the side hall.

Li Shizhen concentrated his mind and held his cinnabar brush, writing with divine inspiration.

As the brushstrokes moved, the symbols took shape in a continuous stream.

Soon, a sun talisman was created in one go.

call!

The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire and turned to ashes.

A beam of golden light suddenly shot out, piercing through the wall and leaving a charred mark on the stone steps outside.

Hai Rui, who had just joined the cabinet, stood aside and couldn't help but shake his head in admiration upon seeing this.

"Their supernatural powers and methods are indeed unfathomable."

Li Shizhen put down his cinnabar brush, smiled, and looked at him: "Gangfeng, haven't you always been skeptical of supernatural phenomena?"

Hai Rui remained calm and said, "I didn't believe it before because I hadn't seen it. Now that I have, if I still bury my head in the sand and say I don't believe it, wouldn't I just be a laughingstock?"

"I'm just straightforward and reasonable, not pedantic."

Upon hearing this, Li Shizhen couldn't help but laugh.

As the two were talking, Huang Bai happened to walk into the hall.

The two quickly stood up and bowed.

"I have met the Yellow Immortal."

Huang Bai waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for such formalities.

"The dragon vein has been broken."

"I need to go into seclusion for a long time. I'll leave the rest to you."

Li Shizhen and Hai Rui both turned solemn.

"Yes."

Li Shizhen, however, did not feel too much sadness.

In his view, immortals have long lifespans, and it is common for them to go into seclusion for decades or even hundreds of years.

Now that Huang Shenxian has said he's going into seclusion for a long time, perhaps one day he will emerge from seclusion again.

Huang Bai added:

"By the way, in a little while, tell everyone to collect as much cloud sand as possible, the more the better."

Li Shizhen nodded and noted it down: "I will arrange it immediately."

Cloud sand is produced alongside gold mines and is an important material for gold sand mica longevity pills.

Huang Bai was worried that he wouldn't be able to collect enough cloud sand after returning to the ancient temple world.

Different worlds, different resources.

It would be a pity if the next world didn't have this kind of material.

Over the next few days, Huang Bai began to travel around the capital, searching for the relics of ancient immortals and gods.

According to the white ape, before Liu Bowen severed the dragon vein, the human world and the upper realm could still maintain contact.

In particular, various Taoist lineages still preserve the systems of borrowing methods and invoking deities.

This suggests that a certain passage once existed between the upper realm and the human world.

Perhaps after the immortals and gods disappeared, some of their lineages remained.

Unfortunately, after eight days of searching, Huang and Bai only found some scattered legends and incomplete books.

It is likely that during the two-hundred-year period of complete separation between heaven and earth, those traditions that could not manifest, could not borrow the law, and could not respond to believers have long been abandoned by later generations.

"Can gods still exist in this world?"

Huang Bai stood in front of an abandoned ancient temple, gazing at the dilapidated statues, lost in thought.

If the Tiandao Temple takes root in this world, it will rebuild the incense system.

Perhaps in the future, this world will truly be able to give birth to gods again.

But that's no longer something he needs to deal with right now.

A few days later.

One after another, carriages loaded with cloud sand drove into the Longevity Palace.

The cloud sand has a bright yellow luster, is as fine as sand, and has a faint metallic or stone-like quality.

With a flick of his yellow and white sleeves, he collected them all into the Muchen Pearl.

Inside the main hall.

The Longqing Emperor, Hai Rui, Li Shizhen, Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong, and the young Wanli Emperor were all present.

Having received advance notice that Huang Bai was about to leave, everyone gathered together to see him off.

The Longqing Emperor looked at Huang Bai with a solemn expression.

"I wonder when we will meet again after Huang the Immortal's departure."

Huang Bai smiled and said, "We'll meet again if fate allows."

He glanced at the people in the hall.

Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong, Hai Rui, Li Shizhen, and the young Wanli Emperor.

These people, if placed in the context of history, would all have been prominent figures of their time.

For Huang Bai, who travels through various realms, who knows when he will return next?

By then, who knows how many of these brilliant ministers will still be left?

After traversing multiple worlds, Huang Bai is now approaching eighty years old.

Now, he seems to have gradually gotten used to this feeling of being in another world.

For ordinary people, decades or even centuries is a major event in their lives.

For practitioners, however, it is merely a scene along a long journey.

Huang Bai carefully collected the last batch of cloud sand and checked the time.

almost.

He turned to face the crowd.

"Gentlemen."

"See you again someday."

Having said that, the two wings behind Huang Bai unfolded.

Its pure white wings spread out, stirring up a gentle breeze.

His figure soared into the sky, rising higher and higher until he gradually became a tiny dot.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Immortal Huang!"

Everyone in the hall bowed in unison.

The sound traveled out of Wanshou Palace and echoed in the air above the palace and temple.

High above, the wind howled, and the scenery on both banks rushed past.

Just as he was about to sense the Heavenly Decree and leave.

boom!

Suddenly, a crimson light split open in the sky.

A meteorite, trailing a long, fiery tail, fell from the sky to the earth.

"what?"

Huang Bai looked closely.

The meteorite's outer shell was seen peeling away continuously due to friction with the air.

Amidst the crimson flames, the true form of the colorful, wondrous stone inside is revealed.

The strange stone had a restrained spiritual light, with flowing colors, and seemed to contain some kind of innate creative energy.

"What a fine stone for mending the sky."

Huang Bai couldn't help but chuckle.

This is yet another new story.

However, this stone is definitely not Sun Wukong, so it can only be someone else.

Huang Bai shook his head and didn't linger.

The next moment, he sensed the Heavenly Decree and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The third year of the Longqing reign.

Huang Bai, the Great Immortal, ascended to heaven in broad daylight.

The legends of Huang Daxian bestowing heavenly books, slaying dragons, pacifying Liaodong, and initiating new policies spread throughout the Ming Dynasty.

The fourth year of the Longqing reign.

Zhang Juzheng was deeply grateful for Huang Bai's contributions and formally petitioned the court to bestow upon Huang the title of "Immortal God".

The Longqing Emperor granted the request.

The Wanshou Palace was renamed Huangtian Palace, and Huang Bai was named Huangtian Emperor, holding a position equivalent to that of the emperor.

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