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It's a pity that most ascending cultivators seek the Golden Seed, yet it's been so wasted. I should take this as a warning.
Fang Qing shook his head, knowing that the ascension ceremony could also greatly increase the chances of obtaining gold, but not every ascended cultivator could become a Golden Core True Monarch.
Or perhaps, the high and mighty immortals and gods simply didn't want more people around them; otherwise, they wouldn't have restricted the spread of the Qi Refining Method, or even caused changes in the Golden Rank and made supernatural powers difficult to apply.
Even if they pass down their own lineage, they will most likely be like the "Master of the Mortal Forest," only passing on unorthodox teachings and not the true Dharma, and it will be even less effective than the method of seeking gold.
With such a legacy, one should be secretly delighted to be able to prove even a minor or absent position.
However, Fuyu is in the Hehuan region, and the Water Moon Ancestor is here—it seems the coordinates for the Taixu smuggling of the Qi Refining Path correspond to the ancient Shu region of the Demon Path?
A sudden thought flashed through his mind: And—after ascending to the Nascent Soul stage, one doesn't immediately attain the Golden Realm; there's a process of switching cultivation methods and sensing the Golden Realm, which is far too dangerous—
Furthermore, it's likely that not every cultivator will successfully ascend; many will certainly perish along the way! And once ascended, it becomes extremely difficult to break through the boundary and return to refine one's Qi, making it essentially a one-way ticket—
Even so, there are probably still some fifth-tier True Spirits who can ascend, right? It seems that not only the "Primordial Spirit Pill," but if we can find the Kunpeng True Spirit, we can also look forward to the most primordial Nascent Soul Elixir.
Fang Qing thought of the Water Moon Ancestor again. If the female immortals of the Water Moon Palace found out that their ancestor had become like this after ascending to heaven, he wondered what they would think.
Well, after ascending, let alone returning to the lower realm, they probably can't even leave behind a single word—otherwise, their external avatar would definitely warn Qi Refining cultivators—don't ascend!
Thinking of this, he was startled again: Could it be that this "Yuan Envoy" was acting out because he sensed that his external avatar had been activated?
Although it's difficult to transmit messages, this general state should be perceptible—therefore, demanding a blood sacrifice doesn't necessarily mean opening the White Heaven—it's also possible that it's sensing the Primordial Heaven?
Compared to the "Primordial Heaven," which is the most powerful of the Thirty-Six Heavens, the "White Yao Heaven" is nothing!
Fang Qing estimated that there were more than one or two Golden Core True Monarchs secretly probing him!
Sigh—we can't delay any longer. We should get Sangji to take action as soon as possible and meet their demands in southern Xinjiang.
Otherwise, it would indeed be somewhat undignified to force those immortals and envoys to take action themselves—more importantly, I would find it difficult to get Yun Dan Buddha to intervene—after all, I only have the rank, not the power.
He accepted the explanation.
Wushan County, on the plains where the two armies had previously clashed.
Countless corpses lay in rows and piled up—giving rise to a grayish-white aura of accumulated corpses.
Points of spiritual light sprinkled across the fertile land, mostly from earth-element cultivators, suggesting that this spiritual land will undoubtedly become incredibly fertile in the future.
At this moment, two True Immortals of the Purple Mansion were moving the corpse.
Regardless of whether they were friend or foe, they were all piled up together, forming several mountains of corpses with tens of thousands of people on each side!
In the center of the mountain of corpses, Yuan Pi Shi was still dressed in a black dress, surrounded by black mist, exuding all sorts of evil aura.
If the concept of tribulation by lightning existed in this world, I would probably have been struck by lightning long ago.
But the Dao of Submission has nothing to do with thunder —
The Yuan envoy personally piled up soil and stones—creating an ancient and simple altar.
A jade tablet appeared in her hand, with nine bloodstains on it, wriggling like earthworms.
She is now an envoy of the [Shitu] clan, and also a master of witchcraft!
"Reporting to Lord Qi, the preparation of the corpse aura is complete."
With a flash of purple light, two True Immortals of the Purple Mansion arrived behind Yuan Pi Envoy and bowed in respect.
Although the Daoist scriptures of Moyun Cliff state: Di is the root of heaven, and governs plagues —
However, this indiscriminate killing of thousands of cultivators still frightened these two supernatural beings.
"【Di Tu】winding, like a hidden image of the netherworld. The shaman stands in the wilderness, under the stars and moon, holding a black jade tablet to perform sacrifices—the shaman communicates with yin and yang, and reaches between the visible and the invisible, and can break through the barriers of the stars and fields, and expound the principles of the mysteries of heaven and earth."
"This is a technique that uses [Di Earth] to control [Ghost Metal] —"
Yuan Shi's voice was desolate, carrying a strange charm, as if an ancient shaman had been resurrected, returning to the world from the mists of history.
"But if we consider Yin and Yang, the Primordial Beginning is the root of all transformations, and Yin and Yang are the principles of the Two Forms. The Di Earth, located in the constellations of Chen and Xing, governs the Kun and Wei, and is truly the condensation of the Primordial Beginning and the gathering of the essence of Yin and Yang. — When Heaven and Earth were first separated, and the pure and impure took different forms, we should use witchcraft to understand this."
She chanted incantations again, gazing at the altar where countless rays of [Di Earth] light coalesced, a hazy, yellowish aura churning and gathering like clouds, then transforming into a deep blackness. Within this blackness, countless ghosts and gods seemed to whisper, while thousands of insects rustled and moved on the ground—
The cancer did not change his complexion at all; the sores and scars appeared even more distorted. Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand and held a sacrificial knife in his right.
puff!
Blood splattered as the severed arm fell onto the altar, attracting all sorts of ghosts and gods to fight over it, not even letting a single drop of blood go to waste.
Witchcraft and spirits are inherently primitive, bloody, and barbaric—they crave blood offerings and even more so the sacrifice of the priest himself!
Yuan Pi Shi was also an envoy, not only of higher rank, but also whose flesh and blood were imbued with the essence of metal and his rank, making him a first-class sacrificial offering!
Waaah!
After the many spirits and deities had consumed the offerings, they began to emerge from the darkness, revealing either long, narrow, or deformed bodies.
Or perhaps scattered and intangible, indescribable, yet seemingly searching this entire world—
The Purple Mansion True Man with the black mole on his face inadvertently made eye contact with a ghost masked in bronze, and instantly felt his mind go blank—
Even with supernatural powers, they are still as weak as ants before these bloodthirsty demons and gods.
As Yuan Shi gazed at the jade tablet in his hand, he saw the bloodstains on it disappear one after another.
Click!
Finally, another crack appeared.
"Still unable to detect even a trace? Truly worthy of being the number one among the Thirty-Six Grotto-Heavens—"
She sighed softly, then looked at the two Purple Mansions behind her: "I don't need to teach you how to open the White Radiance Heaven anymore, do I?"
"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, we will certainly handle the matter well."
The two Purple Mansion True Persons bowed and obeyed, not daring to utter a single word.
They realized that the envoy had paid a heavy price to accomplish something or to test something.
But judging from the results, it's clear that there were no results.
At this time, you're bound to be in a bad mood, so you absolutely must not provoke any more bad luck!
Otherwise, what's the big deal if an envoy kills one or two Purple Mansions?
In southern Xinjiang, the mountains stretch endlessly, shrouded in miasma.
Clouds and mist swirl around the treetops, condensing into frost.
Suddenly, the void opened up, and three cultivators walked out.
Snapped!
The Medicine King Qing Dumu casually tossed the Fang Daoling he was holding aside. This mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was already weeping uncontrollably: "My disciple—my disciple—!"
"That envoy couldn't distinguish friend from foe; he even killed the cultivators from Moyun Cliff. What else can we do?"
The Medicine King, Qing Dumu, said, "If it weren't for some reservations, neither of us would be alive today—"
Fang Daoling got up in a daze, knowing that if he hadn't had the Juntian Pot on him, he would have almost certainly died on that plain.
He straightened his clothes and respectfully bowed to the two Tara women: "Tara, have mercy—"
"You cannot leave now—"
The Medicine King, Qing Dumu, said calmly, "We all have to follow the Dharma King to the Southern Frontier, where we must fight to the death within a few days. If you do not go, I will issue an order to summon the last remaining cultivators from Qingli Mountain."
"Tara, there's no need to say more; I am willing to go."
Fang Daoling quickly replied.
"Yes, the camp is just ahead. Go ahead."
The two Taras, Medicine King Qing and Moonlight White, used their supernatural powers to ride the clouds and vanish in an instant.
Fang Daoling seemed to regain his true self at this moment. He wiped away his tears, rode the current, and headed forward.
Several days later.
A battlefield in the Ten Thousand Mountains.
"kill!"
A large number of cultivators were fighting each other, with no intention of activating a battle formation.
While battle formations are effective, they offer too much protection to cultivators, resulting in minimal casualties in a major battle.
At this moment, the cultivators were all risking their lives, their eyes bloodshot.
Even the precious lives of cultivators are now being harvested like weeds.
Clearly, both the White Bone Sect and the Yin Corpse Sect have been warned that if they cannot gather enough blood for the sacrifice in a short time, the higher-ups will take action personally!
Rather than perish together later, it's better to die for your friend than for myself now.
Fang Daoling's eyes were also bloodshot as he unleashed wave after wave of [Ji Shui] spells at the enemy's heads, with only one thought in his mind—"Kill as many as possible, or I will be the one to die!"
puff!
A streak of cold light flew by, and before he could dodge it, his left hand was grazed by the earthen yellow light, causing large patches of flesh to rot and swarm with insects.
Fang Daoling's expression remained unchanged. A flash of light appeared on his right hand, and his left arm was severed cleanly at the root. He quickly stopped the bleeding and threw himself back into the battle.
Above the battlefield, in a place where supernatural powers are concealed.
The White Bone Dharma King Sangji sat cross-legged with a mudra, surrounded by four golden statues.
Bai Ziye, his face still shrouded in mist, stood to one side.
Ahead, the radiance of the [Female Earth] materialized at some unknown time, and a huge earth-yellow bat flew in, with a human figure standing on its back.
This person was very tall, wearing a bronze mask and a complex and mysterious robe. Behind his head, there were rings of supernatural light that alternated, radiating four different colors. He was clearly a Grand Master of the Purple Mansion who had perfected the four supernatural powers!
Although its aura was somewhat weak, the Four Supernatural Powers are still the Four Supernatural Powers!
"Venerable One above—I do not wish to trouble the sect leader to instruct me in person."
Sangji clasped his hands together respectfully.
The newcomer was none other than the sect leader of the Yin Corpse Sect, a great master who possessed all four methods!
"This sect master is not interested in the deaths and injuries of lower cultivators—but Sangji, you have a strong destiny, just like back then."
A deep voice emanated from beneath the bronze mask: "Now that we have enough blood and food, we can open the Blessed Land of Oblivion." The remaining living people are not bad sacrifices after all.
"Sect Master is joking—"
Sangji clasped his hands together, and Moonlight White and Demon Subduing Black immediately descended from the void to order a retreat.
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