"Mr. Yuan, have you found out where the people from Guiwang Mountain have gone?" Emperor Luan looked at the old man who had taken action.
This old man is the current head of the Imperial Scholars' Palace and also the Prince's tutor.
The old man bowed and said, "Your Majesty, it is still the same as before. We cannot track it down or monitor it. Guiwang Mountain has special privileges in the entire Xuanhuang Cave Heaven."
Guiwang Mountain is the ancestral home of Taoism. It can even be said that it is the true place where Taoism originated. Except for the self-contained systems such as mythical beasts, witches, and barbarians, the roots of cultivation in all the heavens and worlds are in Guiwang Mountain.
Guiwang Mountain has a strong foundation and countless secrets. Under normal circumstances, they also participate in Xuanhuang Cave Heaven normally, but Emperor Luan has been in power for 100,000 years, and Xuanhuang Cave Heaven has been opened nearly 1,500 times since he came to power. Among these, Guiwang Mountain has been unique in at least 30 cases.
Just like this time, if he had not participated in the White Tiger Ruins and gone treasure hunting, he would have disappeared as soon as he came in. If Ji Feixue had not been imprisoned, Gui Wangshan would not have shown up.
The unknown is terrifying. The existence of Guiwang Mountain has always been a thorn in Luan Di's heart.
Just like in the past 100,000 years, the person Luan Emperor feared the most was never Tai Zu, not Long Zu, or Feng Zu, but Bai Ling! That female turtle who didn't play by the rules, but had every plan in mind.
Guiwangshan is different from Bai Ling. Guiwangshan does not have the ability to plan everything out, but Guiwangshan has too many secrets. When the intelligence is poor to a certain extent, the war becomes a dimensionality reduction attack.
But I don’t know what those old Taoist priests are planning in secret
Emperor Luan was silent. Of course, each tribe had its own plans in Xuanhuang Cave Heaven. The low-end ones were like the White Tiger Ruins, who enclosed a piece of land and set up a secret realm for future generations. The high-end ones planned to build a Taoist temple for generations. Even if they could not become the master of the temple, they could actually occupy the Taoist temple, just like the resentful old man.
All emperors of the Fenghuang Palace had their plans, but he intervened and the plans of the previous emperors were all disrupted. He finally got control of the Shanhe Ding, but the secrets inside the Shanhe Ding have not been completely uncovered, and there are many things he has not yet obtained.
Emperor Luan was in deep thought. At the same time, outside the Baiyun Palace, above the Baiyun Palace, in a dark space.
A towering tree has its head reaching up to the sky and its feet on the earth, with its branches connecting all the heavens and worlds.
From this angle, all the heavens and worlds seem to be connected by this big tree.
This tree should be a willow tree, but it bears fruit.
It is clearly a big tree, but it gives people a feeling of looking directly at an emperor. Its overwhelming majesty weighs down the entire space, making people dare not look to the side.
But within this imperial majesty there is the endless vast aura of the gods. He is the emperor among gods and the venerable among immortals.
Taoist Xuanzhen led the people of Guiwang Mountain to walk in the space, as if they were worshiping an emperor, dressed in formal attire and extremely solemn. Behind him, his fellow disciples held a plate of offerings, but on it were not sacrifices, but the essence of the five virtues.
The group walked to a place thousands of miles away from the tree, without looking around, and bowed to pay homage: "We are the young people from Guiwang Mountain, and we pay our respects to the Emperor!"
The whole group bowed deeply, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times.
The willow tree in front of me was motionless, its branches swaying in the wind without any response. If you look closely, you can see many small animals running on the branches, including hares, red foxes, grey dogs, green tigers...
The animals are big and small, some occupy a branch alone, and some live in groups on a leaf.
There is a white snake like a dragon, coiled on the trunk of the willow tree, and it seems like endless waves are rolling when it moves.
There is a goshawk spreading its wings and building a nest on the willow treetop. It flaps its wings and flies away, like a phoenix flying in the sky.
However, these beasts have no physical form. Although they are called souls, they are not even the most basic true spirits. They are like phantoms condensed from the memories of the willow tree.
Taoist Xuanzhen looked at the phantom and bowed even lower.
"I'm Xuanzhen from Guiwang Mountain, nice to meet all the seniors." He greeted them with reverence and solemnity.
There was no response. The dragon didn't roar, the tiger didn't howl, the phantom didn't react, and the willow tree just swayed its branches gently, without any response.
The disciples of Guiwang Mountain offered the five virtues of essence to the tree. Taoist Xuanzhen paid homage again: "Your Majesty, this time the Xuanhuang Cave Heaven opened unexpectedly before the Jiazi year. The demon-transforming fruit is not yet ripe and should not fall. I am so rude and have come here to seal the demon-transforming fruit!"
The essence of the Five Virtues floated into the willow tree, but the willow tree still had no response, nor was it possible for it to have any response. It was just a big tree, without intelligence or consciousness, nothing more.
After the worship, Taoist Xuanzhen took a few steps back and took out a talisman pen. He bowed three times to ask for the talisman paper, picked up the pen and wrote: "Quiet"!
It was not a talisman, but an ancient magic text, without any magic power. But once the magic text was written on the talisman paper, the talisman paper moved without wind, floating crookedly, twisting and turning towards the willow tree, and gently sticking to the trunk of the willow tree.
The willow tree reached out to the heavens and all the worlds, and its branches that had been shaking continuously just stopped, and the fruits that were about to be shaken off also became quiet.
When the Xuanhuang Cave Heaven opens, it connects to all the heavens and the myriad worlds. When the Xuanhuang Cave Heaven opens, the myriad worlds and the myriad worlds are connected. The demon-transforming fruit falls when the myriad worlds open, takes root, grows in three days, blooms in three days, and bears fruit in three days.
Animals that swallow the magic fruit can condense the shadow of the Tao in their minds and follow the path of the devil.
The origin of the demon-transforming fruit lies here.
After hearing the word "Xuan Zhen", the willow tree stopped shaking its branches. Magical power came from the tree and nourished the small fruits on the tree to grow slowly.
Each small fruit looks like a sweet date, but it is transparent in color, and there are also green fruits swaying on the tree with the branches.
On the topmost treetops, there are several fruits of varying shades of red growing quietly.
Although the green and red fruits are good, they are only a minority. These transparent demon-transforming fruits are the foundation of the demon race and the basis for the continuation of the demon race.
The Xuanhuang Cave opened suddenly this time, and the demon fruits on the trees were not yet ripe. If they fell like this, these beasts would have no hope of embarking on the path of demons and transforming into humans.
A whole tree of demon-transforming fruits was wasted in vain.
"Junior brother, if it is sealed now, will Xuanhuang Cave Heaven be open again in thirty years?"
The Demon-Transforming Fruit Tree was sealed, and an old Taoist came up to Xuan Zhen. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the sloppy old Taoist Xuan Quan. He just came to worship the Demon-Transforming Fruit Tree. He was wearing a brand new Taoist robe and had a solemn face, which was rare and dignified.
Taoist Xuanzhen shook his head: "No, it will take ninety years."
The opening of Xuanhuang Cave Heaven has its own rules, and there is basically no possibility of violation. The fact that it opened early this time does not mean that the opening of all future generations will be advanced by thirty years.
"So this wave of demon fruit actually needs to grow for 120 years before it falls?" Xuan Quan's eyes lit up: "Junior brother, do you want to..."
"No!" Xuan Zhen turned around and looked at Xuan Quan seriously: "Brother, we owe the demon race too much. The demons' path is decided by the demons themselves, and humans cannot interfere!"
The freedom of the demon race, whether good or bad, success or failure, all depends on themselves! This is what the Demon Emperor asked for back then. Regardless of whether it is reasonable or not, Guiwang Mountain promised it! Xuanhuang promised it! The heavens and the worlds promised it!
Then it cannot be shaken!
Even if red fruits fall, the human race is not allowed to participate.
To the Qingyuan Sect, the red fruit was a legendary existence, an impossible thing that had never been seen before.
It's speculation.
But for Guiwang Mountain, every time a red fruit fell to the ground, it was recorded. Who got it, which sect it joined, and what achievements they made were all recorded.
The most recent red fruit was Feng Liu, also known as Feng Chaofei, from the Phoenix Clan. In recent years, except for Yunli, all other birds in the Phoenix Clan were cultivated from ordinary birds.
Feng Chaofei also started out as a hungry bird and gradually made his way to where he is today.
Another time forward, a lion got a red fruit, but unfortunately it was destroyed before entering the sky.
The cause of death remains a mystery, even Gui Wangshan was not optimistic. The lion had just transformed into a human being and died before he could become a disciple.
Going forward once more... it was even longer, more than 700,000 years ago, two red fruits fell to the ground at the same time, born from two stems, and were obtained by Ji Feixue.
Among the four sacred beasts, only the dragon turtle clan has never swallowed the red fruit.
But the Dragon Turtle Clan has its own destiny. Not only does Taizu suppress the heavens and myriad worlds above, but there is Huangzu below, and Gu Luo leads the army, and then Bai Ling comes into the world.
Bai Ling has gone into seclusion, and now a turtle has come out. It is foreseeable that Su He's achievements will not be low. There is also Xiao Yaya, who they decided to assist in Guiwang Mountain. As for the imperial path that came out of the Xuanhuang Realm, as long as he does not die, he will definitely be the number one figure in the heavens and all worlds.
The presence or absence of red fruits does not seem to be that important to the dragon turtle clan.
After fixing the fruit tree to prevent the demon fruit from falling, Gui Wangshan and his party bowed respectfully again and then left this world.
The entrance was right behind them. People filed out and looked different when they came out. Xuan Zhen was still the same old man with white hair and youthful appearance, while Xuan Quan next to him had changed into a sloppy old man.
The people behind him all looked different. Some were carrying a zither, some were proud, some were cold... There was even a blind man.
As soon as he came out, he was in an undercurrent. Taoist Xuanzhen held a scroll above his head to separate the undercurrent and prevent it from falling.
Everyone looked back in confusion.
“We’re out here… again?” Judging from their expressions, it seemed like they had no memory of what happened before.
Xuan Quan leaned close to Xuan Zhen, with a constipated expression on his face: "Junior brother...how about you pass on the position of the headmaster to me once before I pass away? Let me go in and out with my memories? It's really frustrating!"
It was as if I had participated in some great event, but I had no memory of it at all.
This is worse than never having participated.
The inheritance of the head of Guiwang Mountain has always been in Xuanhuang Cave Heaven.
Xuan Quan immediately seemed to have heard the most horrifying news in the world. His head shook like waves and he ignored Taoist Xuan Zhen and jumped into Baiyun Palace.
Taoist Xuanzhen shook his head helplessly.
According to the inheritance rules of Guiwang Mountain, the senior brother should inherit the position of the headmaster.
Taoist Xuanzhen smiled and shook his head. The scroll above his head sent everyone back to Baiyun Palace. However, he did not go in with them. Instead, he turned and went towards the depths of the undercurrent.
The scroll floated, chasing the mountains and the moon, and in a moment, the White Cloud Palace could no longer be seen. In front of Taoist Xuanzhen, a half-finished Taoist temple appeared. Although it was not completed and there was no Taoist temple glow, the scale of the temple was extremely grand.
It looked like a royal palace, extremely majestic. But the palace was not yet completed.
Taoist Xuanzhen pointed his finger and two tripod toes appeared, which began to revolve around him like magic weapons.
The tripod's feet are the tripod's feet.
These two toes of the tripod look familiar. Emperor Ruo Luan could recognize them at a glance. These toes were the two missing legs of the Mountain and River Tripod in his hand.
The last emperor of the previous dynasty of Fenghuang Palace fell into depravity. How could he have the ability to split the Mountain and River Cauldron
If Gui Wangshan had not secretly helped him, the tyrant would have had to leave the Shanhe Ding intact to Emperor Luan. Wouldn't he have died in turmoil
After years of rivalry and friendship, Gui Wangshan helped him. The one who did it was Xuan Zhen and his master.
These two tripod feet have been in Guiwang Mountain for 110,000 years.
Over the past 110,000 years, this Taoist temple has basically moved to Guiwang Mountain.
Taoist Xuanzhen walked in. There were already many cracks in this unfinished Taoist temple, which was broken by people. Some of the cracks carried the aura of the Fenghuang lineage, which even frightened him, while some of the cracks carried the long-lasting Taoist aura.
This is the trace left by the battle between the Great Ancestor of Fenghuang Palace and the Taoist Ancestor of Guiwang Mountain.
When no one was watching, some kind of battle took place here.
Taoist Xuanzhen glanced at the traces, then went inside and went straight into Chengtian Hall.
There was no undercurrent in the Chengtian Hall. The strong imperial aura pushed the undercurrent out. In the entire hall, eighteen dragon-shaped pillars rose to the sky, supporting the magnificent hall steadily.
But there was no dragon coiled around the pillar.
The former Feng Palace was extremely ambitious and did not want to use fake dragons to deal with it! However, it was unable to get even a real dragon, so the Panlong Pillar remained empty.
The Panlong Pillar was empty, but when Taoist Xuanzhen came in, the imperial aura in the hall condensed into a divine dragon. A dragon roar was heard, and the imperial aura was about to push him out. A Tai Chi diagram flashed above Taoist Xuanzhen's head, isolating the imperial aura.
Standing firmly, Taoist Xuanzhen took out a clay doll from his arms and walked step by step towards the emperor's throne in the clouds in the hall.
The clay doll is lifelike, but it looks like a little girl.
Taoist Xuanzhen dropped the little clay doll on the throne in Chengtian Hall. The tiny doll moved its body to adjust its sitting position, and sat on the throne in the posture of a mighty horse and a golden sword.
The little clay doll is dressed like an emperor, with a calm look in her eyes, and a dragon of national destiny is hovering behind her, just like an empress!
The empress fell down, and seemed to have touched something. The Imperial Dragon in Chengtian Hall roared unwillingly, and then in the entire dojo, a steady stream of breath flowed into the body of the clay empress.
The clay dolls are becoming more and more majestic.
Taoist Xuanzhen nodded in satisfaction, and something jumped off his shoulder. It turned out to be Yaya's Barbarian King puppet. The Barbarian King rode on an iron-eating beast and leaped onto the armrest of the dragon throne. The two small puppets, each as big as a palm, looked like a toy.
But the barbaric aura on his body is not inferior at all, and this barbaric aura also carries its own kingly way, which makes the little wooden puppet not affected by the royal aura of Chengtian Palace.
The Little Barbarian King sat on the iron-eating beast, waved his hands casually, and said confidently: "Don't worry, if there is any accident, I will smash this immediately..."
He looked around and saw the layout of Chengtian Hall. Every floor tile here was more than a hundred times bigger than him. Looking around, the Little Barbarian King's eyes fell on the Yaya clay figurine again: "If there is an accident, I will smash this clay doll immediately!"
He weighed the battle axe in his hand. With his current strength, it seemed that he could only smash the clay doll.
Yaya Clay Doll glanced at him majestically.
Taoist Xuanzhen smiled slightly and bowed: "Thank you very much, Senior Barbarian King."
As he spoke, he left Chengtian Hall.
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At the same time, in the southwest of Baiyun Palace, there was a Taoist temple hidden in the undercurrent.
This dojo is like three intersecting circles, like three bracelets connected together. The dojo has never landed on the land of Xuanhuang Cave Heaven. Instead, it is floating in the dark tide.
Outside the Sanyuan Palace, Ji Feixue held Yaya's hand and walked over step by step, breaking through the dark tide. Ji Feixue was in a bad mood, holding a walking corpse of a green dragon in her hand.
Once upon a time, a blue dragon was lost in Xuanhuang Cave Heaven. The divine beast's spirit, soul and body were combined into one, so it should have left nothing behind in the dark tide. But this blue dragon, like an ordinary cultivator, still had a broken body left.
This dragon was quite resourceful and did not completely turn into ashes.
But only the body remained, without any intelligence at all, a complete walking corpse.
"Auntie!" Yaya grabbed Ji Feixue's fingers and squeezed them gently.
The old lady brought her to get the dragon scales, but when they got to the outside of Sanyuan Palace, they were attacked by this tattered green dragon. The green dragon was very weak, and the old lady suppressed it with her backhand, but she was in a bad mood from then on.
Ji Feixue shook her head. "I thought this silly dragon had been to the Evil Suppression Palace and should have some skills. Maybe he hid in the dark tide and never came out. But he really died here."
Just a mere undercurrent actually killed a green dragon
When you encounter an undercurrent and have no means to resist it, is it difficult to immediately fall into a state of suspended animation
This guy is not considered a weakling in the dragon clan. He is much more powerful than the green dragon of Xuantian Sect. His target has always been Guluo of the dragon turtle clan.
Ji Feixue suppressed Qinglong's corpse and put it into Su He's prison, then walked into Sanyuan Palace with Yaya.
Before the Sanyuan Palace is opened, the undercurrents within it are even more powerful.
"Three hours!" Ji Feixue said softly. The hairpin on her head could only hold out for three hours. If she didn't leave here, the undercurrent would break through the hairpin, and the consequences would be unpredictable.
"Here!" The dark tide of Sanyuan Palace was filled with endless dragon energy. The dragon ancestor scales were indeed left here by that idiot.
The scales were here nine thousand years ago, and they were divined by Bai Ling.
Bai Ling's fortune telling never let her down.
Ji Feixue followed her feeling and went forward. She saw a canyon covered by a large formation. The aura of dragon scales came out from the canyon.
Ji Feixue's expression became completely gloomy.
This formation, the one that seals the palace! She only needs to take a look to know that this formation is no longer at its full power under the Shenyuan formation.
Even if it was an adult four-spirit sacred beast like Guluo, it would take four or five years to gather four or five of them and then break the formation.
Ji Feixue flipped her hand, took out the sword that had not yet been refined, pulled Yaya back two steps, then pointed her finger and chopped down with the sword!
A flash of sword light flashed across, and the formation, like an inverted bowl, shattered in an instant.
The huge impact force rushed in all directions, blowing away the dark tide, and the white light of the collision illuminated the world.
But this kind of impact seemed to deliberately avoid Ji Feixue, blowing past the two of them without even blowing the corner of Yaya's clothes.
The formation was broken, and a calm voice with a bit of cheerfulness came out: "Hahaha! Royal brother actually found this place. Royal brother came here before the Sanyuan Palace was opened. It seems that the Sun Wheel is indeed in the hands of Royal brother."
When the aftermath subsided, the area covered by the formation was revealed.
Emperor Luan was seen dressed in ordinary clothes, with an altar behind him and a huge dragon scale on the altar. Endless dragon power emanated from the dragon scale.
Emperor Luan was still talking at the altar: "Only the Emperor Fengdi can master the Dragon Prison Formation and break it with one strike. But my brother is special, it's not difficult for him to master it early, and only my brother can break the formation..."
Emperor Luan looked up at the two fairies, one big and one small, standing opposite him. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word - he was really stuck!
The Luan Emperor in front of him was not a real person, but a puppet!
The dark tide of Xuanhuang Cave Heaven is designed to destroy the soul. It is impossible for clones and consciousness bodies to survive in the dark tide. Only puppets without souls and with set programs can survive in the dark tide.
This puppet also requires special means and special materials to refine. Otherwise, once it enters the dark tide, the puppet will be corroded first.
This was the response strategy left by Emperor Luan after the deposed prince broke the formation. However, the puppet discovered that the person who came in was not the deposed prince, and it could not process the information and crashed.
(End of this chapter)