In the East Continent of the Mountain and Sea Realm, there is Lingxiu Palace on Taishou Mountain.
Taishou Mountain is not as prosperous as Lingshu Mountain. It is more like a spiritual place for cultivation and is sparsely populated. Occasionally, you can see one or two handsome Taoists meditating on the cliffs of the mountain stream.
Some young disciples in the Taoist palace were using magic to clean the palace buildings. On the mountain steps, some young men were using magic to lead water upwards. The huge spiritual array barrier blocked the connection between this Taoist temple and the outside world. It really looked like a paradise.
However, on this day, the bell of Lingxiu Palace suddenly rang nine times in succession, which represented the decree of the head monk.
In an instant, sword lights were seen coming out from Taishou Mountain, flying across thousands of miles to the outside of Taishou Mountain. All the disciples of Taishou Mountain quickly rushed to Lingxiu Palace.
Zhang Shan, the head of Taishou Mountain, personally stood in front of Lingxiu Palace, leading all the disciples from Taishou Mountain to wait, as if to welcome something.
Not long after, a huge white ship was seen breaking through the strong winds and clouds above the sky. The vast spiritual light and huge hull seemed to be able to crush the mountains into powder.
Nearly a hundred monks turned into light and rose up into the sky. Then, a dozen monks were seen flying down from a huge treasure ship, carrying down a sacred wooden coffin that was emitting spiritual light that shot up into the sky and overflowing with nameless flames.
So many people were guarding a coffin as if they were welcoming an immortal's ritual rack.
All the Taishou Mountain disciples below knelt down at the same time, and knelt in a mighty procession from the Taoist Palace on the top of the mountain all the way to the foot of the mountain. There were crowds of people, and they shouted in unison.
All the true disciples of the fourth and fifth generations in the Taoist palace were wearing Taoist robes and waiting anxiously. They entered the Lingxiu Palace together to welcome the sacred wooden coffin.
"It's done! It's really done!" An old Taoist priest exuded a clear light, and a wooden sword on his waist exuded a sharp sword energy. He danced excitedly.
"The heaven and earth are blessing our Taishou Mountain lineage!"
"This time, our Taishou Mountain will surely rise again and stand at the top of Dongzhou again!"
Several true disciples of Taishou Mountain, each of them looked at the sacred wooden coffin with burning eyes. Although many of them had never even seen the founder Qingyang Sanren, they all knew that Taishou Mountain was once the largest sect in the world.
The reason why Taishou Mountain can still stand as one of the top Taoist sects in Dongzhou today is also because of the power and connections of Qingyang Sanren in the past. Even though his time is declining, few people dare to attack Taishou Mountain.
"Third brother!" The Zhang family member who had personally brought Qingyang Sanren's coffin back from the Gate of Gods and Demons exclaimed immediately after seeing Zhang Shan, the head of Taishou Mountain.
However, after Zhang Shan glared at him coldly, he immediately changed his words and said, "Master... Master!"
Zhang Shan, the head of Taishou Mountain, asked, "How was it this time? Why did you come back so late?"
He immediately whispered in spiritual language, telling everything that had happened in the present world, including Zhang Ping's attempt to lure out the vengeful spirit Stamp to seize his fourth-order origin, to Zhang Ping's death, the fourth-order battle over the Pacific Ocean, and to the Fengdu Taoist killing two people and suppressing one.
Until the last two masters of the artifacts arrived in Antarctica, the Fengdu Taoist and the alchemist fought in Baigang City. The events and battles that broke out were beyond Zhang Shan's imagination.
Unexpectedly, the original plan was like a small flame that was poured with raging flames, and it instantly expanded to an unimaginable size. Both artifacts were deployed, and the outcome of the fight was truly unpredictable.
Zhang Shan's face turned pale and then blue after hearing this, and he finally let out a long sigh.
"Luckily, your uncle Fengdu helped this time. Otherwise, this time, the world would have been turned upside down!"
"Uncle Fengdu has already refined the Nine Nether True Fire and the fourth-order origin of the resentful spirit into the remains of the ancestor, and has also refined this sacred wooden coffin into a ghost fairy coffin. He said that after 360 days, the coffin can be opened, and the ghost fairy body will fly out to find the reincarnation of the ancestor."
"Master Fengdu said that there is a restriction placed by him personally, and it can only be uncovered by you. With the help of this divine talisman attached to it, you can find the true reincarnation of the ancestor."
Zhang Shan took a look at the sacred wood coffin placed in the main hall of Lingxiu Palace. This was a sacred wood coffin made of an ancient sacred tree obtained from the ruins, which was enough to be used as the main material of a fourth-level magic weapon.
At this moment, it was engraved with densely packed true symbols, and the transparent Nine Nether True Fire was constantly dancing, leaping several feet high. The illusory shadows were shaking and twisting throughout the hall, and everyone could feel the powerful force within the flames and the coffin.
That is the power of a ghost immortal. Although the body of a ghost immortal has not yet reached perfection, it has surpassed the mortal world and countless ordinary cultivators. Without the essence of the fourth level, it is impossible to cultivate the Nine Nether True Fire, let alone transform into the body of a ghost immortal.
With the third-level cultivation, not to mention being able to resist the flames, as soon as one gets close to them, they will probably be ignited by the flames and their souls will be reduced to ashes.
Zhang Shan, the head of Taishou Mountain, was approaching quickly. The closer he got, the more excited he felt.
Because inside the coffin were the remains of his master, Qingyang Sanren, a powerful man who had walked across this land in the wild times when the Mountain and Sea Realm was first created.
It's just that the body of this ghost immortal is just an empty shell, and the true spirit of Qingyang Sanren had already entered the reincarnation in the past. It's probably been reincarnated long ago, and no one knows where it is now.
At this moment, inside the hall, the many Taishou Mountain disciples who had been noisy and excited before suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at the headmaster Zhang Shan, as if they knew that it was a critical moment.
As Zhang Shan approached, he saw that the restriction on the Nine Nether True Fire seemed to sense something and slowly opened up, revealing a divine talisman pasted on the sacred wood coffin.
The divine talisman was drawn with one stroke from top to bottom, and it carried the truth of the great Dao of heaven and earth. Ordinary cultivators would feel traumatized and unable to bear it after just one glance at it.
Zhang Shan stepped forward under tremendous pressure and peeled off the talisman that was stuck on it.
In an instant, the ghost immortal's body sealed in the sacred wooden coffin burst out with vast power.
A vast and endless river of Nine Netherworld True Fire rushed out from the coffin, and the shadow of a Taoist priest covered in endless divine light and flames instantly crossed some illusory barriers and boundaries, went into the distance, and disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Shan closed his eyes and used the Great Evolution Divine Art to calculate with his fingers. Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes with a look of joy in his eyes: "The reincarnation of the ancestor is still in Dongzhou, and the location should be in the south."
Holding the divine talisman in his hand, he looked at the disciples sitting below him, and finally named one person himself: "Tu Yuan! You go down the mountain in person. No matter what, you must bring back the reincarnation of the founder!"
A middle-aged Taoist with a black beard walked out, holding a heavy iron folding fan in his hand. If it weren't for the Taoist robe, he wouldn't look like a monk, but rather a disciple of the academy: "Yes! Master!"
Two years later, the Taoist named Tu Yuan traveled all over Dongzhou and finally found a young child sitting on a rock on the coast and looking into the distance in a small fishing village in the south.
He is not good at speaking and the villagers all think he is a mute. He likes to sit by the sea all day long, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, and making some meaningless expressions from time to time.
But the moment he saw the picture, the child spoke instantly.
"Who are you? You are different from them!" The child's eyes were not like those of a child. Instead, they looked like those of a Taoist who had seen through the essence of the world, or a high and mighty god.
"I am Tu Yuan, the fifth-generation disciple of Taishou Mountain, and a cultivator!"
"And you are Qingyang Sanren, the founder of Taishou Mountain!"
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