ebonymovies Chapter 1140 Taoist Temple
Chapter 1140 Taoist Temple
"Have the cultivators of Liexiao City discovered traces of the spatial rift?"
In the pavilion on the top floor of the Sky-Crossing Boat, Elder Yuan looked at the middle-aged cultivator in front of him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
The middle-aged cultivator clasped his hands and bowed respectfully, saying, "Indeed, the sect leader and the other three seniors have issued an order, commanding our sect and the cultivators of Liexiao City and Bachu City to abandon their camps and head to the location of the spatial rift. They have also dispatched people skilled in escape techniques to gather all the cultivators who have set out to fight."
"This disciple is here on Elder Bai's orders to convey the sect leader's decree to Elder Yuan, Elder Chen, and Senior Wei. Please summon the cultivators as soon as possible and head to the location of the spatial rift."
Elder Yuan's expression turned slightly grave: "Where is the Sect Leader's decree?"
"In addition to the sect leader's decree, Elder Bai also sent a letter containing a map that marks the location of the spatial rift. Please take a look, Elder Yuan." The middle-aged cultivator flipped his hand and took out two jade slips, presenting them with both hands.
Elder Yuan took the two jade slips into his hands, examined them one by one with his divine sense, and then instructed the middle-aged cultivator: "You may leave now."
The middle-aged cultivator respectfully agreed. The guardian of Huayu Peak, who was standing to the side, stepped forward with a serious expression and led him to the cultivation room to adjust his breathing.
The pavilion quieted down. Elder Yuan handed two jade slips to Chen Yuan, who was standing to the side, and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Chen, take a look as well."
After Chen Yuan read it, he handed it to Wei Wushang, his brows furrowing.
He didn't expect the spatial rift to be found so quickly. Only a few years had passed since the Tai Xuan Sect entered Ba Gui Island, and they had only explored one-fifth of the area. The chance of finding the spatial rift was extremely low.
However, the cultivator who ranked in the Cloud City was extremely lucky. After receiving the mission, he led his subordinates on an expedition, flying over one dark place after another in a flying boat. The journey was smooth and uneventful. They did not encounter any demon army or any accidents.
He discovered fluctuations in the spatial rift in the third-to-last dimly lit area he was responsible for exploring, and immediately sent someone to report back.
After receiving the news, the four Mahayana cultivators secretly dispatched Nascent Soul cultivators without issuing any orders. The Nascent Soul cultivators were unaware of this, but the news still leaked out and was learned by the demon race.
Not long after the combined human forces arrived, a demon saint attacked, and a fierce battle immediately broke out, with the demon race sparing no expense to control the spatial rift.
In this way, the four Mahayana cultivators no longer concealed their intentions. They issued an order to mobilize the entire army of cultivators, abandon their camp, and rush to the battlefield. They also dispatched skilled individuals with escape techniques to find the Nascent Soul cultivators who had gone to war, and to convey their orders to them to provide reinforcements.
On the day the Spirit Realm army set off, the scene was extremely grand. The world-destroying warships of Liexiao City and Bachu City blotted out the sky, and dozens of airships followed, making the sun and moon pale in comparison.
The edict issued by Master Fu would certainly not be so lengthy; it was Bai Zangzhou who detailed the process of the army's expedition after discovering the spatial rift.
After reading the jade slip, Wei Wushang's expression revealed a hint of relief: "The spatial rift is more than four million miles away from here. Even if we set off immediately and spare no effort, it will still take us a month, which is just enough to avoid the initial chaos."
Elder Yuan nodded: "In the past, the time when each spatial rift was first discovered was always the most chaotic time."
"Both sides fought to the death at all costs, trying to control the spatial rift with minimal losses. It was extremely brutal, and avoiding it would be the best thing to do."
"But the final battle is unavoidable. Since we have received the order, we must arrive within two months, otherwise we will be punished for violating the sect rules, which we cannot afford."
Wei Wushang wholeheartedly agreed: "That's right, we must set off today and not miss the deadline."
"It's a pity that we've only been on Tyrant Turtle Island for a short time, and we've only fought the demon race once, so we haven't made many contributions."
The rules of the Tai Xuan Sect do not apply to the Wei family, but the punishment for disobeying orders will only be more severe, so Wei Wushang dares not be negligent in the slightest.
Elder Yuan laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Wei, there's no need to regret it. We have already made great progress by performing two meritorious deeds in just three years."
"The upcoming battle will be the key to determining whether our sect can build a city on Turtle Island."
"If the three of us join forces and achieve merit in front of the sect leader, the reward will certainly be substantial."
Chen Yuan said, "What Senior Brother Yuan said is absolutely right. I will immediately recall the scouts, order Wu Xuan to dismantle the great formation, and set off for the decisive battle."
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Inside a quiet room, Master Fu sat cross-legged in meditation. Beneath his blue robe, all was empty, and his aura was deep and ethereal, as if he did not belong to this world.
In the corner, in the incense burner carved with auspicious beasts, half a stick of incense was inserted, emitting wisps of pale yellow smoke that drifted out, vaguely transforming into the image of mountains and rivers. With each breath, the smoke flowed into Master Fu's body, then drifted out from his nose and disappeared completely.
Ninety-nine percent of the cultivators in the Spirit Realm could not recognize the origin of this incense stick. This incense is called "Myriad Manifestations Condensed Qi," and it is made from the essence and blood of a great sage of the demon race.
It contains a wisp of primordial energy; lighting an incense stick during cultivation can increase one's understanding of the power of laws.
This applies to Mahayana cultivators. If this incense were to fall into the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it would increase their chances of breaking through to the Mahayana realm by half.
But even this half-burnt incense stick is worth as much as the entire fortune of a cultivator at the peak of the Integration Realm.
Only a few Mahayana sects with extremely deep foundations are willing to bestow this treasure upon Nascent Soul cultivators to help them break through to the Mahayana realm.
Master Fu silently exhaled pale yellow smoke, his aura fluctuating slightly, like the gently surging tide under the moonlight.
Suddenly, Master Fu opened his eyes, stood up, and took out a silver star chart. Golden light appeared inside, forming an intricate star map that slowly rotated, deep and mysterious.
The quiet room wasn't very big, but it was still about three zhang in diameter, enough to move around in.
Master Fu pointed his finger, and a beam of starlight shot out from the star chart, landing in the air and transforming into a gate of starlight.
Master Fu raised his hand and made a hand seal. Another beam of starlight flew out from the star chart and shot into the doorway, where it began to spin like a vortex.
The twinkling lights shone and slowly dispersed, revealing a dreamlike scene within the vortex.
It was an extremely unique mountain range, half of which was shrouded in the azure sky. The mountains and rivers were beautiful, the vegetation lush and verdant, and the clouds and mist swirled around, making it seem like a fairyland.
The other half extends into a dark place, with dark clouds looming overhead, wind and rain raging, and spatial rifts appearing and disappearing, as if the end of the world has arrived.
Finally, the starlight vortex completely dispersed, and this illusory scene became incredibly real.
Master Fu put away the star chart, took a step out, and entered the gate. He was directly outside the mountain range. Behind him was a starlight gate suspended in the air, and inside the gate was an illusory quiet room.
Master Fu strolled leisurely, taking a single step that seemed to shift the stars and bring him deep into the mountains, to the boundary between the dark clouds and the blue sky.
On a gentle hillside stood an ordinary Taoist temple. There was only one courtyard, with the gate wide open and the door to the main building also wide open.
The brick-paved ground was spotless, without a speck of dust. The statues of the Three Pure Ones were enshrined there, and sandalwood incense wafted from the altar, with a stick of thick incense stick about the thickness of a thumb inserted into it.
Pale yellow smoke dissipated, transforming into mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts, creating a world of its own, which was then confined within the main house by an invisible force.
Before the statue of the Three Pure Ones, an old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a futon. His hair was white, and his sparse goatee looked like a few withered grasses. His robe was also tattered. The old Taoist priest's eyes were closed, and he had fallen into a deep sleep. His body swayed and rose, as if he was about to collapse to the ground at any moment, but he did not fall down.
The myriad things formed from the pale yellow smoke flickered with the old Taoist's breath, and birds and beasts circled around him affectionately. This small world existed entirely dependent on the old Taoist.
Master Fu walked slowly into the courtyard. The mysterious supernatural power of shrinking the earth to an inch that he had just used seemed to have no effect in this ordinary Taoist temple.
He walked step by step to the main hall, stopped behind the old Taoist priest, and bowed solemnly to the statue of the Three Pure Ones.
The pale yellow smoke was disturbed by Master Fu and scattered in all directions.
Suddenly, the old Taoist priest, who had been in a deep sleep, opened his eyes, yawned, stretched, and stood up from the futon.
He brushed away imaginary dust from his body, bowed to the jade statue of the Three Pure Ones, and murmured, "Forgive me, forgive me..."
The old Taoist turned around and bowed to Master Fu again: "The spatial rift has already appeared. Fellow Daoist Fu, instead of taking charge of the overall situation, what advice do you have for me?"
Master Fu returned the greeting with clasped hands: "I have come here specifically to discuss the matter of the spatial rift."
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Luo Du Holy City, within the forbidden area.
If any human cultivators were to come here, they would surely be amazed by the vastness of Luo Du Holy City, which surpasses any other giant city of the human race.
The spirit realm is dominated by humans. Although there are other races, most of them are in human form. After submitting to the spirit realm, they imitate humans in every way, making it easy for them to build palaces and pavilions, which do not require a large area.
Only demon generals can transform into human form. There are also thousands of low-ranking demons who have not yet transformed, who are divided into different races with bizarre appearances and very different habits. It is impossible for them to live together. They need to build their own dwellings, which occupy a large area.
Currently, the five Great Saints have gathered in Luo Du Holy City, and their demon army has also flocked there. Luo Du Holy City has simply fenced off an area, leaving these low-level demons to live in the open, which is not as good as the caves and valleys in the Burning Demon Realm.
Rather than describing it as a magnificent fortified city, it was more like a strictly hierarchical military camp.
The lower-ranking demons dared not move. Only demon generals and commanders in human form flew through the air, some dressed in wide robes and sleeves, elegant and handsome, others in tight-fitting clothes, heroic and extraordinary, completely different from the ferocious lower-ranking demons.
The deeper one goes into the Holy City of Luo Du, the fewer low-level demons there are; the scenery is beautiful, serene, and tranquil.
Only a deep valley in the center, shrouded in black mist, is shrouded in darkness and terrifying, a forbidden area in the Holy City of Luo Du, and no one dares to approach it.
At the bottom of the deep valley stood a grand hall, magnificent and imposing, yet it also appeared somewhat eerie under the cover of black mist.
The main hall was built of a dark blue-green boulder, its surface shimmering with a faint light, and spiders the size of human heads slowly crawled through the cracks between the stones.
These spiders were entirely black, blending into the black mist. Their mouthparts were ferocious, and their eight slender legs gracefully crossed the protrusions on the boulder, spraying webs that covered the entire hall.
The main hall was a hidden world, filled with black mist, yet it was brightly lit. Golden lamp bases as thick as a human arm stood like a forest, with wicks made of the finest spiritual materials inserted into whale oil of the demon king rank, ensuring the lamps burned eternally.
The main seat was empty. Luo Du Dasheng descended below the jade steps and sat on the spirit jade futon. The people beside him all had auras as deep as abyss. They were the four great saints: Banshan, Tunfeng, Ziqiu, and Jiuling.
The Nine-Headed Great Sage frowned and said, "The human race has already mobilized its entire force, dispatching two World-Destroying Warships to the location of the spatial rift. Why haven't we set off yet?"
This great sage had a lion's nose and a wide mouth, wore brocade robes and a jade belt, and had a majestic figure. He was imposing even without anger, and when he spoke, his voice shook the palace, the candles flickered, and the black mist rippled.
The Great Sage of Ziqiu also said, "I am also quite puzzled as to why Fellow Daoist Luo Du summoned us here."
This Great Sage, dressed in colorful brocade palace attire, was the only woman among the five Great Sages. She was stunningly beautiful, graceful, and radiant. Her voice was like pearls falling on a plate, or birdsong echoing in a mountain stream, captivating the soul.
Luo Du Dasheng said calmly, "It was Fellow Daoists Ban Shan and Tun Feng who said they had important matters to discuss and asked me to invite them here."
"I was just about to ask you two fellow Daoists, what is it that cannot be discussed after we see the spatial rift?"
He was dressed in black, blending seamlessly with the dark aura permeating the hall. His appearance was sinister, and his eyes revealed a chilling indifference.
The three Great Sages all looked at the two Great Sages, Mountain Moving and Wind Swallowing. The Great Sage of Mountain Moving smiled slightly: "Although the human race has gained the upper hand, we still need to fight a battle before we can decide the ownership of the spatial rift. There is no need to rush."
"I recently received a message from Fellow Daoist Zhenhai, who wishes to invite the three of you to discuss important matters. I ask that you three remain patient."
Upon hearing this, the three Great Sages all became solemn. The Nine-Headed Great Sage slowly nodded: "Since it is Fellow Daoist Zhenhai who has invited us, it is no problem to wait a few days."
The hall fell silent as the five great saints closed their eyes to rest, the lamps flickered, and black mist swirled around them.
Suddenly, the five Great Sages opened their eyes and stood up.
A middle-aged man slowly walked into the hall. He wore a blue robe, had black hair and eyebrows, was of medium build, and had an ordinary appearance.
Upon seeing this person, the five Great Sages bowed in unison: "We greet Fellow Daoist Zhenhai."
The Great Sage of Zhenhai returned the greeting with clasped hands: "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting."
The Nine-Headed Great Sage said, "The spatial rift has already appeared in the world, yet Fellow Daoist Zhenhai has invited us to meet here. May I ask what you wish to say?"
The Great Sage of Zhenhai got straight to the point: "The matter I'm discussing today is related to the spatial rift."
"Oh?" The Nine-Headed Great Sage raised an eyebrow. "Please enlighten us, Fellow Daoist Zhenhai. We are all ears."
The five Great Sages looked over intently, and the Great Sage Zhenhai said in a deep voice, "Before I came here, I met with Wu Yuanzi of the human race."
The five Great Sages' expressions changed slightly. With their cultivation levels, there were only two people on Turtle Island who made them wary: one was the Great Sage Zhenhai in front of them, and the other was Wuyuanzi from the Spirit Realm.
The Great Sage of Zhenhai paused for a moment, then said, "With the appearance of spatial rifts, a war between the two realms is inevitable. The reason why the five of you have gathered in Luo Du Holy City is to determine the ownership of the spatial rifts."
Luo Du Dasheng nodded slightly: "That's right. The human race only sent four Mahayana cultivators this time. That Taoist Zhang is unknown, and Fu Huaixiao's cultivation is shallow. We must obtain this spatial rift. We must not allow the human race to build the thirty-eighth giant city."
The Great Sage of Zhenhai said calmly, "The matter that Wu Yuanzi mentioned is this battle that will determine the ownership of the spatial rift."
"He proposed that the Mahayana cultivators and Great Saints from both sides remain on the sidelines, allowing the cultivators below the Great Saint level, the demon race, to fight a decisive battle." (End of Chapter)