Shi Xuan came back safe and sound, and his cultivation had improved greatly. He also brought back Karmic Dissipation Flower, Nine Nether Black Bamboo, Death Qi Soul Stone, and other things. Penglai and the other Zhenrens were naturally happy. They chatted and shared some interesting things about their travels before they dispersed.
Zhenren Jiang began to meditate in isolation to adjust his state of mind, preparing to face the third heaven's punishment. Xie Fangwei and the others continued to practice the celestial method to stabilize their realm. Shi Xuan exchanged the refining method of the Virtuous Figures of Yin and most of the Nine Nether Qi with the sect. Anyway, he had a lot left, which was enough for him to exchange for the Qi of Black Yellow Merit and other mysterious things.
"Wan'er, later, go with me to the Guang Han Sect to meet Senior Meng. Firstly, thank her for helping me contact and find my whereabouts all these years. Secondly, ask her to help me inform Xu Zhenjun, your grandmaster, and Zhenren Linló of my return to the sect, so that they won't be in danger because of me." Shi Xuan was very touched when he learned about the efforts the sect had made for him all these years. As for Meng Nishang's help, he had to personally thank her.
His Primordial Sense casually shrouded the sect. Shi Xuan suddenly found that Ming Qingyue was in the sect, and she had the cultivation of Yin Spirit. Therefore, he thought about it and carefully calculated for her. Then, he invited her to his cave residence later.
Chu Wan'er was dressed in white, like a lotus in the water. She was 15 or 16 years old and looked pure and charming. At this time, she was walking side by side with Qing Suo in the emerald green dress behind Shi Xuan, like a pair of sisters.
After listening to Shi Xuan, she smiled softly and said, "Actually, before you came back, Wan'er was ready to go to the Guang Han Sect in a few days. Master, are you going back to the cave residence first? Ao Gu, that lazy dragon, is sleeping soundly again. Hehe, ever since Qing Suo recovered most of her strength, he has been bullied by Qing Suo very badly. "
Qing Suo didn't show his monkey face, but he winked at Chu Wan 'er and bared his teeth. "Master, I'm just teasing Ao Gu, I didn't go too far!" He said, "That's all!"
Seeing how much Qing Suo respected and feared him, Shi Xuan was a little surprised. Before this monkey's strength had recovered, it was still loyal and respectful, but it wasn't too afraid of him. Why would there be such a huge change now?
The recovering Zi Ying Sword in Shi Xuan's soul seemed to sense Shi Xuan's surprise. It interrupted with a smile, "Qing Suo, this monkey's probably about to go through its second blight. It needs master's power, which is why it's keeping its monkey nature in check. It's very obedient to you."
With Zi Ying's words, Shi Xuan came to a realisation. Before the Great Calamity, the Qing Suo's third restriction should have been close to being refined. A million years had passed, so even though it was heavily injured, the third restriction should have been complete for over a hundred thousand years. Coupled with the fact that it had accepted a master, even if it was not refined by him, it would still descend faster than ordinary divine spiritual treasures. As a result, the decay of its second Celestial's Blight restriction was indeed fast.
"Qing Suo, how much longer until your second blight?" Shi Xuan said calmly, as if he was just asking casually.
However, Qing Suo jumped in fright. Her face immediately became fluffy, "Master, y- you know?" Clearly, she did not think that Shi Xuan would see through her thoughts so quickly. Afterwards, she scratched her head and said, "I- probably three or four thousand years of blight is about to descend."
Shi Xuan became slightly embarrassed. He thought that the Zi Ying Sword was referring to a few decades when it said that the blight would arrive soon, so he forgot about the nature of the blight. It was only relatively fast. Three or four thousand years was equivalent to thirty or forty years for human cultivators. As a result, he nodded gently, "I understand. I'll help you when the time comes."
Qing Suo's monkey face immediately beamed. She searched her body and found a bright, red fruit that gave off a sweet fragrance. She passed it to Shi Xuan, "Master, I found this when I went out for a stroll a few years ago. Although it's not a spiritual fruit of the world, it can extend your life and clear your mind. It's also very delicious!" She seemed to be quite reluctant to part with it and was drooling over it. It seemed like she originally wanted to hide it and enjoy it slowly, but now she was reluctantly offering it to her master to show her loyalty.
"You monkey head, you can keep it for yourself," Shi Xuan scolded jokingly after seeing Qing Suo's behavior. Who would steal a fruit from their own monkey?
As they spoke, the three of them arrived above Shi Xuan's dwelling on the Phecda Peak. Afterwards, they saw the door open and Ao Gu poke his head out. He looked around and immediately leapt out after seeing that there was no one else. He seemed to be taking this opportunity to seek refuge.
"Qing Suo, H- why are you back?" Ao Gu took a few steps back in fright. When he saw Shi Xuan, he immediately burst into tears, "Master, y- you're finally back!"
Shi Xuan comforted Ao Gu with a smile, while Qing Suo stood behind Shi Xuan obediently. She did not say anything.
…
After bringing Chu Wan'er and Qing Suo to visit Meng Nishang in the Guang Han Sect, Shi Xuan quickly returned to the sect.
During this meeting, apart from expressing her gratitude with the energy of the nine underworlds and contacting Mo Yuan and the others, Meng Nishang also briefly mentioned the matter of Lin Xuantong who occupied the Tianji City. It was a little more complicated than before, because the Celestial Immortal behind him still had a good friend who was also in Yu Yutian at the moment. When the time came, he might come to help, so they had to act separately.
"Time really passes by quickly. In the blink of an eye, it has been 1,300 years since Senior Meng entered the Celestial Being Realm. The aura that seems near but is actually far away is getting stronger and stronger. If we don't delay it, I'm afraid the calamity will descend in 1,000 years." Shi Xuan pressed the conveyance light and sighed to Chu Wan'er.
When one reached the Celestial Being Realm, the deeper one's understanding of the Great Way and the more compatible one was with it, the faster one's cultivation would be, and the faster one's cultivation would be. And Meng Nishang's accumulation in this aspect was very strong, and her foundation was very solid. According to her, 400 years ago, she had cultivated most of the Taiyin and Ice and Snow celestial techniques to the fifth level. Compared to some Celestial Immortals who had reached the calamity descend, they only had two or three celestial techniques that matched their realm. It was really incomparable.
Chu Wan'er had some admiration and yearning for Meng Nishang. "Yes, Senior Meng also joined hands with others to explore the outer area of the West Wilderness more than 300 years ago. Although they didn't find any cave, they were rare Immortals who returned safely with only minor injuries. She was really amazing."
When they returned to the cave residence, Shi Xuan found that Ming Qingyue was already waiting inside. She was still wearing her favorite purple dress, and she was still so heroic and didn't look haggard at all. It seemed that not reaching the Primordial Spirit for more than 2,000 years did not cause any suffering.
"Seeing you like this, I'm relieved." Shi Xuan smiled and invited Ming Qingyue to sit down, and ordered Ao Gu to make tea.
Ming Qingyue smiled. "Shi Xuan, you are the same, easygoing and indifferent. Hehe, in fact, if you saw me a few hundred years earlier, I'm afraid you would be shocked and blurt out, 'This is definitely not the Ming Qingyue I know!' "
"What do you mean by that, Qingyue?" Shi Xuan took a sip of tea, and asked when he saw that Ming Qingyue didn't care about the torturous experience.
Ming Qingyue smiled and showed an expression of reminiscence. "For more than 1,000 years, I have been traveling in Yu Yutian, and I have met and heard of many cultivators. Some were from other sects, some were rogue cultivators, and I have been to the West Wilderness, the Demon Kingdom, and slowly entered the stage of being plagued by illusions. And since more than 600 years ago, among the cultivators I met and heard of, there were people who reached the Primordial Spirit one after another."
"So, when you compare yourself to yourself, you feel very disappointed. Is that why your Daoist heart is shaken? "Shi Xuan said lightly.
Ming Qingyue nodded slightly and smiled half-jokingly. "If they were all peerless geniuses like you, Shi Xuan, I would naturally be happy from the bottom of my heart, and there wouldn't be any ripples in my heart. But among these cultivators who reached the Primordial Spirit, there are only one or two who are comparable to me in terms of talent, Daoist heart, tempering, and firmness. As for the others who clearly felt that they were far inferior to me, there were still quite a few who reached the Primordial Spirit. It doesn't matter if they were fated to become Heavenly Immortals or Perfected Monarchs, or they encountered opportunities by chance, or they took shortcuts such as Primordial Spirit of Heretic Path or Deification. "
"I often asked myself at that time. Was my path wrong? Was the martial art I chose extremely difficult to reach the Primordial Spirit? Was it because of the Black Dragon bloodline in my body? They were clearly inferior to me, and their Daoist heart was very ordinary. Their tempering was far less than mine, but why did they still catch up with me step by step, and even surpassed me, becoming the Primordial Spirit Zhenren admired by the world? " A layer of mist appeared in Ming Qingyue's eyes, reflecting her extraordinarily beautiful eyes. Obviously, the suffering of those years left a deep impression in her memory.
Since it was a casual conversation after the event, Shi Xuan naturally did not hold back and said, "Other than those who took shortcuts, the others who could reach the Primordial Spirit must have their own merits. It's just that you, Qingyue, didn't see it at that time."
"I've always known this truth, and now it's even clearer and firmer. However, at that time, it was as if I was bewitched by the devil, filled with jealousy and inferiority. In addition, I was always haunted by falsehood, so I couldn't control myself. I felt that it was the martial art that held me back, and it was the Black Dragon bloodline that held me back, "Ming Qingyue sighed and said.
"Later on, there was my father's unsuccessful search for Pure Yang treasures, and he gave up on Dao. He relied on Deification to enjoy a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, and my mother only envied mandarin ducks and not celestials. The example I had since my childhood suddenly collapsed, and it made me full of doubts about whether I could continue on the path of Dao. Therefore, I thought of reincarnating in advance, to get rid of the Black Dragon bloodline in my body, and to transfer to the Shenxiao True Technique. "
Shi Xuan smiled softly and said, "However, it seems that you couldn't put it into action in the end, Qingyue?" After such a torment, if Ming Qingyue could still persevere, then she would be able to become a Primordial Spirit.
Ming Qingyue took a sip of tea and calmed her mood, "After returning to the sect, I wanted to exchange for a chance to be reincarnated several times, but I was stopped at Dubhe Peak. There seemed to be a kind of power in the torment that stopped me from stepping on it. I asked myself, if I didn't have the Black Dragon bloodline, it would have been difficult for me to advance into the Spirit Realm when I was still in the Qi Gatherer Period. Moreover, after comparing many thunder techniques, excluding the bloodline factor, I felt that I liked the Star River True Technique from the bottom of my heart. I liked the power of water, the power of stars, and the power of time."
"In the midst of the torment, my father sent me an ancient book, which he obtained when he was traveling outside. It specifically recorded the lives of many seniors who had achieved the Primordial Spirit of the orthodox Daoism. Although it wasn't very detailed, it could be seen from the few words that they had walked on this path, how difficult it was for them to walk on this path. They had witnessed the success of others countless times, and were repeatedly ridiculed and bullied, but they all persevered without hesitation, and finally achieved the Primordial Spirit."
"Therefore, my mood gradually calmed down, and from this calmness, a kind of power was born, and I got rid of the torment one by one. What did others have to do with me? And since the seniors could do it, why can't I?! What kind of bloodline it is, is definitely not something that should be considered when achieving the Primordial Spirit! "
At the last sentence, Ming Qingyue smiled slightly, but it was like a hundred flowers blooming, dazzling and dazzling.
Shi Xuan clapped his hands and laughed, "This is called the heart will remain the same even after a thousand setbacks. Haven't you shown this intention since the day you and I met? It's just that compared to then, you have less inferiority complex towards the bloodline of the Black Dragon. "
Ming Qingyue was stunned, and her life experiences surfaced in her mind. After so many years, it turned out that her path had never changed, no matter how much inferiority complex, how much suffering, how much hesitation she had! She had only become indifferent to her obsessions!
She laughed softly, laughing to the point where tears rolled down her cheeks. Small and cute dragon horns appeared on her head. She was magnanimous, doing as she pleased. Gradually, her body overflowed with radiance, water rippling, containing endless starlight, wrapping her within.
"Miss, Miss Ming stepped into the hidden door of life and death just like that?" Black Dragon Ao Gu, who was standing at the side, opened his mouth wide and said in disbelief. He was considered Ming Qingyue's cousin, so he didn't follow Shi Xuan's disciples, servants, and primordial spirits to call Ming Qingyue Uncle-Master. Qing Suo, on the other hand, was not surprised at all as she chewed on a spiritual fruit that she had taken out of nowhere.
Shi Xuan smiled in relief and said, "When I was calculating for her, I found that her accumulation was incomparably vigorous, and it was already enough. She just lacked the final step. Even without my reminder, in the next few hundred years, it would be extremely easy for her to encounter the opportunity."
Sensing the movement in Shi Xuan's abode, Xie Fangwei, Chu Wan 'er, and Yang Zongzhi all probed with their Primordial Senses. Only Zhenren Jiang, who was in closed-door training and eliminating the interference, did not feel anything. After he understood what was going on, he was happy for Ming Qingyue, a Yin Spirit that had accumulated over two thousand years of experience.
A loud bang sounded in the unseen world. Ming Qingyue's Yin Spirit, along with the ripples of starlight that enveloped her, disappeared on the spot. Then, the world outside changed, and a storm started. Bits of bright starlight, azure water, and colorless time suddenly appeared. They blended with the laws of heaven and earth, and quickly gathered together, condensing into the image of a Primordial Spirit that was hundreds of feet tall.
There were small black dragon horns on her head, on which talisman characters were densely packed, profound and mysterious. She wore a purple robe that was elegant and dignified. Her face was beautiful, and she was full of heroic spirit. It was Ming Qingyue, but compared to before, she was much more free, confident, and determined.
Ming Qingyue's Primordial Spirit gradually shrunk, and then she bowed deeply to Shi Xuan. Her joy and gratitude were overflowing. Shi Xuan did not stand on ceremony and accepted it with a smile. However, he did not say anything unnecessary. With the friendship between the two, naturally, silence spoke louder than words, and everything was expressed without words.
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Thirty-nine years later, in the Tianji House of Tianji City in the West Wilderness.
Compared to before, the current Tianji City had a more somber atmosphere. Above the city, dark green clouds rolled, and the atmosphere was very terrifying. Even a Three-tribulation Yang God Zhenren would not be able to break this protective formation.
However, the protective formation was opened at the city gate to welcome the cultivators who came to congratulate them. The horizontal plaque on the city gate tower had been changed from Tianji City to Voodoo Sect.
The original main hall of the Tianji House was decorated magnificently, decorated with colorful lanterns and golden flowers. Dense Qi circulated. The Tianji List that had been placed here had long been moved elsewhere. However, the cultivators who came to the main hall had a cold, evil, and creepy feeling in their hearts. This was the characteristic of the Voodoo Sect.
Inside the main hall, there were many tables, but very few cultivators were seated. The few Primordial Soul Zhenren were itinerant cultivators and came from small sects. They more or less had the shadows of other Celestial Immortals and Perfected Lords behind them. As for the dozens of others, they were high-level itinerant cultivators who did not have a good life, and they all had different purposes.
"There are so few people here. Are they so afraid of Perfected Lord Meng of the Guang Han Sect? Perfected Master Lin also has the support of a Celestial Immortal! "An old woman with wrinkles that could squash mosquitoes looked around and said disdainfully.
The young Yin God Venerable sitting next to her was not so calm. He communicated with the old woman with his divine sense. "But according to the secret news I heard, Penglai has a Sect Guarding Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, which is equivalent to a Celestial Immortal. Although the Perfected Lord behind Perfected Master Lin is powerful, I'm afraid two fists can't defeat four hands."
The matter of Shi Xuan using the Green Suo Sword to kill a Three Tribulations Yang God Venerable was not a secret among the Celestial Immortals and Perfected Masters. However, to the Jindan and Yin Gods, it was an extremely secretive matter.
"Then why are you here? Aren't you afraid of being killed by the Guang Han Sect and Penglai? "The old woman smiled and looked at the young Yin God Venerable with her wrinkles trembling.
The young Yin God Venerable smiled bitterly. "There's no other way. If I want to take a step forward, I can only choose to rely on the Voodoo Sect and take a gamble. After all, with the support of a Celestial Immortal, no matter what, I can still defend!"
"Then let me tell you, Perfected Lord Curse Spring has a good friend, Jing Mingzi, who is also a Celestial Immortal. He is in the depths of West Wilderness. Today, he will come to help, which will definitely make the Guang Han Sect and Penglai lose a lot of face. After all, under the situation that Penglai does not have a Celestial Immortal controlling the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure before the Third Decay, it is weaker than a Perfected Lord of the same level." The old woman and Lin Xuantong were childhood friends. She whispered to him about the preparations of the Voodoo Sect.
The young Yin God Venerable's face lit up when he heard this. He was right to come this time!
The few Primordial Spirit Venerables laughed and chatted. They were only here to observe the attitude and confidence of Yu Yutian and the other major sects. They would not interfere in this matter, so they were very relaxed.
In the back hall, Lin Xuantong was wearing clothes made of linen. His hair was disheveled but not dirty. Together with his handsome face, there was a strange sense of beauty. He was respectfully talking to an old man in front of him who was also wearing linen clothes, but his hair was tied in a dark green knot with a dark green hairpin. He said, "Master, Senior Jing Mingzi has not arrived yet. Should we start on time?"
"Don't worry. He always arrives at the last moment. Besides, how can I not have other preparations?" Perfected Lord Curse Spring smiled lightly. "I have already asked a Daoist friend of a major sect to borrow her Heavenly Spiritual Treasure. Although she has not gone through the Third Decay, it is enough."
Lin Xuantong was completely relieved this time. He closed his eyes and waited for the time to come.
…
In the clouds above Tianji City, there was an immortal palace surrounded by white clouds. The words "Hall of Ten Thousand Immortals" were written on the horizontal board at the front door. Inside were the Venerables of the seven major sects in Yu Yutian. They did not have the ability to interfere and could only use the Hall of Ten Thousand Immortals to observe the progress of the matter.
"I heard that Perfected Lord Curse Spring has invited a good friend, Jing Mingzi, to come and help. I wonder if Perfected Lord Meng knows about it?" The Hundred Herbs Venerable of Medicine King Sect, Mu Weijun, looked at Wu Yuee of Guang Han Sect worriedly.
Wu Yuee smiled and said, "Senior Shi has already brought the Qing Chen Sword to stop Jing Mingzi. I think he won't be able to reach Tianji City."
The Venerables nodded. Even if the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure was slightly weaker than a Venerable of the same level, it would not be a problem as long as the other party did not fight with his life. Moreover, the Purple and Green Dual Swords had disappeared together!
Only Qiao Mubai thought to himself, according to the Great Boundless Flying Sword, the Qing Chen Sword was a Heavenly Spiritual Treasure. Even if it had not recovered its strength, it was on par with an ordinary Celestial Immortal, not to mention that it could be used with Shi Xuan's attainments in swordsmanship.
His Great Boundless Flying Sword was not far from the fourth Heavenly Punishment.
"Venerables, the Qing Chen Sword has changed its name. It's called Qing Suo for the purpose of rebirth." Chu Wan 'er interrupted with a smile. She was in a good mood. Although Perfected Jiang was a little forced thirty years ago, he still successfully passed the third Heavenly Punishment and was stabilizing his realm.
The Venerables smiled. They had never seen a Heavenly Spiritual Treasure change its name. Then Ge Huangting of Xiaoyao Sect asked, "So, Perfected Lord Meng came to visit alone?"
"Grandmaster guessed that Perfected Lord Curse Spring would stop her outside the city, so the one who came to visit was another low-profile One-tribulation Yang God Perfected Master. He was related to a Perfected Master from the Alliance of Itinerant Cultivators who died tragically. He was half a master of that Perfected Master, so he was the most suitable candidate. Hehe, speaking of which, he is also related to you, Perfected Qiao, "Wu Yuee looked at Qiao Mubai with a smile.
Qiao Mubai's handsome face was blank. He had no idea who it was, and so did the other Perfected Masters.
…
A bright beam of light flew out from the yellow sand in the outer area of West Barren at a high speed. Just when it was about to reach Tianji City, a green sword light flashed and a sharp aura burst out. The entire place was filled with dense sword aura. Every single sword light seemed to come from the sky, they were ethereal and untraceable, but they were extremely sharp.
The yellow sand sky turned dark instantly. The sword light turned into beautiful stars and rose up. They surrounded the Imperial Star of Myrtle and formed a mysterious formation, trapping Jing Mingzi in it. White Tiger, White Rainbow, Green Dragon, and the others attacked from all directions. Moreover, this sword formation had a trace of ethereal green sword light, which made it even more mysterious and dangerous.
After being reminded by Perfected Lord Curse Spring, Jing Mingzi was prepared. However, he did not expect the opponent's sword technique to be so strong. It was similar to the sword technique of a Divine Immortal who was not a sword cultivator. The opponent was able to unleash the full power of the flying sword.
A treasured mirror of clear light appeared behind his head, emitting endless rays of light. It shone on the heavens and shone on the earth's core. Within the rays of light, the misty sword light completely appeared and became very heavy. Unfortunately, Jing Ming Zi was half a beat slower. He saw the stars in the sky twinkling, the bright rays penetrating through the nine heavens, causing his entire body to feel as if the sky and earth were spinning and the time and space were changing.
Although he was protected by his Natal Numinous Treasure, the Dim Candle Mirror, he was not hurt. However, when the sky full of stars disappeared and the green sword light disappeared, Jing Mingzi became even more serious. He was in a strange world. The scenery was strange and spectacular. Above him were multi-colored thunderclouds, and below him were tens of thousands of miles of ice. The laws of heaven and earth were suppressing and weakening him.
On the tallest ice peak, a young Zhenren dressed in a plain green Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged. Beside him stood a young girl dressed in emerald green robes, boiling tea and distributing water. In front of him was an ordinary table. He smiled faintly and said, "True Lord Jing Mingzi, why fight to the death for the Cursed Spring? On such a beautiful day, why don't we have a cup of tea and chat for a while?" Since he could oppress others with his power, Shi Xuan naturally would not risk his life for nothing.
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