After Elder Mo left, he opened up his acupoints and stimulated the blood Qi in his body. In a split second, the pattern carved on his body by the country's Xuan teachers seemed to come to life. It turned into a red glow and wrapped around him. He suddenly broke through the clouds and flew towards a direction with unparalleled speed.
A day later, he returned to Shen Fang Country which was thousands of miles away. At this moment, the pattern had already dimmed. The original bright color had turned grey, as though his body was covered with a layer of dust.
He sighed, "This talisman inscription fruit is a good item. Just Just Now, my flying speed is comparable to that of a spiritual Xuan cultivator. This time, I will definitely be able to obtain quite a bit of blood medicine before everyone else. Should I try to inscribe some more on me next time …"
But when he thought of the Xuan teachers in Pure Wind Academy and the price they had to pay, he couldn't help but sigh, "There are still too few Xuan teachers in my Black Cloak Platform. Otherwise, I can ask them to help me."
In Shenfang Country, there were four major academies, namely the Black Robe Stage, the Plain Wind Stage, the Plucking Stage, and the War Stage. Each academy had a Great Mystic cultivator in charge, but each had a different role. The Black Robe Stage was good at assassination and investigation, the War Stage was good at fighting and killing, the Plucking Stage was good at studying medicine, and the Plain Wind Stage was good at drawing talismans.
The four academies weren't separated. There were Xuan teachers in Black Cloak Platform too. However, most of them were kept by the Palace Master, and ordinary students wouldn't be able to see them.
Just as he was thinking, a huge city appeared in front of him. This city stood on the plains of Ping Yang. Its back was against the moat, and its south was against the white water. The palaces were majestic and huge. There were six hills and eight ponds in the city, as well as thirteen large platforms. Outside the city, there were countless Li Palaces.
He didn't enter the city. After taking a few glances, his body slowly floated down and arrived in front of a Li Palace.
At this point, there was no longer any need for him to conceal his identity. He moved out the blood qi that was originally hidden deep within his marrow. His eyes turned from turbid to clear, and his withered white hair slowly turned back to black. His skinny figure also gradually became plump and tall. All of this happened in an instant. In an instant, he was still in the prime of his life.
The attendant at the door saw him and bowed, "Student Wen is back."
"Wen" was his original name, and "Mo" referred to his studies at the Black Garment Platform. Only after reaching the Orifice Opening State could one be called a "student". But even then, one would not be a palace master and would not be able to teach on stage. He would still be a student servant.
Mowen took out the token and showed it to him. He then entered the Li Palace, walked past the front court, ascended the steps, and took off his shoes. A maid came over and led him to a pool of hot water. First, he combed his hair and removed the tattoos, then he used medicinal water to peel off the layers of tattoos on his body. Afterwards, he bathed and changed into a black gown.
At this time, there were attendants leading the way. He was brought to the front of a stone pavilion. The bricks and stones on the ground here were polished and smooth, and there were dozens of 'Golden Bird Pecking the Sun' braziers hanging on the ceiling, illuminating the golden ponds on both sides abnormally bright. The front was actually a large lacquer wall, on which was painted the Wind Star Mysterious Dragon.
At this point, his expression turned solemn. He clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "School's ink text. I have received an imperial order to leave the sect. My armor has returned to the order. Respectfully, please examine it. "
He raised an exquisitely polished piece of armor high up in the air, and someone immediately came forward to receive it. After passing by a stone screen, the piece of armor was hung on a large wall. It could be seen that there was a large diagram of a tortoise shell there, made up of thousands of pieces of armor strung together. However, at this moment, there were still dozens of pieces missing on one corner.
Mowen waited for a while. An elder in a black robe walked in front of him. He couldn't help but raise his head to take a look, then hurriedly bowed and said, "School's ink text greets Palace Teacher Jie."
The elder's expression was solemn, and he said, "School's ink text, you are the first person to return to hand in the order. The Palace Teacher wants to see you. Follow me." As he said this, he turned around and left.
Mowen's body trembled, and he bowed. "Yes." He hurriedly took a few steps and followed the elder's footsteps.
A day passed. In the sky above the Eastern Wasteland's North Sea, floating islands and flying peaks with palaces and halls had already risen, surrounding the Heaven Mending Formation.
These things were all brought over from the East Flower Continent by the many small sects of East Flower, and they had the right to use them as a place to stay.
Although the cultivation of this group of cultivators was not high, with the Heaven Mending Formation behind them, they were not afraid of being attacked by external enemies.
Zhang Yan sat in a hall. As the dozen or so Shaoqing disciples returned, he had already gradually gained some understanding of the surrounding situation.
This world was also a barren land, where humans, demons, and monsters were everywhere, and there were innumerable strange creatures.
The place under his feet was called the Eastern Wasteland. Just this place alone was several times larger than the nine continents, and after heading east to the sea, there seemed to be no end.
In this desolate land, the various countries of the human path only curled up in a small area and lived. Most of them were occupied by demons and monsters. There were even a few tribes that were similar to humans, and they treated humans as livestock and slaves. Every once in a while, they would charge into the various countries of the Eastern Wasteland to plunder wantonly.
Fortunately, the various countries had the support of those Mystic cultivators, and they were not completely powerless to fight back. In most situations, they could gain the upper hand against a certain foreign race.
However, because the number of foreign races far exceeded that of the hundred countries, some of the feudal lords in the outer borders had no choice but to marry with the foreign races to quell the war.
And that was only on the surface. In the Eastern Wasteland, there were many ancient demons and great sages. If such great demons came to stir up trouble, the various countries of the Eastern Wasteland could just barely stop them. However, if there were too many Mystic cultivators in the countries, not to mention fighting with the foreign races, they might even be annexed by other countries. Therefore, they would offer a small sacrifice to these demons every hundred years, and a big sacrifice every thousand years. All they wanted was stability.
All in all, the countries of the human path in the Mountain and Sea Realm were on the weaker side, and could even be in danger of being destroyed at any time. They could not be compared to the nine continents.
He thought for a moment, then thought, "Perhaps we can start from here."
He gathered his divine will and discussed it with the two sect masters Qin and Yue. After a moment, he retreated and instructed his subordinates, "Invite Spiritual Master Ning, Tao Zhenren, and Spiritual Master Wen of the Blood Soul Sect here."
Not long after, Ning Chongxuan, Tao Zhenhong, and Wen Qingxiang came into the pagoda.
After greeting them, Zhang Yan invited them to take a seat and threw three jade scrolls to them. He said, "These contain the general situation of the Eastern Wasteland. Please take a look."
After the three of them looked at it, Ning Chongxuan said, "Hall Master summoned me here, so you must have a countermeasure. What should I do later?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "After all, the cultivators of the nine continents came from another world. We are not natives of this place. If we invade the land as soon as we arrive, we will inevitably become the enemy of the living beings of this world. If we can form a good relationship with one side, we can gain a righteous reputation, and it will be much more convenient for us in the future."
Tao Zhenren said, "Does Spiritual Master want to form a good relationship with the countries of the Eastern Wasteland?"
Zhang Yan nodded and said, "The demons and monsters are different. They are innately incompatible with me, but they occupy more than half of the territory of the Eastern Wasteland. If I want to rebuild my sect here, I can't avoid them. The cultivators of the nine continents and the countries of the Eastern Wasteland are of the same race. If we can get help from each other, it will be beneficial for both sides. However, I am not familiar with the countries of the Eastern Wasteland. If I go looking for them rashly, they will be suspicious and won't let me go easily."
The three of them agreed. If they were in the nine continents, if someone came from the outer world, even if they did not say anything, they would be cautious. Back then, the cultivators of the outer world had to go through several debates and stay for hundreds and thousands of years before they were gradually accepted by the cultivators of the West Continent.
Zhang Yan looked at the three of them and said, "So if I want to form a good relationship with them, I need to show my sincerity first."
Ning Chong Xuan pondered, a cold light appeared in his eyes and said, "Ancient demons."
Zhang Yan nodded with a smile and said, "If I can send an ancient demon, the countries of the Eastern Wasteland will show my sincerity."
He shook his sleeve and three talismans floated out. "This is the place of the two ancient demons in the Eastern Wasteland. The three of you can try to get them."
Speaking of this, he looked at the three of them and said, "The ability of the ancient demons is not below that of the ordinary Grotto-Heaven cultivators. The three of you have not fully recovered your mana. If you need to borrow any enchanted weapons for this battle, you can tell me first. I can find a way to transfer them."
Ning Chong Xuan and Tao Zhenren did not say anything. They had their own enchanted weapons and did not need to bring more.
Wen Qingxiang cupped his hands and said, "Hallmaster Zhang, can you grant me the Blood God Waterfall?"
Zhang Yan did not refuse. With a wave of his sleeve, a blood light gushed out and said, "Zhenren Wen, this treasure can be returned to your Xueshuo Sect first. I hope you can put in effort in this matter."
This treasure could only be used by the Xueshuo Sect and was useless to him. Now that the Xueshuo Sect and the Demon Sect were both cultivators of the Nine Continents, they needed to work together against external enemies. If he returned it, it could play a greater role.
Wen Qingxiang thanked him and said solemnly, "I dare not not do my best!"
Zhang Yan said indifferently, "The two sect masters are collecting the Purple Pure Spiritual Vigor above the Firmament. If the three of you can do this well, you will be rewarded."
The three of them were excited. The Purple Pure Spiritual Vigor was used by Mortal Metamorphosis cultivators for daily cultivation. If it was refined by them, it could be used by the Grotto-Heaven cultivators. If they could get this Qi from time to time, their cultivation progress would be much faster.
At this point, Zhang Yan had already explained everything that needed to be said. He raised his hand and the three of them stood up and bowed before taking their leave.
After arranging this matter, he was free for the time being and began to think about his own cultivation.
Although his strength path was now at the sixth transformation realm, he would not give up on qi path because of this. There was an inexhaustible amount of pure purple spiritual vigor here, it was easy for him to use the sixth transformation realm of strength path to absorb this qi. He believed that he would soon be able to break through the later barriers and cultivate to the Nascent Embryo realm. The road to mortal transformation could be said to be extremely smooth.
When he reached the Mortal Metamorphosis realm, if the Purple Pure Spiritual Vigor was scarce, he could live up to 9,000 years. But if the Qi was abundant, it was not difficult to live up to 10,000 years. That was why the prayers of the junior disciples had the saying "Long live ten thousand years".
As for going further up …
While he was thinking, suddenly there was a rumble of thunder outside, and then there was a heavy downpour.
This was the first time he saw rain in this world. It was indeed a barren land. The rain was like the water of the four seas pouring down.
His eyes flashed. The countries of the Eastern Wilderness not only had to resist the demons and foreign races, but also had to face the natural Weili from time to time. The pressure of survival was unimaginable. But this was not necessarily a bad thing. The alliance might be easier to achieve than he had thought.
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