In a certain island in the Frost Jade Ocean Continent, the Shanyang Clan's envoys were imprisoned.
Yang Yansheng was imprisoned in an underground stone dungeon. When he was captured by the Shaoqing disciples, he did not resist much, so he did not have a restriction placed on him like the rest of the envoys.
He tried to transform into an ethereal body to see if he could get out of this place. He did not do it to escape, but to test the techniques of these cultivators from beyond the heavens. However, he found out that he was blocked by an invisible barrier, which surprised him and made him even more eager to learn this technique.
Three days later, he was summoned to a green-robed cultivator.
Yang Yansheng bowed to the green-robed cultivator according to the etiquette, which was quite decent.
The green-robed cultivator was slightly surprised, but then he smiled and said, "Interesting, interesting."
Over the past few days, he had met many people from the Shanyang Clan's diplomatic mission. However, whenever he asked a question, they would either tremble in fear and speak incoherently, or their faces were filled with hatred and they refused to speak. As for this group of people, he couldn't be bothered with them and threw them aside. He would ask the disciples of the Ling Sect to come and interrogate their souls.
He asked, "What's your name? How old are you, and which Shanyang Clan are you from? "
Yang Yansheng answered truthfully.
As for the next few questions, he was unusually cooperative. He answered whatever he was asked without holding anything back.
However, he was only a lowly person after all, and his knowledge was limited. But even so, the green-robed cultivator was very satisfied, and finally waved his hand, "Take him away, don't treat him harshly."
Yang Yansheng stood still, he gritted his teeth, bowed and said, "Sir, I want to learn from you, I wonder if you can accept me?"
The green-robed cultivator was a little surprised, "You mean you want to become a disciple of the Nine Continents?"
Yang Yansheng nodded seriously, his eyes were filled with sincerity.
The green-robed cultivator looked at him carefully, and suddenly smiled. He said, "I can't make the decision on this matter, so I'll bring you to see someone. Whether it succeeds or not, it all depends on this person."
After that. With a flick of his sleeves, he swept him over and left.
Yang Yansheng first felt dizzy, when he woke up, he found himself in front of a hut.
The green-robed cultivator said, "Wait here."
Yang Yansheng nodded. They stood obediently outside the room.
After a while, the green-robed cultivator came out again and said to him, "Go in."
Yang Yansheng walked in with a perturbed heart.
Zhou Xuan was sitting behind the table, flipping through the bamboo slips brought by the Shanyang Envoy Group. Different from ordinary demons, the Shanyang Clan had their own language, which usually contained useful information.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside. He didn't raise his head and continued to flip through the bamboo slips. He asked, "So, you want to be a disciple of my Nine Regions?"
"Yes," Yang Yansheng replied.
Zhou Xuan tossed the bamboo slip aside and looked at him. He asked, "You're a member of the Shan Yang Clan, and you're not one of those branded slaves. Why do you want to be my disciple?"
Yang Yansheng clenched his fists and said, "I'm a member of the Shan Yang Clan, but in the eyes of the Upper Six Tribes, I'm just a lowly peasant. I don't want to be a lowly peasant anymore."
Zhou Xuan could tell that there was a story behind this young man, but he didn't want to delve into it. After looking at him for a while, he said, "I can give you a chance."
Yang Yansheng was stunned. He didn't expect it to be so easy.
Zhou Xuan threw a talisman to him and said, "Take this talisman. Head east and find a place where birds live. Someone will come and teach you the way of cultivation. "
Yang Yansheng caught it and held it tightly in his hand. He bowed and said, "Thank you, Great Zhen."
Zhou Xuan waved his hand at him.
Yang Yansheng bowed again. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and left the hut.
Zhou Xuan didn't take it to heart and continued to flip through the bamboo slips. At this moment, a disciple who was serving at the side said, "Teacher, are you really going to let him join the Nine Regions?"
Zhou Xuan said, "Of course."
The disciple hesitated and said, "He's a member of the Shan Yang Clan. Do you want to see? "
Zhou Xuan's movements paused and looked over, "What do you think we should do with him?"
The disciple said without hesitation, "Since he's an enemy, then we should just kill him. This way, we won't leave any future troubles."
Zhou Xuan shook his head and laughed, "You are thinking too simply. If all living beings in the world are against me, then we should just kill them all? By then, who's going to pick herbs for you? Who's going to farm for you? Who's going to make clothes for you? Who's going to drive the chariots for you? Who's going to build the buildings for you? "
When a cultivator reached a high level, he could be self-sufficient with just a breath of spiritual Qi in his body. To them, these things weren't essential. If they were in a mood, they could just use their magic power and divine arts to transform them. But it was different for the junior disciples. They needed food and clothing, and they needed to wear luxurious clothes. These couldn't be obtained out of thin air.
In the Nine Regions, some of the things that the junior disciples needed were provided by the lower countries, some were provided by the cultivator's own clan, and some were given by the sect.
The disciple was startled, and he said thoughtfully, "Teacher, are you planning to turn the Shanyang Clan into my own?"
Zhou Xuan said meaningfully, "In the Shanyang Clan, only the six upper divisions are considered noble, and the thirty-six lower divisions are just lowly commoners. They were born with nothing, and this hierarchy was learned from the Heavenly Ghost Clan in the West Sky Desolate Domain. If I can give them a chance to turn the tables, how do you think they will choose?"
The disciple was enlightened, and he said in admiration, "Teacher, you have great foresight, but I'm foolish. Just Now, I understand the meaning behind your words."
Zhou Xuan shook his head, and he said in a self-deprecating tone, "I can only think about these things. If it wasn't for the fact that I have no hope of achieving Dao in this life, why would I think about these things?"
At this moment, another cultivator came in, and he bowed and said, "Enlightened Master, Fanli Qing is here to see you."
Zhou Xuan acknowledged, and he sat up straight, "Summon him in."
A moment later, Fanli Qing walked in, but he didn't look good.
Zhou Xuan smiled, "Have you thought it through?"
Fanli Qing smiled bitterly, "Since you have a secret technique to search my memories, why do you have to force me to write it down?"
Zhou Xuan smiled, "Vice Envoy, you should know the difference."
Fanli Qing was helpless, and he sighed, "Saber and brush."
Zhou Xuan gestured, and a disciple brought the saber, brush, and bone board over.
After Fanli Qing took it, he gritted his teeth and wrote down all the secrets he knew one by one. When he was done, his spirit seemed to have been sucked out, and he became much more dispirited.
Zhou Xuan took a look, and he nodded. He ordered someone to keep it, and he said, "There's one more thing. Your Shanyang Clan doesn't know about this, can you try to delay the time when they find out?"
Fanli Qing hesitated for a moment. He said, "Zhu Chifang is the head envoy, and the clan needs his blood and Qi as a seal. I can only delay it for half a year at most, and any longer would be useless. The clan must be suspicious of me. "
Zhou Xuan said, "Half a year? Although it's not long, it's enough. Just do your best, Fanli Qing."
While the cultivators of Qincang were dealing with the Shanyang Clan's messengers, Zhang Yan left the Floating Heavenly Palace and headed southwest alone.
This time, he was going to eliminate the Radiant Brightness Demonic Forefather.
He glanced at the Mie Ming Demon Star in the sky. From Great Sage Qu Lian, he learned that the demons in the Mountain and Sea Realm had their own Heavenly Star. If the tribe thrived, the starlight would shine brightly. If the tribe perished, the starlight would dim. If the tribe perished, the starlight would no longer shine brightly.
Although the Radiant Brightness Demonic Star was dim, there was still a glimmer of light flickering faintly, as if it could shine again at any time.
That was because the Radiant Brightness Demonic Forefather was still alive, and he had a connection with the younger generation of the tribe. The Mie Ming Tribe might wake up from its long slumber at any time.
If it was just one demonic forefather, the sects of the Nine Continents were not afraid. However, if it colluded with other forces, such as the Shanyang Clan or the Heavenly Ghost, it would not be easy to deal with. Therefore, the earlier it was done, the safer it would be.
After leaving the Cold Jade Ocean Continent, he took out a Dharma Art and instantly broke through the void, arriving at an array disc.
This was a teleportation Dharma Artifact that Meng Zhen had left along the way when he was scouting. This was to make it easier for people to come here.
At this moment, Zhang Yan was only using the array disc to sense the spiritual opportunity, but he did not use it to travel. This Dharma Artifact could not withstand the heavy pressure of him and the Black Tortoise's aura.
After traveling for half a day, he finally arrived at the Earth Realm.
In front of him was a vast land that was one-third the size of the Cold Jade Ocean Continent. He could tell that this was not a natural phenomenon, but someone had used a great divine ability to move it from other places and then gather it together.
In his eyes, this land was bathed in a blood-red brilliance. This was the blood and qi barrier that the Luanming Demonic Forefather had left here.
If he wanted to find the Demonic Forefather, he would have to break this barrier. However, if he did that, it would be completely alarmed.
This blood and qi barrier was extremely vast. If he were to set up a formation here, the precious materials needed would be enough to set up several mountain gate formations. However, it was not worth it for a single Demonic Forefather.
However, since the Great Demonic Forefather was in a deep slumber, how could he not use this advantage?
After observing for a while, he sat down to regulate his breathing. Before long, the magic power that he had used up was completely restored.
He flipped his palm and took out the Dragon Soul Essence. In the Nine Continents, this item could control the water of the four seas. However, in the Mountain and Sea Realm, because of the difference in aura, it was not as useful.
However, he did not bring it with him to control the seawater, but to make it easier to control the Deep Abyss Heavy Water.
He poured his magic power into it, and a moment later, his body was surrounded by lightning. The door to the Mysterious Gate Paradise was wide open, and the Deep Abyss Heavy Water rushed out, turning into a river that circled around.
As the Dragon Soul Essence lit up, it dispersed and turned into droplets of heavy water that floated in the sky. Soon, they entered the clouds and rose higher and higher. Soon, they crossed the blood and Qi barrier and arrived above the Virtual Sky.
After setting up the water, he shook his sleeve and stood up, then silently circulated his magic power.
As his aura condensed, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble faintly. Then, a majestic aura pressed down, and the clouds above the dome dispersed, revealing the ancient void sky. Waves rolled above the Northern Cold Abyss, and the islands within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles collapsed and were swallowed by the turbulent waves.
The layers of blood and qi barrier swayed, looking like a candle in the wind, as if it would shatter at any moment.
With such a shocking momentum, even the Luanming Demonic Forefather, who was sleeping below the continent, showed signs of waking up.
Zhang Yan was not going to wait for him to wake up. Now that his magic power had reached its peak, he let out a loud roar and punched the continent in front of him!
(To be continued.)
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