When Zhang Yan went to the various Realms, that was only his will. His true body was still above the sea of vital energy, in the land of Yang fire and light, practicing cultivation.
He had benefited greatly from his battle with the Demonic cultivator. If he didn't understand the principles, he wouldn't be able to proceed. But once he understood them, he would be able to proceed smoothly.
It was just like when a normal person walked through thick and dense fog, and didn't dare to take a single step forward. However, if the main road was right under his feet, he could simply swing his arms and stride forward.
In the True Yang Realm, cultivators had countless thoughts. He could practice cultivation while looking around at the various Realms, unlike before, when he was completely unaware of what was going on in the outside world.
The Mountain and Sea Realm had some hidden dangers, but because he wasn't strong enough, he had been forced to ignore them. But now, his cultivation was different from before, and he could try to deal with them.
He stretched out his hand, causing a jade statue of a golden luan to fly toward him.
He had obtained it from the fallen palace city, and it had been crafted from a Demon bone. Years ago, Sect Leader Qin had speculated that the Demon bird's cultivation base was higher than theirs, but had never reached that level.
Now, he could see that his speculations had been correct. It was most likely a Demonic Devil who had cultivated the Dao of strength to the sixth stage, and thus posed no threat to the Mountain and Sea Realm. Even if it came looking for it, it would just be throwing its life away.
However, he now realized that he couldn't find the shadow of the Demon's past. That was interesting.
The Demon alone didn't have the ability to do so. Most likely, it was under the protection of some almighty being, or perhaps it was hiding somewhere, making it impossible for Meng Hao to find the root of the matter.
Regardless of which possibility it was, it was worth paying attention to.
Of course, if he tried to use the secret magic of the Patriarch, he would be able to find some clues. However, that would definitely alert the people or entities behind the scenes, and therefore, he didn't need to do that right now.
His thoughts racing, he descended into the Western Void, heading toward the location of the fallen palace city.
Because they were afraid of causing unnecessary movements, the sects of the Nine Continents did not make a move on this place. They only sent a lot of demon dragons to live here. On one hand, it was to kill the surrounding demons and devils, and on the other hand, it was to guard against foreign enemies.
Zhang Yan's figure flashed, and he was already inside the palace. He went straight to the Immortal Dao Imparting Diagram. On the diagram, the Immortal was sending a jade disc forward. The boy below was kneeling to receive it, and the phoenix was looking at it from the clouds.
When he came here all those years ago, he believed that this was to support and display the status of the phoenix bird, and that it was able to live high up in the clouds. But now that he looked at it again, he had a different feeling.
The phoenix wasn't above the Daoist, but it was coveting something on the Daoist's body.
Furthermore, there was a ring of golden light behind the Daoist's head. If this represented an ordinary divine ability, then it would be fine. However, if it meant something else, then it would have to be taken seriously.
After looking for a while, he retracted his gaze. With a thought, he landed in the back hall and walked toward a door.
Behind this place was a small world that was on the verge of collapse. Later, Qincang School felt that there was still some karma involved in this place, so they sent spiritual opportunities to maintain it, but they could only barely keep it from collapsing.
At this moment, as he walked over, the dilapidated appearance of the small world gradually disappeared, and all the damage and damage seemed to be smoothed by an invisible hand.
He came to a hill, and there sat a Daoist with long eyebrows that reached his temples. However, his eyes were closed, and his vitality had long been extinguished. This was Zuo Hong, a cultivator from Mount Qingjue. He had once left a letter here, asking someone to send his body back to the sect. When Zhang Yan saw this, he was afraid that this matter would bring trouble to the sect behind him, so he did not agree to it. But now, he could do it.
Furthermore, he also wanted to see what kind of power this Mount Qingjue, which was suspected to be connected to Taixuan Sect, was, and where he would meet with people.
Thus, just as he was about to make a move, an indescribable feeling appeared in his heart. He couldn't help but pay close attention to it. His eyes moved as if he had seen something. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Fine, since that's the case, I'll follow the will of the heavens."
After saying this, he did not stay there. He turned around and disappeared.
In the Void Primordial Sea, in an unknown world, the stars in the sky trembled endlessly, sometimes dim, and sometimes bright, as if they were about to be extinguished. Meteors fell from the sky, accompanied by fireworks. The land was in a state of desolation, as if the world could collapse at any time.
In the sky, there was a palace city that looked like a great mountain. In the highest hall, there were five Taoists sitting there, each of them exuding a powerful aura, but at this moment, all of them looked serious, and their brows were tightly furrowed.
In the middle of the crowd, there was a huge crystal mirror, and one could vaguely see countless cultivators fighting with demons and monsters. From time to time, there was a mysterious hole in the void after a powerful person was defeated. It was obvious that the battle was fierce.
One of them said in a heavy tone, "The invasion of the demons is very urgent. Now, there are already five Shangzhen who have been defeated. Deng Shangzhen has already brought people to support them."
Another person said hatefully, "This time, the demons have come in large numbers. It is clear that they want to destroy Mount Qingjue."
Among the five of them, there was a Taoist Daoren, whose hair was half white and half black, sitting in the main seat. He was dressed in a robe that covered the mountain. It was obvious that he was the person with the highest status here. Although he looked hale and hearty, deep in his eyes, there was a deep sense of fatigue. He said slowly, "Have the people who were sent to ask for help returned?"
A valiant Taoist bowed slightly, and said in a low voice, "Reporting to the Hill Master, there is no reply. It seems that, like before, there is no result."
The Taoist Daoren sighed softly. He looked up at the top of the hall, and there was a jade crystal that was shining brightly, but it looked like it was only the size of a grain of rice. He said, "Back then, the Patriarch set a time limit of one million years. Now that I think about it, the time limit has come. It seems that this place cannot be defended for much longer."
As if to coincide with what he said, at this moment, a falling star hit the top of the hall, and with a loud bang, the whole hall shook.
Everyone in the hall looked up with him, and when they saw that item, their gazes were unusually complicated.
Back then, when the Patriarch of Mount Qingjue saw that Bu Xutian was occupied by the demons, he wanted to take it back. However, in the end, when he saw that the demons were too powerful, he knew that it was impossible. Hence, he sacrificed himself and created a prohibition, and passed down this piece of Xuan Crystal of Enlightenment, to eliminate the incarnation of this generation's Qi, and to protect the people of Mount Qingjue from being infected.
For a million years, the cultivators of Mount Qingjue had joined forces with some of their fellow Daoists to block the demons' way out of the realm. During this period, many disciples had been sacrificed.
However, at this moment, he could no longer continue.
Someone in the hall said in a low voice, "Without the help of a True Yang mighty person, we can't do it with just us."
A young Taoist wearing a golden crown said angrily, "Back then, the Patriarch had visited a few of our fellow Daoists, but only a few responded. Now, the situation is different, and the collapse of the world is right in front of them, but they still ignore it. Do they really think that this fire will not burn them?"
Daoren looked at him and said, "Zhenren Lu, be careful with your words. How can you comment on the Lord's matters! It is our own wish to guard this place. I don't care about the others. "
A middle-aged Taoist on his left said in a loud voice, "Hill Master is right. It is the responsibility of Mount Qingjue to cut off the demons' way out of the realm. In order to protect our humanity, what's the big deal if everyone dies here?"
As they were talking, a disciple suddenly rushed into the hall.
A black-robed Taoist turned around and said unhappily, "What's the hurry?"
The disciple was agitated and said incoherently, "Hill Master, everyone, the Lord has lit up, the Nightmare Stone has lit up."
"What?"
The black-robed Daoren stood up subconsciously, his expression surprised and happy. He said, "It really is the Nightmare Stone. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
The disciple nodded and said, "I've checked it several times, I'm sure I'm not mistaken."
The old Daoist was also surprised. He closed his eyes and nodded. "That's right, the Nightmare Stone has indeed lit up."
The black-robed Taoist said with a trembling voice, "Doesn't this mean that there's another Yuan Zun in our humanity?"
The few people present were also excited, but at the same time, they were in disbelief.
Daoren thought for a while and said, "Ever since Bu Xu Tian was invaded, Zhou Huanyuan Jade was long gone. Yet, this one was able to achieve it. It's possible that he was brought out by a certain Bhadanta. No wonder the Patriarch said that there might be a turning point after a million years."
At this moment, a grey-robed Taoist on the east side said coldly, "Everyone, don't be too happy. If this one knew about this, he might not be willing to help us."
Everyone's heart sank when they heard this.
However, there were people who were not convinced and retorted, "How would we know if we don't try?"
Daoren thought for a while and finally raised his hand to press down, indicating that there was no need to continue. He looked at the crowd and said, "Dear Zhenrens, Mount Qingjue and many other sects have worked together to resist for a million years. Now, only my lineage is left. I thought that there was no hope, but the heavens have not given up on me. If we want to break out of this predicament, we might have to rely on this Yuan Zun." He said to one of his trusted disciples, "Go and bring me the treasure passed down by the Patriarch."
The disciple bowed and went down. Not long after, he came back with a jade box.
Daoren looked at it, then turned to the crowd and said, "The Mystical Crystals are running out, and this place can't be defended anymore. As the Hill Master, I should stay here to guard. Everyone can bring this treasure to look for that Yuan Zun. The rise and fall of our humanity depends on all of you. I, Yuan Zheng, am counting on you." As he said this, he bowed deeply to the crowd.
The crowd hurriedly avoided him and tried to persuade him. "Hill Master, you can't …"
However, Daoren raised his hand and stopped the crowd from speaking. He said seriously, "Let's go. While the Mystical Crystals can still protect you, leave quickly. If you delay, things might go wrong. This is my order, you don't have to say anything more."
The crowd saw that his words were firm, and the order could not be disobeyed, so they had no choice but to obey.
Because the lineage of Mount Qingjue had been fighting the demons for a long time, they moved quickly. Once the order was given, in less than half a day, the four Daoists brought all the junior disciples and retreated from this place.
After a few days, the heaven and earth shook. Daoren was originally sitting cross-legged in the hall. At this moment, he opened his eyes and walked out calmly. Facing the howling wind, he stood alone in the empty space in front of the hall, his white beard fluttering in the wind.
Not long after, the murky sky was suddenly torn open, and a handsome Daoist in a green robe with red lips walked out. He looked down and said with a smile, "Yuan Zheng, your Mount Qingjue has resisted the mandate of heaven for millions of years. Today, you are about to be destroyed. Why don't you surrender quickly?"
Daoren's eyes were like lightning, and he said in a serious tone, "How dare a mere demon talk nonsense about the mandate of heaven? For the survival of our humanity, so what if I die a horrible death? " As soon as he said this, he gathered all the power in his body, and a ball of light ignited around him. It was like a star in the dark night, pushing away the haze, and rose into the sky, resolutely rushing towards the murky darkness in the sky!
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