While Zhang Yan was deducing Dao techniques, he was also thinking about how to fight against Creation Pauline.
Initially, he was thinking about whether he should look for the sword-bearing Daoist to ask about it. However, as soon as the thought arose, he sensed that it would not yield any results, so he gave up on the idea.
From what he sensed from Creation Pauline, he knew that this item had scattered after the Creation Essence was broken, and there was more than one. Logically speaking, there should still be more in the Silence, but how to find it was a problem.
He looked at the source of the spiritual opportunity. Previously, when he went closer to take a look, he saw the shadow of a lotus there. If he boldly speculated, could the thing hidden there be a Creation Pauline?
However, it was obvious that whether it was as he guessed, there should be someone or a consciousness behind it. Ji Zhuang did not go forward to snatch it. He did not know if it was because he was not confident, or was he waiting for the right time, or was he avoiding something?
This item was most likely related to the Bhadanta who had not returned, and it was obvious that it was there. Ji Zhuang was also staring at it, so it was difficult to start from this aspect.
He changed his mind and entered the spirit. He stretched out his hand, and the lotus petal floated out. Under the premise that there were no definite clues, he could only settle for the next best thing.
He could feel that the Creation Pauline in Ji Zhuang's hands was not complete, and there should be a part that was scattered outside. With his current senses that were far stronger than before, he might be able to find it.
He changed his mind. Perhaps Ji Zhuang gave him this item in hopes that he would search for it, and then try to snatch it back. As he had Pauline, it was obvious that he had a higher chance of success.
However, this was not a problem. The reason why he did not directly clash with him was that things had not reached that stage yet. If there was something that he had to fight for, he would not give in even a little bit.
Once he made up his mind, he began to pursue, and very quickly, his consciousness fell into the Silence.
At this moment, the doppelganger that he left outside felt that there was a trace of abnormality in Bu Xutian's appearance, and immediately turned its gaze in that direction.
The White Furnace Realm originally did not have any Spirit Vigor. It was the most ordinary world, so the living beings did not show any special characteristics. These living beings undoubtedly occupied the mainstream position.
However, with the rise of inspiration, a series of strange things happened. Monsters began to appear in the wild. However, this was not a long time ago. Regardless of whether it was a monster or a different kind, it would take a long time for them to transform from an ordinary monster to possessing special powers. Currently, only a few monsters were slightly more powerful, but they did not have the ability to threaten the survival of the people.
At the border of the Yi Kingdom, in an uninhabited wilderness, a group of bandits were excavating the collapsed palace of the previous dynasty, hoping to find some gold and silver utensils.
At this time, a burly man with a sturdy physique struck down with his hoe, and a dull sound was heard. The surrounding people all stopped what they were doing, knowing that they had dug up something, and immediately gathered around.
There was a fiery look in someone's eyes, and he could not wait to urge, "Quick, quick, dig it up and see what it is."
A rather prestigious looking old man glared at him, and said unhappily, "What's the hurry? Can the meat in the pot run away?" He then said to the burly man, "Big guy, be careful, don't damage it … Forget it, I, your Uncle Qi, will do it."
The old man led his men, and slowly cleared it out. It was a thick leather box. The leather was not known what it was made of, but not only was it thick and tough, it did not rot even after being buried for so many years. However, there was a flashy golden chain on it.
The old man stretched out his hand and pulled it off, and threw it to the people beside him. He walked a few steps away, and bowed to the sky. He mumbled something, and someone handed over an urn. He stretched his hand into the urn to wash it, and carefully wiped it with a clean cloth. Only then did he carefully open the leather box, and after a while, he slowly lifted it up.
However, what was inside was disappointing. It looked like a statue of a god, with a body but no head, and four limbs that looked like hands and claws. The clothes on its body looked like clothes and skin, and also like fur scales. Beside it, there was a cloth that could not be torn, and on it, there were many drawings of prostrating in worship.
In the past, they had seen many similar things, and they were all used by the harem to curse and kill the people in the palace. It was said that the collapse of the previous dynasty was related to this, but after so many years, they had never seen anything strange.
After discovering that it was not anything good, the crowd cursed a few times, and then dispersed.
That night, the old man returned to the tent to rest, but the scene of the worship on the cloth lingered in his mind. For some reason, he took out the strange god statue, and tried to worship it according to the movements. Although it looked very simple, it was abnormally exhausting. After doing it once, he was abnormally tired, and finally fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, he felt that he was a hundred times more energetic, and his originally frost-stained temples had actually recovered their black luster, and even the wrinkles on his face had disappeared. Moreover, his thoughts were clearer and more agile than usual.
He immediately knew, that the god statue and the roll of cloth were definitely treasures. He immediately returned to his hometown to cultivate, but it was unknown whether it was because his cultivation went awry, or because his nature was revealed, but he became more and more ruthless. After a year, he used this method to grasp powers that ordinary people did not have, such as moving objects in the air, hiding himself, and making hundreds of sounds from his mouth. He was as strong as steel, impervious to water and fire, and had extraordinary strength.
When he was young, he used to be a mountain bandit, but because of his old age and weak body, he made a living by robbing. Now that he had recovered his strength, he returned to his old profession.
In the next few years, he committed many shocking crimes, and because he found that the government officials and soldiers could not do anything to him, he gradually became bolder, and later on, he even unscrupulously robbed the officials' silver, which eventually led to the soldiers' conscription. However, he relied on his abilities to roam the continents, and later attracted a group of disciples, and taught them the method of worshipping the god statue.
If this continued, there was really no one who could control him. However, when he was preparing to attack the prefecture, there was a sudden heavy rain on the road, and then there was a flash flood. Not only did his disciples scatter, but he was also covered by the mountain rocks and mud, unable to come out. Ten days later, he was discovered by a local old farmer, but he was not dead yet. He was locked up by the prefectural officials, and his belongings were sent to the imperial court. Because he was impervious to weapons, and did not fear water or fire, he was finally trapped and killed, and the god statue and the roll of cloth were obtained by the King of Yi Country.
However, the matter did not end there. After his death, his disciples were scattered all over the place. These people also learned the art of worship and carved their own statues based on their memories. However, they discovered that they could also obtain power by doing so. In the next twenty years or so, this art spread far and wide, causing endless unrest in the country.
At the same time, the government of the Yi Country also received instructions from the imperial court to fight against bandits. Gradually, the conflict between the two sides broke away from the level of mortals, and grew more intense.
When Zhang Yan saw this, he looked away. Without a doubt, this was the ritual of worshipping that Jizhuang Daoren had taught him, except that it was now in Bushu Heaven.
He sent his senses out again, and found that it wasn't just this one place. There were several other Heavens that had similar Daoist magics.
Only the Kunshi Continent and the Mountain and Sea Realm had no such signs. It was most likely not a deliberate attempt to avoid them, but rather, one of them was in the heart of Bushu Heaven, where spiritual energy flourished, and there were many strange powers present. The other was under the protection of the Weili. Therefore, the Daoist magics automatically sought refuge in the weaker areas.
Was this Jizhuang Daoren's test?
He thought about it for a moment. Perhaps it was because he had repeatedly observed the Daoist magics, and now he was trying to see if he had discovered anything. If he acted, then it would undoubtedly confirm his suspicions. If he didn't act, then he could spread the Daoist magics in Bushu Heaven, and wouldn't lose anything.
He thought about it for a moment, then decided to let it be.
The fact that this person could use a Daoist magics to enter Bushu Heaven meant that he had borrowed the power of Good Fortune Pauline. Even if he acted now to erase the traces, if he wanted to, he could use other methods. He wouldn't be able to stop him, and would instead expose the fact that he already knew what the person was up to.
It was better to leave it for now. He could observe the person's every move at any time, and if it exceeded a certain limit, then he could deal with it.
Furthermore, Ji Zhuang didn't have the ability to observe what was going on inside Bushu Heaven. At most, he could sense whether or not the Daoist magics he had cast into the Daoist magics had disappeared, so it wasn't a big problem.
It had to be known that in Bushu Heaven, after the original Daoist magics were severed, more than one type of Daoist magics had appeared. When cultivated to a high level, the effects were not much different. He wanted to see how people would choose when faced with so many Daoist magics.
After thinking about it, he didn't think about it anymore, but turned his head to look. After so many years, he was finally getting closer to the last Daoist magics he could sense.
Long before the four great sects were founded, the Nine Continents had already been filled with sects, and there had been many cultivators who had severed their mortal bodies.
However, at that time, the Nine Continents was still rich in spiritual vigor, so even if these people had the ability to cross the sky, most of them didn't think of leaving this place and looking for another world. After all, it was not easy to find the same world, and if they were not careful, they might get lost in the Void Primordial Sea.
However, as the spiritual vigor gradually weakened, the sects in the West Continent fought each other, and some people were defeated and killed in the battle, while some chose to fly away. Later on, there were a few cultivators who didn't belong to the four great sects who had ascended to the Nine Continents.
However, when he checked with the Taishang Weili, he didn't find the whereabouts of the cultivators who had ascended to the Nine Continents. Therefore, he suspected that this generation had ascended to the Nine Continents. Maybe it was in one of the Daoist magics, and the possibility of it being in this place was very high.
It was just that he didn't know who created this Daoist magics, and whether it was the earliest cultivators or those who ascended later, they didn't have the summoning talisman, but they could all go to this place. This was undoubtedly the work of a mighty person, and it was impossible to do this without reaching the level of Deity Refinement.
There must be something special about a place like the Nine Continents that attracted the attention of so many mighty people. However, his cultivation had not reached the realm of Great Virtue, so he couldn't see the real intention of those few people, and he didn't know if he could find something useful from this Daoist magics.
He called in his heart, and after a long time, a gust of chilly wind drifted into the hall, and a vague figure appeared. He bowed to the seat and said, "Peng Xiang pays his respects to Taishang."
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