The terrain of Mount Zhongnan was steep and rugged. There were five big valleys and more than a hundred small valleys. It was majestic and majestic, stretching for hundreds of miles.
The morning sun shone brilliantly, and mist flowed within the mountain forest. It was illuminated by the first rays of the morning sun until it was bright red. Then, five different colors appeared, and everything was peaceful and peaceful.
Ye Fan and the others began to descend the mountain and leave the Ancestral Court of Taoism. In the middle of the night, he killed all the invaders and found a Daoist priest from the Quan Zhen Sect. He asked them to tell him that if anyone was looking for him, they could head west and that he was on his way.
"As expected of the holy land of Taoism. No wonder so many people come here on a pilgrimage every year." Long Yuxuan sighed. It was rare for him to say a few words.
Daoism's ancestral mountain was shrouded in clouds and multicolored light. There was an indescribable divine splendor enveloping this place. Walking here made one's body and mind peaceful. There was a strange power flowing through them.
Twenty years ago, before Ye Fan had left Earth, he had seen some reports. It said that even in the present age, there were many hermits in the depths of Mount Zhongnan. There were no less than five thousand of them.
Back then, after Ye Fan had looked it up on the Internet, he had specially asked people to verify it. His friend who lived in Shaanxi Province told him that it was true.
These people lived thousands of years ago, living in seclusion. In order to find peace of mind, they were willing to live in seclusion in the mountains as mortals.
At this moment, walking on the mountain path, Ye Fan couldn't help but use his divine sense to scan the mountain range. He really did see some people like this, and he couldn't help but sigh.
They walked a section of the mountain road and then began to climb the mountain on their own. They abandoned the road and came to the northern foot of Mount Zhongnan. In a trance, Ye Fan heard the chanting of scriptures.
"Master, why aren't you leaving?" asked the Little Taoist Master, Zhang Qingyang.
"Did you hear that?" Ye Fan said softly and didn't move at all. He quietly stood there and listened to the ancient dao sounds. Someone was chanting scriptures.
The few of them looked at each other and did not say anything. They did not sense anything, but they did not dare to say anything. They realized that Ye Fan had entered a meditative state and merged with the Dao. He had entered the state of being one with heaven and man.
In his eyes, all of Mount Zhongnan became grand and magnificent. A desolate aura rushed over. It was tens of thousands of zhang tall, full of an oppressive feeling.
He looked into the distance. There was a huge rock there with three ancient words carved on it: Lou Guan Tai.
"The Dao can be Dao, but it is not the Dao. He can be named, but he is not famous … "
He heard the voice of an ancient scripture preaching. It tore through time and space and arrived. An old man sat cross-legged on a stone platform and was currently preaching.
Ye Fan instantly entered the Dao. His eyes didn't blink as he stared at the blurry and hazy figure. It was an ancient Daoist body that was writing a book.
According to legend, when Laozi traveled to the west, he went to Shaanxi and preached at Mount Zhongnan. He left behind two copies of the Tao Te Ching, and that place was Lou Guan Tai.
The ancestral land of Taoism was surrounded by mountains and rivers. Lush forests and tall bamboos covered the sky. The Lou Guan Tai was also known as the Scripture Preaching Platform. The vague Taoist figure was neither happy nor worried. He did nothing but recite scriptures there as if everything he was saying had nothing to do with him.
He had long heard of Ye Fan's meditation. There were two parts of the Tao Te Ching. One was passed down in the world for mortals to read, and the other was hidden from the world. It contained heaven-defying Dao techniques.
He listened attentively, wanting to obtain the other part. Even though he knew that the chances were slim, he still had some hope. However, in the end, he was still disappointed.
On the platform, the blurry figure finished preaching and handed over the other part of the scripture. He didn't recite it and gave it to someone before disappearing.
Ye Fan let out a long sigh and woke up. The sky was still the same, and the earth was still the same. The vague Laozi's Daoist body was gone, and he couldn't obtain the second part of the Tao Te Ching.
He looked up at the sky in a daze. Laozi had left his orthodoxy in the Ziwei Ancient Star Region, and Yin Tiande had obtained its inheritance.
"Master, what's wrong?" Only now did the disciples ask. They were afraid of disturbing his train of thought.
"I want to calm down here," Ye Fan said to himself.
He sat cross-legged on a bluestone and began to comprehend and ponder seriously. There were traces of the Dao around the Daoist body he saw just now. He didn't hear the second part of the scripture, but he saw the traces of the Dao, which stirred him up.
One day and one night, Ye Fan didn't move. Another two days and two nights passed before he opened his eyes. The disciples were all startled because they saw several Ye Fan stand up, and they were all exactly the same.
Laozi's Three Pure Ones!
This was a secret technique that Ye Fan yearned for very much. It allowed him to have three more selves, and it wasn't as simple as a simple incarnation. It had many mysterious uses.
"Master, what secret technique is this?"
Ye Fan sighed softly. The figures dispersed, leaving only a real body and a Daoist body. This was all he could do at the moment.
"Difficult, difficult, difficult!"
He listened to the sound of the Dao and saw the ancient Laozi sitting on the platform. He used it to comprehend the Dao, but he could only create a real Daoist body.
"Will there be a day when I have to fight against Yin Tiande?"
After collecting his thoughts, his mind calmed down. After staying here for a few days, he had comprehended a Daoist body, which was actually a great harvest!
In a short period of time, once the Daoist body appeared, it could double his cultivation. This was no different from a real body, and it was much more terrifying than having a body that doubled his combat strength.
In the past, he had evolved this technique with the Battle Saint Technique, but it didn't have much effect because he didn't get the essence. Now he could be considered to have formed a Daoist body.
When the disciples heard this, they were all shocked and asked him to teach them. Ye Fan nodded. He was going to the west, so he needed to teach them some techniques to protect their Daoist bodies.
"It's really magical. Having another self in an instant is more important than having one's magic power increase by several times in an instant!"
The disciples were all shocked, and they all urged Ye Fan to continue comprehending the Dao and try to figure out the real Yi Qi Turning Three Pure Ones. As for themselves, they didn't even think about it. They hadn't reached the realm yet, so it was difficult for them to comprehend this kind of Dao.
"Everyone has their own different Dao. Comprehending a Daoist body is already a great Dao fruit. If I can continue to comprehend a second Daoist body, then I will be the real Laozi."
Ye Fan shook his head. It was difficult to comprehend another Daoist body, and only by reading the real scripture could he succeed.
"Master, you said that he killed the younger brother of Laozi's inheritor, Yin Tiande. Do you have the confidence to deal with him in the future?" Zhan Yifan asked.
"It's hard to say if we can meet in this life." Ye Fan sighed and looked at the misty sky. It was as if he wanted to pass through the galaxy and see the Heavenly Prince, Yao Guang Saint Child, Yin Tiande, and other great enemies.
This time, Ye Fan and the others really started their journey to the west, far away from Mount Zhongnan. They first entered Ningxia, then Qinghai, and finally Tibet.
Ye Fan and the others didn't walk very fast, and they didn't use the ancient Shrinking Technique. They traveled slowly to the west, comprehending the Dao as they traveled.
They entered Tibet to visit Komatsu's home. The little guy was very nostalgic, and ever since he stepped on the road to the west, he became a little sick and started to miss his little nest.
And in Tibet, someone caught up to them. It was an old Daoist from Mount Zhongnan, and he sent them a Daoist letter.
Ye Fan took it and frowned after reading it. The so-called Crusade was just an excuse to judge him. There was actually another real purpose, and that was to seize the ancestral weapon of Middle Earth.
That year, when Mount Tai cracked, the altar appeared, and all the major powers came out. The Western orthodoxies came and took away the foundation of the largest altar. Half of the Heavenly Tomes were carved on it, and ancient secrets were recorded.
After so many years, they were almost done studying it. They wanted to complete the ancient Heavenly Tomes because it seemed to contain an earth-shattering secret.
"No matter, they have to go through me first. If they don't, I'll send them all on their way, and then I'll head west to retrieve the ancestral weapon."
Ye Fan told the old Daoist not to worry. At the same time, he told him to ask some sect leaders to inform the Western orthodoxies. He had already killed a group of templars in Mount Zhongnan, and now he was in Tibet.
And on that very day, Jerusalem and the Vatican City were in a huge commotion. There was no news for several days. Who would have thought that tens of powerful cultivators would all die?
"The heretic is too arrogant. He killed everyone and even asked some sect leaders to pass the message on his behalf. It seems like he doesn't have us in his eyes at all."
An archbishop from the Western orthodoxies issued a summons. The Crusade to the East was imminent, and they wanted to crush the devil and judge him.
Naturally, the troops that were heading out were already in the midst of preparations. Because they wanted to seize the other parts of the ancient altar, they wanted to eliminate the heretic.
However, they also seriously pondered about it. The devil of Middle Earth must have surpassed the Great Circle of Dragon Transformation. The information they received earlier was inaccurate.
"First-layer immortal-foundation, it's extremely rare in this world. He should be a supreme expert of that level!"
"Could it be that he really is an ancient sect leader?"
The Crusade to the East was a huge army, and all of them were cultivators. An archbishop from the Holy See issued a summons, recruiting many experts into the army for the holy war.
Today, there were five hundred knights heading to the East. Although the Pope didn't show himself, he secretly bestowed the Holy Cross to them, recording their achievements and glory.
"Master, earlier I received a message from my sect. The Crusade Army is already heading to the East, and experts are as common as the clouds and rain!" The Little Taoist Master spoke in a flamboyant manner.
"Don't worry." Ye Fan caressed the two black arrows in his hands as he manifested another body. This would be an important thing for him to rely on in his journey to the West. Even if there was a true divinity, he wouldn't have to fear it!
Two days later, Ye Fan encountered a group of people in Tibet. The Crusade Army had split up into smaller groups, but after discovering their traces, they quickly gathered together.
"You are that heretic?"
The five hundred knights whistled through the air, all of them clad in armor from the Middle Ages. Their entire bodies gleamed with a cold light, and they wielded great swords or battle spears.
The cultivation bases of these people were all very powerful. The three leaders in the lead were all at the peak of the first-level of immortal-foundation. This time around, they were leading peak-level knights from the various ancient clans.
The roars of the five hundred knights rang out, their voices reverberating through the clouds. Their blood qi blotted out the sun, resembling a flood that towered up to the sky, shaking the entire uninhabited region.
"Since a secret art like Divinity Descending into the Mortal World exists, there must be an extremely terrifying existence. If he doesn't come, it's useless no matter how many of you there are." Ye Fan spoke in a light voice.
"BOOM!"
He didn't conceal his might at all. A golden pillar of blood shot up from the crown of his head, piercing through the sky, reaching the clouds above and the earth below, connecting the heavens and earth.
Ye Fan's golden blood qi was as vast as the boundless seas, suppressing the blood qi of the five hundred knights. He was like a fiendgod facing off against all of them.
"You … who are you exactly?" The three leaders of the knights trembled. They knew that they were in deep trouble. For such a person to appear in this world, it would definitely be a calamity!
Maybe, only a few existences from the Western Dao Elements would be able to kill this person.
"Lord of the Celestial Court, Ye Fan." A calm voice rang out. After that, his entire body surged with golden blood qi as he rushed over like a devil god, unleashing a massacre.
"BANG!"
Blood flashed!
A single punch. With just a single punch, the head of one of the three leaders of the knights was smashed into pieces. His body slumped to the ground, dying an unnatural death.
A peak-level knight at the peak of the immortal-foundation realm couldn't even withstand a single strike!
The remaining knights were in chaos, but they didn't retreat. They gathered together and formed an ancient formation as they rushed forward.
"Pu!"
A blood-colored light flashed, Ye Fan displayed Chi Song Zi's sword art. The Sea Filling Divine Art appeared once again in the world!
A scarlet light flashed as countless amounts of blood mist rose up. The ground was littered with shattered bones and the blood of corpses flew everywhere. This place had transformed into a scene of carnage.
"Over a hundred years ago, you guys took the opportunity when my mountains and rivers were destroyed to snatch the ancestral weapon of the Central Plains. Now that you guys dare to come again, I will kill all of you!"
That day, five hundred knights were completely annihilated. The Crusader Army of the Eastern Punitive Expedition had all fallen in Tibet. This news caused a huge commotion in the Western Regions!
This was a shocking piece of news. Regardless of whether it was the Holy City of Jerusalem or the Vatican, all of them experienced a magnitude 12 earthquake. All the major characters were alarmed.
"The first Crusader Army of the Eastern Punitive Expedition has been annihilated? Oh god, did I hear wrongly?!"
"A great devil has appeared in the Central Plains. This is a nightmare!"
"His name is Ye Fan and he claims to be the lord of the Celestial Court. Does he want to be on equal footing with the gods?!"
The Western Regions were shaken. The Pope started to recruit holy knights from ancient times. He even wanted to invite holy knights to join the expedition once more.
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