"Is the position correct?" Yin San turned to the Great Ancestor of the Mysterious Dark Sect and asked.
The Old Ancestor touched his sparse hair and said with some nostalgia, "We are neighbors, and I have been hiding underground for so many years. I can't be wrong."
After saying this, he stretched out a stubby finger and pointed in the air.
Countless light specks drifted out and turned into a complicated three-dimensional image, which was imprinted in the eyes of the Dark Phoenix.
Yin San's body was different from that of Jing Jiu's. Yin San's vitality was stronger, and correspondingly, he was more prone to accidents, such as being ignited. As such, he had no way to go deep into the river of lava under the ground. If the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect left his side for too long, he would be discovered by the Sword Formation of Aoyama. As such, he had no choice but to hand the matter over to the Dark Phoenix.
The Dark Phoenix flapped his wings and flew toward the crack on the ground created by Liu Ci's sword. Soon, he disappeared from sight.
Yin San slowly walked to the edge of the cliff and looked into the depths of the crack. His eyes were filled with childlike curiosity and the desire to explore.
He still looked like a youth, but his body was gradually aging and rotting.
The Patriarch's eyes were filled with worry as he watched him leave.
Another two years had passed, and Zhenren could not even fly anymore. He could only sit in a car. How many more years could he last?
The First Child Sword had been sent to the Royal Palace of Zhaoge City, and the Immortal couldn't change his body into a sword anymore; so why did he take the risk to come to the Cold Mountain?
What was the significance of the Fire Carp's scales?
The Magic Army of the Imperial Court and the Windy-Broadsword Church were still cleaning up the remnants here, not to mention that White Town was on the other side of the mountain. What if they were discovered by Cao Yuan?
The Great Ancestor thought about the other things he had prepared for Zhenren in the past two years, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
Suddenly, a tremor came from the ground. The carriage creaked and small stones rolled.
The old ancestor knew that it had begun.
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The depths of the underground were not dark. There were dark red or light red lights everywhere, and some were even dazzling.
The tranquility of the magma river was broken. The scorching hot magma kept rolling and splashing in all directions. It landed on the cliff and made sizzling sounds.
The huge Fire Carp swam in the lava river at a high speed. It swung its tail from time to time and shot out lava as a weapon. It seemed extremely furious.
The Dark Phoenix flew back and forth above the river of lava at a high speed, striking with his sharp claws from time to time. The Dark Phoenix looked like a flash of lightning, bringing out countless smaller flashes of lightning.
As the guardian of Aoyama, whose strength was similar to that of the White Ghosts, its sharp claws were comparable to the flying swords of swordsmen in the Broken Sea State. Both the sharpness and the lethality of the claws were terrifying.
The Fire Carp was bobbing up and down in the magma, desperately dodging its attacks. Several clear white marks had already appeared on its body.
Fortunately, the defensive power of its scales was very strong, so it did not suffer any real damage.
As the preparatory Divine Beast of Zhongzhou School, apart from being threatened by Jing Jiu once, it had never been treated so rudely. It was already furious to the extreme, wishing it could drag the other party into the lava and burn it to death, then eat it bite by bite … But the speed of this strange bird was too fast, and its attack was too strong. It really couldn't beat it.
A bird and a fish chased each other towards the lava river. From time to time, lava splashed like fireworks on the surface of the river.
After a long while, the Fire Carp had finally been forced to the end of the lava river, in front of the huge transparent wall that separated the human world and the Underworld.
The Fire Carp came up to the surface of the lava river, exposing only his head. He looked at the Dark Phoenix vigilantly and hatefully, ready to dive down at any moment. "Who the hell are you? Don't think that you can run fast. If you push me too far, I'll employ my magic to make the lava flow backward and turn you into a roasted chicken! "
The Dark Phoenix was slightly burned as well. He raised his right claw and licked it, looking rather evil. "You can give it a try," he said.
The Fire Carp swore, and said, "I've really tried!"
The Dark Phoenix put down his right claw, and said with a cold expression in his eyes, "Even if you can fill the entire underground with lava, I can still dig a hole and hide there. When you can't hold on any longer and the lava drops down, I'll fly out and scratch you. No, I'll peck your eyes!"
The Fire Carp was startled, thinking that it would be very painful. Yet, if he swam with his eyes closed, it would still be very painful if he bumped into the rocks. "I won't come out!" he said hastily.
The Dark Phoenix said, "If you can stay here for one thousand years, I'll stay here and fight you for one thousand years. Save it. You're a fish, and I'm a bird. You're no match for me."
As the Fire Carp was about to argue that not all fish were no match for a bird, he suddenly found a problem, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh my! You can talk! "
"What's wrong?" The Dark Phoenix felt baffled, thinking that he had talked so much already.
"I can talk too!" The Fire Carp continued excitedly, "Look, the number of divine animals in Chaotian is already very small, and the ones who can and are willing to talk are even fewer. It's rare for us to meet each other; there's no need to fight each other to the death. We can talk about anything!"
When it spoke, its lips were constantly expanding and contracting like a circle, looking a little silly and happy.
The Dark Phoenix thought what the Immortal said was indeed sensible, but he was still used to his own style of doing things. "I'm teaching you, a junior, a lesson; what's wrong with that?" he demanded arrogantly.
The Fire Carp retorted, "Are you the Unicorn? Are you the Round Turtle? Since you're not, you must be younger than me. Why are you pretending to be a senior? "
The Dark Phoenix was taken aback a bit, thinking that the Fire Carp's age was indeed the case. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed and annoyed, taking a step forward.
The Fire Carp sank a little deeper into the lava as he said hastily, "Big brother, everything is negotiable. You can tell me what you want, as long as I don't die."
"Do you think you're my senior?" the Dark Phoenix demanded. "Why are you calling me big brother?"
The Fire Carp explained earnestly, "Those who are more capable are the masters, and those who are more capable are the masters. This king understands such a simple principle … What do you want? I don't have any treasures here. "
"Don't worry," said the Dark Phoenix. "I won't kill you. All I need are two fish scales."
The Fire Carp was irritated when he heard this request, exclaiming, "The fish scales grow on my body, not in a bag. How can I give them to you? Doesn't it hurt to tear them off my body? You can talk like a human, but why don't you have any humanity? Would you give me a few feathers if I had to pluck them from your body? "
"I'm a bird, and you're a fish. Why are you talking about humanity?" The Dark Phoenix found this guy even more inexplicable, saying, "As for the feathers, I do want to pluck them out. Though it's a bit painful, it's worth it as long as I can accomplish something significant."
The Fire Carp found that he couldn't escape from the poisonous claws of his opponent, so he asked pitifully, "Big brother, what kind of bird are you?"
This question contained a strong desire for revenge. As long as he knew who his opponent was, he would ask the Zhongzhou School to avenge him.
The Dark Phoenix said, "I'm the Principal Guard of Aoyama. You can call me the Devil Rooster."
The Fire Carp was taken aback, wondering how he could avenge himself. He couldn't help but feel annoyed and annoyed, wondering why everyone in the Aoyama Sect behaved like this.
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The destruction of the Mysterious Dark Sect had affected more than a dozen deviant sects of various sizes. Many magic treasures and magic methods were left behind in this patch of barren land during the chaos.
Though the Imperial Court and the Windy-Broadsword Church had kept a close watch on the Cold Mountain, some daring swordsmen and free-traveling practitioners still came here to take advantage of the situation.
In such a place, the horse-drawn carriage was a conspicuous object. It was like a bonfire attracting the Cultivation practitioners and moths, attracting the attention of many people.
Those people had all turned into corpses on the ground. They died soundlessly, and they didn't even have the time to use their protective magic treasures and demonic treasures.
They didn't expect to encounter the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, a grandmaster of the deviant sects, here.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect waved his sleeve, and the corpses were set ablaze instantly; then they were thrown into the cracks by an invisible force.
The Dark Phoenix flapped his wings and flew out. He threw two fish scales that looked like a huge mirror to the front of the carriage, and said to the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect discontentedly, "Are you going to smash me down again?"
He was the Principal Guard of Aoyama, so he didn't have a good impression of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, a hidden swordsman.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect didn't argue with him after letting out two laughs.
The Dark Phoenix paid no more attention to him. He turned to Yin San and said, "This Fire Carp is indeed formidable. Fortunately, he is not an adult yet; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to defeat him."
Yin San gazed at the place where the Dark Phoenix was burned, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."
The Dark Phoenix said, "I only hope that the Immortal won't forget the promise he made back then."
When a man achieved the Dao, so did his chickens and dogs.
The reason the Dark Phoenix brought up the matter was not because of the hard work he had done that day, but because he would have to pay a great price for it.
Yin San said, "Like I said, I won't leave as long as you people can't get out."
The Dark Phoenix said, "We already have the bone marrow of the Old Dragon, the cartilage of the Flying Whale, and the scales of the Fire Carp; what else do we need?"
There must be some people of Bulao Lin hiding in the Imperial Court. It was not difficult for Yin San to get the items of the Fiend Prison.
The Flying Whale was the divine animal of the Western Sea Sword School, and the corpse was the property of Aoyama. Someone would give it to him with both hands.
It didn't take much effort to get the scales of the Fire Carp; all it took was some persuasion.
Yin San said, "We still need to go to the Thousand-Mile Windy Corridor to pick some lotus flowers."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect had finally understood.
The question that had been bothering him for two years had finally been answered.
Even though he was experienced and knowledgeable, he was still astonished. "Is the Immortal … going to achieve total transformation?" he asked in a trembling voice.
Yin San uttered "hmm" with a calm expression on his face.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't total transformation … just a legend?"
The highest state pursued by the Daoist sects was total transformation and ascension.
In the eyes of the regular people, total transformation and ascension were the same thing; but in fact, they were two completely different paths.
Ascension was ascension, and total transformation was total transformation.
Since ancient times, the ascenders had been rare, but there would always be some.
Yet, nobody had ever seen or even heard of total transformation.
The total transformation was more like a legend, or even a myth.
"When I succeed, the legend or myth will naturally become a reality."
Yin San said nonchalantly, "I had obtained an old book back then, which contained the records about the total transformation, but the details were not enough. I've tried to add some details to it over the years, but I haven't succeeded yet. It's not likely that it will work. But now that it has come to this point, I have no choice but to take the risk."
The Great Ancestor calmed down and thought of the lotus flower among the materials prepared by the Immortal. He immediately understood more things.
The lotus flower was a lotus flower. In the Zen sects, it symbolized resurrection or reincarnation.
It seemed that the Immortal was going to use the Buddhist dharma to fill in the gaps in the Path of Total Transformation, or to use the Buddhist dharma to correct the mistakes in the Path of Total Transformation.
Not to mention whether it would succeed or not, it was already a great thing that someone dared to practice the Path of Total Transformation, and even dared to establish the Path with Buddhism.
The Great Ancestor was afraid of Taiping and Jingyang, but it was okay to say that he admired them. Until this moment, he was truly convinced.
He bowed to Yin San in a very serious manner.
Yin San calmly accepted his bow.
At the moment, there was no distinction between the orthodox and the deviant, nor was there any exploitation or scheming; it was merely a Cultivation practitioner's respect for the Cultivation.
The Great Ancestor suddenly thought of a certain scene mentioned in the legend, and asked, "The Rosefinch's meridians are gone; where can we find the feathers of the rosefinch?"
The total transformation required the feathers of course.
The Rosefinch came from the heavenly fire, and its blood contained the mysterious power of resurrection.
The Dark Phoenix flew to the top of the carriage and said, "Of course use mine."
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I have been thinking about the last few chapters of this book in the last few days, and I feel very satisfied and happy. This happy feeling of writing has lasted since the battle of the West Ocean, and it should last for a few more days. It's really a happy feeling. This is the kind of work I'm pursuing and enjoying.
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