While the little red bird was flying against the wind in the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor, an old man with sparse hair and a red nose went to the Guocheng Temple, or returned to the Guocheng Temple.
The Zen Master was in the snowland, and the old Chief Monk had passed away. The only thing the Guocheng Temple could use to suppress the highly achieved swordsmen of the deviant sects was the Great Formation of the Mountain Gate.
But for some reason, the Great Formation had no effect on the old man, just like it had a hundred years ago.
This ugly and impressive old man was naturally the Great Ancestor of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect entered the Guocheng Temple through the back door with great familiarity. He found the kitchen where he used to cook for many years, opened a hidden box, and took out a still warm braised pig's trotter. Taking a bite, he mumbled, "After so many years, they still only know how to hide in these places."
The next moment, his expression changed abruptly, and sorrow appeared in his eyes. He slowly spat out a broken tooth, no longer in the mood to eat. Putting the braised pig's trotter back, he said to the smiling old monk, "Don't laugh."
The old monk said with a smile, "The Chief Monk often said that we should laugh at the affairs of the human world. I've gotten used to it."
"Though such things have happened many times, I'm still not used to it."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect touched dozens of his hair with his greasy hand, and asked the old monk, "You, the Chief Monk of the Instruction Hall, are also his people?"
This old monk was the Chief Monk of the Instruction Hall of the Guocheng Temple. In the absence of the Zen Master, he was the one with the highest seniority and status in the Guocheng Temple.
"When I first entered the temple, I learned the scripts from the Chief Monk," the Chief Monk said with a smile.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sat down and counted with his fingers, "You, the former Chief Monk of the Law Hall, and there must be many more. Doesn't this Guocheng Temple belong to him? Why does the Immortal make it so troublesome? "
The Chief Monk of the Instruction Hall sighed, "The disciples are useless, and their states are too low to help the Chief Monk."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said disapprovingly, "Your Cultivation state is indeed not as good as mine, but you would still be a formidable figure in the Guocheng Temple."
The Chief Monk of the Script Instruction Hall said, "I'm not as good as Zen Master, and I'm not as good as Cao Yuan."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect suddenly changed the topic, asking, "Are you ready?"
"My Buddhist studies aren't good, and my cultivation level is low, so I spend all my time studying Curse Formations."
The Chief Monk of the Instruction Hall said with a smile, "Nobody is more familiar with the spell formation by the Heavenly Well than I am."
"Then what are we waiting for?" The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect rubbed his red nose and said, "Let's go."
The sea breeze caressed his sparse hair and bald head. Then, he came to the East Sea and stood beside the extremely gloomy Heavenly Well.
Standing by the cliff's edge, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect lowered his head and looked down at the darkness, saying expressionlessly, "The curse formation here is so powerful. Are you sure you can dismantle it?"
"Like I said, I've spent my whole life studying how to dismantle this formation." The Chief Monk of the Script Instruction Hall went on, "Of course, many of the spells in this formation were set up by Shui Yue Nunnery, which is beyond my ability."
No sooner had he said this than a nun Shui Yue Nunnery walked out from among the rocks on the cliff. She said to the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect expressionlessly, "After dismantling this formation, Teacher will have to employ the demonic Cultivation of all his life to break the Thirty-Three Levels of Heaven in the Heavenly Well from the bottom of the ocean. You should be well aware of what will happen by then. Are you sure you won't show any mercy?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect laughed loudly, "I like it when you, the highly achieved swordsmen of the orthodox sects, mock me, a great grandmaster of the deviant sects, for not being ruthless enough."
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The wind of the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor.
The water of the East Sea.
What else was needed?
Both of them were the most important passages leading to the Underworld from Chaotian.
Speaking of the passages, the most famous and largest one was located in the deep part of the ocean.
There was a huge whirlpool there, called the Secret Realm of Singing Spring.
The Thunder-Soul Wood of the Aoyama Sect came from this place.
One early morning in the early winter, a dreadful shriek pierced through the rumbling sound of falling into the water and traveled a long distance in the ocean.
After a long while, the tranquil surface of the ocean suddenly bulged, and a huge dark shadow could be vaguely seen under the water.
In the next moment, countless white lines appeared on the surface of the ocean.
Those dark shadows and white lines were the traces left by the demons.
Over the years, the Underworld had raised and driven a great number of demons to this place in order to bring chaos to Chaotian.
Those demons hiding in the Muddy River had all been killed by Liu Ci's sword more than one hundred years ago, but a great number of demons were still hiding in the boundless ocean.
Along with the shriek, all the demons came to the edge of the Huge Whirlpool and showed themselves slowly. They looked at the small black speck in the sky, expressing their absolute submission.
The small black speck looked more like a thin black line, because the tail of the Dark Phoenix was indeed a bit long.
Flying between the Empty Realm and the real world, the Dark Phoenix looked down at those demons on the surface of the ocean with a nonchalant expression in his eyes, as if he were the ruler of the world.
Even though he was the Principal Guard of Aoyama in the Heavenly Arrival State, he had no way to summon and control these powerful demons, not to mention that he had to order these demons to throw themselves into the Huge Whirlpool as a blood sacrifice that day. The reason he could summon so many demons to this place was that his whistling contained the spiritual soul imprint left by the Immortal Taiping, and it was also because countless tiny amulets were hidden in the colorful feathers ruffled by the Chaotic Wind, falling onto the surface of the ocean incessantly.
There was a large island on the other side of the distant ocean, and there was a high mountain on the east side of the island.
The high mountain was a Giant.
The shriek of the Dark Phoenix was so faint that it couldn't be heard when it reached the island from the boundless ocean. Even those sensitive spirits couldn't hear it, because they were still sleeping soundly in the flowers.
The Giant opened his eyes and woke up. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, saying "Aja" in a low voice.
Was this the buzzing of mosquitoes mentioned by Jingyang? It was indeed annoying.
What he didn't expect was that his casual murmur sounded like thunder to those spirits in the forest, which was also very annoying.
The translucent flowers unfolded, and the spirits flew out with their spears and arrows in their hands. They kept on rebuking the Giant as tall as a high mountain, demonstrating their bravery and fearlessness.
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The clouds and fog dispersed. The Immortal Tan walked slowly to the peak top along the stone steps, looking at the sun on the other side of the ocean of clouds.
It was unclear if it was because the morning sun was too bright or for some other reason, but his forehead looked even wider than before; but he was still wearing the same plain cotton cloth.
"Ren Qianzhu has gone to Yimaozhai."
Bai Zhenren walked to his side and said expressionlessly, "Regardless of whether Bu Qiuxiao can become the Saint or not, I hope he will remain neutral like he has been over the years."
The Immortal Tan was aware that she was under a great deal of pressure even though she said so nonchalantly. "The flowing clouds don't contend with the clear wind, and the wind can't disperse the clouds," he said.
Bai Zhenren didn't respond to him, asking, "Would you like to go with me to the Grand Ceremony of Aoyama?"
Looking at the distant horizon, the Immortal Tan suddenly said, "Back when I first came to Cloud-Dream, you said something to me."
"Look at the horizon and die in front of me?" Bai Zhenren pressed.
The Immortal Tan pulled back his gaze and asked her seriously, "Are you sure you want to go?"
Bai Zhenren said nonchalantly, "Don't worry. I'll strike after one of them dies."
The Immortal Tan sighed and said, "That's Aoyama."
"Are you going to watch them grow stronger and stronger?" Bai Zhenren pressed.
The Immortal Tan said, "The flowers and trees, the spirits, the sun and the stars, have their own reasons for being strong. How can they be interrupted by an external force?"
Bai Zhenren remained silent, thinking that there was no rule that couldn't be interrupted as long as the external force was strong enough, even if it was the cause and effect.
The Immortal Tan knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he asked, "Even if either Taiping or Jingyang dies, how can we break the Great Formation of Aoyama?"
Bai Zhenren said, "If Taiping intends to fight with Jingyang, they will have to fight for the Great Formation of Aoyama. This is our chance."
The Immortal Tan suddenly felt tired, saying, "We haven't eaten the dishes cooked by Little Zao for many years."
"The dishes she cooks are not delicious," Bai Zhenren said.
The Immortal Tan said, "I went to the Three-Thousand Nunnery to see her, but I don't know when she will wake up."
"What about you?" Bai Zhenren said nonchalantly while looking at him, "Your talent in Cultivation is far superior to your peers, even better than mine; but why haven't you taken that step yet? When will you truly wake up? "
Having said that, she turned around and walked toward the clouds and fog. … …
It was unknown where she was.
It was unclear where she was.
She should still be on the Cloud-Dream Mountain, but it seemed that she was somewhere else.
The shapeless stairs led to a very high place. The black rocks were hovering in the air in Silence, forming a formation that looked simple but was actually very complicated.
Bai Zhenren walked to the center of the black rocks and waved his sleeve a few times. An extremely pure energy spread out and landed evenly on the black rocks.
The black rocks began to emit a gloomy and cold glow. If one stared at them for a long time, they would think that they were the path leading to the Abyss.
In the next moment, the black rocks began to rotate slowly, their glows flashing, as if they had turned into the stars. However, the stars were much sparser than the stars in Chaotian.
Perhaps, they were the real stars.
A fireball could be vaguely seen in the distance, but strangely enough, it didn't give off any heat, only a cold intent.
Bai Zhenren knelt down toward the patch of the starry sky, saying, "Bai Yuan greets the great ancestor."
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