Daoist Feng had always heard about Celestials, and he was also very interested in their ability to come back from the dead. However, he had been immersed in refining blood seeds for the past few decades, so he didn't have the chance to see them.
He also heard that there were more than a thousand Celestials in the army, but attacking one's own people would hurt their morale. Celestials weren't ordinary soldiers, so once they left, they would be exposed.
Right now, he was being provided with cultivation resources by King Xi, so he couldn't openly go against King Xi's wishes. After all, he wouldn't be able to resist if those Creator Realm cultivators swarmed him. The arrogance of cultivators had long been worn down by the endless wars of the Hao Clan over the past thousands of years.
In fact, the front line of the war was originally his favorite place. However, he had come excitedly, only to be told that he could only confront the enemy's upper echelons. He couldn't go out, and he couldn't search for souls at will. This made him very disappointed, and he could only use the banner to collect some broken blood Qi and spirituality. At least it was better than nothing.
Now that he was ordered to go, there were thousands of Celestials and more than ten million Living Blood Lingdu that could belong to him. He could gain some benefits, and it could also satisfy his long-time wish.
However, he was able to survive until now because he was very vigilant. After trying to find out more, he found out that someone had silently disappeared on their way to the Sleeping Foothills. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes. No wonder King Xi wanted him to take action. It turned out that someone had run into a wall here. He felt that he also needed to be careful.
"Why don't I calculate it?"
After this thought appeared, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He took out a handful of jade shards of different shapes and scattered them on the table. With a crash, they scattered everywhere.
This was an item used to calculate one's luck. Over the years, he had long been accustomed to using this to calculate his own luck before making a move.
However, the results of this item were also difficult to explain in a few words. This was because he mostly encountered opponents with upper echelons of power. For these kinds of people, if he wanted to calculate their luck, he would usually need to rely on a certain magic tool and a certain cultivation method. Thus, there wasn't much connection between the results of his calculations and the results of his calculations.
In fact, he was clearly not good at this Dao, but he was never tired of it. He often boasted that he was an expert, and in his heart, he was even more convinced. Not only did he brag about it, he also believed that he had relied on this skill to survive until now.
After the jade pieces were scattered on the table, it could be seen that most of them were gathered at the top, forming the shape of an umbrella. There were only a few pieces at the bottom.
"Ugh …"
He muttered to himself, "Half a moon shines, and below it is a hollow valley. This is a 'Ling Kong Hexagram', which is the sign of a tiger leaping and a dragon soaring, with an unstoppable momentum. Very good, very good. It seems that this business is …"
Halfway through, he added, "No, no, it's too hasty."
He turned his gaze downwards and said, "There are still some scattered signs of a ravine below, indicating that there are still some small obstacles on this trip. This means that we have to be careful on this trip. If we are careless, we will inevitably stumble and fall into the trap of a dragon swimming in shallow water and a tiger falling into flat land!"
Then, he thought about it several times and found that there was no other divination more appropriate than this. He couldn't help but admire his own exquisite deduction.
He put away all the jade pieces with incomparable satisfaction, then walked out. The attendant guarding the door bowed and said, "Zhidao, do you have any instructions?"
Daoist Feng said, "I just calculated that there might be some twists and turns in this matter. In order to ensure that this trip goes smoothly, I need to bring along some of Fellow Daoist Geng's medicinal pills."
Calculations were calculations, but benefits were definitely easy to ask for. Just the promised Mian Lu City, he could take them when he arrived there. Wasn't this just empty talk to make him do things? There had to be some benefits before he could take action.
The attendant couldn't help but reveal a look of awe. Everyone knew that this person had an extremely brilliant divination technique, which was why he had been successful so far. It was just that this person thought very highly of himself. Even King Xi wouldn't easily make a divination, so it could be assumed that he was extremely accurate!
He said, "Zhidao, please wait for a moment. I will report to Zhidao right away."
He left the room and hurriedly found Sir Chen to tell him of Daoist Feng's request. Sir Chen revealed an expected expression. It was already a habit for this person to ask for benefits every time he went out, so he was already prepared. He said, "His Highness has already instructed that if Feng Zhidao wants medicinal pills, he can be given two Fuyuan Pills."
King Xi was very generous, or rather, he had always been generous towards the upper echelons of power. This was because he knew that these people wouldn't come to fight for power with him. On the contrary, they could help him consolidate his power.
Therefore, he would agree to any request that wasn't too excessive. The "Fuyuan Pill" was refined by the most famous pill refiner in the Vast Race, Daoist Geng. This pill's wondrous effect was that it could be consumed regardless of one's cultivation level, and there would be benefits.
There were only thirty-five of these pills every year, which was one cauldron. However, they were relatively rare. Other than King Xi's own consumption, he also had to distribute them to his subordinates and meritorious subjects. Therefore, being able to take out two pills was already quite a lot.
After Daoist Feng made his request, it didn't take long for him to receive the pills. Only then was he satisfied. After he packed up his things, he rode on a brocade cloud and covered it with a canopy. He broke through the clouds and wind and headed towards Mianlu City.
Although he was from the Wicked Path, his external appearance was extremely good. Along the way, he was splendid and splendid. Rainbow light lingered around him, and immortal clouds floated about. No matter how one looked at him, he was a deity.
He didn't travel quickly. When he arrived at the place where Refiner Han had disappeared last time, he stopped and sat upright on the cloud, looking towards Mianlu City.
Because he had been in the Boundless Race for many years, he already had a deep understanding of the Creation Realm, and was even more aware of the Boundless Race's usual arrangements. He saw that although there were no Creation Suns or Stars in the sky above this city, looking around, there was a solemn atmosphere. The mountains and rivers were condensed, and the momentum was like a hidden dragon.
This place was clearly surrounded by a cultivation formation. He was very familiar with this. This meant that if he wanted to break through the great formation, he would definitely need to have the power to uproot the entire area. However, this wasn't all. Because when the entire ley lines were sorted out and integrated into one place, the power it could unleash would be hundreds or thousands of times stronger than before.
For example, he could easily destroy an Earth Star, but if there was a formation on the Earth Star that condensed Earth Qi, then perhaps he wouldn't be able to move it even slightly.
Last time, Refiner Han had mysteriously disappeared here. He believed that he had already found the answer. He had probably been lost in the formation.
That was possible. Normal Creation Realm cultivators didn't have the methods of cultivators. They had the Art of Death Substitution, but if they died, they wouldn't be able to return.
Hmm?
Just as he was sizing up the place, a sense of danger rose in his heart. His eyes couldn't help but blur. He believed that he wouldn't have an illusion, so he immediately took out a protective spell, and his own Qi activity became erratic.
At this moment, Yao Zhenjun had already arrived on the high platform once again. Just now, when she was sitting and observing, she felt a light hum from her sword. This was the arrival of an enemy, and Sword Qi was naturally generated.
However, she discovered that this time was different from the last time. Just now, when she used her Divine Intent to sense it, the other party responded. Moreover, the other party was constantly leaping about in the Qi. The Sword Qi was still unable to envelop the other party. She felt that even if she slashed at the other party, it would be difficult to achieve victory with a single strike.
She didn't feel any sense of disappointment or surprise. Instead, her bright eyes were filled with the joy of meeting an opponent.
Sword cultivators needed to sharpen their swords. She wasn't afraid of meeting an opponent. The more powerful the opponent, the more she could use it to reflect on herself, and grind away her own flaws and shortcomings.
Moreover, the "Forced Light Rotation" technique was a Divine Ability on the sword that allowed her to dodge and leap. Usually, she was the only one who attacked others, and no one attacked her. If she hadn't encountered a similar technique before, it would be almost impossible to find a way to deal with it.
At this moment, Zhang Yu had long since discovered the enemy's approach. He saw that the person who came this time wasn't simple. Although he hadn't plucked the Void Transmission Dao Fruit, the density of his Mana wasn't inferior to this kind of cultivator. He should be a person who cultivated for a long time. Moreover, judging from his Qi, he should be walking the path of plundering the Essence Qi of others.
Normally speaking, plundering the Essence Qi of others would always leave behind some impurities, so it was dismissed as vulgar. However, as the Xuanting Court Enforcer, he had seen many Dao books. He knew that if this technique was brilliant, then it could refine all these impurities away.
However, this technique was too cruel and had no morals or humanity to speak of. Moreover, as the cultivation of the Dao increased, it was bound to have higher requirements for refining medicine. If it wasn't to take more lives, it would be to attack fellow cultivators who had similar cultivation.
Even if one didn't think so, the Dao would force them to do so. After a long time, one's nature would gradually become distorted, so it was reasonable for people to hate this technique.
And people who were skilled in this technique were definitely skilled in prolonging life and avoiding death.
His eyes flashed slightly. Yao Zhenjun was still sharpening her sword. She might be able to win, but she might not be able to kill this person. If this person didn't die, then he would definitely bring them great trouble. If that was the result, then he would think of a way to act.
Once he revealed his true strength and fought with the enemy for too long, then perhaps the "upper self" would sense it. However, if he only attacked for a short period of time, as long as he changed his aura slightly, then there wouldn't be a problem. His previous attempt to transform into the Taoist in red had already proven this.
Yao Zhenjun's thoughts were extremely pure. Although she couldn't determine her opponent at the moment, her sword intent shone from afar. It hung in the air and didn't fall, showing no signs of weakening. Instead, it grew stronger and stronger. This came from the pure determination of a sword cultivator. It was the foundation of her advancement in the Dao. It was pure, simple, and incomparably sincere.
Daoist Feng immediately felt that this couldn't go on. He felt the lingering sense of danger, and it was getting sharper and sharper. He couldn't stay here forever and not move.
He thought for a moment and decided to take the initiative to break this stalemate. He made a gesture, and an illusory figure floated out from his body and floated forward.
Yao Zhenjun was guided by this aura. Her long sword was instantly unsheathed. As a water-like light flashed out, her figure blurred for a moment. Then, she suddenly withdrew her sword. The light disappeared with the sword, and the Taoist robe on her body swayed slightly.
Above the clouds in the distance, a diagonal cut appeared on Daoist Feng's figure. His entire body was cut diagonally into two halves. The upper half of his body turned into a pool of blood and fell down. However, the illusory figure that was leaning forward solidified and returned to its original appearance.
He praised inwardly, "Good sword technique!" Then, a sinister smile appeared on his face. However, he also knew what move that was, and also knew how to guard against it.
After Yao Zhenjun withdrew her sword, she still maintained the posture of drawing her sword. She released and withdrew her sword, as if there was no beginning and end. She stared for a moment, and the battle intent in her bright eyes grew stronger.
She also knew how the person who came had dodged.
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