The secret land of the Lingbao Sect was in the middle of Mount Gezao. In ancient times, it was the seclusion place of the retired headmaster and the supreme Taoist protector. Ordinary disciples couldn't enter at all.
Today, however, it was very different. There were almost no conditions for cultivation on earth. Only this kind of secret land had spiritual essence overflowing. In order to ensure the continuity of the inheritance, all core members could enter.
The secret land of Lingbao was only a few miles in radius. A mysterious formation separated it from the outside world. Everything retained a primitive and ancient aura.
The spirit mountain was very short. Spring water gurgled, old trees were strong, and strands of auspicious energy lingered.
In the past hundreds of years, Ye Fan was the only one who didn't belong to the Lingbao Sect. He was treated with great courtesy. The headmaster welcomed him personally and the elders waited respectfully.
There weren't many people here because the spiritual essence was limited. It couldn't support too many people to cultivate here, and they were all important figures.
They were very respectful and polite. They wanted to invite Ye Fan to preach and complete the lost scriptures of the Lingbao Sect. They ordered people to bring the dao platform into this secret land.
Ye Fan was amazed. The great Lingbao Sect had produced a peerless master like Ge Hong in the past. How did it fall to this state? He didn't sense the immortal scripture here, nor did he find the nine secret dao marks.
He had many questions in his heart and couldn't help but ask them all.
The headmaster sighed and told him everything he knew. After the earth's spiritual essence dried up and was no longer suitable for cultivation, the masters of all sects chose to travel far away. No one knew where they went.
Back then, almost all the great masters left. Once they left, many inheritances were almost severed.
Now, there were no complete ancient scriptures in the sect. They were organized by a few people who didn't want to leave. It couldn't be mentioned in the same breath as the past.
Ye Fan was startled. He finally understood why the Lingbao Celestial Being, who had produced Ge Hong and was suspected to be one of the Three Pure Ones, had declined so much. The true orthodoxy was almost extinct.
"Are the other sects like this too?"
"It's more or less the same. The great masters left, the orthodoxy was lost, and the earth's ritual grounds were abandoned." The headmaster sighed.
A group of great divine ability users disappeared from the face of the earth, and soon after, they entered the Cultivationless Age. It was difficult for powerful individuals to be born, and the younger generation couldn't take over, so the various sects declined from then on.
"The Spirit Treasure Sect has suffered heavy losses. Almost none of the scriptures are complete. It's impossible to sort out all the books with just a few young disciples." The Spirit Treasure Sect Master sighed.
Now, they couldn't be considered the leading supreme great sects anymore, because they had lost too much, to the point where there was no way to recover.
As long as there were any old sects, their ancient books and records were still intact. Those old seniors who loved their homeland and didn't leave had made great contributions to the continuation of the orthodoxy.
"Now, is there still such a person?" Ye Fan asked.
"Even if there were, there wouldn't be more than a few. Twenty years ago, nine dragons carrying coffins descended on Mount Tai, shocking the cultivation world. That year, the last old ancestor of Mount Longhu was invited to leave the mountain to protect the ancient altar. Not long after he returned, he passed away in meditation. It was said that he was the last remaining old ancestor. "
"So it's the old Daoist from Longhu Mountain." Ye Fan once heard from Yang Xiao that the medical research institute tried their best to save his life but failed. Unexpectedly, they found out that he might have lived for one or two thousand years.
When Ye Fan arrived at the Spirit Treasure Secret Place, he naturally wanted to ask about the Nine Mysteries. Since he had chosen the path of becoming an immortal, this would be a necessary skill to protect his Daoist body.
The Spirit Treasure Sect Master smiled bitterly. Not to mention the modern world, even back then it was a top secret. It was obtained by Celestial Master Ge Hong by accident and was only passed on to a few disciples.
Ye Fan was extremely disappointed. During the Age of Chaos, not only did the Qi of heaven and earth dry up, even the Dharma Access had declined, and the ancient skills were nowhere to be found.
The Spirit Treasure Sect Master had one foot in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and was considered a top master in the current world. His cultivation was all thanks to the Spiritual Eye in the Pure Land. Auspicious Qi gushed out from that place. Komatsu curiously ran over to take a look and almost fell in.
"I am not a top master yet. Some sects have Ancient Spiritual Roots and the Qi in the secret place is far better than here. There are several Sect Masters who have reached the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm."
In this Age of Chaos, the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm was the top master. Once they appeared, they were invincible and few could fight against them.
"Of course, this is not absolute. Twenty years ago, there was an old Daoist from Longhu Mountain. It is said that he was from the Qin and Han Dynasties. His cultivation was unfathomable."
The Spirit Treasure Sect Master talked about many things that Ye Fan was concerned about. That year, the man with the gray wings came from the West. Even the old Daoist from Longhu Mountain could not do anything to him.
Moreover, there were also several great experts who took action, seizing some precious altar cornerstones that had ancient heavenly books recorded on them.
Ye Fan said, "Tell me about the Daoist orthodoxy in the West. They are very useful to me. It is not good to leave the altars and tomes of heaven in foreign countries."
The Spirit Treasure Sect Master was shocked. What was this ancestor-level existence trying to do? Did he want to kill his way to the West?
Not long after, everyone in the Pure Land saluted and asked Ye Fan to preach the scriptures and restore their lost techniques. They were incomparably respectful and sincere.
Ye Fan was not arrogant and did not accept their great gifts. However, he sat on the dao platform and extracted the traces of Dao to restore the ancient books for them.
He sat there for half a month and recited all kinds of scriptures. One by one, the metal-like traditional characters were branded in the void. They were dazzling and emitted sonorous sounds.
This was a reappearance of the inheritance. Ye Fan helped them reproduce many techniques. Of course, it was difficult to truly restore them. The dao platform where the past Sect Masters sat could not imprint all the techniques.
"Accumulating Yang to become a god, there is form in the god. The form is born from the sun, the sun is born from the moon. Accumulating Yin to form, there is spirit in the form … "
There was only one, and Ye Fan helped him complete it. He himself also benefited greatly, and that was the "Numinous Treasure Immeasurable Expiation Miraculous Scripture", also known as the Expiation Scripture for short.
Back in the day, he obtained a portion from the old blind man in the Big Dipper. He never thought that there would be a complete one here. If he researched the history of Daoism, he would discover that the Expiation Scripture really originated from the Numinous Treasure Sect.
Of course, this scripture was different from the one passed down among mortals. It had the true power of expiation, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth. It was profound and abstruse, and had endless wondrous uses.
Back in the days in the Immortal Mansion World, even the Undying Heavenly Emperor feared the expiation of this scripture and did not dare to harm the chanting crowd.
"What a pity, the main part of the Numinous Treasure Scripture cannot be reproduced. All that is left are incomplete." The sect's elders were all full of regret, but they were still extremely grateful to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan used half a month's time to restore many scriptures for them. He asked about the demonic race before leaving and directly told them about Pang Bo's family.
"You are … you actually returned!" The Numinous Treasure Sect Master turned pale with fright. He had always felt that Ye Fan was familiar, and now he finally recognized him and understood the reason.
Ye Fan's gaze immediately became fierce, releasing a wave of intimidating might. Everyone in the secret land was horrified and their expressions changed.
"Don't misunderstand!"
The Numinous Treasure Sect Master already knew that this great expert in front of him was much younger than him. He had cultivated for at most twenty years, which was truly astonishing.
He hurriedly explained that the people who were carried away by the nine dragons pulling the coffin were noticed by all sects. Afterwards, everyone was investigated thoroughly, including their families.
On the day of the nine dragons pulling the coffin, even the experts of the west rushed over, not to mention the cultivators of the central earth. The various sects quickly reacted.
Almost on that day, the various sects dispatched their experts to understand their backgrounds. Pang Bo's family was definitely targeted by one of the ancient demonic god's bloodlines that day.
Ye Fan nodded and asked him to explain in detail which great demonic god clans were in the world today.
"The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow bloodline, the Celestial Qilin Clan, the Vermillion Phoenix Orthodoxy, and the Myriad Demon Valley. On the surface, there are four great demonic god clans, but we don't know if there are any that are hidden from the world."
The Numinous Treasure Sect Master thought about it and felt that only the powerful demonic god clans could respond so quickly and enter Pang Bo's family on that day.
"Oh right, you must be careful!" The Numinous Treasure Sect Master seemed to have thought of something and sent someone to fetch a wooden box. After opening it, there was actually a very old black and white photo.
During World War II, there was once a demonic god who appeared on various battlefields and used this opportunity to cultivate. His blood qi overflowed and shocked the daoist world.
This black and white photo was taken by a mortal at that time. It was taken by a cultivator and spread to all the major sects, causing people to be horrified.
In the dark photo, although the monstrous blood qi was very blurry, it was enough to shock people and make them shudder. It was as if a wave of blood was about to rush out through the paper.
Ye Fan stared at the photo for a long time and then nodded in silence. This was most likely a great ancient demonic god who was extremely terrifying. So many heroic spirits had died in the past, so this photo would definitely make his cultivation level rise to another level.
He thought about it and told the Numinous Treasure Sect Master to tell his disciples not to reveal anything about him, especially his cultivation level. Then he asked about the location of the four great demonic god clans.
"Don't worry, I've already told them, and the guests not sent by me have also been informed. They won't leak it out."
The Numinous Treasure Sect Master only knew the general area, but he didn't know the real secret places of the four great demonic god clans. Because these places were all taboo, getting too close might cause a great disaster.
Although he didn't get the Nine Secrets on this trip to Mount Gezao, Ye Fan learned about the current cultivation world on Earth and gained a lot.
Before he walked out of Mount Gezao, Ye Fan stopped in his tracks. In the distance, a man with gray wings landed, releasing waves of black mist.
Behind him, the Numinous Treasure Sect Master's expression suddenly changed. This was a powerful figure from the Four Extreme Secret Realms. He had gray hair and gray eyes, as if he had come from hell.
He directly stated his purpose of coming and mentioned the story of the nine dragons pulling the coffin. He said that the Numinous Treasure Sect must have also brought back something important and wanted to borrow it today to take a look.
"Why do I feel that they look a bit like the Fallen Wing Clan?" Ye Fan said.
"They are from the Western orthodoxy," the Numinous Treasure Sect Master said.
"Who are you, and why are you here?" The man with gray wings had eyes that were as dark as dead ashes. They were dim and lifeless as he swept his gaze over mercilessly.
"Who I am is not important, and I don't need to tell you." Ye Fan walked around him and said, "I don't have time now, but I will go to Jerusalem in the future."
"You want to go to our ancient Holy City? It's been a long time since a cultivator has come …" The gray-haired man suddenly stretched out a big hand and grabbed the top of Ye Fan's head as fast as lightning.
Poof!
Ye Fan drew a line in the air with his finger. There was still some distance between them, but the arms of the strange man were all cut off. Gray blood splattered everywhere.
"You … who are you?" The man with gray feathers on his back was shocked. He didn't expect to kick such a terrifying iron plate. It was obvious that he was a great medic!
Ye Fan waved his hand and restrained him in an instant. Fear was written all over his face. He struggled with all his might, but he couldn't break free.
At the side, everyone was horrified. This was an expert of the Four Extremes Secret Realms. Ordinary sect masters were only at this level, but he was carried away by Ye Fan like a dead duck.
Ye Fan extracted a ray of light from the center of his brows. That was his consciousness. He read the memories and revealed a cold smile. "I really thought that a fallen angel had come. So this is the result of a successful cultivation of the western orthodoxy."
"You … who are you? My lord will appear in the world, let me go." The gray-haired man was shocked and terrified.
Poof!
Ye Fan pointed with his finger and he dissipated like a snowflake. His flesh, blood, internal organs, and consciousness all melted away, no longer existing.
The surrounding people didn't even dare to breathe loudly. They were secretly glad that they didn't offend this god and didn't fight him. Moreover, they received his guidance.
"I really don't know who I will meet when I make a trip to the west in the future." Ye Fan muttered to himself and disappeared with Guo Zhen and Komatsu.
A few days later, he arrived at Mount Changbai and entered this primordial land in search of the ancient demon god race.
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