Chapter 1846: Ancient Tree
hen he saw Yun Youzi shaking his head and saying: "Ji Xin is not a cultivator, at least not before the old Daoist left. Because the old Daoist also met with Xian Yuan after parting ways with Ji Xin, a...Tian Min Shu Ling Curse!
Danger is imminent. The young maiden responds while her eyes are constantly on the other, spellcasting woman.
This woman was none other than her master, the venerable Master Ruquan of Jingquan Guan.
The young maiden stared with wide, unblinking eyes, afraid to miss a single movement of her master's hands.
This incantation is a secret transmission of the Pure Spring Monastery, and only a Great Master of the Five Talisman Method can skillfully cast it.
She was already at the late stage of the Dongxuan realm, barely able to perform it, but it was extremely difficult. She had to summon the talisman platform, gather her troops, and step on the battle formation, all while chanting spells together.
Before his self-abnegation of cultivation, Master did not need to arrange troops and horses or chant spells; he could simply raise his hand to cast a spell. However, at this moment, his demeanor was not as effortless as before, and he needed to recite mantras to attract spiritual power.
However, this might allow young maidens to experience the depth of Zuo Quan's understanding of divine incantations and learn more.
As for the dangers surrounding them, seeing her master's calm expression, the young woman felt no fear.
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Unless demons gather here in the arena to be slain.
The purified spring water materialized out of thin air, untethered and swirling around everyone present.
The air around here was thick with foul miasma, making it impossible for anyone to approach.
When the real person of Ruquan uttered a divine incantation to help other real people resolve their urgent crisis, all the real people, who were highly skilled and experienced in battles, immediately reacted. Treasures lights appeared on their bodies one after another.
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The radiance originates from the individual talismans of each true one.
All four were disciples of the Daoist Palaces, their practiced talismans were all passed down by their masters, unlike the three major official talismans of the Daoist Court.
The young woman's altar of the Taoist scriptures had a spring of clear water in its center. The water was crystal clear, it was the true form of the talisman as passed down by the Pure Spring View lineage of the Pure Spring Talisman.
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The other three true people's talismans were all different. One talisman transformed into a cinnabar-yellow scroll, one had a jade bamboo staff growing inside the talisman, and the last person's talisman was a golden elixir the size of a longan.
Take a closer look and you'll discover the differences between the four talismans.
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The jade bamboo staff is real, but the talismans of the other three people are all illusory. This shows that the master of the jade bamboo staff practices the Golden Seal Altar, while the other three practice the Army and Horse Altar.
All four were masters of their respective schools, qualified to inherit the sect's raised army. Therefore, most of them specialized in the Military Formation Altar.
The altar is set.
Three armies roared with thunderous drums, eight gates swung open, and waves of soldiers poured out, filling the air with an oppressive demonic energy.
The cultivators who guarded the Golden Seal Altar were not to be outdone either. With nimble fingers, they pointed towards the talisman altar, their lips moving slightly. Though no chanting could be heard, the jade staff within the talisman altar trembled incessantly. After a moment, brilliant light erupted from it.
Inside the Lingguang, the jade bamboo staff was swelling at an astonishing rate. In a blink of an eye, it had grown to be dozens of people thick.
Actually, it's not the jade bamboo staff's body that's expanding. What's visible to the naked eye is that the surface of the giant staff is engraved with a dense network of strange runes, chaotic yet orderly, with a strict order.
It is evident that this real person is employing a peculiar divine script through the talisman platform.
The giant bamboo rod swelled to its limit and then exploded suddenly, sending countless bamboo splinters flying in all directions.
The bamboo pieces won't harm anyone, they fly towards other summoned demons just right.
Each demon soldier had a piece of emerald green bamboo on top of their head. With a flash, the bamboo piece fell towards the demon soldier's forehead and merged into their body.
The other three real people showed no intention of stopping them. Without orders, the demon soldiers dared not resist and allowed the power from the bamboo slips to enter their bodies.
At this time, the demon soldiers had just been summoned and their formation was not yet complete. As the bamboo slip was integrated, all the demon soldiers emitted an identical light.
Thoughts intertwined, like a single whole.
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The demon soldiers belonged to three real people, but at this moment, their auras were unified and natural. Although they seemed to be scattered in formation, each bamboo piece was a scattered shape. Once something changed, they could immediately unite and form an army into a divine symbol.
When soldiers form a large army and are blessed by bamboo strips, there are countless benefits.
When four real people rarely join forces against an enemy, their cooperation at this moment is very tacit, complementing each other, and not giving the enemy a chance.
Amongst all the True Ones, only Master Ruquan remained unsummoned from his altar. He stood aloft, casting spells to ward off the encroaching filth. As the armies prepared for battle, he slowly descended into their ranks.
Whether it was out of fear of Zhenren Jioquan's power or an inability to find a suitable moment to strike, the aura of filth did not continue to grow stronger, but instead showed signs of weakening.
There were no special changes inside the turbid air.
No one knows what other plots the demons might have up their sleeves, so Zhu Zhen doesn't dare to be careless. They remain secretly vigilant, waiting for Master Ruquan's orders.
Just then, Ruquan's expression shifted slightly. His eyes flashed brightly and he suddenly turned his head to the right.
There, the waves were churning just as they were elsewhere. But then came a few sharp, eerie laughs, "Heh heh... I thought it was someone else. It's actually Ruquan, the true master of Jingquan Temple! With Jingquan Temple's strength and status, wouldn't it be difficult to get a position as a great true master on the Dugong Seal No wonder you're willing to be a lapdog for the Dao Court, disrespectful! Disrespectful!"
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The voice was eerie and strange, with words that carried a profound and hidden meaning.
Upon hearing this, the other four real people's eyes flashed with strange colors.
Given their standing, they more or less knew some secrets, but were unclear about the reason.
It is rumored that the five talisman positions in the Taoist school have a fixed quota, and it is not something that can be broken through simply by reaching a certain level of cultivation. Even forcibly breaking through is difficult to establish oneself. Military achievements against the ghost nation are one of the criteria for determining qualifications.
The young maiden, having just learned the secret of the Divine Court and the Grand Seal, surmised that it must be related to the collapse of the Divine Court and the incompletion of the Grand Seal in the past.
If Master Quan truly felt no anger, his expression was utterly calm, and his voice was chillingly clear: "This array can conceal itself from my perception. It must be the Demon King's magical powers at work here. I wonder which esteemed friend is present Why not reveal themselves and have a chat"
The other party just sneered and didn't respond.
The eerie laughter gradually faded, and the foul air quickly dissipated, disappearing without a trace.
When Master Ruquan gazed towards the direction where the laughter had vanished, he guessed the other party's intention. This attack seemed like a feint, but its true purpose was to lure her out and confirm her identity.
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The probing began between them, the Ghost Nation winning the first game.
"...See Senior Roken."
Zhu Zhen put away the talisman altar and stepped forward to bow respectfully to Daoist Ruquan.
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Three real people had different expressions. Only then did they realize that the Great Real Person had actually cut off his cultivation and entered the governance platform.
What on earth is so important
They didn't dare to ask Ruquan, the real person, but instead, they used inquiring glances and sidelong looks at Jingquan Guan Guan master.
If Master Ruquan need not explain anything to them, withdrew his gaze and looked at the position where Yuantāi had been just now, "Go! See what kind of means these demons are using..."
Three real people, with questions, hurried to follow.
The embryo is scattered, auspicious clouds seem peaceful, there must be traces left behind. The true seekers should search carefully.
At the same time, Wan Zhenren and his party were exploring along the predetermined route.
As they explored, they frequently looked in the direction where the golden light had disappeared.
Wan Zhenren was paying close attention to his master uncle's movements.
The old Taoist would rub the jade talisman in his hand every so often, as if sensing something.
After walking for a while, Wan Zhen heard his master's voice transmitted, "Don't mind that side."
“Yes!”
Wan Zhensheng received the order and continued to search for the Divine Court.
Since the incident with Master Ruquan, activity within the tribunal gradually increased. Similar golden lights appeared every so often.
There were golden lights, as well as other colored glows. Some were imposing, sweeping across the entire tribunal, even comparable to that one many years ago.
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Some only affect a large area of scenery nearby, appearing and disappearing very quickly.
All of this is a result of the two sides' behind-the-scenes maneuvering, their probing and seductive tactics aimed at each other.
Even knowing that over 90% were the enemy, he had to go and check. The unavoidable battle was inevitable.
Sometimes, it's enough to simply identify the enemy and retreat.
Sometimes, they would also have a big battle, with one side winning and the other losing.
However, the true entrance to the Divine Court never appeared. Before that, no one was willing to fight to the death.
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"Here we go again!"
In the flower field, Qin Sang looked up at the sky and saw a sea of red clouds, dyeing the entire Poisonous Domain crimson.
It was as if a round of the morning sun was rising slowly and steadily over the altar.
“The ninth time…”
Qin Sang murmured.
He stayed in the flower field, counting the flashes of light from the altar one by one. There were six times the golden light appeared, and three times the red glow.
He didn't understand the meaning of these strange lights, he could only guess how intense the fight between the two sides had become through the effects caused by the lights.
The only consolation was that, each time, the lights were not as intense as the golden light that year, which had dramatically affected the illusion. For now, the flower field remained unchanged.
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Qin Sang noticed that the source of the strange light was not fixed, and it didn't get deeper each time.
This indicates that both parties aren't simply focused on exploring the innermost regions of the altar. That treasure could potentially be located anywhere within the altar area.
Time flowed slowly in the process of Qin Sang counting the number of abnormal light bursts, making it excruciatingly painful.
For several days.
The standoff outside the court continues.
The battlefield was deathly silent.
The court remained silent, with no word coming from either side. The intensity of the confrontation had lessened considerably compared to its initial fervor, and their sharp edges were being dulled by time.
The struggle within the court has intensified, with both sides suffering casualties.
Wànzhēnrén and his group were lucky. They had just narrowly missed a group of demon cultivators two days prior. After a few tentative exchanges across the distance, they decided to let sleeping dogs lie and parted ways.
After that, I did not encounter any other demons.
These days, Wan Zhen leads all the true ones through countless illusions, but the jade talisman in his hand remains unresponsive.
Strange occurrences happened frequently, and the true believers numbly followed Master Wan's orders without a sound. Those with discerning eyes had already realized that the old Daoist was no ordinary man, but none dared to investigate further.
"Wow!"
Another wave of golden light surged into the sky, engulfing everyone.
As expected, Zhūzhēn's habitual vigilance paid off. The light wave reached its peak in an instant and then vanished just as quickly.
As the golden light faded, everyone looked around, their expressions returning to normal. They were just about to leave when they saw that the old Taoist priest remained standing in place, motionless.
"Master Uncle"
> Wan Zhenshen hurried to stop his steps.
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The old Taoist priest didn't say a word, his brows furrowed into the shape of a Sichuan character. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and asked, "This is how many times"
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All truly knowing this, the disciple pondered, “It must be the eighth time.”
"The eighth time..."
The old Taoist priest waved his whisk, and light spots scattered, forming a circular area before him.
In some directions, there are spots of light that turn golden, very conspicuous, a total of eight.
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The eight golden points' locations are scattered and seemingly unconnected. However, in the old Taoist's eyes, there might be a pattern hidden within them.
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The old Taoist pondered for a long time, his expression shifting slightly. He flicked his robes and brushed away the dust from the disc, "Follow me..."
Before the words could even fade, the old Taoist vanished like lightning. Instead of going deeper into the curing altar or in the original direction, he shot straight west. As he fled, his deep eyes remained fixed on calculation and deduction.
Everyone looked at each other, confused, and could only follow closely.
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Just as Man Zhenshen and the others were racing through the treatment platform, unbeknownst to them, the demon cultivators were moving in an orderly manner.
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The repeated bursts of golden light are not merely meant to mislead the Taoist school.
They use this as a cover, quietly laying out a massive formation in the political arena. Although they cannot directly find their target, it can help them rule out some areas and pinpoint the general location of the target.
This formation was created by the Great Sage himself. Even a great cultivator at their peak would find it difficult to detect, let alone now.
"It's time..."
In a place of shimmering, illusory visions, five demonic cultivators stood suspended above the water, surrounding a white-clad scholar.
The scholar in white was gentle and elegant, with no trace of a demonic aura on his appearance. He looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.
Then, the white-clad scholar lightly shook his sleeves, a golden pearl tumbled out, and fell into the water.
'Bang!'
Water ripples do not arise.
A golden pearl floats silently on the water.
The rest of the demon cultivators hurriedly forced out their essence blood and poured it into the pearls. The blood flashed and disappeared, and the pearls seemed to shed a layer of their shell, with golden light spreading out.
Immediately, the pearl gradually swelled and its shape changed, transforming into a golden fetus.
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The nascent embryo surged, the golden light becoming increasingly rich, dyeing the entire illusion gold and spreading rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, golden light filled most of the treatment altar. The cultivators and demon cultivators who saw the golden light all turned to look at it.
I thought the golden light would fade away like it did before.
To everyone's surprise, when the golden light filled the entire treatment platform and reached its peak, it didn't dissipate but instead continued to strengthen.
At the same time, eight illusory nascent souls appeared in various parts of the arena. They were the source of the previous eight golden lights.
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The place that had been silent
, with the appearance of a glimmer, immediately echoed with golden light.
The last embryo felt a response, its movement sped up suddenly, bursting with even more intense golden light.
Boom!
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A constant stream of golden light struck the alchemy platform, nine nascent souls forming a strange array.
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At this moment, all the demon cultivators and cultivators in the governing hall sensed the Yuantai Formation. As soon as the formation was complete, an area within it began to fluctuate strangely.
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The demonic cultivators were excited and rushed towards that direction without hesitation.
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Daoist cultivators all changed color, cried out in alarm, and hurried to go.
In the field of flowers, Qin Sang also stood up from the ground.
“Are you coming”
Qin Sang dispersed his divine sense, covering the entire flower field, feeling the increasingly intense impact.
'Boom boom boom...'
The Flower Field Array was trembling, flower spirits were dancing, and the white bones on the ground were also moving.
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This impact has exceeded that of the year.
Qin Sang's expression gradually eased from solemnity.
In the illusion where the flower field is located, white bones are the foundation, and the flower field was planted by later generations.
As it turned out, the white bone earth was very stable. As long as the illusory scene remained unshaken, the Flower Field Formation could hold. Last time, the formation was weakened because there was a gap in it, which affected the Eye of Insight.
For now, it seems I don't need to transfer the spirit flower.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The external illusions were struck by a golden light, one after another illusion was awakened, and all kinds of wonders bloomed constantly.
Both masters disregarded the danger, as they were flying away, suddenly feeling a tremendous tremor in the arena.
This tremor was extraordinary, as if the entire governing hall had jumped.
At this moment, everyone, including Qin Sang, was secretly startled and looked towards the source of the tremor.
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There erupted a golden light, more brilliant than that of the primordial womb, and the shadow of an ancient tree materialized!
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