Chapter 1841: Turmoil in the Court
her eyes filled with a hint of sadness.This armor at first glance is not an ordinary item. The person who used it back then must have been a powerful ancient cultivator. Now the armor is buried deep...Finally, Wan Zhensheng understood the importance of this battle at the altar. He no longer dared to persuade his master uncle to take back his order.
He knew he was not up to the task, only a venerable master like his uncle could possibly handle it.
Even after severing his cultivation, Master Uncle's strength was beyond their reach.
If this battle concerned the struggle for control of the Divine Court, then entering the Great Truth Hall as a Grandmaster wouldn't be limited to just Master Uncle alone.
Then, Wan Zhenren indeed saw the old Taoist pick up a golden pen from the table. With a flick of his wrist, he dotted cinnabar on the talisman paper, completing it in one go.
A flash of light, the talisman transformed into a white crane. It stretched its neck and let out a loud cry, spreading its wings as if about to fly. Before the old Taoist priest it circled briefly, then shot out of the hall like an arrow leaving the bowstring, gradually fading until it vanished into the clouds.
“Gushan is the earliest developed among the four realms, and should be the largest in scope. Yet it's also the first to bear the brunt of any upheaval and suffers the most severe damage. Initially, Gushan's Dao seal was the most solid and nearly complete among the four realms. However, due to this catastrophe, it has been shattered into five parts. Our predecessors dedicated their entire lives to cultivating Gushan, including its altar. Large swathes of land, including the Dao altar itself, have once again fallen into chaos, with the six heavenly qi running rampant…”
The old Taoist priest put down his gold pen and walked out of the hall, muttering to himself as he went.
Wàn Zhēnrén slightly bowed, respectfully following behind. When he heard this, his expression moved, and another doubt that had been bothering him was cleared by his master uncle. After a moment of thought, he asked: "With the strength of the Dao Court back then, wouldn't it be difficult to refine even a Dharma Imprint"
Born here, raised here.
Wan Zhuren had long found it strange that Gu Shanji, despite being a dilapidated state, possessed such a vast territory.
In Taoist scriptures, the complete Gu Shan Zhi (probably referring to a specific term or practice within Daoism) surpasses even the combined effects of the other three.
It turns out that it's all related to Gongyin.
All Taoist priesthoods are connected to the Heavenly Court and allow communication with the celestial deities. Whether it be the main altar (治壇), the altar for peace (靖壇), the general altar (都壇), the branch altars (分壇), or the altars of various sects, all can bestow the Daoist ordination only because they inherit the authority of the Imperial Seal of Taoism (都功印).
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A talisman's power comes from being stamped with the Seal of True God by the Divine Script Temple.
According to what my senior uncle said, the more successful a ruler's governance is, the more solidified their power and the wider their territory become. After Gu Shan's territory was broken, it only remained south of Star Island Fairy Lake, because his Seal of Achievement had been shattered.
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How vast is the land ruled by a single emperor who has achieved great success in governing
The fact that the mountain of treasures has become like this is definitely related to that great upheaval.
However, since Kuroshima is still around, those yokai countries and sects can still continue to bestow talismans. It should mean that the official seals haven't been completely destroyed.
It is estimated that the fragments are held by Dao Ting and Gui Fang Guo respectively, which forms the situation of cultivators and demon countries ruling separately.
Wan Zhenren pondered these matters in his heart, only to hear his master uncle say: "Indeed so, all merits seals can be reported to the Shen Ting (Divine Court), and they can pass down teachings and bestow talismans. They are indeed the foundation of a single governance system, and also the reliance of us who stand on the Evil Origin! For a single governance system, the great accomplishment of all merits seals is only possible to enter the ranks of righteous governance. The Shen Ting has a fixed four directions and eight extremes, calming the energy of the six heavens and earth. Because the Shen Ting has disappeared, the connection between the all merits seals and the Shen Ting has never been so weak. Not only can it no longer continue to be refined, but it also needs to be placed on the governance altar for enshrinement, maintained by the True Monarchs. Its power is greatly affected, and the higher the cultivation level, the more obvious the feeling is. Once a Grand Master leaves his home governance territory, in the Evil Origin there will be a precarious situation of unstable altar and restless divine generals. The so-called celestial phenomena are actually the signs that we are impacted by the energy of the six heavens and earth, and our foundations are unstable."
Hearing these secrets, Wan Zhenren felt a tremor no less than the one he had just experienced.
No wonder the great celestial master's movements always bring about celestial phenomena, no wonder the divine general dragon is seen from the head but never the tail. Even with his official rank, he has never witnessed the true face of the immortal.
No wonder Master Uncle would rather damage his cultivation than ask the True Monarch to come down the mountain.
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The fundamental principle of the Taoist school lies not only in the attainment of the True One (都功印), but also in the two court true monarchs who maintain it, allowing no room for error!
Wàn Zhēnren disregarded his proper etiquette as a disciple and stepped forward, repeatedly asking, "Why didn't you invite Senior Brother Ling out of seclusion"
So-called Ling Qianbei, is a celestial treasure spirit of the Beiji Exorcism Academy. He was fortunate enough to be allowed, by Ling Qianbei's protection, to enter the Sea of Evils.
He had never heard of the saying that a spirit tool would receive an inscription, but a celestial treasure acquired in the underworld did not cause any celestial phenomena.
“The spirit resides within the entity and can block the qi of the six heavens, but once it unleashes its full power within the ritual altar, the consequences will be the same for us. Constraining itself is akin to a spiritual treasure. The various illusions within the altar are remnants of ancient powerful divine abilities, evolving over countless years. Some are temporarily dormant, while others balance each other, maintaining a fragile equilibrium. Once the power exceeds a certain limit, it will trigger the divine abilities to retaliate, inevitably causing chaos. If we inadvertently destroy the hard-won clues, we will be beyond redemption!”
The old Taoist priest sighed and walked out of the hall, standing in the courtyard.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky, his back to all humanity.
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Man Zhen's expression was complicated, secretly guessing what his master uncle was looking at. Was he looking at the legendary Divine Court, or was he 'looking' at the Dao
To put oneself in his shoes, he would surely feel extremely reluctant to cut off his cultivation.
'Wow!'
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Suddenly, the wind picked up and the clouds gathered.
The entire Jingtan's celestial energy was in turmoil, surging like a tide and pouring madly towards the courtyard deep within Jingtan.
The Taoists inside the Jingtan felt the change in Yuan Qi, surprised and uncertain. The more accomplished ones quickly understood the reason.
Those naive low-ranking celestial officials, thinking of the records and legends in ancient books, also guessed a few points.
It was rumored that there was a great hermit's palace within the Jingtan, where he often came to meditate in seclusion. It turns out this rumor was true.
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For a moment, Taoist priests poured out of the official residence, their eyes fixed on this place.
In a short while, the sea became calm.
When all the various schools waited for a long time, they saw no other changes and were unclear about the reason. It only became a topic of conversation afterward.
In the courtyard.
The essence of heaven and earth converged, forming a physical body. Its appearance, bearing, and demeanor were nearly indistinguishable from an old Taoist priest.
The Dharmakaya stood suspended in the air above the main hall, facing the principal Buddha. It descended from the heavens step by step.
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As it reached a height of only a few feet, his physical form vanished. A blue light flickered, as if his vital energy had dissipated, and his body suddenly became ethereal.
At the same time, a talisman floated above the head of the old Taoist priest.
Seeing Master Uncle's talisman altar, Wan Zhenren's eyes flashed with admiration and regret.
Within the talisman altar, the celestial decree of the Northern Emperor resided in his acupoint eye, manifesting as familiar Nine Heavens talismans. They were almost ready to solidify into physical forms.
Before, Wan Zhenren did not understand the meaning of the nine heavens soldier talisman. Now he understands.
This is the warrant of the deities, a command to the ghosts of the underworld and the soldiers of the human realm!
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The gates of the talisman array were not yet open, but bursts of roars echoed out, each one filled with tragic grandeur.
Suddenly, a silver light flew into the courtyard, transforming into a silver spirit bird. It circled around the old Taoist priest, emitting a mournful cry, as if lamenting.
The old Taoist's face paled slightly, he let out a muffled grunt, his physical form dissipated, and a point of blue light fell down, disappearing into the top of his head.
The next moment, the old Taoist's aura plummeted sharply, instantly falling below the five-symbol formation and maintaining the peak of the late stage of Dongxuan.
The talisman platform and the Nine Heavens Soldier Talismans within it immediately dimmed.
Similar situations have occurred not only at this Jingtan, but also at the Shibi Zhizhi Altar, the Zhongmao Zhizhi Altar, and even in the realm of Gui Fang.
For a time, the wind carried whispers of imminent danger.
Great chaos is about to begin!
A large gathering of people, especially to celebrate something or commemorate an important event.
In the depths of illusion, Qin Sang was isolated from the world, ignorant of everything, still exploring inward relentlessly.
Qin Sang believed that within the arena of governance, aside from these mysterious illusions, few enemies could threaten him.
Especially after Heavenly Demon Refinement once again broke through, and Cloud Travel Sword became a Spirit Treasure, he was even more confident in his own strength.
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Never would I have imagined that a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage would sever their cultivation and enter the Hall of Healing.
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“It’s becoming clearer…”
Qin Sang caught his breath in a narrow strip of auspicious clouds within the illusionary realm, spreading out his palm and sensing the talisman.
Through repeated exploration and failures, we gradually approach our goal.
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The auspicious clouds are thin.
Here you can also find the auspicious cloud zone, it is quite difficult to find. Qin Sang noted this place down and in the future it can be used as a transfer point.
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Soon, Qin Sang's strength fully recovered, he stood up and looked forward.
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Through the perception of talismans, Qin Sang guessed that he was no more than three realms away from his goal.
The terrain here is too complex, with all sorts of phantasmagorias intertwined, making every step difficult.
If he took a detour, it might take several or even dozens of times the time and effort. Luckily, he had talismans to guide him, so he wasn't worried about getting lost.
"It's best to charge in headfirst," Qin Sang thought to himself, carefully observing the mirage before him.
The edge of the illusion was no more than three feet from him, a scene of chilling white. Qin Sang almost felt the icy wind whipping against his face.
The snow beat down relentlessly, while the wind howled like a hungry beast.
After traversing so many illusions, Qin Sang had a mature process. He habitually summoned the Qingluan Dharma form, integrating it into himself, but he wouldn't activate the Dharma form's power for now. Then, he activated the Great Vajra Wheel Seal, transforming into a Golden Vajra Luminous Body.
The Cloud-Traversing Sword flew out from between his brows, its blade suspended above his head, sword light flickering, ready to strike at any moment.
Because of the scene in his vision, Qin Sang took two more precautions this time. He invoked the Nine Nether Demon Fire with his divine sense to form a fire armor for protection, and he also awakened the young phoenix spirit, always ready to activate the Sun God Bird.
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Prepared, Qin Sang took a step forward and stepped into the wind and snow.
In an instant, a chill ran through him, penetrating his very bones. Even Qin Sang, whose physique was as strong as iron, couldn't help but shiver.
However, Qin Sang could still bear it. After calming down a little, he looked around.
All that was visible was a thick layer of goose-feather snow and a deep blanket of snow on the ground. The snowdrifts rose and fell, resembling mountains and valleys beneath, but all were obscured by the heavy snowfall.
Ironically, the snowfall is endless, yet the snow layer on the ground remains unchanged.
Qin Sang glanced down at her feet. Walking on it would leave footprints, but they would be filled in immediately by the heavy snow when she lifted them.
It seemed harmless, but as Qin Sang was about to step forward, he inexplicably felt a sense of unease.
He frowned and stopped, unable to pinpoint the source of his unease. He chose to leave the snow realm by the way he came.
This is his experience of navigating the treacherous world of spiritual enlightenment, he never forced himself into danger and avoided many perilous situations.
After a brief sojourn outside, Qin Sang returned to the Snow Realm. That unsettling feeling arose again. Several attempts at probing revealed nothing, but the source of it remained elusive.
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He summoned a puppet, and as soon as it entered the snowy realm, it was frozen solid. Then, right before Qin Sang's eyes, it turned white at an alarming speed.
It wasn't covered in white snow, but rather became a puppet made of snow, eventually transforming into flakes that joined the swirling snowfall.
Qin Sang was slightly surprised, but she wasn't flustered. She pondered deeply, the scene in the snow realm reflected in her eyes.
Looking at the flying snow and raging cold wind, Qin Sang's heart moved. He took out the Four Elephant Serpent Seal.
Four Teng Snakes broke free from the mark on their heads and dashed into the snow, seeming to become instantly excited as they swam back and forth in the snow.
Qin Sang commanded the Teng Snake to spit out mist, spewing out icy flames that were noticeably stronger than when it was outside the snow realm.
After a moment of contemplation, Qin Sang returned to the Snow Realm and ordered Teng She to aim at himself.
Wisps of icy flames merged together, enveloping him completely, leaving no gaps. Qin Sang was like being frozen in an ice ball; the unease in his heart had inexplicably vanished.
"That's so easy"
Qin Sang was somewhat disbelieving, but still wanted to try.
He walked at a slow pace, his footprints being instantly covered by the heavy snow, leaving no trace behind.
Four Tengshe snakes circled above his head, like four guardian spirit beasts.
One person, 'Four Beasts', walked silently across the snowfield. Their back held a sense of loneliness that matched the vast emptiness of the snowy landscape.
Qin Sang's mind was never at ease, her eyes like blades, until she walked through the snowfield and to its end, she encountered no danger at all.
Similar situations have occurred before. Illusions are masterless, as long as you find a way to counter them, you can easily pass through them, and his methods are diverse.
Qin Sang turned back, secretly sighing with emotion. He didn't expect to encounter a stroke of luck so close to his goal, saving him a lot of time.
The Ice Realm must be the manifestation of a mighty supernatural power wielding ice magic. Alas, its incarnation has perished; otherwise, with a deep contemplation here, I would surely reap rewards.
Stepping out of the snowfield, he put away the Four-Paws Tengshe Seal. Looking at the scene before him, Qin Sang's pupils constricted slightly.
Ahead, darkness prevailed. Two blades of light clashed in the gloom, resembling a pair of open scissors or a closing guillotine.
He could feel that this dark area wasn't large, seeming like one could pass through it safely as if passing through a guillotine. Thus, he flicked his fingers and released a puppet shaped like a flying bird.
To help Qin Sang, Mo Xingdao refined all kinds of puppets to deal with various situations.
Whoosh!
A bird flew through the middle of the guillotine.
Two blades of light flickered, the bird was cut in two and still flew forward before finally falling and turning to dust.
Qin Sang stayed for several days, using various methods to probe, and finally came alone to the executioner's platform. Behind him, the phoenix wings spread open and flapped suddenly.
'Click!'
A clap of thunder boomed, and brilliant lightning ripped through the darkness.
At this moment, Qin Sang had no reservations whatsoever. His dharma form invoked the essence of Qingluan lightning power, and his thunder escape technique was pushed to its peak.
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At this moment, the speed was enough to shock any cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage, and even Void Refinement Stage cultivators would stare in awe!
A bolt of lightning flashed between the guillotine blades.
Not until a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky did the blade come down. Qin Sang materialized on the other side of the guillotine, unharmed. He smiled faintly and flew out into the darkness without looking back. Immediately, he saw a gigantic ancient mirror.
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The ancient mirror was round, its reflective surface facing the Qin Sang tree. It stood before them, appearing almost real, but not quite tangible.
Perhaps it was bad luck, but Qin Sang, after wandering around the treatment platform for so long, had never seen any genuine treasures.
The mirror reflected a familiar sight, the red gold spiritual needle!
Qin Sang stared for a moment, slightly turning his head, and saw the sun-covering crimson spiritual needle, radiating an incomparably dangerous aura.
As it turned out, the truth was as simple as we had guessed. The Crimson Gold Acupuncture Needle shone in the mirror and its reflection crossed the boundary of the altar space, appearing outside it.
The scene here is more complex and mysterious than what's reflected in the mirror.
Qin Sang looked up and found that the top was an inverted mainland, with mountains and rivers just like the outside world. Looking down, he saw a blue sky dotted with white clouds.
Here the heavens and earth are inverted, causing dizziness.
The Crimson Spirit Needles originate from two hanging peaks, with no people nor formations within the mountains.
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Moving slightly closer, Qin Sang felt a presence multiple times more dangerous than the reflection. He didn't dare to act rashly.
There is no description of the ascension path described by Mo Xingdao here, which shows that it is not yet at its end.
Qin Sang kept probing, committing every detail of the surroundings to memory, preparing to ask Mo Xindao or take him here in person.
After accomplishing his objective, Qin Sang withdrew according to plan and returned to his cave dwelling to recuperate.e pill, his face beaming with excitement that he couldn't hide. He turned his gaze to Qin Sang, now completely devoid of the previous disdain, and said, "This time, it was all thanks to Daoist Ming Yu...