"Is the man surnamed Yun planning to ambush Zheng Fa?"
"I asked the Old Yuan asked.
Having obtained Vast Sun's intelligence, Old Han hurriedly delivered it to the Heavenly Emperor Body. At this time, the high-ranking members of the Nine Mountains Sect gathered together again in the Purple Tenuity Enclosure.
" The Thick-Earth Magnetism Formation has also detected news of Nishang Yuanjun," the Heavenly Emperor Body explained. "There are also some disciples from Thunderclap Temple. The Old Monk Zhitong has passed away; they came with Nishang Yuanjun and will arrive in the Nine Mountains Realm soon." (There's a correction here; I forgot to include it in the previous text, which led to the resurrection of the old man Zhitong. I only noticed it while reviewing the previous text these past two days. It has been corrected. My apologies.)
Vast Sun Mountain is quite a distance from the Nine Mountains, not to mention that Nishang Yuanjun is with a group of disciples who haven't arrived yet.
"The disciples of Thunderclap Temple... are indeed lacking in manners."
If Zhitong were still alive, the Nine Mountains Realm would never have let this person pass through, but to be honest, these Leiyin disciples didn't care much.
"The problem still lies with Vast Sun Mountain," Senior Sister Zhang said. "That Golden Sun Burning-Heaven Formation sounds incredibly powerful. How do we deal with it?"
Everyone looked at the Heavenly Emperor Body. After thinking for a long time, the Heavenly Emperor Body said, "This matter is actually not difficult. With the main body on guard, there shouldn't be much of a problem."
Everyone nodded slightly. This wasn't due to the Heavenly Emperor Body's blind confidence, but rather because the Nine Mountains Sect had a deep understanding of formations, and their concept of the Thick-Earth Magnetism Formation was unparalleled in its profound Xuanwei. They were well aware of its strengths and weaknesses.
Its advantages are obvious: it is powerful and has a wide range.
The rest are all drawbacks—it's not flexible enough, requires a lot of resources, and has stringent conditions.
If one is prepared, it shouldn't be a big problem for Zheng Fa.
"The focus now remains on the progress of the Dao Body Design," the Heavenly Emperor Body instructed. "This matter concerns the Primordial Purple Qi and the usage of the Cosmos Cauldron."
Senior Sister Zhang chimed in, "The opening of the Underworld is only just beginning to affect us; Golden Immortal will gradually enter the Xuanwei..."
Everyone's faces darkened.
The return of Cloud True Immortal is not a major problem, but the return of Golden Immortal is a different story.
The Old Yuan asked, "How is the Immortal-Slayer Sword Formation progressing?"
"It's very slow, so we can only rely on the Cosmos Cauldron."
The expressions on everyone's faces grew even more somber.
The Old Yuan, however, fell into deep thought, "I'm thinking, that Golden Sun Burning-Heaven Formation sounds pretty good too."
These words came abruptly, leaving everyone even more confused. Only the Heavenly Emperor Body raised an eyebrow, seemingly understanding. "You want to steal that formation?"
The Old Yuan's face was full of self-righteousness. "We need to be wary of Golden Immortal. Wasn't that guy surnamed Yun just bragging? That formation can counter Golden Immortal, that's fate!"
"..."
Uncle-Master Pang opened his mouth wide, then closed it, and then opened it wide again.
Even the Heavenly Emperor Body was somewhat bewildered.
You know what, you really shouldn't say it.
Making is not as good as buying, no, it's better to rob!
Senior Sister Zhang's eyes were filled with excitement. "We're not even sure if the Immortal-Slayer Sword Formation can be upgraded. On one hand, Zheng Fa might not be able to learn how to use the Cosmos Cauldron, and on the other hand, we're only guessing how effective the Cosmos Cauldron will be. The Golden Sun Incinerating Heaven Formation is indeed an alternative."
The Old Yuan's words dispelled everyone's misconceptions.
The Immortal-Slayer Sword Formation must be forged; it's an exclusive technique.
The Golden Sun Burning-Heaven Formation also smells very good.
Who would complain about having too many formations?
The Old Yuan stroked his beard, his expression calm and unfathomable.
"However, the secrets of this grand formation seem to reside entirely in Cloud True Immortal's mind, and he also controls the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow." Uncle-Master Pang frowned again. "Over the years, he has never revealed it to anyone. Unless Cloud True Immortal surrenders, it won't be easy to find out how to control this grand formation..."
Lu Mo must have trusted Cloud True Immortal immensely, entrusting Vast Sun Mountain to him. Even the Golden Sun Burning-Heaven Formation seems to be something only Cloud True Immortal could fully control.
Cloud True Immortal is likely extremely loyal to Lu Mo, and getting him to betray him would be ten or a hundred times more difficult than getting Dragon Lord Shuyu do so.
While everyone was struggling with their decision, the Old Yuan wore a confident smile, as if he had already planned it all out.
"Master?"
Have you forgotten the Earthly Fiend Seventy-Two Transformations?
" Earthly Fiend Seventy-Two Transformations?"
"He doesn't want to betray Lu Mo...?" The Old Yuan's face was full of understanding. "Let's help him!"
"..."
"I've already finished writing the storybook!"
The hall fell silent for a moment. After a long while, Uncle-Master Pang stammered, "Senior... Senior Brother, if I have ever been disrespectful in the past, please forgive me, you are magnanimous."
"Oh."
In the Nine Luminaries Heaven, Zheng Fa sat in his small courtyard, looking at a manuscript in front of him.
The cover of the manuscript bears the title. "A Species Design Based on the Deduction of Daoist Methods."
With the Kunlun Assembly just around the corner, he also compiled the conclusions of both realms regarding the Dao Body Design.
In Zheng Fa's view, this trip to Kunlun was similar to a thesis defense, so he simply wrote a thesis.
Seeing that it was almost time, Zheng Fa transcribed the manuscript into Jade Slip, burned it, and walked out of the courtyard toward the entrance of the Five Organs Temple.
The Five Organs Temple are empty, with no one there.
These people all have their own things to do, and most of the time they won't be in the temple.
For example, White Lotus had to follow the two Founder to accumulate Merit, the Golden-Winged Great Peng had to go to the Heavenly Court to work and take up his post, and Bai Gu and Gu God were also busy.
Besides everyone being looking for fortuitous opportunity, the strangeness of this Five Organs Temple also made everyone unwilling to stay.
These days, they seem even busier. Apart from Zheng Fa occasionally returning to the Five Organs Temple to organize manuscripts, the others are rarely seen.
Even the Creation Daoist is often not in the temple, and no one knows what he's up to.
As Zheng Fa reached the door, a Golden Phoenix descended from the sky and landed at the entrance, pecking impatiently at the wooden door.
Yuanshi had already said that he would send someone to fetch him— Kunlun is vast, and Yuanshi is a man who loves tranquility, so ordinary people cannot find a place for them to meditate, Zheng Fa naturally had no way to do so.
I never expected it to be a Golden Phoenix.
Zheng Fa sat behind the Golden Phoenix and flew westward.
Meanwhile, the external situation has changed again—the Lich and Demon races have started fighting each other.
As we flew along, we heard shouts of battle everywhere we went.
The stars in the sky teeter on the brink of falling, the mountains on the ground collapse, and red water flows in the riverbed.
The Sha Qi energy between heaven and earth is visible to the naked eye; there is no Pure Land left in the world.
Fortunately, these liches are not very intelligent, and this Golden Phoenix seems to have some background:
Those who knew them dared not stop them, and those who did not knew them could not be stopped. They traveled smoothly for half a month before they saw the distant mountain ranges rising and falling, with towering peaks like walls blocking their way.
We've arrived at Kunlun.
As Zheng Fa approached Kunlun, he sensed that this place was different. The Wu and Yao tribes seemed to be wary of the Three Pure Ones in Kunlun and dared not act recklessly here.
The Kunlun Mountains remain pristine and tranquil, with clear waters and refreshing air.
The Golden Phoenix returned to this place as if relieved of a great burden, let out a joyful chirp, and glided through the air towards the depths of the mountains.
Zheng Fa suddenly turned around and glanced behind him. There was nothing there.
The man and the phoenix disappeared behind the mountain.
The figures of the Gu God and the White Bone Devil Ancestor appeared. The White Bone Devil Ancestor said softly, "Has he discovered us?"
"It's hard to say, maybe he just glanced at it casually."
The Gu God chuckled softly.
"Are you still keeping up?"
The Gu God's face was full of confidence, "Of course! He hasn't gone far, and even if he had, he wouldn't have escaped."
"Wait!" A flash of spiritual fire appeared in the eyes of the White Bone Devil Ancestor, and he turned to look eastward. "Fellow Roc Dapeng, aren't you supposed to be on duty at the Heavenly Court today?"
A golden light flashed across the sky, and the Golden-Winged Great Peng appeared before the two. Looking in the direction Zheng Fa had disappeared, it sneered, "You've come too?"
"..."
The Gu God and the White Bone Devil Ancestor remained silent, exchanging glances. The Gu God slowly said, "Now that we're all here, then Fellow Daoist White Lotus and Fellow Daoist Creation..."
A Buddhist chant rang out, White Lotus appeared from behind the two. "This humble monk has come to seek the two Founder. As for Creation Daoist Zaohua..."
"I'm worried about Fellow Daoist Shi's safety."
The Creation Daoist's cheerful voice rang out, while the Golden-Winged Great Peng's expression turned even more disdainful. "Stop rambling and beating around the bush. Which of us didn't come here for that Shi Nandang fortuitous opportunity? Which of us didn't come for the Primordial Purple Qi?"
"..."
Creation group remained silent.
"Even if those six don't want us to go, they are just phantoms after all. What can they do to me?" the Golden-Winged Great Peng said proudly.
White Lotus lowered her head and muttered something in a low voice.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng continued, "I've been searching in Kunlun for several days, but I haven't been able to find any trace of them, so I followed Shi Nandang..."
The Gu God suddenly chuckled, "Fellow Daoist Roc speaks frankly, and I will speak frankly in return. We cultivators cannot let go of any fortuitous opportunity, but I have been searching here for a long time, and my children have found nothing."
Both the Creation Daoist and the White Lotus remained silent, clearly indicating that they were in similar situations.
The group maintained a distance from each other, and their eyes were filled with wariness as they looked at one another.
"Ultimately, we're thinking of competing for that Shi Nandang fortuitous opportunity. We don't expect to snatch it, but we should at least give it a try," the Golden-Winged Great Peng said impatiently. "What's the point of waiting here?"
The Gu God nodded slightly and said, "Why don't we go together, and then each rely on our own methods?"
"Good."
Everyone then nodded in agreement.
The Gu God, accompanied by the White Bone Devil Ancestor, flew forward following Zheng Fa's trail.
The other three were not to be outdone, trailing Zheng Fa by a considerable margin.
Golden Phoenix led Zheng Fa through the mountains until they reached an inconspicuous peak, where it stopped and turned to look at Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa immediately understood, dismounted from the bird's back, and bowed, saying, "This junior scholar has come at your invitation."
The mountaintop beneath their feet shone with a soft glow, revealing a path paved with starlight that meandered upwards.
At the end of the road, a gentle voice responded, "Please come in."
Zheng Dharma Body stepped onto the starlight and slowly walked towards the sky.
When the Golden-Winged Great Peng and the others arrived, Zheng Fa had already vanished, and even the Golden Phoenix had disappeared without a trace.
The five men looked left and right, but could not see anything unusual about the mountain.
White Lotus thought for a moment, then stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully, "This humble monk White Lotus, requests an audience."
The mountain peak showed no reaction whatsoever.
The other four tried it, and it worked the same way.
No one was surprised, except for the Golden-Winged Great Peng sneered, "Back then, Yuanshi only Shi Nandang and not us. Now, even if we beg ten thousand times, it will be useless."
The Creation Daoist asked, "What do you intend to do?"
"He won't let me in! I'll go in anyway!" the Golden-Winged Great Peng roared. "A few remnant souls who've been dead for who knows how many years are putting on airs here! Shi Nandang isn't even a Dao Fruit cultivator, why can he go in but I can't!"
"No... this place is vulnerable."
"How could outsiders possibly imagine the Divine Ability of my Roc clan?" The Golden-Winged Great Peng was exceptionally confident, and with a light shout, "Open!"
The space in front of them trembled, like waves surging.
Above the five people, a vortex-like opening appeared, from which human voices could be faintly heard.
"Fellow Daoist Roc has indeed gained a great deal from listening to this teaching."
White Lotus clasped her hands together and smiled.
The others also looked envious.
Aside from Shi Nandang, Shi Nandang gained the most from this fortuitous opportunity, the one who benefited the most was actually the Golden-Winged Great Peng. Relying on the Roc bloodline, he learned many cultivation methods in the Purple Cloud Palace, and his cultivation level really improved a lot.
Everyone then understood why he was so persistent about the fortuitous opportunity with Zheng Fa.
This is not simply a matter of Primordial Purple Qi.
Having tasted the benefits of listening to the teachings at the Purple Cloud Palace, this person naturally wanted to hear the teachings of those six great masters as well.
Surprisingly, he actually found it!
The Golden-Winged Great Peng flashed and rushed into the vortex.
"What kind of beast are you, so disrespectful?" A cold shout suddenly came from within the vortex. The voice belonged to the Shi Nandang, but the tone was icy.
Ignoring everything else, Roc continued to rush into the depths of the whirlpool.
Suddenly, a finger emerged from the hole; the finger was pure white, and the nail looked even more like white jade.
The finger moved from top to bottom, touching the top of the Roc's head, then swiftly returned, like a dragonfly skimming the water. The opening in the vortex slowly closed, leaving only Nuwa's words. " The Demon Race are ignorant; please forgive them, Brother Yuanshi."
A minor punishment will suffice as a warning.
The Creation Daoist looked down at his feet.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng landed on the ground, seemingly unharmed, but the arrogance on its face was completely gone, replaced by a deep-seated fear.
They could even see the Golden-Winged Great Peng trembling.
"Fellow Daoist, what is this...?"
"I..." The Golden-Winged Great Peng looked at them blankly, "I forgot."
"Forgot?"
"The cultivation methods I heard in the Purple Cloud Palace, the Secret Method I learned in the Heavenly Court... no, no, the inheritance in my bloodline is all gone!"
"I..."
The Golden-Winged Great Peng, who had been sharp-tongued just moments before, now spoke with nothing but fear in his voice.
Even the Creation Daoist felt a chill run down his spine. Although the Golden-Winged Great Peng appeared unharmed, the loss of its bloodline inheritance meant that the Dao Path for the Demon Race was severed.
Even someone as proud and arrogant as the Golden-Winged Great Peng could empathize with him.
He looked at White Lotus and asked, "Who exactly are these six people?"
White Lotus clasped her hands together and whispered, "I don't know."
"Have no idea?"
"All I know is that the source of all the teachings of my Thunderclap Temple is these two Founder."
The Creation Daoist paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Among them, is there a Daoist named Taishang?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged bewildered glances and silently gazed at the unremarkable mountain peak.
White Lotus, the highest-ranking among them, clasped her hands together and exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "Fellow Daoist Shi, what a wonderful fortuitous opportunity!"
All Zheng Fa wanted to do was curse.
The defense panel consisted of six Sage, and six truly formidable Sage at that—who could stand that?
(End of this chapter)