Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique Eighth Turn

"This person and I aren't close. Why is he here?"

Hongyun felt confused.

But he still stopped his cultivation, his figure flashed, and he arrived outside the cave.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Eastern Prince Gong!"

Hongyun cupped his hands in salute.

After all, the other party was the foremost male immortal personally appointed by Hongjun. Although Hongyun had never taken him seriously, he wouldn't be disrespectful on the surface.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Hongyun, your Fire Cloud Cave is truly hard to find! I searched the Great Desolation far and wide before finally locating this place!"

Seeing Hongyun appear, Eastern Prince Gong's face was full of smiles.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you looking for me?"

Hongyun asked directly.

Time was pressing now, and the other party wasn't a close friend like Zhenyuanzi. He didn't want to waste words.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, I am establishing the Immortal Court by the decree of a Saint and specifically invite you to join!"

Eastern Prince Gong said.

He invoked the name of a Saint, intending to make it difficult for Hongyun to refuse.

"Sorry, I have no intention of joining the Immortal Court!"

Hongyun refused without hesitation.

"Ah?"

Eastern Prince Gong was stunned.

He had prepared his speech, intending to have Hongyun serve as the vanguard of the Immortal Court, conquer the Great Desolation, slaughter demons, destroy witches, and achieve great ambitions.

But who knew Hongyun would directly refuse.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, I am acting under the Saint's decree..."

Eastern Prince Gong invoked the Saint again.

"Nonsense! Eastern Prince Gong, don't think I don't know. Hongjun never ordered you to build the Immortal Court!"

Hongyun interrupted coldly, cutting off the other party's unfinished words.

He knew Eastern Prince Gong's fate.

After the Immortal Court was established, few powerful immortal cultivators would obey.

In the conflict with the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, they suffered a crushing defeat, and he eventually self-destructed at Tanggu.

Even Queen Mother of the West could only hide in Western Kunlun, no longer having the face to appear.

The so-called ruling over all immortals was nothing but a joke.

The Immortal Court was merely a stepping stone for the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

It was annihilated even before the later stages of the tribulation.

Now, asking him to join the Immortal Court was like luring him into a trap!

How could Hongyun fall for it.

"Hongyun, legend has it you are the foremost good person in the Great Desolation. How could I have imagined you would speak so disrespectfully! I am the Lord of the Immortal Court. How dare you be presumptuous? Hurry up and confess your guilt!"

Exposed by Hongyun, Eastern Prince Gong lost face and roared angrily.

As the dignified Lord of the Immortal Court and the foremost of all immortals, he couldn't even recruit a few powerful cultivators in the Great Desolation.

Now, being confronted by Hongyun, he could no longer hold back.

"Confess my guilt? What right do you have!"

Hongyun couldn't be bothered to reply and turned to return to his cave dwelling.

"You're seeking death!"

Being so easily dismissed, Eastern Prince Gong flew into a rage.

He raised his Dragon Head Staff and smashed it fiercely at Hongyun.

This staff was personally bestowed by Hongjun and possessed the power to command all immortals.

Although its rank was not top-tier, it had the blessing of a Saint and had a suppressing effect on powerful immortal cultivators.

In his opinion, Hongyun was merely at the peak of Grand Unity, the same realm as him.

Relying on the Dragon Head Staff, teaching Hongyun a lesson would be effortless.

"Hmm?"

Sensing the staff's attack, Hongyun's brow twitched.

The aura of the staff carried the majesty of a Saint, suppressing immortal paths.

If it were an ordinary powerful cultivator, their combat power would likely be halved at this moment.

But who was Hongyun?

His physical body was stronger than the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his Primordial Spirit superior to the Three Pure Ones, and his Devouring Divine Ability had already reached the realm of law.

In the Great Desolation, unless a Saint personally intervened, who could he fear?

"Shua!"

Hongyun unleashed the Great Dao Treasure Gourd, sending it straight towards the staff.

This gourd was a supreme treasure, with exceptionally formidable defenses, capable of even shattering the mouthparts of the Blood Mosquito Daoist.

"Bang!"

The staff crashed onto the Great Dao Treasure Gourd, its immense sound shaking the heavens.

The gourd remained unmoved, standing firm in its place.

Conversely, a faint cracking sound echoed from the Dragon Head Staff.

Despite the Saint's power imbued within it, it had shattered in this single blow.

A surge of immense power traveled through the staff to Eastern Prince Gong.

"This is bad!"

Eastern Prince Gong's expression changed drastically, his heart filled with terror.

He frantically channeled his magic power to stabilize himself, expending all his strength to dissipate the terrifying force.

But at that very moment, as he looked up, a colossal palm descended.

"Scram!"

Hongyun roared.

While unleashing the gourd, he activated his physical body and stepped forward, appearing before Eastern Prince Gong.

He then swung his palm downwards.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Eastern Prince Gong transformed into a streak of light, sent flying for hundreds of millions of miles.

Hundreds of millions of miles away.

Eastern Prince Gong was bruised and battered, his mind a complete blank.

This was still Hongyun holding back.

After all, the other party was the male immortal leader personally chosen by Hongjun, and if he were to be killed, it shouldn't be by Hongyun's hand.

Later, Demon Emperor Dijun would take his life.

Hongyun had only used a fraction of his strength to send him flying for hundreds of millions of miles.

At this point, Eastern Prince Gong was already terrified and no longer dared to provoke Hongyun.

"Hongyun, you scoundrel, I will remember this grudge! Wait for the Immortal Court's ten thousand immortals to bring you to justice!"

Hundreds of millions of miles away, he uttered a fierce threat, activated his magic treasure, and fled in a panic.

"Eastern Prince Gong, I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't take advantage of this opportunity!"

Hearing this, Hongyun felt displeased.

He had been cultivating peacefully, only to be inexplicably disturbed by this person.

After a moment of thought, he did not immediately return to his cave dwelling.

Instead, he rode a auspicious cloud, transforming into a streak of light, and headed towards the Witch Clan's territory.

Several years later.

Hongyun arrived at the Witch Clan's territory.

"Greetings, Son of the Father God!"

"We pay respects to the Divine Son!"

"Divine Son Lord has arrived!"

Upon seeing Hongyun appear, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were overjoyed and rushed forward to prostrate themselves.

Hongyun scanned the Twelve Ancestral Witches and nodded slightly.

Currently, in the Great Desolation, the Witch Clan's influence was growing day by day.

Although their numbers were not as vast as the Demon Clan's, each member was powerful and possessed a pure bloodline.

They were far superior to the Demon Clan, a motley crew pieced together from countless mixed races.

"Divine Son Lord, do you have any important matters to entrust to us during your visit to the Witch Clan?"

Ancestor Witch Dijiang stepped forward and asked respectfully.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were all heroic figures who stood tall and possessed fiery temperaments, especially Ancestor Witch Zhurong, who was the most hot-headed.

Even facing Dao Ancestor Hongjun, they might not bow in greeting.

But Hongyun was the exception.

In their hearts, he was a descendant of Pangu, the Father God.

What's more, Hongyun had generously taught them the complete Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique.

This kindness was immeasurable.

No matter what Hongyun asked, they would go all out.

"This trip, I bring you a world-shattering opportunity!"

Hongyun said calmly.

"Oh? Please, Divine Son, enlighten us!"

Dijiang, the Ancestor Witch, heard this, and his eyes lit up.

The other Ancestor Witches also looked at Hongyun in unison, their gazes fervent.

The great opportunity the Divine Son spoke of was no ordinary thing.

"Three Immortal Islands are about to appear in the East Sea; you can go ahead and wait for them."

"On each Immortal Island, countless treasures are hidden. Although spiritual treasures are of little use to the Witch Clan, other rare and exotic treasures are enough to boost your cultivation!"

Hongyun explained leisurely.

The Three Immortal Islands of the East Sea were Yingzhou, Fangzhang, and Penglai.

Originally, this opportunity belonged to Eastern Prince Gong; he would use them as his foundation after establishing the Immortal Court.

With Penglai Immortal Island as his dojo, the Immortal Court grew stronger, rivaling the Demon Clan.

But now...

"Since Eastern Prince Gong wants to make trouble for me, then don't blame me for snatching his opportunity!"

Hongyun sneered inwardly.

He didn't know the exact time the Three Immortal Islands would appear, so he asked the Twelve Ancestor Witches to go to the East Sea in advance to lie in wait.

With the Twelve Ancestor Witches guarding, as soon as the Three Immortal Islands appeared, they would be detected immediately.

At that time, all the treasures on the islands would belong to him and the Witch Clan.

As for himself, if he were to guard personally, firstly, he would be outnumbered and unable to cover the entire East Sea.

Secondly, time was pressing, and he needed to focus on comprehending the laws of the Devouring Great Dao and the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique.

Moreover, his status among the Witch Clan was lofty, practically that of a Divine Son.

If he wanted the treasures of the Three Immortal Islands, would the Witch Clan dare not offer them?

Informing the Twelve Ancestor Witches of this news, he had no worries.

"Thank you, Divine Son, for your benevolence! We will immediately head to the East Sea to await this grand opportunity!"

Dijiang, the Ancestor Witch, was overjoyed and repeatedly agreed.

They cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, which consumed vast resources.

With the second Witch-Demon Great Tribulation approaching, if they could seize this opportunity, it would solve their urgent needs.

"Divine Son, these are the Communication Jade Tokens of us Twelve Ancestor Witches! When the Three Immortal Islands appear, we will notify you immediately!"

Dijiang waved his hand, and twelve jade tokens appeared before Hongyun.

With these tokens, they could contact Hongyun at any time.

"Good! Then I will return to Fire Cloud Cave and await your good news!"

Hongyun accepted the jade tokens and left on a auspicious cloud.

However, at this moment, Eastern Prince Gong had not yet suffered any damage, the Three Immortal Islands had not appeared, and the System rewards had not yet been triggered.

Returning to Fire Cloud Cave, he resumed his cultivation.

Time flowed like water, and two thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Hongyun stopped cultivating and slowly stood up.

"It seems I've hit a bottleneck!"

He murmured to himself.

Under the enhancement of the Great Dao Cushion, he felt his progress hindered for the first time.

Now, whether it was the laws of the Devouring Great Dao or the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, making further progress had become dozens of times more difficult than before.

What he used to achieve in a hundred years would now likely take five hundred years.

Therefore, he temporarily paused his cultivation.

"Let's see what the results are now!"

A hint of anticipation flashed in Hongyun's eyes.

Previously, eighteen flesh-body flowers had bloomed, while the Primordial Spirit flowers were only at nine, and the law flowers even fewer, at a mere eight.

And now...

"Swish!"

He waved his hand, unleashing the Devouring Divine Ability's laws.

"Rumble!"

A pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared before him, like the mouth of a colossal beast devouring the cosmos.

The vortex gradually condensed.

The fragrance of laws permeated the air, and within moments, flowers bloomed in succession.

One, two, three...

As he pushed with all his might, the law flowers became increasingly abundant.

Ten, eleven, twelve!

Finally, the law flowers settled at twelve.

"Twelve law flowers, a significant improvement from the previous eight!"

Hongyun murmured.

Increasing from eight to twelve was a hundred times more difficult than the combined effort of going from one to eight.

The more flowers there were, the harder it was to bloom more.

If he wanted to bloom a thirteenth or even more, the difficulty would increase exponentially.

However, while the twelve law flowers were not as numerous as the eighteen flesh-body flowers, they had met his expectations.

As long as he surpassed ten, there was hope of forging a true Mythological Grand Unity.

"Let's try the Primordial Spirit flowers next!"

"Swish!"

Hongyun released his Primordial Spirit, condensing flowers.

One, two, three...

Soon, the Primordial Spirit flowers surpassed ten.

Twelve, fifteen, eighteen!

Finally, the Primordial Spirit flowers also reached an astonishing eighteen.

"The Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique has reached its eighth rotation over these past few thousand years, so blooming eighteen Primordial Spirit flowers is within reason!"

Hongyun felt a surge of joy.

His fleshly body cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, and only at the sixth rotation, aided by Pangu's bloodline, did eighteen flesh-body flowers bloom.

Now that his Primordial Spirit had cultivated the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique to the eighth rotation, blooming eighteen Primordial Spirit flowers was not surprising.

The three flowers—fleshly body, Primordial Spirit, and laws—had all met his expectations.

Next, it was time to attempt the first level of the Mythological Grand Unity Foundation Establishment.

Once successful, he would be comparable to a nascent Quasi-Saint.

"Beep, beep, beep!"

Just as he was preparing to break through, the Communication Jade Token in his spatial dimension suddenly rang.

Hongyun tapped his fingertip, taking one out.

"Divine Son, the Immortal Island has appeared!"

The voice of Ancestor Witch Dijiang came through.

"The Immortal Island has finally emerged! Good, I'll head to the East Sea first!"

Hongyun nodded.

Attempting the first level of Foundation Establishment would not be accomplished overnight.

And he did not wish to miss the fortuitous encounter of the East Sea Immortal Island.

"Whoosh!"

He left his cave dwelling and headed straight for the East Sea.

Guided by the jade token from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he arrived at the location where the Immortal Island had appeared in just three years.

Meanwhile.

Western Kunlun.

"I sense a great fortuitous encounter emerging in the East Sea. Queen Mother, would you care to accompany me?"

Eastern Prince Gong arrived at Queen Mother of the West's cave dwelling to ask.