However, it was not the kind of tragic beauty one might imagine.
After the girl's left ankle was lifted, she screamed in agony and revealed her true form: a long-lipped, crimson-eyed woman with a red crown and a colorful body. Her body was a radiant piece of jade, as dazzling as a rainbow, and her wingspan was as swift as a thousand mountains. Her feathers were vibrant, their color surpassing even the frost that fills the sky; her red eyes shone like rouge on snow. Half-suspended on the ground, she was a cloud of a thousand reds and ten thousand colors; her outstretched wings resembled a peacock spreading its tail feathers. (Description from Journey to the West )
"How amazing, how amazing! I'm so lucky! A common pheasant is better than a peacock. It's so excellent. It's really good fortune! Hahaha!" The Daoist laughed and kept marveling at his good luck.
Generally speaking, there are certain patterns to how demons transform into human form: the more beautiful a creature is in its own race, the more beautiful its human form will be.
The pheasant in his hand was a rare find, one in a million.
At this moment, the pheasant's eyes were filled with fear, and it kept flapping its wings, thinking that the Daoist had captured it and was going to eat it to satisfy his appetite, hence its great fear...
P. S.: Pheasant, wild pheasant, and common pheasant have the same meaning.
Chapter 702 A Dream of Nanke
The scenery on the ethereal mirror shifted, punctuated by a few moments of joyous union. The gray-eyed Daoist remained as still as a virgin, his entire being like a stone statue, yet his thoughts drifted far beyond the heavens...
Unexpected.
The first hardship the pheasant spirit faced upon entering the mortal world was actually caused by this person...
Such greed makes the path difficult to follow, and where is it now?
Sages think deeply, mortals act with integrity.
All that could be seen were red clouds, white jade, and crimson silk, fluttering like a dream, falling like silken threads.
Since falling into the hands of the Unscrupulous Daoist, the pheasant spirit was beaten and defiled that very night, reduced to a servant, serving the Daoist elders in every way, including food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. When it was cold, she even had to sleep as a warm stone.
If the former made even the slightest mistake, the Daoist priest would whip her with a large stick, showing no mercy whatsoever. This caused the delicate beauty to completely give up and begin to work diligently as a maid, never daring to harbor any disloyal thoughts again.
After all, this despicable fellow possesses extraordinary cultivation ( Dao Palace Secret Realm during the Dharma Ending Age). If we could gain his favor and receive scriptures, it would be far better than living freely in the mountains as an ordinary demon.
For three years, the Daoist priest continued to practice the incomplete Yin-Yang scriptures, cultivating diligently without ceasing, but he still did not achieve much in terms of spiritual attainment.
With Ye Yu's perspective, he naturally knew why:
Firstly, the laws of the Dharma Ending Age are not manifest, making it quite difficult to reach the Four Extremes;
Secondly, the opponent's techniques are nothing more than obscure scriptures of the lowest order, and are by no means genuine Buddhist or Daoist teachings;
Third, the highest level of beings this person could associate with or capture was the Four Extremes Secret Realm, and most of them were minor demons from the Bitter Sea, with inferior cultivation levels and bloodlines.
In the dual cultivation branch of Yin and Yang, which emphasizes wealth, companionship, methods, and location, the word "companionship" is paramount. Without a strong inner vessel, the future is bleak...
For the past thousand days, Ye Yu has watched as the Daoist, disregarding his physical exhaustion, has been engaging in intercourse with the cauldron day and night, causing his complexion to become increasingly weak.
The more desperate the situation, the more insane the Daoist became. He even forcibly took in a red-horned female dragon from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, hoping to absorb its essence to break through to the Second Heaven of the Dao Palace.
However, dragons are inherently lustful, making it extremely difficult to sexually mate with a female dragon. Even with that incomplete Yin-Yang scripture, a Daoist could at most attempt to transcend one's cultivation realm to achieve this. And to seize Dragon Transformation through the Dao Palace is far too difficult...
Another day passed, and the Daoist priest departed.
Suddenly, Ye Yu's eyes narrowed, for he saw his mother.
In the misty mirror, the Daoist priest, looking like a charlatan, prepared to guide the woman to the immortal mountain to begin her cultivation journey.
During the journey, the Daoist priest deliberately separated from the woman and hid in the shadows, his purpose unknown.
Meanwhile, Mother Ye found herself in the desolate forest, surrounded by ferocious beasts, and could only explore forward with fear and helplessness...
"This scoundrel deserves to die!"
Seeing the reflection in the mirror, Ye Yu's eyes flashed like lightning, revealing a hint of killing intent.
In an instant, the lines of cause and effect before him converged like starlight in one place. This was a great supernatural power at the extreme level, entering the Dao through cause and effect. With A Will Eternal the divine soul, one could sever a person from billions of light-years away. It was truly incomparably powerful.
However, even with his immense strength, capable of slaying a peak Great Saint, he was helpless at this moment, because he could not find that Daoist priest among all living beings in the world.
After calming himself down, Ye Yu continued reading.
Amidst the swirling clouds, the woman turned left and right, eventually entering a secret realm. Unbeknownst to her, the Unscrupulous Daoist was following behind.
This place is a Divine Land, where mountains and rivers intertwine, and spiritual energy abounds, completely different from the outside world. Mother Ye truly felt the preciousness of this place.
Even with the spiritual artifacts left behind by Su Yu nourishing her body and restoring her youth, the ethereal and otherworldly state she felt at this moment told her that this was definitely the legendary abode of "immortals."
At this moment, a flicker of doubt crossed the eyes of the person observing the mirror, for the Daoist priest was also astonished, muttering, "I know she's the mother of the Child of Destiny, but this is too outrageous! To stumble upon an ancient Pure Land just by wandering around? I wonder if there's any celestial Divine Spring Immortal Gold within..."
"The chosen one?"
The Heavenly Mandate Palace pondered the word, unsure whether it referred to himself or Ye Fan.
After thinking about it, I realized that this title probably refers to him.
Although it might be a bit impolite, there's no doubt that he's better than his brother.
The Great Saint from the Foreign Realm Ye Fan had fought so hard against couldn't even last a single round against him.
He possesses both the Nine Secrets Combined into One and the complete Immortal Tribulation Sword Art.
In terms of physique, his half- Chaotic Blood and Half-Saint blood make him stronger than a pure Sacred Body, which can be described as being born at the right time.
As for the two sons born to his nominal father, they were not even in his consideration.
How can people from different fathers and mothers be considered blood relatives?
Inside the secret realm.
Out of caution, the woman did not make any rash moves.
She walked on foot for a long time without seeing her master, until she was almost too tired to walk anymore.
At that moment, auspicious light suddenly appeared ahead, and a pool of water attracted her.
This is a pristine spring, eight zhang long and wide, clear as jade, filled with pure mist, and brimming with the essence of Life.
Driven by a certain inner desire and physical urges, the woman removed her outer clothing and began to bathe.
Seemingly out of some kind of awe, she dared not go directly into the water, but instead washed her body with the downstream stream.
During this process, the Daoist was not present. After entering this place, he parted ways with Mother Ye. He was in a hurry to explore the legacy left by the master of the Pure Land. He only cast a talisman before leaving.
What is contained in talismans?
This is something that interests Ye Yu.
To his surprise, even with his current eyesight, comparable to that of a quasi -Quasi-Emperor, he couldn't see through the shallow light barrier.
This caused him to feel a bit resentful.
Following the guidance, the talisman finally landed on Mother Ye.
Almost simultaneously, Mother Ye fainted.
Twelve hours later, under the influence of the spring water and the talisman's fingerprints, changes occurred within the woman's womb. A faint Life began to develop, and the countless threads of cause and effect transcended time, connecting her with the Heavenly Mandate Palace in reality!
"Calculation? Or something else?"
The moment the causal link appeared, Ye Yu's eyes remained calm, his thoughts a complex mix.
In a short while, his expression changed constantly, sometimes relieved, sometimes indifferent, sometimes complicated... but in the end, it all returned to calm.
Actually, I had suspected this a long time ago.
One's own bloodline, if the Sacred Body blood can explain the source, is similar to Ye Fan's situation.
In the past, the only explanation for the existence of Chaotic Blood was that it was bestowed by Heavenly Mandate.
It now seems that it wasn't simply a matter of luck or Heavenly Mandate...
It contained some other ingredients.
In the secret realm, the Unscrupulous Daoist accidentally triggered a mechanism and was blasted out of the Grotto-Heaven. He roared in anger and paced back and forth, trying to re-enter that pure land.
After an unknown amount of time, the Daoist priest finally gave up completely, repeatedly saying "It's unfair" and "We're all human, why is it like this?" He returned to the Grand Pure Palace dejectedly with his only possession, a pot of spiritual spring water.
This pot of spiritual spring water played a significant role for him, as many female disciples within the sect were tempted and fell into depravity within the elders' caves. Meanwhile, the Unscrupulous Daoist Priest reveled in the feeling of dragging innocent women down with them.
However, the main function of this pot of spiritual spring is to cleanse the Immortal Platform, which is incompatible with the Dharma Ending Age—after all, there are too few Immortal Platform cultivators on Earth, and the Daoist priests cannot come into contact with them.
Finally, in the secret mountain cave.
The Daoist priest made up his mind, trading the spiritual spring for the captured dragon, and prepared to risk breaking through the barrier.
This young female dragon's thoughts were simple: pure contempt.
It's one thing to take down a mere Human Clan cultivator from the Dao Palace by sneaking up on it with a secret artifact, but to actually try to use me as a cauldron is truly courting death.
It wasn't that she underestimated him; this ant couldn't even break through her defenses.
But to the female dragon's surprise, the impossible was easily resolved by the Daoist priest, leaving her pale and wanting to back out, but it was too late.
So thereafter, the two indulged in passionate lovemaking, constantly cultivating themselves in a cave within the Grand Pure Palace.
What appears to be an ordinary union actually conceals a hidden agenda.
No one expected that after the Daoist priest fought fiercely with the girl who was actually the female dragon for nine days and nine nights, his face turned as pale as paper. He then cried out, coughed up blood, and collapsed to the ground.
At this moment, the man's forehead was covered in a bluish aura, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles, and he gradually lost sensation in his body.
Freed from the oppression of Nine Heavens and nine nights, the woman kicked the Daoist away, then staggered to her feet, her bright yellow, beast-like vertical eyes glaring at the despicable human who had captured her.
Surprisingly, she did not kill the Daoist priest—because the Dragon-Binding Lock on her back was still intact; without unlocking it, she was no different from an ordinary mortal.
Then, a strange scene appeared in the mirror.
The girl grabbed the Daoist priest by the neck, urging him to get up and release her spell, but the latter could only inhale and not exhale, so he couldn't agree at all.
Suddenly, the Daoist's face regained its color, and his eyes became bright again, as if he had experienced a final burst of energy before death. He rolled over while holding the female dragon, and then burst into laughter as if no one else was around.
"A fleeting dream, a dream of the past, a pity, we are not from the same world after all, many people no longer exist..."
In the end, the Daoist priest looked utterly dejected. The young woman thought he had lost his mind and could only keep comforting him, saying there was still hope, and that this kind of depletion of vital essence was not incurable.
The Daoist priest laughed loudly, his hands and feet moving restlessly. He said to the cauldron, "Where would the deficit come from if there was nothing? You've gotten a good deal, you little wench. You've gotten the most of my vital energy."
Before long, the Daoist priest unlocked the Primordial Spirit Lock on the girl's collarbone, then whispered a few words in her ear, gave her a passage talisman, and allowed her to leave with the other little demons.
Pheasant spirits were among them...
In just a few dozen breaths, the cave was deserted, with only the Daoist priest remaining. His complexion immediately turned ashen, and he chuckled to himself, "It's a bit lonely. I should have disintegrated earlier, dying on a woman's belly would have been so much better. Now it's all so empty..."
The Daoist priest felt a pang of regret. He had intended to have the demons buried with him, but since their encounter was fleeting, he couldn't bring himself to do it.