After absorbing a large amount of blood essence, the Holy Auntie made an extremely enjoyable expression on her wrinkled face. She controlled her fingers as she was about to reach out and cut open the mummified corpse's chest to remove its heart.
Having regained some of her Magic Power by consuming blood, she now appeared slightly younger. The wrinkles that had been piled up on her face had also faded considerably, and the white flames flickering in her eye sockets had dimmed. Her hands were no longer as withered and emaciated as chicken claws.
Now she no longer needs to disembowel herself to feed on the hearts of ordinary people and demons.
With her origins destroyed, the rampant yang fire was vividly displayed on her body. She relied on Lian'er to search for people and demons to replenish her Magic Power and restore her appearance.
Looking at the countless mummified corpses on and off the cliff, if a cultivator were to use such methods of replenishing blood and nourishing the body to heal, they would surely suffer a qi deviation and destroy their own path. This is because these methods of replenishing blood and nourishing the body are too cruel and inhumane, often incurring the wrath of heaven and the resentment of man. Under the weight of accumulated karma, they are absolutely unsuitable for the righteous path of cultivation.
But she was different. She was at her wit's end and had nowhere to turn. In addition, she was a great demon and had an innate fondness for blood.
The sacred lands of Spirit Mountain are all occupied by powerful beings, and the resources available for cultivation are extremely limited. Therefore, they can only resort to primitive methods of demons to achieve the effect of harming others to benefit themselves.
She was tricked by Xu Long and seriously injured in the small world. Her powerful family was reduced to ashes because of her greed. She, the dignified head of the Tushan Clan and one of the world's top predators, was reduced to relying on sexual exploitation to restore her Magic Power.
"It's all Xu Long's fault! It's all that bastard's fault! He's ruined me, made me end up like this, I'll personally take your life!"
She recalled Xu Long's powerful cultivation, which inevitably instilled in her a deep-seated fear of him. The thought of the trap Xu Long had set for her, and the heavy losses she had suffered, drove her to the brink of madness. Her hands, gripping the Heavenly Book, trembled violently. Overwhelmed by fear and hatred, she let out a vicious roar.
At this moment, Xu Long, who was on his way to Mount Yunmeng, couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt:
Who's talking about me???
Holy Auntie's cultivation level was already Half-Step Earth Immortal before. She was trapped in the shackles for a long time and could not break free. As the head of a family of top predators, she had experienced countless moments of despair regarding revenge. However, when she looked at the ordinary sheepskin scroll in her hand, her eyes could not help but regain their vitality.
The Heavenly Book was brought from beyond the border by Yuan Gong. Originally, it was a blank book, but after Yuan Gong personally annotated and recorded the obscure characters on the Mount Yunmeng, the Heavenly Book became a sacred object.
The rules and operation of this world are inherently governed by their own laws. After the appearance of the Heavenly Book, everything will revolve around Heavenly Book. The words on the Heavenly Book are the laws and signs of this world. Once you master the Heavenly Book, you will have mastered this world!
This undoubtedly means that the Heavenly Book possesses a power that transcends the mundane world; it could even be said to be the Heavenly Dao in the universe.
Holy Auntie didn't know who Yuan Gong really was, but when Yuan Gong was alive, she would never have dared to even think of peeking into the Heavenly Book, but now...
It would be a waste to leave the Heavenly Book in the hands of Dansheng child. The Heavenly Book should be in my hands; only in my hands can it reveal its true power!
Holding the Heavenly Book Holy Auntie couldn't help but feel invigorated as she thought about Heavenly Book many wonders. Even her advanced age couldn't stop her from rebuilding the Tushan Family and reviving the Nine-Tails Clan's spirit.
As a top predator, the Holy Auntie has lived for countless years. She has reviewed countless books, understood some of the laws, and even sensed the power of heaven and earth at her peak.
Possessing extremely rich experience and a powerful understanding of the laws, this is the self-understanding of all things in the world that every great being has comprehended through countless cultivation journeys and has comprehended on the endless path to immortality.
The Heavenly Book is a completely different concept in the hands of Dansheng and in the hands of Holy Auntie, and the energy that the Heavenly Book will unleash is absolutely different depending on the concept.
Dansheng needs to rely on Yuan Gong's teachings and his own efforts to constantly decipher the words left in the book, while the old fox Holy Auntie, who has experienced countless worldly affairs, only needs to understand the words in the Heavenly Book to assist her in cultivation.
The oppressive aura inherent in the Heavenly Book is the best reference for the laws of this world, and the handwriting and pictures drawn on the Heavenly Book are the clearest representation of the general trend of the world. One can use the Heavenly Book to assist in cultivation simply by relying on one's innate understanding of heaven and earth!
This is the true master who has comprehended the origin!
The Holy Auntie maintained her cultivation by consuming large amounts of blood and nourishment, but now that she has the Heavenly Book in hand, she can use the clues and power within the Heavenly Book to understand the laws of the world and improve her cultivation.
The path of cultivation requires finding a sacred mountain or famous place, preferably one rich in spiritual energy. Her greedy gaze couldn't help but drift towards the direction of Mount Yunmeng.
Now that Heavenly Book in my hands, I am the master!
A chaotic scene unfolded on Mount Yunmeng, with Luan Crane and phoenixes being chased around. They looked on with puzzled eyes as a boy climbed into his nest.
Fortunately, the Luan Crane on the mountain are not yet in their egg-laying season. Otherwise, if they saw this boy trying to enter their nest, they would surely use their long, sharp beaks to lecture him on life's lessons!
The boy crawled out of the Luan Crane's nest, his usually calm face now filled with confusion and helplessness. He had searched the mountain and its surroundings several times, even turning over the thatched hut. After searching every corner of Mount Yunmeng, the boy returned to the stone wall in a daze.
" The Heavenly Book and the Divine Brush are sacred objects. You must remember to maintain your integrity and never misuse them, much less let them fall into the hands of others!"
The boy recalled his master's earnest instructions before he left. At this moment, his heart felt empty, and he stared blankly at the words on the stone wall, as if his soul had been taken away.
When Dansheng woke up the next day, he found that the Heavenly Book had disappeared from his desk, along with Heavenly Book girl Lian'er.
After a thorough search of the mountainside, the huge doubts in my mind were quickly replaced by immense fear.
The Heavenly Book has been stolen!
Even after discovering that Lian'er and the Heavenly Book had disappeared together, the simple-minded Dansheng still refused to believe that Lian'er had stolen the Heavenly Book.
He felt a pang of tenderness when he thought of those big eyes, sometimes bright and sometimes misty, but the current situation left him no choice but to believe his own judgment. He just didn't want to believe that he was the one who had caused this disaster.
He recalled how he had been biased in his actions towards Lian'er's neighborhood, driven by selfish desires; how he had blushed and felt his heart race in front of Lian'er's big eyes; how he had pretended to be mature and composed, earnestly explaining his handwriting to her; how many times he had dreamt of those blinking eyes; and how he had wasted time and energy on matters of the heart...
The most painful situation for a young person is being deceived in a one-sided love affair, and even more painful is discovering that they have been deceived not only emotionally but also financially...
The ostrich-shaped Luan Crane stared blankly at the boy, who sat numbly against the stone wall. It slowly approached Dansheng and gently pecked at the boy's back with its long beak.
Dansheng turned to look at the ostrich... oh no! it looked at the Luan Crane, remembering that someone would usually feed it at this time of day.
The sight of the scene stirred up painful memories, making Dansheng's suffering even more unbearable.
Luan Crane was still standing beside him, slowly looking at Dansheng with her intelligent eyes. Dansheng stopped his dejection and pointed to the words on the stone wall.
Luan Crane nodded gently.
"No, no, no, I don't know the writing on the stone wall. The Heavenly Book has been stolen. I can no longer benefit the people. I'm sorry to my master..."
Upon hearing this, the Luan Crane cleverly pecked at the Dansheng again with its beak, then pointed its beak down the mountain.
"Did you see people coming to the foot of the mountain to make wishes?"
Dansheng suppressed his panic and silently recited the calming mantra his master had taught him. Sure enough, he once again felt the wishes of the people below the mountain beneath the stone wall.
Through the words of the people, he seemed to see rivers changing their course, mountains collapsing and sinking, and droughts and little rain on the land.
Dansheng almost instinctively wanted to open the Heavenly Book, but then he remembered that the Heavenly Book had been stolen. Dansheng felt the suffering of all living beings, and he was powerless to help without the Heavenly Book. In despair, he couldn't help but think of how he had failed his master's instructions and lost the two sacred objects.
Um?
Two items?
Divine Brush!
Dansheng came to his senses and wanted to continue searching in the thatched hut, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw the Luan Crane with a jade pen in its beak walking towards him.
Holding the jade pen, Dansheng sensed the wishes of all living beings at the foot of the mountain. Now that he no longer possessed the Heavenly Book, could the jade pen still grant his wishes as before?
Dansheng contemplated the parched land, the surging river, and the collapsing mountains, countless tragedies of humanity flashed before his eyes. Listening to the wishes of all living beings, he could no longer bear it. With slightly trembling hands, he picked up the jade pen and tried to ponder the words left by his master, conveying his thoughts through his mind. The jade pen outlined his thoughts in the void.
Um?
Is it useless...?
Indeed, without the blessing of the Heavenly Book, I am nothing!
Without the Heavenly Book to guide my writing, I am powerless to change any of the tragic scenes. I have failed my master...
Dansheng lowered his hand that had been holding the jade pen, and stood painfully to himself at the foot of the stone wall.
The inscriptions on the stone wall remain unchanged. In countless days and nights before, Yuan Gong had carved words on this stone wall, instructing Dansheng to benefit the world.
Looking at the obscure characters his master had once carved, Dansheng couldn't help but feel ashamed of his master's teachings. He picked up the jade pen again, concentrated his will, and a few more characters appeared in the void.
Day after day, as Luan Crane -like figure grew thinner again, Dansheng could sense that there were still people coming to fulfill their vows at the foot of the mountain. However, compared to when he had drawn on the Heavenly Book, the Jade Brush's effect in the void was undoubtedly less.
However, Dansheng had no complaints. He knew that his carelessness had led to the theft of the Heavenly Book. Now he even slept with the jade pen in his arms, and he studied the characters on the stone wall almost day and night.
His guilt lingered, and he could not find peace. He could only let the obscure words on the stone wall fill his mind. He noticed from the number of people who came to fulfill their vows that the effectiveness of the words he had drawn in the air with his Divine Brush was slowly increasing.
This was undoubtedly good news, which eased his guilt slightly, and Dansheng's expression finally regained some of its usual composure.
A dark cloud formed by Vulture and owls approached Mount Yunmeng, carrying a thick aura of corpses, and its shadow, which blotted out the sun, enveloped the mountain peak.
The demons gathered in the sky emitted an extremely noisy sound. This sound was shrill and piercing, and it could travel very far. However, when it came close, it was like a maggot that lingered in one's ears and could not be shaken off.
The purple smoke and auspicious clouds of Mount Yunmeng were diluted by the corpse aura, and the tranquility on the mountaintop was completely shattered. The Luan Crane and cranes in the mountain stream were startled and took flight, but were then blocked by the thick corpse aura in the sky and slowly descended.
Vulture and owls circled in mid-air, forcing the Luan Crane to spread their wings and fly around the mountainside. Perhaps recalling their encounter with the Shankui, a few mournful cries of cranes echoed across Mount Yunmeng.
"Who are you? What brings you to the summit of Mount Yunmeng?"
"Ah! Heavenly Book!"
Dansheng watched as an old woman dressed in a black gauze dress stepped out from the foot of the mountain. With each step she took, a thick aura of corpses gathered beneath her feet. The aura of corpses filled the void, causing the old woman to float up and head towards the summit of Mount Yunmeng.
Looking at the chaotic state of Mount Yunmeng, he knew without a doubt that it was the old woman's doing.
The old woman had gray hair and a few wrinkles on her face. Half of her body was shrouded in a deathly aura, making her features unclear. She held the Heavenly Book and looked at everything on Mount Yunmeng with a mocking expression. In response to Dansheng's question, she chuckled.
"Hehehe... That's right, this is the Heavenly Book! But now it's in my hands!"
" The Heavenly Book can only be effective in my hands! You ask who I am? I am the true master of heaven and earth!"
"Those with wicked intentions who obtain the Heavenly Book will only bring disaster. The Heavenly Book is meant to benefit humanity and maintain order, not to satisfy selfish desires!"
Looking at the Heavenly Book in the hands of the old woman in black robes, Dansheng fearlessly shouted at her.
"Hahaha, only ordinary mortals would use Heavenly Book to summon clouds and rain, and only the foolish who appear wise would allow such a treasure to be covered in dust!"
"You say you have no selfish desires? Then look at her, and who is she?"
Upon hearing this, the old woman in black robes let out a disdainful, shrill laugh, and her subsequent words seemed to have a magical power, exploding in Dansheng's ears.
Her expression was somewhat ferocious; she raised her pointed chin in disdain, while pointing behind Dansheng with her withered, yellowed finger.
Looking at her smug expression, Dansheng felt secretly annoyed, but the old woman's words seemed to have a magical power, bewitching his mind. Intuitively, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Glancing at the old woman's withered, yellow fingers, her long nails pointing straight behind her, Dansheng turned around with some unease.
"Hey..."
A mournful cry of a crane echoed across the mountaintop, Luan Crane's nest. Countless white feathers were blown up by the force of the air and scattered in all directions. After two breaths, the crane feathers fell away, and a pair of bright eyes appeared before Dansheng.
Tap... tap... tap...
The sound of water droplets falling to the ground rose quietly, and a young girl stood before the corpse of Luan Crane, blinking her eyes.
Her small hands had long fingernails, and what she held in her hand was a still slightly beating, blood-red heart. With each beat, the blood squeezed out from between her fingers and dripped down her long fingernails onto the ground.