togophonebook Chapter 69 Ancestor Yan Yuan
Chapter 69 Ancestor Yan Yuan
After the complete annihilation of the Crimson Fiery Immortal, the immense Taiyi pressure that had been entrenched deep within the Flaming Abyss finally dissipated like scattered clouds in the wind.
The fiery poisonous energy raging in the surrounding void gradually subsided.
Xuan Yao stood quietly in the void, showing no arrogance despite his victory in killing a Taiyi Golden Immortal who was of a higher level.
He slowly withdrew his magical power, carefully sensing the depletion within his body.
Although he won the battle cleanly and decisively, his internal magical power and virtuous energy were significantly depleted.
In particular, the fact that he activated the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Treasure-Dropping Coin, twice in succession, forcibly severing the connection between the Taiyi Golden Immortal and the magic weapon, made his primordial spirit feel somewhat tired.
If it weren't for the Yin-Yang Water and Fire Guardian General sitting cross-legged in his sea of consciousness, with the Water and Fire Dao Wheel behind his head constantly emanating shimmering Ren Water light to nourish his primordial spirit, he would probably have to exert more effort just to stand calmly in the void.
"The further one progresses in cultivation, the greater the gap between each realm becomes, like an insurmountable chasm."
"Today's victory was truly due to favorable timing, location, and a series of coincidences."
"That True Immortal Chi Li was already weak in foundation, and he had a fatal Dao wound between his brows that had not yet healed. In addition, his forceful attack on the Primordial Ancestral Tree provoked a backlash from the restrictions of heaven and earth, which reduced his combat power by 30%."
"Most importantly, the two magical treasures he relied on for protection were completely restrained by the karmic treasure, the Treasure-Dropping Coin."
"If it were a Taiyi Golden Immortal with refined laws, a solid foundation, and a single-minded focus, I would never have acted so rashly today."
Xuan Yao exhaled a long breath of turbid air, circulated his pure Qi of virtue, and slowly soothed the somewhat hot meridians in his body.
Then, Xuan Yao swept his sleeve across the void, taking into his sleeve all the magical treasures and storage items left behind by the fallen True Man Chi Li.
A quick glance revealed mountains of various divine materials and ores, clearly the treasures that True Man Chi Li had plundered from the East over the years.
Among this pile of spoils, the most valuable were the top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, the Crimson Flame Flying Knife, and the mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Crimson Copper Fire Gourd.
The throwing knife is made of the finest material, a rare innate fire copper refined with earth lung essence gold.
However, Master Chi Li was too eager for quick success in his refining, and the blade was constantly entangled with the poison of the earth's lungs and a lot of resentment, making it look sinister.
If used rashly without first cleansing and refining it, one's Dao heart is easily corrupted by the fire poison within.
After the inventory was completed, Xuan Yao did not rush to deal with the two treasures.
He turned around and looked at the small, dark gold dragon at his feet, which had been tempered by the Southern Fire and was now obedient and docile.
With a flick of his sleeve, Xuan Yao produced a precious fan whose surface shimmered with a faint scent of yellow sand.
It was the Yellow Sand Treasure Fan that he had seized from Huang Feng Daoren of Zifuzhou in his early years.
This treasure was originally tainted with countless yellow wind and fire poisons and filth, but after Xuan Yao repeatedly tempered and refined it with the Southern Bright Fire in the Green Black Mountain, the impurities and resentment inside have long been burned away, leaving only the purest Wu Earth Wind and Sand power.
"Old Dragon".
Xuan Yao spoke calmly.
Upon hearing the call, the old Xuan Shui dragon trembled, quickly coiling its ten-foot-long body neatly, its head pressed against the water's surface, and said in a trembling voice:
"This humble demon is here. What are your orders, sir?"
Xuan Yao gently lifted the Yellow Sand Treasure Fan and presented it to the old dragon.
"You will be guarding the outer pool of the Wind and Thunder in my Green Black Mountain. In the future, you will inevitably have to manage the water veins and suppress the miscellaneous streams and turbid air."
"Although this fan is not of the water element, it can manipulate wind and sand, and gather wind into formations, which can perfectly complement your dragon-type innate supernatural abilities."
"I will grant it to you today."
"However, you must remember that having this magic weapon is not for you to act arrogantly outside the mountains, but for you to perform your duties diligently and atone for your sins through meritorious service."
The old Xuan Shui dragon was stunned for a moment, then its eyes suddenly filled with wild joy.
He had thought he would be forced into hard labor for life in Qingheishan, but he never expected that the master would be willing to bestow such a treasure upon him today.
It immediately kowtowed repeatedly on the water's surface, its dragon tail swaying, and said in a trembling voice:
"Your Excellency's great kindness will be forever remembered by this humble demon!"
"From now on, this humble demon will stay by your side at all times in the Wind and Thunder Pool, diligently managing the water veins, and will never dare to betray your trust, Master!"
After saying that, the old dragon swallowed the Yellow Sand Treasure Fan into its belly and nurtured it, its whole body exuding a sense of joy.
After dismissing the old dragon, Xuan Yao turned to look at Ling Xiao, who was standing quietly to the side.
He took the crimson flying knife into his palm.
Although the throwing knife was badly stained, its base was excellent.
With a flick of his fingertip, Xuan Yao released a wisp of gentle Nanming Fire that seeped into the blade, temporarily suppressing the remaining violent fire poison and resentment within.
"go."
Once the crimson light on the flying knife's surface softened, Xuan Yao handed the treasure to Ling Xiao.
"Lingxiao, you are naturally fast and your fighting style is fierce and ruthless, but you lack a weapon that can kill a powerful enemy in an instant."
"This throwing knife is a deadly weapon, perfectly suited to your speed."
"However, this blade has been tainted by the resentful fire of a Taiyi cultivator, and its ferocity remains. After you take it back, you must carefully cleanse it daily with your own pure wind and thunder energy."
"Remember, do not let the killing intent within disturb your Dao heart."
Lingxiao stepped forward and respectfully accepted the short, white-red throwing knife with both hands.
Even her usually cool and aloof face couldn't hide her excitement at this moment.
His eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
"This humble demon Lingxiao kowtows in gratitude to the master for bestowing this treasure!"
"From this day forward, I will use this sword to protect the Qingheishan Dojo. If anyone dares to harbor murderous intent or tarnish your virtue, may my true spirit suffer the torment of being burned by ten thousand fires!"
Lingxiao made a solemn vow and carefully put away the throwing knife.
After distributing the treasures, Xuan Yao finally shifted his gaze back to the Primordial Water and Fire Ancestral Tree that stood tall in the center of the Fire Swamp.
The great formation had been withdrawn, but the water and fire energy around the ancestral tree remained as chaotic as boiling water.
The congenital placenta in the center of the tree trunk seemed to sense the Nanming Fire Seal and Ren Water Clear Light within Xuan Yao's body.
It pulsated gently, emitting wisps of extremely pure yet fearful Daoist charm, as if guarding against Xuan Yao, like the Crimson Fiend True Man, coming to forcibly seize and plunder.
Xuan Yao did not approach rashly.
He knew that all living things in the world possessed a spirit.
So he pointed, and the Ruyi Scepter hanging from his waist flew out and hovered above the ancestral tree and the placenta.
Above the Ruyi, a warm and clear light shone forth, and countless gentle, water-like wisps of auspicious energy descended.
The pure energy silently merged into the chaotic water and fire energy surrounding the ancestral tree.
The pure energy of virtue is most adept at soothing all things.
Under this warm and gentle light, the branches and leaves on the Primordial Ancestral Tree, which had been swaying wildly, gradually calmed down.
The rhythm of the congenital placenta also became much more relaxed, emanating a faint sense of closeness and gratitude towards Xuan Yao.
Just as this pure energy was soothing the ancestral tree, from the distant outer fiery marshland, a series of urgent sounds suddenly came from breaking through the waves.
"Um?"
Xuan Yao turned his gaze to the distance.
Dozens of Yan Yuan Clan cultivators, led by an old man with red and blue hair and an extremely aged face, stumbled and staggered toward the core of the Fire Swamp.
The old man leading the group had reached the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm, but at this moment his face was as pale as paper, and his internal energy was in complete disarray. He was clearly seriously injured, and his injuries had been lingering for many years.
Upon seeing Xuan Yao standing on the water, and especially upon seeing the Taiyi Dharma Body Ashes left behind by True Man Chi Li, they all trembled violently.
The old man's knees buckled, and without hesitation, he prostrated himself on the water's surface.
"The ancestor of the Yan Yuan clan, Yan Heng, leading the remaining members of his clan, kowtows to thank the Great Immortal for slaying the villain and saving our entire clan from annihilation!"
Dozens of Yan Yuan clansmen behind him also knelt down, their six eyes filled with tears.
Xuan Yao flicked his sleeve and gently lifted Yan Heng Ancestor to his feet with a soft force.
"Fellow Daoist, please rise."
"The Crimson Fiend True Man has acted wickedly, forcibly seizing blessed lands and enslaving the primordial descendants. I, a humble Taoist, cultivate the path of virtue and merit, and today I am merely following the will of Heaven to slay this evil Taiyi cultivator."
"Fellow Daoist, there's no need for such formalities."
Ancestor Yanheng lay on the water's surface, his voice trembling, and then recounted the whole story.
"Great Immortal, you are unaware of this."
"Thousands of years ago, that True Immortal Chi Li, relying on the name of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, forcibly entered the Fire Swamp. Although I had the cultivation of a late-stage Golden Immortal at that time, he possessed the innate spiritual treasure, the Crimson Copper Fire Gourd, and suppressed me with his Taiyi realm."
"I only exchanged a few blows with him before my Dao foundation was severely damaged, and I almost died and my Dao was destroyed."
"Fortunately, this ancestral tree is of the same origin as my clan. At the critical moment, it placed an innate restriction, which protected my remaining life and also concealed some of the secrets of heaven."
Ancestor Yanheng wept as he pointed to the dry and chaotic riverbeds around him.
"For thousands of years, I have been able to watch helplessly as the blood essence of my clan members is drained day and night by the meridian-locking stakes, and because the injuries are too severe, I dare not even step out of the earth's veins."
"In my heart, I truly feel that living is worse than dying."
"If it weren't for the great immortal descending from the heavens today and beheading that Chi Li, my Yan Yuan clan would probably have been wiped out and extinct in a few thousand years."
The old man bowed again, his body trembling.
Xuan Yao listened quietly, looking at this old, nearly lifeless late-stage Golden Immortal cultivator, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.
This is the cruelty of the primordial world.
The pressure of a higher realm is like being crushed by ten thousand divine mountains.
A difference of just one realm often separates the mortal and the immortal.
Yan Heng was only at the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm. The fact that he was able to preserve his true spirit from the Taiyi Golden Immortal and secretly protect the lives of so many of his clansmen was already an extremely rare blessing.
It requires great wisdom and perseverance.