Chapter 240 Zong Yao Becomes a God
Chapter 240 Zong Yao Becomes a God
"Greetings, Lord Patriarch!"
In the Changqing Hall, Li Quanqing stood at the top, looking down at the respectful elders of the Li family below, but he was not too excited.
His status and position in the Li family had already been at the top for a long time, and now he was just taking over the position legitimately.
In fact, he didn't really want to take the position of clan leader, but the Qingyu Li family seemed to be in a state of decline, so he had no choice but to do so.
"In the future, I will be in charge of the development of the family. Elders, please come."
Li Quanqing bowed slightly, and the green tide beads behind him rose slowly, and the rays of light fell. A tremendous pressure swept through the hall, and immediately everyone could not help but bow down.
He couldn't help but recall the joy he felt when he was established as the family elder.
Even though I have reached the pinnacle of power now, I no longer have that state of mind.
The power of time is truly incredible. It allows a young boy to grow into a towering tree, but it also erases many things.
The old patriarch Li Zongyao was standing behind him, watching this scene with great satisfaction.
With such an outstanding successor, he can finally rest in peace, turn to Shintoism, and become another behind-the-scenes god of the Li family.
The Shinto magic weapon that Li Zongyao chose was his original life-originated magic weapon, the "Bi Chao Ding," which was a magic weapon recorded in the Bi Hai Chao Sheng Gong.
He himself has been refining the Bi Chao Ding for nearly two hundred years. It can be said that it has already carried his own great way. It is most appropriate to transform it into the foundation of the incense and fire way at this time.
The big tripod is square and has a blue color like the vast ocean.
There are dragon patterns entwined on the legs of the tripod, and the belly of the tripod is engraved with scenes of the surging ocean and surging blue waves, which looks quite majestic.
Li Quanqing simply carved a series of divine patterns on the surface of the spirit tripod as a medium for the incense god to attach himself to, and this Shinto magic weapon was successfully refined.
Li Zongyao held on for another month, and after personally teaching Li Quanqing to become completely familiar with the Li clan leader, he passed away.
Of course, he did not die, but was preparing to use the power of the altar to worship the gods like Li Zongzhuo.
It was still in the Sutra Repository, but this time the person in charge of the renovation of the altar was Li Zongzhuo.
After this period of deep sleep, he finally consolidated his own divine imprint, mastered the powerful and surging divine power, and his cultivation level stabilized at the late stage of foundation building.
Li Zongyao's physical body was sitting cross-legged at the top of the guitar class. In front of him stood a large sea-blue tripod, surrounded by tablets of Li family ancestors.
The power of incense blossomed from these tablets, transformed into flaming rays of light, and gradually gathered into a light golden figure in mid-air.
"After this transformation, the family's thousand-year-old accumulation of incense has been completely used up."
Li Zongzhuo was wearing a divine robe and spoke softly. There were many fewer tablets scattered around than last time, making it look a little scattered.
“I will have my clansmen go out and buy these ancient objects that may contain incense, to ensure that the family will produce a sufficient number of gods in the future.”
Li Quanqing spoke, and now that he was the clan leader, he exuded a sense of majesty.
According to Li Zongzhuo, although that kind of foreign incense can be refined, the loss is extremely high, and only about one percent of it can be absorbed.
Only by ensuring that the object of offering and sacrifice is the deity itself can it be fully refined and utilized, transforming it into one's own original divine power.
In the air, a light golden glow surged, and finally transformed into Li Zongyao's face again. He was wearing a long robe, shrouded in the morning light, sacred and inviolable.
An astonishing pressure burst forth, it was a level of life that was superior to that of mortals, even immortal cultivators felt the pressure.
"Middle stage of foundation building..."
Li Quanqing glanced around and immediately realized the old patriarch's current level of cultivation.
The incense was scarce this time, and he was able to maintain such a level of cultivation thanks to his powerful spirit and soul. He was already at the foundation-building stage, much stronger than Li Zongzhuo back then.
"This is what it feels like to be a god. You have lost your flesh and blood, but it is just as real. It's a bit like being out of your body."
Li Zongyao opened his eyes, golden light bloomed in his pupils, the rich smell of incense lingered around his body, and his divine robe rustled.
He felt as if he had endless power in his body. He was much stronger than his old body, and his vitality was flourishing, as if he would never age.
Of course, this was just his illusion.
When the power of incense and candles is completely consumed, the gods will also fall into a long sleep, and even their true spirits will be worn away by the passage of time.
"Brother Yao, you have just successfully changed your cultivation. It is best for you to sleep for a while to stabilize the divine imprint in your body to prevent your true spirit from becoming unstable." Li Zongzhuo, who was standing next to him, reminded him, holding a green jade array disc in his hand, which was engraved with various colorful array patterns.
Li Zongyao nodded. After the initial excitement passed, he did feel a wave of fatigue.
His figure flashed, and he went into the large cauldron in front of him. He was shrouded in a hazy glow and turned into a divine fetus, sleeping in it forever.
Afterwards, the Bichao Ding flew into the air, spun around, and turned into the size of a palm, and was held in Li Quanqing's hand.
"I will hold a memorial ceremony for the old patriarch, and collect enough incense and faith to help him recover to the late stage of foundation building as soon as possible."
When everyone heard this, no one had any objection.
On this day, which was extremely rare, a drizzle began to fall in the Qingyu Cave, and the sky was misty and gloomy.
Above the clouds, two green-horned fish dragons tried their best to circulate water vapor, calling the wind and rain, and bringing down a drizzle.
Starting from Yulongtan, white flags were hung high, stretching across the entire tribal land. The tribesmen who came to pay their respects were almost endless, all dressed in mourning.
"Festival!!"
In front of the solemn and dignified coffin, the Bichao Cauldron stands, accepting the devout worship of the tribesmen. Thick incense sticks are burning, and the green smoke is curling up, all of which goes into the depths of the cauldron to nourish the divine fetus.
From a certain angle, it seemed that what everyone was offering sacrifices to was this huge tripod, not the body of the old patriarch himself.
Li Quanqing was also wearing a white silk and standing nearby. The atmosphere was silent and sad, and many tribesmen were secretly sobbing.
It was obvious that the old patriarch had a very high reputation, and everyone loved him spontaneously and were unwilling to accept the fact that he had passed away.
It is precisely this sad emotion that makes the incense and faith from the sacrifices more pure and can be easily refined by the gods.
"Quanqing, Li Quangeng has come from the sect and is standing outside the cave. Should we let him in?"
Li Quanmo walked forward quietly, moving his lips and whispering in secret.
"Let him in."
Li Quanqing sighed. After all, the old patriarch was not really dead, so it could not be considered a real falling out.
After just a few months of not seeing him, Li Quangeng looked more and more haggard, with a thin face and withered long hair, just like a rusty sword.
He was taciturn and didn't say a word. He just silently took the incense, candles, and paper money and worshiped there with red eyes.
"Any news about Zhou Caiwei?"
Li Quanqing came up to him and asked softly, if he had the chance he would definitely not let go of this old monster who was suspected of possessing another's body.
Li Quangeng shook his head, unwilling to dwell on this topic too much.
Or maybe he still couldn't believe that his wife, with whom he used to live day and night and loved her so much, would actually betray him and kill the elder he respected the most.
It can only be said that when Zhou Caiwei first contacted him, she had bad intentions and wanted to take away the magical power cultivated by the Blue Sea Tide.
"The person has passed away, riding a crane to the west, life and death are endless, reincarnation is endless!"
"Festival!!"
At the last moment, all the great masters of the Li family who had established their foundation, led by Li Quanqing, had solemn expressions on their faces, standing there and worshipping sincerely.
The power of the incense provided by the foundation-building monk was extremely strong and astonishing, like long rainbows piercing through the sky and completely immersed in the cauldron.
Under the nourishment of this rich divine power, Li Zongyao's cultivation level continued to grow steadily, and he finally regained his strength from the late stage of foundation building.
In fact, this is not the limit of the old patriarch.
After all, his own soul was not damaged, and it complemented the divine mark and was slowly moving towards the state of great perfection in foundation building.
After the ceremony, the body was still frozen, the coffin was buried deep in the clan's forbidden area, and a tablet was placed in the ancestral temple.
Li Quanqing held the Bichao Ding in his hand and noticed the divine fetus growing stronger inside it. He couldn't help but feel relieved.
Although from the outside world's perspective, the Li family's strength has been somewhat weakened, in reality they are just dormant, like a hidden dragon in the abyss.
Just waiting to soar into the sky!
(End of this chapter)