Chapter 457 The Creation All Gods Are Seeking
Chapter 457 The Creation All Gods Are Seeking
Watch the grand festival together!
In the night, Wan Zhuliu's voice echoed far and wide, and his strong will permeated the mountains, making it impossible for anyone to ignore it.
"Watching the grand ceremony together?"
The commotion spread among the mountains, and many people were attracted to the Bafang Temple. Only people like Long Yingchan, Long Xixiang and others frowned, guessing the purpose of the court.
"May I ask, Lord Zhenwu, what kind of ritual is this grand sacrifice?"
A voice came from the mountain. Someone couldn't hold back, but huddled in the shadows and asked:
"Does the court invite us to watch the sacrifice, or does it want to use us as sacrifices?"
The Bafang Temple is too famous. It is the source of all things and the secret of immortality. Many people present are tempted by it, but they are also quite cautious.
Judging others by oneself, if there is no reason, who would be willing to share such a good thing with others and invite fellow practitioners to watch it together?
Li Yuan nodded in his heart.
All the martial arts masters present at the moment are masters of their own field, some of whom have been fighting for many years. Even if there are huge benefits ahead, it is impossible for them to be carried away by them.
Not to mention it’s just a casual sentence?
There are many people who are excited, but there are even more who are wary.
"The great sacrifice is not a blood sacrifice."
Wan Zhuliu explained calmly, without moving his eyes, and just looked at Long Yingchan and other great masters calmly:
"I know you all have doubts, but even if the court wants to strangle you, it will defeat you one by one instead of inviting you to gather in the capital."
He spoke very bluntly and did not try to hide the contradiction between the imperial court and the underworld, but this did make the onlookers feel a little relieved.
Those present were naturally aware of the friction between the imperial court and the various sects. If the imperial court really had the power to overthrow the various sects, it would not have waited until today.
Nor will all the sects in the world gather in the divine capital.
What does the court want to do?
Li Yuan thought back to the information he had heard many times, and pondered in his heart that he had no idea about the rituals required for the grand sacrifice.
Perhaps, it is just the grand sacrificial ceremony that needs people to watch?
Or is it related to that person from outer space?
"why?"
Long Yingchan raised his head. He didn't care about all these. What he was worried about was why the imperial court wanted to invite people from all over the world to watch the grand sacrifice.
"Needed for the grand ceremony."
Wan Zhuliu just brushed it off lightly. He looked around the forest and revealed another secret:
"According to ancient legends, the Bafang Temple contains the secret of longevity and immortality. I can tell you that the rumors are true!"
"Hmm? The secret of immortality?"
"Is what King Zhenwu said true?"
"In the Bafang Temple..."
Before Wan Zhuliu finished speaking, there was already agitation among the mountains. The young disciples did not notice anything, but the old guys were quite moved.
Many people walked out of the crowd to ask questions.
The secret of longevity...
Li Yuan became more and more suspicious.
It is unknown whether what Wan Zhuliu said is true or false, but with the endorsement of the world's number one person, the rumor that the Bafang Temple contains the secret of immortality will obviously spread quickly.
This, I really want to invite people to watch the sacrifice.
"Your Majesty..."
Many people are asking this question.
Wan Zhuliu did not reply, but glanced at Long Yingchan and other great masters:
"This is all I have to say. It is up to you to decide whether to believe it or not."
Woo~
As his voice echoed, his figure gradually dissipated, and in the end only a wisp of sword intent remained, which flashed and sank into the body of Tiancan Taoist again.
The bald monk was guarding the scene nearby, but he just watched with a frown and did not try to stop it, because the sword intent had never left the body in the first place.
"Major sacrifice to the Eight Directions Temple."
Long Yingchan frowned and frowned.
He was prepared for Wan Zhuliu's possible countermeasures after he drew his sword several times, but he was greatly surprised by the direct announcement of a grand sacrifice and the invitation of people from all over the world to watch the sacrifice.
He was not the only one who was puzzled. Many elders from provincial sects in the nearby mountains and forests came over one after another, and there was constant discussion in the mountains.
"Watching the sacrifice..."
As soon as Wan Zhuliu left, the little tiger had quietly left. On a cliff, Qin Shixian asked the old man:
"Do you think this is true or false?"
The old man was thinking, and answered casually:
"If they are not of my kind, their hearts... well, the government officials and the underworld are not of the same heart. If there is a good thing, how can I share the profits with others?"
"Could it be that Wan Zhuliu wants to take this opportunity to kill the five great Dao Sects?"
Qin Shixian was eager to try. If the imperial court really wanted to do this, she would have to help. Not to mention Wan Zhuliu, the little emperor would have to be killed.
"..."
The old man was speechless and pretended not to hear anything. He looked at Long Yingchan who was frowning and surrounded by people in the distance:
"It's time to meet this kid."
……
……
hum~
In the dark study, black light surged.
Wan Zhuliu slowly opened his eyes, and the dark room suddenly became bright. In the black light, the intangible black dragon was crawling on the ground, looking at the faint light blooming on the divine sword.
In the light and shadow, one could faintly see a towering tree swaying wildly, with leaves falling in all directions in the strong wind.
"Your Majesty, why did His Majesty invite those people to watch the sacrifice?"
Mo Long asked respectfully.
"The requirements for the grand ceremony are related to that person from outer space..."
Wan Zhuliu casually threw the Demon-Subduing Dragon Sword into the crowd of soldiers, stood up, and the surging black light sank into his body like fog.
"Major sacrifice to the Eight Directions Temple."
Wan Zhuliu muttered to himself, a silver light flickered in his eyes, and a faint voice echoed in his ears:
"The Poison Dragon Academy has worshipped the Poison Dragon God for generations. It is one of the five great caves in Tianshiyuan. The five veins of the Poison Dragon are gold, green, yellow, red, and white..."
Wan Zhuliu listened quietly.
"The Eight Directions Temple is a wonder of the universe. When it appeared in Tianshiyuan, it caused the stars to shake and even caused the gods to fall. However, countless people still pursue it..."
Silver light flowed from Wan Zhuliu's eyes, transforming into a vague figure in the dark study:
"I am one of them."
Wan Zhuliu narrowed his eyes slightly: "What is the Bafang Temple, the thing that all gods are looking for?"
“A cosmic wonder.”
"What's the use?"
Wan Zhuliu frowned.
"Born in the universe, it contains the origin of heaven and earth..."
The figure transformed by the silver light spoke very obscurely:
"Perhaps the gods know..."
"God, what realm is it?"
Wan Zhuliu asked.
"God is more than just a realm."
The voice of the figure transformed by the silver light was low, and only Wan Zhuliu could hear it:
"You will know later."
"after……"
Wan Zhuliu's eyes flickered:
"Huang Longzi said he was from the Poison Dragon Academy. So, did the Poison Dragon Academy know that the Eight Directions Temple was here?"
"The Eight Directions Temple covers the sky and the earth, isolating the inside and the outside. People can enter, but they can't leave. Not to mention the descendants of the Poison Dragon, even if the Poison Dragon God descended, they couldn't leave."
The figure transformed by the silver light spoke indifferently:
"Not only are the lifespans of the people in this world restricted, but gods are no exception. The Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva is proof of this..."
"Thousand Eyes, are they also from Tianshiyuan?"
"Yes."
Hearing the answer, Wan Zhuliu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "God, is that all?"
"god……"
The figure transformed by the silver light did not say much, but said:
"That Huang Longzi must have come here by chance, but he must have known of my existence... If he wants to offer sacrifices to the Eight Directions Temple, let him do so."
After a slight pause, He looked at Wan Zhuliu:
"Over the long years, these twelve mysterious weapons have merged with the destiny of heaven and earth. If you keep them, you may be able to become the one who refines the Eight Directions Temple!"
"This is the fortune that all gods are pursuing!"
His voice was filled with suppressed excitement, but Wan Zhuliu was very calm:
"I have tried it. The gate behind the mysterious soldiers is boundless and endless, without light or shadow..."
“That’s a dead end.”
The figure transformed by the silver light shook his head:
"The Xuanbing has spirits, and so does the Bafang Temple. If you want to enter the Bafang Temple from that road, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"In ancient times, someone once found the Eight Directions Temple. According to legend, only those with god-level talents can enter the Eight Directions Temple through the right path..."
"God-devil level talent..."
Wan Zhuliu's eyes flickered. Emperor Qian had heard similar statements during the final trial of the Jinlin Gate.
"Talent can be changed through acquired experience, but innate ability is more important. Without extraordinary means, it is impossible to create such talent. As for natural talent..."
The figure transformed by the silver light shook his head.
"You said that Tianshiyuan is a place where stars gather, it is vast and boundless, and there are many powerful people. Is there no one with god-like and devil-like talents?"
Wan Zhuliu is very interested in the outside world.
"Then they also need to be able to find the Bafang Temple."
He sneered, and his figure suddenly dimmed a little, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the vertical lines between Wan Zhuliu's eyebrows:
"Let's follow the plan."
Woo~
The room fell silent.
Wan Zhuliu pressed the vertical lines between his eyebrows, his eyes flickered, and after a moment he walked out of the room.
The Duntian Boat cut through the night sky, leaving a lingering trace in the air.
On the deck, Yan Tianxiong stood leaning against the railing. From here, he could vaguely see the majestic city in the distance, which looked like a mountain range blocking the earth. It was spectacular.
"The Divine Capital City is truly magnificent."
Yan Tianxiong couldn't help but praise.
The Divine Capital City was the capital of successive dynasties, but the reason why it was so majestic was because of the Great Zhou Taizu.
More than a thousand years ago, he sent strong men from various sects, as well as the army, and spent more than a hundred years to dig the Grand Canal, connect various roads, and open up the mountains to build the foundation of the Divine Capital.
"arrive."
The speed of the Duntian Boat slowed down, but it was still more than ten miles away in an instant.
Under the cover of night, the lights in the Divine Capital City flickered, like a city that never sleeps. Not only Yan Tianxiong, but also the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva in his body was alarmed.
He looked at the Divine Capital City, and what he noticed mainly was the aroma of incense that was rising and interweaving like a sea of clouds, vast and strong.
hum!
When Wan Zhuliu went out, the Duntian Boat slowly descended from the clouds, and tens of thousands of guards disembarked in an orderly manner.
Wang Jin watched indifferently. After everyone got off the boat, he raised his hand, and the huge ship as big as a mountain trembled, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the night.
"Escape Sky Boat..."
There was a flash of fear in Yan Tianxiong's eyes. As he was thinking, he suddenly realized something and looked back.
But in the night, an old man with white hair and a youthful face walked slowly towards him, looking at him from a distance, with a cold and indifferent look in his eyes.
"Shen Qisheng."
After recognizing the person, Yan Tianxiong sighed in his heart and felt a headache. That old ghost acted recklessly and he had to take the blame.
Shen Qisheng was from the Changhong Sword Sect. Before he betrayed the sect, he was the uncle of the Sword Master Wei...
……
……
Wan Zhuliu only stayed for a short time, but Longhu Temple and even many sects in Hengshan City stayed up all night.
The main hall of the Dragon and Tiger Temple was brightly lit. Elders from various Taoist and state sects came and went, and all kinds of noisy discussions continued all night long.
Li Yuan went to listen for a while, but soon he lost interest.
"The word 'eternal life' is indeed very tempting."
At the entrance of the sect's main hall, Li Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down. It was late at night, but the moonlight was bright, with four big moons and numerous stars visible.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
There is a great terror between life and death. You may not feel it when you are young, but the older you get, the more you cannot control it.
Not to mention this life, wasn’t it the same in previous lives?
How many wise and powerful kings, who were disdainful when young, end up taking elixirs and drugs in pursuit of immortality from ghosts and gods when old.
There was no record of immortality in the previous life, but at this time, not to mention the group of old ghosts in the Evil God Cult, Pang Wenlong lived for four hundred years, which is recorded in history books.
"This is an open conspiracy."
Listening to the noisy discussions in the hall, Li Yuan shook his head.
Not many people would believe Wan Zhuliu's words, but it is inevitable that someone would respond.
If you don't go, there are plenty of people who will.
Someone is going, are you going?
Li Yuan could sense the headache that Daoist Master Long was having. If one or two of the five major Taoist sects went there, Longhu Temple would have to follow.
The advantage of being of the same blood is that the five major Taoist sects have shared the world with the imperial court for so many years. The disadvantage is that sometimes, you have no choice but to join in.
In the second half of the night, Li Yuan saw the two old seniors.
When Wan Zhuliu showed up, Taoist Tiancan did not waste that rare opportunity. He put all his strength into his attack, intending to draw his sword.
At this moment, seeing him staggering and looking tired, I knew the result without asking.
The disciples of Qinglong Pavilion were very observant. Seeing Taoist Tiancan stop, they immediately brought a chair over. The old Taoist sat next to Li Yuan, looking quite tired.
“I didn’t remove it.”
The old man is very honest:
"Today's matter was due to my lack of consideration."
He was very generous and casually took out a dark yellow pill the size of a longan from his sleeve:
"This 'Withering and Flourishing Pill' was refined by me in my spare time. It is of top quality and can increase lifespan and maintain vitality. You are about to have your blood transfusion done, so it can be of use to you."
"Thank you, senior."
Li Yuan took it quickly and felt much better: "How effective is this pill?"
"I think there will be no problem with regenerating severed limbs, but as for how much life can be extended, I'm not sure."
Taoist Tiancan shook his head.
Having cultivated to his level, one can only vaguely know the deadline, but it is impossible to know the exact lifespan. As for how much the elixir can prolong one's lifespan, one can only have a vague sense of it.
After they talked for a while, the two old seniors were invited in by Long Yingchan, and Li Yuan also went in to listen for a while.
But at this moment, the quarrel was fierce but there was no real content. After listening to a few of them, he lost interest and went back to the courtyard.
After hearing this, he might as well go and listen. Maybe with some luck, he could hear relevant information.
……
When it was almost dawn, everyone in the hall finally dispersed.
"Ugh."
In the quiet hall, Long Yingchan rubbed his temples and felt a headache.
Woo~
Suddenly, a breeze blew outside the door.
Long Yingchan looked up and saw a black and white civet cat slowly walking in.
"Master Qin."
Putting aside his worries, Long Yingchan bowed and greeted:
"That great sacrifice..."
"I heard that you want to see me?"
Long Yingchan's face changed slightly, and he saw a vague figure suddenly appear in the shadows in the hall.
(End of this chapter)