Chapter 508: Origin of the Divine Text
Chapter 508: Origin of the Divine Text
Woo~
The purple door slowly opened, and Li Yuan felt a desolate and ancient breath coming towards him. The breath was so strong that he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
Suddenly, what I saw before my eyes was not an ancient temple, but an endless starry sky and a bottomless abyss, which made my heart palpitate at the sight of it.
"Baifang Temple, Bafang Temple!"
The little female dragon was also shaking. Even at this moment, she felt it was unreal. How could this legendary fortune that countless top powerful people could not pursue just appear before her eyes?
"Come in, come in!"
Seeing that Li Yuan was still stopping to look at him, the little female dragon wished she could take his place. This native boy simply did not understand the importance of this ancient temple.
"Not urgent."
At this point, Li Yuan's heartbeat became more intense, but he forced himself to calm down and looked around.
In the darkness, the ancient temple rises and falls, like a lone boat sailing in the black sea. Outside the ancient temple, darkness surges, and the roars of strange beasts can be heard from time to time.
The shocking collision just now blew many strange beasts here, but they were all isolated by the invisible barriers.
It seems that the only way to get here is through the rainbow bridge.
"Come in quickly!"
The little female dragon was a little crazy. She was almost in awe of this native boy for being so patient.
"When things get serious, you need to be calm. What do you know?"
Li Yuan was too lazy to argue with her. If she understood this truth, she probably wouldn't have fallen to this point.
"you!"
The little dragon was furious.
Li Yuan walked slowly towards the ancient temple, but did not rush in. Instead, he closed his eyes and gathered his internal energy.
hum~
Under the anxious gaze of the little female dragon, drops of crystal clear blood, like glass, suddenly emerged from Li Yuan's palm.
"It's still a little bit off..."
Looking at the new blood gathered in his palm, Li Yuan opened his mouth and exhaled, and the new blood flew out immediately.
Then, under the influence of the Black Whale's true energy, it trembled violently and then melted into a ball. When it landed on the ground, it had turned into a miniature elephant the size of a palm.
Things can take on different shapes and enter the blood, and blood can also take on different shapes.
After two months of practice, Li Yuan's blood has been replaced for the most part, and he can barely activate some of the methods recorded in the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra.
"puff!"
The baby elephant swung its trunk, sneezed, and looked around in a humane manner.
In Li Yuan's perception, it was as if he had an extra different perspective. Through the perspective of blood images, he could see himself as a giant.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, had a calm expression on his face, and had a mirage dragon belt wrapped around his waist. Behind him was darkness like an abyss.
"Go in."
As soon as Li Yuan had an idea, the little elephant swung its trunk and walked fearlessly towards the slightly open purple temple door.
"Eight-way Temple."
The little female dragon was nervous, and Li Yuan was also highly focused. He had a strong interest in the Bafang Temple, or in other words, the inheritance of that extremely powerful person.
Because according to what the little female dragon said, even in the entire Tianshiyuan, there are only a few people who can be called "powerful".
"call!"
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Li Yuan stared at the perspective of the blood elephant. However, almost the moment the blood elephant stepped into the Bafang Temple, everything went dark before his eyes.
Immediately, an indescribable force suddenly descended and dragged him into the temple gate in an instant.
"..."
……
……
The capital of the gods.
After the end of the year, as the date of the grand sacrifice approached, many sects in various provinces and prefectures, and people from the martial arts world came to watch the sacrifice, and this majestic imperial capital also had a more martial arts atmosphere.
On the observatory, Wu Yingxing stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the entire Divine Capital City. Looking intently, he could see the energy lines standing on the ground that seemed to be able to influence the celestial phenomena.
"Longhu Temple, we are almost there..."
Wu Yingxing looked into the distance, and there seemed to be a red-gold light flashing in his eyes. From an unknown distance, he saw three auras converging.
Indistinctly, you can see the shadows of the blue dragon, white tiger, magic sword, and giant elephant.
"Three great masters in one family, after all, this is the inheritance left by Taoist Chunyang, so there must be some foundation..."
Wu Yingxing collected his thoughts and glanced at Huang Longzi who was taking a nap under a large umbrella behind him. He turned around and went down the observatory.
Below the observatory is a huge open space.
At this time, there were thousands of guards lined up, and large tripods filled with the scent of incense were transported from outside the imperial city and neatly arranged here.
These large tripods can hold at least ten years' worth of incense for a prefecture or state, or at most ten years' worth of incense for a road.
The strong aroma of incense from the incense cauldrons filled the entire open space. Even Huang Longzi on the observatory couldn't help but look over:
"A glimpse of the corner reveals the whole picture. This great fortune has accumulated over thousands of years and is truly very rich. If I were to control it for a hundred years, it would be enough to build a divine palace..."
The dissipated incense was like mist and clouds. Even Huang Longzi felt a little jealous. Any living star was a treasure of the universe, even in the Poison Dragon Academy.
Only the master of the five veins is qualified to control a life star.
"pity……"
Huang Longzi moved under the umbrella to avoid direct sunlight, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the silver-haired middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back on the high platform downstairs.
"A peerless talent."
Huang Longzi closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the Great Sun Golden Scale Bell.
Woohoo~
A gentle breeze blew over, bringing with it a faint scent of incense.
"Hengshan Dao, eleven Yunxiang Ding, Gusu Dao, nine Yunxiang Ding, Yanshan Dao, six, Longyin Dao, eleven, Leiyin Dazhou, seven, Yunmeng Dao, three..."
"Henglong Dao, twenty-three, Wanlong Dao, eighteen."
On the high platform built of white jade, Wan Zhuliu stood with his hands hanging down. In front of him, Emperor Qian sat upright, and several guard commanders bowed and reported.
"In addition, the number of items opened from the inner storehouse totals 300."
"Three hundred mouths." Emperor Qian tapped the back of the chair, feeling a little pained.
This is the wealth accumulated by the imperial court for more than a hundred years, and these three hundred people are only needed for a small sacrifice.
"Only three people in Yunmeng Dao?"
Wan Zhuliu frowned.
"Your Highness, since Wei Tianzuo's death, Changhong Sword Sect has almost destroyed all the temples. These three are what we have accumulated before."
The guard commander bowed and said:
"The other ones were slightly better. They only wiped out the Thousand Eyes Temple, so the impact was slightly smaller..."
"Changhong Sword Sect!"
Wan Zhuliu's eyes darkened slightly.
"Zhu Liu does not need to worry about the Changhong Sword Sect's affairs for now. After the matter here is settled, Shen Gongfeng will handle it himself."
Emperor Qian's expression remained unchanged. He slowly stood up and said:
"According to the time, the people from several major Taoist sects should be here soon. Well, let's start the ceremony."
hum~
Before he finished speaking, Huang Longzi had already landed on the platform with an umbrella in his hand.
"Thank you, Your Excellency, for presiding over the ceremony."
Emperor Qian looked at Huang Longzi.
He was also very cautious about the grand sacrifice. In the previous two times, he used the secret sacrificial ritual of the library once, and the other time was the ritual that Huang Longzi mentioned. Both times, he did not let anyone participate.
"I will do my best!"
Huang Longzi bowed and responded. Feeling Wan Zhuliu's gaze, he paused and said:
"Although the Bafang Temple is a wonder of the universe, it is not a god after all. Therefore, during the grand sacrifice, some indescribable evil gods and strange places may be attracted.
I divide a big sacrifice into five small sacrifices. Although more incense is used, it is safer. "
"Better so."
Wan Zhuliu had a cold expression, and a silver light flashed in his eyes.
"Just do your best, Your Excellency."
Emperor Qian looked gentle.
"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty."
Huang Longzi flicked his long sleeves and walked down the platform holding an umbrella. His steps were steady and each step was in a specific direction.
hum~
As he walked, the three hundred incense cauldrons in the square suddenly trembled, as if they would all explode in the next moment, and the aroma of incense instantly became several times stronger.
"The Mysterious Place is a wonderful place that has existed since ancient times..."
Under the watchful eyes of the ruler and his ministers of Dayun, Huang Longzi recited the sacrificial text, which was not the official language of Dayun, but the sacred text circulated in Tianshiyuan, the sacred text of origin.
His voice was low and rhythmic, and every byte he uttered seemed to explode directly in everyone's hearts.
"Feast!"
After a moment, Huang Longzi suddenly stopped. The big umbrella in his hand trembled violently, and then, a shocking explosion was heard.
In the square, three hundred incense burners exploded simultaneously.
Boom!
Three hundred clouds of smoke shot straight into the sky and converged on the Big Sun Golden Scale Bell in the observatory.
when!
The sound of the bell echoed and echoed again, directly covering the imperial city and even the entire capital city of God.
"The court offered sacrifices to the temple again."
"The sound of the Great Sun Golden Scale Bell!"
"What a pity, we never got the chance to meet..."
Startled by the sound of the bell, countless people in the city of God looked up at the sky, only to see the sound of the bell slowly spreading out like a substance and merging with the gathering incense.
It surged and boiled until it exploded with a loud bang.
In a guild hall somewhere in the city, Yan Tianxiong, who was playing chess with a statue, seemed to have sensed something. He looked up, his sight passed through the pavilion, and saw the incense that covered the imperial city like a cloud:
"Another big move, tsk..."
"Incense."
Qianyanshen was calmly making his move, but suddenly he trembled and made a 'click' sound.
"Ok?"
Yan Tianxiong was startled, but saw countless cracks suddenly appear on the statue, with the light of flesh and blood flashing in them, and the carved eyeballs were spinning violently:
“No… No!”
boom!
The entire pavilion exploded.
Under Yan Tianxiong's horrified gaze, a terrifying old man with a thousand eyes walked out of the stone statue. He raised his head, and countless eyeballs on his body looked upwards.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Tianxiong was startled and looked in the direction of the voice.
However, all I could see was that on the observatory, where the bell sounds and the incense smoke converged, in the vast cloud of smoke, all kinds of light and shadows were flowing and changing violently.
An ancient temple floating in the darkness suddenly appeared above the sky. It seemed so far away that a desolate and ancient atmosphere emanated from it.
It permeates the imperial city and covers the divine capital.
"Eight-way Temple!"
At this moment, the imperial city and the divine capital were silent.
The emperor and his ministers under the observatory all looked solemn, and the guards were even more cautious as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Only Wan Zhuliu seemed to be aware of something and pressed down on the dragon pattern on his forehead.
A roar that only he could hear exploded in his heart:
"Someone, someone!"
The roar kept echoing, but Wan Zhuliu seemed unaware of it. He just looked up at the sky and his eyes met Huang Longzi's.
Under the gazes of countless people, a figure walked into the open temple gate!
(End of this chapter)