Chapter 600: Falling Star Fire
Chapter 600: Falling Star Fire
Woo~
There seemed to be a breeze blowing over the desolate and dilapidated scorched earth, and in the distance, there were low roars and long cries from unknown strange beasts.
Under Wan Zhuliu's gaze, wisps of silver light floated up from the scorched earth, and in a flash, they turned into a silver-haired old man, who was Yunyeshan.
Yunyeshan sat cross-legged, his figure flickering, with a faint flame burning.
"How could you and Qianyan team up and lose so miserably?"
Wan Zhuliu was shocked. He had known in the Bafang Temple that the two might have failed.
But he didn't expect that these two old guys would lose so badly.
He knew very well that even if his divine palace was completed, he had no chance of defeating these two old guys, let alone if they joined forces.
Moreover, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that Yun Yeshan was in a very bad condition at the moment. The faintly visible flames on his body exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
"He is not Qin Yun!"
Yunyeshan seemed to be adjusting his breathing, with a strong smell of fireworks coming out of his mouth and nose:
"There has only been one person throughout history who has been able to cultivate the Great Sun Golden Sutra to this level..."
"Ok?"
Wan Zhuliu's pupils suddenly shrank: "You said he is Pang Wenlong?!"
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Who is Pang Wenlong? As the current King of Martial Arts in Dayun Town, how could he not know?
One of the four supreme masters of ancient and modern times, a hero who pacified the troubled times and a true monument of martial arts.
"No, if he is still alive, why hasn't he appeared in the world for thousands of years?"
Wan Zhuliu raised his eyebrows.
According to historical records, a thousand years ago, Taizu Pang Wenlong died in a disaster. Taizong, who was exiled to the people, returned to the imperial city, quelled the turmoil and succeeded to the throne, which led to the current Dayun royal lineage.
He had always thought so before, and now he naturally knew the inside story.
Thousands of years ago, it was Yunyeshan who secretly destroyed Pang Wenlong's grand sacrifice, causing him to die suddenly. The current royal lineage comes from the old man in front of him, or in other words, the Yunmo clan.
"It can't be wrong!"
Yunyeshan stretched out his five fingers, and the fireworks energy on his body gathered in his palms, transforming into a ball of golden divine fire:
"Thousands of years ago, when Pang Wenlong was offering sacrifices at the Bafang Temple, I secretly attacked him and caused the sky to burn him. I thought he had already been annihilated, but I didn't expect that he was still alive!"
"Um……"
The dragon shadow behind Wan Zhuliu disappeared, and he looked at the old man in front of him calmly:
"I need to know the whole story."
"In the past, I failed to ascend to godhood in my clan and died in the netherworld. Fortunately, the elders of my clan built a temple for me, and I enjoyed a huge amount of Yuanhuo, which saved me from extinction..."
Yun Yeshan had a cold look in his eyes and a low voice as he recounted what happened that year.
Wan Zhuliu lowered his hands and listened quietly.
It was pretty much the same as he guessed.
Yunyeshan died in the netherworld, but due to the continuous incense and sacrifices by his clan, he got rid of his muddle-headedness over the long years and became a strange demon.
He wandered in the Netherworld, and was attracted by the aura of the incense festival more than a thousand years ago and came here. Calculating the time, it was when the previous dynasty, the Great Zhou, was destroyed...
"That old Taoist who calls himself Dragon Demon..."
At this point, a trace of ferocity flashed across Yunyeshan's face:
"This tiny place that was isolated from the outside by the Eight Directions Temple actually gave birth to a 'Dao Enlightenment Body'. With a lifespan of 200 years, it actually cultivated to the ninth level of the Divine Palace!"
"what?!"
Wan Zhuliu, who was listening quietly, suddenly had his pupils shrink.
What is Chongtian?
Picking the wonders of heaven and earth and using divine patterns to create a complete divine realm and spiritual appearance is considered the first level of heaven, just like what he is experiencing now.
The Nine Heavens of the Divine Palace, that means, the Dragon Demon Taoist possesses the nine divine realms and has cultivated the nine spiritual aspects!
"He was born with a body that can realize enlightenment. With this kind of physique, no matter where he is born, he will surely be able to become a god. Unfortunately, he didn't live to see the opening of the Eight Directions Temple!" Yun Yeshan calmed himself and continued to narrate.
He appeared in the world twice, and was suppressed by the Dragon Demon Taoist both times. He just mentioned it in one sentence, and seemed unwilling to think about it.
"...The third time I smelled the scent of the Incense Festival, when I walked out of the Netherworld, there was no trace of the Dragon Demon anymore..."
After realizing that the Dragon Demon Taoist had really disappeared, Yunyeshan took decisive action, leading a high sacrifice to crash into the Bafang Temple, which brought down heavenly fire and burned the Pang family to death.
Afterwards, he infused the blood of the Yunmo clan into the body of a down-and-out beggar, using him to replace the Dayun royal family.
"and then?"
Seeing Yunyeshan pause slightly, Wan Zhuliu asked.
"That Pang Wenlong is worthy of being the disciple of the Dragon Demon. He backfired before his death and made me silent for a thousand years..."
Wan Zhuliu narrowed his eyes slightly:
"I didn't expect that he not only survived, but also used the Eight Directions Temple's World-Destroying Heavenly Fire to cultivate a round of 'Heavenly Fire Spirit'. This old man and Qianyan were not careful enough and almost suffered a great loss!"
Yun Yeshan extinguished the golden fire in his palm, but in the blink of an eye, wisps of golden flames rose up from his body again, burning his face and making his skin twitch and his body flicker.
"This fire..."
Wan Zhuliu's eyes focused, and when the fire reignited, his heart felt warm, as if it was about to be ignited by the flame.
"This is 'Starfire'."
Yun Yeshan said indifferently, "It comes from the Bafang Temple. It is said that every time the Bafang Temple opens, it will sprinkle endless fire from falling stars, and the light and heat are enough to burn the sea of stars dry!"
"Even the gods cannot resist!"
"Burning up the sea of stars?!"
When Wan Zhuliu's expression changed, Yun Yeshan slowly stood up and looked at him coldly:
"Now that the temple founder has appeared, the day when the Eight Directions Temple will truly open is not far away. Before that, if you cannot become the temple founder, then both you and I, as well as your life star, will be completely burned by the fire of the falling star!"
"...Is this so?"
Wan Zhuliu's expression changed several times before he calmed down:
"I understand."
……
……
Huhu~
The north wind is howling and the snow is falling.
Li Yuan walked slowly to the edge of a cliff behind the main peak of Longmen, and sat cross-legged on the edge. He stared at the snow in the sky, and shook his head after a long while:
"With my current spiritual will, I am unable to directly see the divine patterns. No wonder the classics record that a master warrior can only see the wonders when he reaches the state of unity between man and nature."
While whispering in his heart, Li Yuan changed his weapons and replaced the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer and other mysterious weapons with two [Divine Fire All-Spirit Rings (Level 9)] and a group of bone ornaments that enhanced the perception of the soul.
hum~
The next moment, he felt the light and shadow in front of his eyes changing violently and interweaving, and in a daze, the wind and snow seemed to have disappeared.
Instead, there were wisps of divine patterns that seemed to be there and not there.
"It's spectacular."
Li Yuan's eyes were bright.
After his perception was elevated to the extreme, he saw countless complex and mysterious divine patterns under the wind and snow. These divine patterns intertwined and flowed, forming this blizzard covering thousands of miles.
“Everything in the world is scenery.”
Li Yuan stared at the extremely complex divine patterns in front of him, recalling the records about magic and Taoism:
"If I can use the divine realm as soil to contain the divine pattern in front of me, and then use the spirit image as a medium to outline and reproduce this blizzard, can this be considered a spell?"
(End of this chapter)