Chapter 277
“Brothers, you’ve worked hard in the Thunder Pool,” Zheng Fa said, cupping his hands in greeting. “I’ll make sure you’re settled in shortly.”
Although the Heavenly Palace had shattered into several pieces, there were still places for these disciples to stay.
For instance, the old residences where the celestial beings once lived.
“However, there are a few things I’d like to remind everyone about.”
“In this Heavenly Tablet Realm, um, Senior Sister Yuan suggested we call this little world the Jiushan Realm, which I think is quite fitting,” Zheng Fa explained. “The rules are not yet complete, so only Thunder Techniques and Thunder Talismans are effective. Brothers, you’ll need to focus on practicing these spells in the future.”
He had previously been puzzled as to why only Thunder Techniques worked—
Now he understood; it was mainly because the spiritual energy circuit of the Sun and Moon Bell only contained these spells.
In other words, there were no other talismans in the void, rendering all other spells ineffective.
“Those skilled in Thunder Talismans should assist their fellow brothers. And for those who aren’t as adept, don’t worry; I’ll reactivate the Talisman Discussion Pavilion soon so everyone can learn.”
“Speaking of which, the Talisman Discussion Pavilion will undergo reforms—I’ll be introducing a series of courses that you can think of as secret techniques for everyone to study.”
At this moment, they remembered that Zheng Fa was still the future head of the Talisman Discussion Pavilion, albeit in a vague sense.
Sun Daoyu and Zhou Qianyuan exchanged glances; they had long suspected that Zheng Fa would change the face of Jiushan Sect, but they hadn’t expected it to start so soon.
“In the future, the Talisman Discussion Pavilion will be a place for learning, research, and discussion. Therefore—I hereby announce that private duels are prohibited in the Pavilion.”
Sun Daoyu felt a chill in his heart as he glanced at Senior Sister Yuan beside him.
Senior Sister Yuan was happily leaning against Zheng Fa, nuzzling against him, completely oblivious to what he was saying.
Uncle Huang’s expression was also quite ordinary.
“The Affairs Pavilion will also undergo reforms. I’ll discuss this with Sister Zhang…”
Zheng Fa intended to connect the Affairs Pavilion with the development of the mundane aspects of the Jiushan Realm—
By fostering the mundane incense offerings, they could cultivate various spiritual plants, thereby rewarding the brothers.
This would create a relatively healthy internal cycle…
Upon hearing this, Sun Daoyu turned to look at Zhou Qianyuan— they had sensed that Zheng Fa had some of his own ideas.
But due to various factors, those ideas had not been implemented.
Now, with the Jiushan Realm, Zheng Fa was no longer holding back.
However… not everyone would be able to accept this.
Sun Daoyu glanced around; some brothers wore expressions of confusion or even bewilderment.
But no one spoke up.
Everyone understood that when Zheng Fa took charge of the Jiushan Realm, the sect had effectively become Zheng’s.
Moreover, at this moment, Uncle Huang was the only one at the Nascent Soul stage in Jiushan Sect.
Who didn’t know that Uncle Huang’s beloved disciple, Sister Zhang, was practically sharing a blanket with Zheng Fa…
…
After finishing these points, Zheng Fa looked at the weary expressions of his brothers and said, “Let me lead you all to rest.”
With that, he tapped the jade seal, and suddenly, a rainbow bridge appeared, leading to an island in the void.
As Sun Daoyu and the others stepped onto the rainbow bridge, they felt the Heavenly Palace sway slightly, and they were a bit surprised.
“Zheng Fa?” Sun Daoyu asked.
“Don’t panic, brothers,” Zheng Fa reassured them. “We’re… going home!”
(End of this chapter)
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**Chapter 258: Blood God Technique, Tongming’s Sigh**
Jiushan Sect.
Uncle Pang stood atop the Ninth Peak, gazing out at the world beyond the mountain, murmuring, “I’ve lived in Jiushan Sect for tens of thousands of years, and I can hardly recognize this place anymore.”
The sect leader beside him was equally speechless.
The world outside had changed dramatically.
At the foot of the mountain, the river by the dock had run dry, leaving only thick, dark red blood flowing in its place.
It was daytime, yet a blood-red river appeared in the sky.
The two blood rivers, one above and one below, reflected each other, casting an ominous glow over the landscape for miles around.
“Is this what it means to transform into a god?” Uncle Pang sighed. “Upon entering the world, even the heavens have changed.”
“Not just that,” the sect leader murmured. “I’ve recently noticed that the power of some of my talismans has diminished…”
Uncle Pang was taken aback. “That sounds a bit like the Heavenly Tablet Realm, doesn’t it? Capable of altering the power of various spells and talismans?”
“Yes, my nephew Zhang spoke to me about the transformation into a god a few days ago… This transformation might truly affect the Heavenly Dao,” the sect leader said, but he didn’t elaborate further.
Uncle Pang’s expression darkened.
On the other hand, there was no point in discussing it further now.
“Speaking of Nephew Zhang, where is she? Still at the Mountain River True Form Talisman?”
The sect leader nodded, looking at his junior brother. “I don’t know why the Blood River Ancestor is delaying, but the malevolent energy in that blood river is increasing day by day. It seems the Blood River Ancestor won’t be able to wait much longer.”
Uncle Pang nodded, seemingly understanding the sect leader’s meaning.
“I’ll call Nephew Zhang down the mountain. She has expended a lot of spiritual energy and soul power to awaken our ancestor these days. Given the urgency of the situation, she needs to rest.”
The sect leader nodded, watching Uncle Pang head up the mountain.
He turned back to look at the blood river outside and took out a formation plate, gently stroking it.
…
When Uncle Pang reached the mountain, he found Sister Zhang sitting beneath the Mountain River True Form Talisman, her spiritual energy shifting like clouds and mist, seemingly trying to elicit a response from the talisman.
However, the Mountain River True Form Talisman only emitted a flickering light, showing no other changes.
After waiting for a while, when Sister Zhang showed no signs of waking, he couldn’t help but call out, “Nephew Zhang.”
Sister Zhang slowly opened her eyes, revealing a hint of fatigue, looking extremely weary.
Uncle Pang understood that she was merely at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul and was currently comprehending the transformation into a god. It was entirely normal for her to feel exhausted.
Thinking of this, he felt a bit ashamed: “We’re not much help here.”
He had read the few books Zheng Fa provided. To be honest, he didn’t completely understand them, but grasping the complex spiritual energy circuits of the Mountain River True Form Talisman was far too difficult.
The sect leader felt the same way.
Sister Zhang shook her head; she wasn’t one to complain. Instead, she asked, “Is there something you need, Uncle?”
“The Blood River Ancestor…” Uncle Pang seemed unsure how to explain. “There seem to be some changes outside the mountain, and I fear it’s not good.”
Sister Zhang glanced outside the mountain, as if she had anticipated it: “This is likely the influence of the Blood River Ancestor’s Dao fruit on this world.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve gained some insights while comprehending the Mountain River True Form Talisman these past few days,” Sister Zhang explained. “The struggle between transformations into gods is probably not what we imagine. It’s a contest of Dao…”
Uncle Pang felt a bit lost.
Sister Zhang shook her head. “The Blood River Ancestor’s delay likely isn’t out of fear of our Jiushan Sect, but rather… fear of this world.”
Uncle Pang listened, stunned, his eyes filled with confusion.
Fortunately, he hadn’t come to discuss these matters with Sister Zhang; he wanted her to stop fixating on the Jiushan Ancestor.
Instead, she needed to prepare well to face the Blood River Ancestor.
…
“Is the Blood River Ancestor truly coming in person?”
In the distance, Tongming, who was confronting the Qingyun Great Sage, watched this scene unfold, his mouth agape.
The Qingyun Great Sage glanced at him with a smile and said, “The Blood River Ancestor has always relied on the Dao of the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor to achieve his path. You and I have used our life treasures to do so, but he can only obey the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor.”
“Moreover, with the spiritual energy dwindling, the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor has merely made a move.”
“And what’s a mere Blood River Ancestor?”
Upon hearing this, Tongming sighed, “We are but pawns… Yet you know that getting involved with the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor brings no good. Why do you still choose to help them…”
He didn’t believe for a second that the Qingyun Great Sage was standing up for the demon clan.
The demon clan was essentially a scattered group.
Besides, while the lower-tier demons lived in hardship, few dared to bully a transformation into a god like the Qingyun Great Sage.
“Great Freedom Heaven.”
The Qingyun Great Sage uttered four words.
Tongming seemed to understand, his expression turning pale: “The Great Freedom Demon Ancestor is willing to relinquish Great Freedom Heaven? Isn’t he hiding within it to avoid the calamity of dwindling spiritual energy?”
At this moment, he understood why the Qingyun Great Sage wanted to collaborate with the Great Freedom Demon Sect.
He also understood why the Qingyun Great Sage would say that the Blood River Ancestor was nothing to worry about.
The demon sect had existed for so long, and the demon ancestor had survived through two epochs, all tied to the connection with Great Freedom Heaven, a secret realm of profound mysteries.
“How would I know? Besides, what kind of being is the demon ancestor? Could he deceive me?” The Qingyun Great Sage shook his head. “This price is offered to you, but the cost is the entire Hundred Immortals Alliance…”
“Are you unwilling?”
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