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Chapter 164: The Ancient Sun Saint, Standing Proudly Under the Heavens
Chapter 164: The Ancient Sun Saint, Standing Proudly Under the Heavens (End of Chapter Preview)
"Jun Wuji, are you joking? What big secret are you talking about?" The blood-colored figure scoffed, believing that Jun Wuji was bluffing.
He had been sent by the Lord of Blood Demons to woo Jun Wuji and, through him, gain the support of Jun Dongjin, a former high-ranking member of the Dao De Xian Zong.
Jun Dongjin had been cast aside by the Dao De Xian Zong, and his heart was surely filled with resentment. As long as the Blood Demon Sea offered a high enough price, the chances of success were high.
To ensure Jun Dongjin's complete loyalty, there must be no coercion in wooing Jun Wuji. Otherwise, if Jun Dongjin saw how the Blood Demon Sea treated his youngest son, how could he not have doubts?
Force could not be used.
So, they could only offer great benefits or use semi-threatening means.
Before infiltrating the Central Plains, the blood-colored figure had carefully browsed through the information related to Jun Wuji. And indeed, he had discovered a secret.
A secret related to Jun Wuji.
"I really want to know what this big secret is," Lin Yuan said seriously.
He had too many secrets, and for a moment, he couldn't be sure which one the blood-colored figure was referring to.
Was it the incident over a hundred years ago when he casually incinerated the Dark Child of the Dao De Xian Zong, along with over ten Huashen Tian Jun and fifty Yuan Ying true lords of the Black Veil Archipelago? Or was it the fact that he had become a ancient saint of physical cultivation, unprecedented in the Central Plains for hundreds of thousands of years, and had effortlessly crushed the eldest prince, the so-called peer of ancient saints, underfoot? Or perhaps it was his confrontation with Mo Qingliu, the master of Dao De Xian Zong, in the Nine Heavens, from which he emerged unscathed, in the form of the Great Yin Yuan Shen?
In addition, there was also the master of Yuan Yang Island in the East Sea, who was not the semi-step ancient saint that the world believed him to be.
"Hmph," the blood-colored figure snorted, seeing that Lin Yuan seemed genuinely unaware.
He intended to offer a reminder. "Jun Wuji, you're not a Jin Dan stage physical cultivator, are you?" the blood-colored figure said in a low voice.
"Hmm?" Lin Yuan fixed his gaze on the blood-colored figure, who he deemed no more than an ant.
"Twenty years ago, you had your men purchase a batch of cultivation resources from outside, which included the Ancient Hidden Flower."
"That's a cultivation resource for the Yuan Ying stage physical cultivator."
"Your physical cultivation realm should have already entered the Yuan Ying stage."
The blood-colored figure spoke confidently, believing he had the upper hand.
This was his biggest card to threaten Jun Wuji.
In just a mere one to two hundred years, Jun Wuji had gone from a cripple to a Yuan Ying stage physical cultivator. With such talent, advancing to the Huashen stage in the future would be effortless.
This wouldn't have been an issue a hundred years ago, but now, with Jun Wuji's parents transferred to Mengya Mountain, they had lost their backing in the Dao De Xian Zong.
Moreover, with Mo Mengting's rise to power, if he were to find out about the potential of his competitor's son, would he not have other ideas?
This was the blood-colored figure's biggest bargaining chip. It came from within the Dao De Xian Zong, and it could also stir up Jun Wuji's resentment towards Mo Mengting.
A single stone that killed multiple birds.
"Oh?" Lin Yuan remained expressionless.
He had thought that the blood-colored figure had truly discovered some earth-shattering secret. But it turned out to be this matter.
Indeed, Lin Yuan had his subordinates regularly purchase cultivation resources from outside.
But that was just for show.
As for the 'Ancient Hidden Flower' mentioned by the blood-colored figure, it was probably something Qiu Yue had bought on a whim.
"You..." The blood-colored figure had expected to see Jun Wuji's face filled with fear, the panic of having his secret exposed, perhaps even contemplating killing him to silence him.
All of this had been anticipated by the blood-colored figure, and he had even prepared corresponding countermeasures.
But he was disappointed.
He saw no change in Jun Wuji's expression.
How could this be?
The blood-colored figure's thoughts were in disarray.
"Do you have any other secrets?" Lin Yuan asked, his patience wearing thin.
"Isn't this secret enough?" The blood-colored figure's voice rose in pitch, his confidence growing.
Hiding the fact that he was a Yuan Ying stage physical cultivator would surely attract Mo Mengting's attention, and the consequences of that were unknown.
The blood-colored figure had intended to use this secret to control Jun Wuji.
"Jun Wuji, as long as you are willing to work for us, Mo Mengting will not be able to touch you. Moreover, my master will grant you a lifespan far beyond that of any cultivator," the blood-colored figure said, sensing that the situation was not going as planned.
In order to entice Jun Wuji, he knew he couldn't rely solely on threats but also had to offer a tempting reward. And so, he offered the ultimate prize—a prolonged lifespan.
It was common knowledge that the lifespan of physical cultivators was far shorter than that of immortal cultivators. However, the Blood Demon Lord could use his own methods to transform Jun Wuji into a 'Blood God Child'.
These Blood God Children were bound to the Blood Demon Sea, and their lifespans were terrifyingly long. Moreover, their lives and deaths were controlled by the Blood Demon Lord's thoughts alone. By becoming a Blood God Child, Jun Wuji would be completely integrated into the Blood Demon Sea, making betrayal impossible.
"I must have overthought it," Lin Yuan said, shaking his head slightly.
He had long suspected that the blood-colored figure was from the Blood Demon Sea, and the aura emanating from him confirmed it. While this aura may have fooled others, it couldn't escape Lin Yuan's notice.
At first, Lin Yuan had thought that the Blood Demon Sea truly knew something significant. But now, it seemed he had worried too much. Even the nearby Dao De Xian Zong hadn't detected the blood-colored figure's true identity.
Isolated in the far north of the Divine State, the Blood Demon Sea had limited influence in this region.
"Let's see what the Blood Demon Lord is really up to," Lin Yuan said, his gaze fixed on the blood-colored figure.
He had engaged in this prolonged conversation with the blood-colored figure because he wanted to be sure that he didn't actually know anything of value. Now that he was certain the figure was clueless, he was ready to act.
Hearing these words, the blood-colored figure's heart filled with confusion. But the next moment, his consciousness began to sink.
Bang! Streaks of blood-colored light exploded within the blood-colored figure, revealing his desperate attempts to save himself.
Daring to infiltrate the Central Plains and the Cloud Mist Blessed Land, he surely had some tricks up his sleeve.
However, all his hidden cards and lifesaving measures, even the blood-colored crystal bestowed by the Blood Demon Lord himself, were swiftly shattered.
"You...?" The blood-colored figure's eyes widened with endless terror as his consciousness completely faded away.
He had been wrong. The Blood Demon Lord had been wrong. Everyone had been wrong about Jun Wuji.
They had thought him weak and easy to manipulate, but he was far from the simple figure they believed him to be. Even the blood-colored crystal, a gift from the Blood Demon Lord himself, couldn't withstand Jun Wuji for even a moment.
Jun Wuji was no ordinary man; he was at least an Ancient Saint.
After a few breaths, Lin Yuan finished browsing through the blood-colored figure's memories.
"So, it turns out they were planning to incite a war in the Central Plains Divine State," Lin Yuan said, now understanding the Blood Demon Lord's scheme.
"Why do the ancient Refining Void Ancient Saints of the Blood Demon Sea, the Demon Saint Nest, and the Yin Underworld Palace repeatedly try to start a grand war in the cultivation world?" Lin Yuan mused, his expression thoughtful.
With the Dao De Xian Zong firmly established in the Central Plains Divine State and the suppression of the Taihao Immortal Mirror, no war could truly harm their foundation.
Blood Demon Sea:
On a small island deep within the sea, the Blood Demon Lord suddenly opened his eyes.
"Dead?"
"So quickly?"
The Blood Demon Lord couldn't believe it. With the backup plans he had embedded in the blood-colored figure, even if they were discovered by the Dao De Xian Zong, they should have been able to hold out for a while.
"Could it be that Mo Qingliu used the Taihao Immortal Mirror to deal with him?" The Blood Demon Lord could only attribute it to this possibility.
Cloud Mist Blessed Land:
Lin Yuan remained lying on the recliner. After dealing with the blood-colored figure, he contemplated the situation.
"My current strength."
After a hundred years of cultivation, in addition to comprehending the bodily divine ability 'Rebirth from a Drop of Blood', Lin Yuan had also made great strides in martial arts. He had already expanded his martial arts cultivation system to the eleventh stage of the sixth tier.
In the main world and the Immortal Dao world, the sixth tier corresponds to the Refining Void stage.
The Refining Void stage is further divided into three realms: 'Entering the Void', 'Understanding the Void', and 'Refining the Void'.
The Entering the Void realm corresponds to the first to third stages of the sixth tier.
The Understanding the Void realm corresponds to the fourth to sixth stages of the sixth tier.
The Refining the Void realm corresponds to the seventh to ninth stages of the sixth tier.
Currently, Lin Yuan had reached the eleventh stage of the sixth tier. Although he had not attained the peak of the sixth tier, his boundary strength had already surpassed the limit of the Refining Void stage.
Perhaps he was still not as powerful as those in the Unity stage above Refining Void, but he wasn't far off either, and he was definitely much stronger than those at the peak of the Refining Void stage.
"Peak of the sixth tier."
Lin Yuan's expression turned pensive.
Reaching the twelfth stage of the sixth tier wouldn't be very difficult for him.
It would take him at most a few decades, or even just fifty or sixty years, to achieve that.
What Lin Yuan was thinking about was how to break through to the seventh tier.
Whether it was in the main world or the Immortal Dao world, the transition from the sixth to the seventh tier, and from Refining Void to Unity, was a major hurdle.
In the Chi Qiu Star Domain of the main world, there were over 1.2 million life-bearing planets, and over countless millennia, only a handful had reached the seventh tier.
Among the Star Fallers, there were more than ten thousand at the sixth tier.
However, at the seventh tier, even if you included the three senior brothers from the main star of Chi Qiu, the number of seventh-tier Evolvers wouldn't exceed a hundred.
Even in the exotic beast battlefield, known for its intense competition, seventh-tier Evolvers could become kings or lords, ruling over vast domains.
The Dao De Xian Zong.
Deep within the sect, in the Dao De Secret Realm.
Suddenly, a vast aura surged forth.
Inside the secret realm.
Mo Mengting's face lit up with joy.
"Refining Void stage, this is the Refining Void stage, this is what it means to be an Ancient Saint!"
Mo Mengting felt the completely transformed power within his body, and his ambition swelled.
He, Mo Mengting, had finally reached this day.
The day he became an Ancient Saint! "Sect Master."
Mo Mengting took a deep breath to calm his excitement.
He walked out of the secret realm and respectfully addressed Mo Qingliu.
Although he had now become a Refining Void Ancient Saint, Mo Mengting knew that he still had a huge gap to close compared to Sect Master Mo Qingliu.
This gap wasn't due to strength.
It was because of the town sect immortal treasure, the Taihao Immortal Mirror.
Even if Mo Mengting had just entered the Refining Void stage, if he faced Mo Qingliu, who had refined the Taihao Immortal Mirror, he would be instantly suppressed, let alone if Mo Qingliu had reached the peak of Refining Void.
The Taihao Immortal Mirror was not only an immortal treasure with infinite power but also the linchpin of the entire Dao De Xian Mountain.
Whoever controlled the Taihao Immortal Mirror controlled the countless array formations that the Dao De Xian Sect had set up over hundreds of thousands of years.
"Rise."
Mo Qingliu looked at Mo Mengting and smiled.
Although he had long known that with Mo Mengting's talent and the resources of the Dao De Xian Sect, reaching the Refining Void stage wouldn't be a problem, he still felt relieved at this moment.
The two sat down.
Mo Qingliu then shared his plans for the future with Mo Mengting.
"Now that you're here to oversee the sect, I plan to go out for a while, holding the Taihao Immortal Mirror."
"It's been too long, and many have forgotten the reason why our Dao De Xian Sect is qualified to preside over the Central Plains Divine State."
Mo Qingliu's face turned cold.
Over the past hundred years, he had been well aware of the movements of the You Ming Palace, the Blood Demon Sea, and the Demon Saint Nest, but he had chosen to ignore them temporarily to protect Mo Mengting.
Now that Mo Mengting had reached the Refining Void stage, Mo Qingliu could finally leave the sect with peace of mind.
Although the Dao De Xian Sect was protected by countless array formations, if it weren't for a Ancient Saint overseeing the sect, it would suffer greatly if it were besieged by other Refining Void Ancient Saints.
This was why Mo Qingliu had stayed within the Dao De Xian Mountain all these years.
The other two factions would surely make a move against the Dao De Xian Sect.
But now, with Mo Mengting, an ancient saint, stationed there, that threat no longer exists.
Even if two or three ancient saints were to besiege them, they wouldn't be able to shake the foundations of the Dao De Xian Sect.
With this assurance, Mo Qingliu could act without restraint, re-establishing the sect's dominance over all living beings.
"Which faction do you plan to move against first, Sect Master?"
Mo Mengting asked in a low voice.
"Which one?"
Mo Qingliu pondered for a moment, "Let's start with the East Sea."
Over the past hundred years, the White Jade Pavilion in the East Sea had developed rapidly and was on the verge of unifying the East Sea Islands.
Furthermore, the master of White Jade Island, Yuan Yang, was only a semi-step ancient saint. Even if he had made some breakthroughs in recent years, it was impossible for him to have reached the Refining Void stage.
Since that was the case, with Mo Qingliu's true body and the Taihao Immortal Mirror, they would have the perfect opportunity to annihilate him.
On the other hand, if Mo Qingliu were to make a move against the Youming Ghost Palace, the Demon Saint Nest, or the Blood Demon Sea first, Yuan Yang, the master of White Jade Island, would likely be scared and go into hiding.
After all, the Dao De Xian Sect had long been rivals with the Youming Ghost Palace, the Demon Saint Nest, and the Blood Demon Sea.
The latter three factions had their own unique trump cards, so even with the Taihao Immortal Mirror in his possession, Mo Qingliu could only suppress them, not defeat them.
Therefore, taking action against the East Sea was the best option to meet Mo Qingliu's expectations.
"The East Sea."
"Then, the master of White Jade Island is doomed."
Mo Mengting nodded in agreement.
He still remembered the grudge he held against the master of White Jade Island, who had destroyed the Black Veil Archipelago that he had cultivated for many years.
"I'll leave the sect in your hands."
After saying this, Mo Qingliu's figure disappeared into the distance.
East Sea.
White Jade Island.
Hundreds of thousands of White Jade Pavilion disciples gathered on the island.
In addition, there were countless mortals present, and although White Jade Island was called an 'island', its size was nearly two million li, equivalent to several Canglan Stars.
If it weren't for the vastness of the Central Plains, White Jade Island would be more appropriately named White Jade Continent.
Core area of White Jade Island.
Lin Yuan sat with his legs crossed.
Below him, dozens of disciples were asking questions about their cultivation, to which Lin Yuan provided casual answers.
A hundred years had passed, and the White Jade Pavilion's foundation had greatly increased. There were now over ten thousand cultivators at the Martial Arts First Stage, more than a thousand at the Second Stage, over two thousand at the Third Stage, and three hundred and twenty-two at the Fourth Stage.
There were eight cultivators at the Fifth Stage of Martial Arts.
It could be said that the White Jade Pavilion was undoubtedly the best in the East Sea Islands. If Lin Yuan wished, unifying the East Sea Islands would be effortless.
"Hmm?"
Lin Yuan seemed to have sensed something.
He lifted his head and glanced upwards.
White Jade Island.
Countless disciples gathered in groups or practiced alone, immersed in their research and cultivation of martial arts.
Suddenly— In the Ninth Layer of the Skies.
A terrifyingly radiant immortal mirror hovered in the air.
As the mirror gently rotated, a terrifying beam of light descended from the Ninth Layer.
The light was so intense that even space seemed to freeze, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth turned to nothingness in its path.
It was evident that if this beam of light were to land on White Jade Island, the entire island would be pierced through, and this cultivation sanctuary would be utterly destroyed.
The aftermath of the mirror light would be enough to kill all beings below the level of ancient saints.
"What is that?"
"It's bad, we have to run!"
"We can't escape, we're all going to die!"
Countless disciples of the White Jade Pavilion looked up in despair.
Under the terrifying light of the immortal mirror, everyone could only think of one thing.
Death.
No matter how they ran.
Death awaited.
Just then.
A figure appeared in the sky above White Jade Island.
In an instant, he grew to a towering size, his height reaching millions of zhang, and his body exuded an intense solar power as if he were a second sun.
With a casual lift of his hand, this awe-inspiring figure effortlessly shielded White Jade Island, which was several times the size of Canglan Star, in the palm of his hand.
(End of Chapter)
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