Chapter 559: Divine Mountain Suppressing Azure Sky, White Tiger Descends the Mountain Again

Chapter 559: Divine Mountain Suppressing Azure Sky, White Tiger Descends the Mountain Again

[In the first year, you carefully reviewed the Fusion Dao Realm techniques that you had already mastered, and with Yue Tianji's guidance, you attempted to once again summon the Celestial Sky Technique to suppress the Divine Mountain's True Intention within your body.]



As the simulation began, the demon's lifespan rapidly diminished.

Shen Yi sat cross-legged in the tranquil cave mansion, and his entire body began to flicker again, as if merging with everything around him. Even the slightest movement of energy was under his control.

This was the power of the Fusion Dao Spirit Art, almost transcending techniques and approaching the realm of domains.

With Yue Tianji's assistance, Shen Yi quickly merged the Celestial Sky and Mountain Stabilizing Techniques, directing them to suppress the Divine Mountain's True Intention within his body.

Under the dual pressure of the spirit technique and the rare technique, along with the vast influx of the demon's lifespan, the Divine Mountain's True Intention quickly weakened like a flickering candle in the wind.

However, when this strand of True Intention was about to dissipate, Shen Yi noticed something amiss.

Although it seemed like only a short time had passed for him, each change within his body was the result of nearly a thousand years of arduous cultivation in the panel.

During this long period, under the suppression of the Desolate Azure Sky, this strand of True Intention transformed from a mountain into a hill, then into a stubborn rock, and finally into a single grain of dust.

At this point, the changes abruptly stopped.

No matter how familiar Shen Yi was with the technique or how powerful his cultivation was, this grain of dust remained unyielding.

"..."

Shen Yi fell silent for a long time, then suddenly stopped the influx of lifespan: "Are you sure you're right about this?"

"I..." Yue Tianji's tone suddenly lost its previous certainty. He realized that the master was following his instructions precisely, and although the entire process was flawless, he couldn't advance the simulation any further.

But he still felt it was absurd: "Could it be that a grain of dust can suppress this Celestial Sky?"

"Let's give it a try."

Shen Yi's greatest advantage was the opportunity to experiment, supported by the demon's lifespan, which was beyond the reach of other cultivators.

He closed his eyes, sensing the faint Divine Mountain's True Intention, which seemed insignificant beneath the vast Celestial Sky.

To be honest, with his current strength, attempting to rival Hongze Great Immortal was as futile as comparing the dust under the Celestial Sky. The opponent could destroy the Qin Patriarch with a single palm, and obliterating Shen Yi would be as easy as snapping his fingers.

Just thinking about the white rhino treasure he had seen that day made Shen Yi's heart race with fear.

But if he didn't even dare to think about it, then he truly had no chance at all.

At this thought, Shen Yi calmed his mind and began to nurture this strand of True Intention again. The dust grew larger, gradually transforming into a majestic and beautiful mountain over the long years.

He raised his palms and sent this mountain into the Celestial Sky.

Then, he exerted his full strength to unleash the Mountain Stabilizing Technique.

The Celestial Sky resembled a vast ocean, and the Divine Mountain seemed like a hidden reef beneath the waves, ready to be engulfed by a single wave.

Before the spirit technique, ordinary Fusion Dao Realm techniques appeared feeble.

"..."

Yue Tianji, immersed in the panel's simulation, experienced each day vividly and keenly observed the perilous situation his master was in.

The opponent would either be engulfed by the vastness, losing their sanity, or forcefully attempt to suppress the Celestial Sky, akin to a mantis trying to block a chariot, seeking their own demise. There seemed to be no third option.

However, in the next moment, Yue Tianji noticed something amiss.

Shen Yi, embodying the Divine Mountain, didn't try to suppress the Celestial Sky. Instead, he stood like a minuscule stele, quietly standing amidst the endless sky, hiding himself behind the clouds.

First, he sought to hide, and then to survive.

This instinctual thought seemed to contradict the aggressive spirit needed to overcome the strong with the weak, but after a long period of stagnation, the simulation finally showed signs of progress.

Yue Tianji pondered for a long time before suddenly understanding.

The reason for prioritizing survival was that the master firmly believed he would ultimately prevail... Comparing longevity with heaven, seeing who could endure until the end might sound strange, but wasn't this also a form of self-confidence?

At the same time.

The entire Mountain Moving Sect's inner sect began to tremble slightly.

Yan Chongzhang, who was comforting the sect's disciples, seemed to have anticipated something and suddenly turned to look in a certain direction.

In the next moment, he witnessed the nameless small mountain soar into the sky, landing in the air and rapidly growing into a majestic and beautiful treasure mountain, revealing its true form! It then began to shrink, eventually becoming palm-sized, and flew towards Shen Yi's tranquil cave mansion!

Boom—

With the influx of a demon's lifespan measured in tens of thousands of years, the treasure mountain crashed into Shen Yi's body, instantly refining and settling within his inner realm, replacing the original strand of the Divine Mountain's True Intention.

[Remaining Demon Lifespan: 460,000 years]



[Fusion Dao (Immortal) - Divine Mountain Suppressing Azure Sky: Entry Level]



Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, and his pupils no longer held any sharpness, appearing simple and unadorned.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Only Yue Tianji in the Ten Thousand Demon Hall witnessed the mountain within his inner realm, and it was truly awe-inspiring.

This must have been a gift left by an immortal.

In addition to the techniques, the great immortal had also left behind a treasure.

Only by merging these three techniques and cultivating them to the entry level could one pass the first trial, and this Divine Mountain was the reward for passing the test.

Even with Yue Tianji's prestigious status in life, he couldn't help but feel envious at this moment.

Such a precious secret cache was actually left behind in Xi Hong, a remote and desolate place, giving off a feeling of discovering gold on the side of the road.

"Congratulations, my lord, for your connection with an immortal."

Listening to Yue Tianji's sincere congratulations, Shen Yi didn't pay it much mind.

To be honest, the cultivation technique that could create such a mindset was very dangerous... It's uncertain if that immortal could have survived until now.

He sank into introspection, examining the additional treasures within his body.

Rather than calling it a magical treasure, it was more like a heavenly treasure aiding in the cultivation of this immortal technique.

Perhaps that immortal had foreseen that the cultivator who comprehended the Divine Mountain Suppressing Azure Sky would likely face unfavorable circumstances. Those with smooth sailing, like Yue Tianji, would never believe in such nonsense as suppressing the azure sky with sand and gravel.

Dust is dust, and heaven and earth are heaven and earth.

The former should be ruthlessly suppressed by the latter, just like the other three Hongs, who should rightfully be subordinate to Bei Hong.

Cultivation techniques are selective.

Therefore, that immortal had left this mountain to help cultivators who had comprehended the technique, ensuring they wouldn't be left completely destitute.

At least, for now, with Shen Yi's cultivation base, he couldn't control this treasure mountain; he could only passively receive its protection.

"Take it slow."

Shen Yi stood up and looked out towards the Tranquil Cave Mansion.

He was very curious about where the Frost Tiger Clan's Clan Leader was at this moment, and what the Crystal Green Phoenix Clan was doing.

Just then, a gentle voice sounded within Shen Yi's Dao Token.

"Is Sect Master Shen nearby?"

Shen Yi pondered for a moment before realizing who the owner of this voice was.

It was the very person he had wanted to rely on the most when he was being chased by the tiger demon—the master of the Clear Moon Sect, Ji Jingxi.

...

Xi Hong, Cold Moon Mountain.

A man covered in talisman shadows limped towards the mountain peak.

His Mystic White Cloak was already torn and stained with dark red, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Heh..."

An Tingfeng's breathing was rapid as he looked at the mountain range that he could usually cross in an instant. Now, it seemed so towering that he felt a bit overwhelmed by the climb.

He paused to rest for a moment before continuing his journey up the mountain.

Once an invincible Earthly Realm Perfection demon, after being heavily injured by Zi Xian Dragon Consort and then having his demon body sealed by Situ Junrui, he now appeared as weak as an ordinary mortal.

No one knew how long it had been.

Finally, An Tingfeng crossed the mountain range and arrived at his ancestral land.

This place was supposed to be the burial ground for all the ancestors of the Moonlight Frost Tiger Clan, but at this moment, all the corpses had been dug up and laid straight on the ground. An unknown force had sucked away the remaining aura, leaving them in a state of decay.

Just passing by, An Tingfeng shattered several corpses, turning them into powder that scattered with the wind.

Finally, at the end of the ancestral land, amidst this dead silence, a thick glimmer of vitality flashed.

It was a white flower, gently swaying in the wind.

An Tingfeng stared at the flower, letting out a sigh of relief. He sat down beside it, his bloodstained large hand reaching out to cover the flower, his five fingers slightly closed, shielding the flower from the mountain wind.

"Madam, I'm back."

His voice was weak as he glanced sideways, a hint of desolation in his eyes. "Over these years, I've searched various immortal sects and demon clans. Just as I found a way for An Yi to live again and grow up healthily, I suddenly ended up like this."

An Tingfeng caressed the flower petals with his fingertips, baring his fangs slightly as he sighed, "Actually, she has come back to life, but she... won't return!"

As he spoke the last half of the sentence, this tiger demon's voice trembled with anger.

"The body and skin are received from one's parents."

"How dare she! How dare she refuse to return that body to you!"

"With Madam's soul and her body, our family can be reunited, living happily together..." An Tingfeng's breathing grew heavier, as if immersed in this beautiful imagination.

He used to be a ferocious tiger demon that made the older generation of demons tremble, but after reaching Earthly Realm Perfection, he suddenly stopped progressing.

Others thought he had suffered an injury from the clan infighting that couldn't be easily healed.

In reality, An Tingfeng had been dividing his essence and blood to nurture this white flower that had transformed from Madam's corpse, all to keep her by his side until An Yi grew up. Then, he would plant this flower into his daughter's body.

"I did all this for our reunion, only to be betrayed by her in the end!"

"Has Madam ever thought that we might give birth to an ungrateful wretch?"

An Tingfeng seemed to be crying and laughing, his face like a malevolent ghost. He covered his heart with his left hand, where the wound that An Yi had struggled to heal was a 'reward' for his father's efforts over the years.

In his right palm, the white flower trembled wildly.

"Is Madam also angry?"

An Tingfeng slowly withdrew his smile, nodding seriously, "I understand."

As his words fell, he suddenly clenched the flower's stem, his voice calm, "There's more than one way to reunite. Our family will eventually come together, like within my body."

"I'll take Madam to find her now. As the saying goes, 'If the child is not taught, it is the father's fault.' This wretched creature deserves to atone and be punished within my belly."

As he finished speaking, he slowly pulled out a white flower from the ancestral land.

The flower's branches and leaves were like human hands, frantically slapping An Tingfeng's right palm, but they couldn't stop him from putting it into his mouth.

"You're just... too soft-hearted... just like many years ago... too kind."

"You'll spoil her if you do this."

An Tingfeng pinched the branches and leaves that were desperately resisting him, shoving the entire flower into his mouth. He chewed slowly, and although it was a white flower, crimson blood oozed from between his teeth, staining his white teeth and adding a touch of ferocity.

"My lady, I'll take care of An Yi and that cultivator who deceived her. You must trust me."

An Tingfeng swallowed the white flower and closed his eyes.

The next moment, the tattered mystic white cloak on his body was suddenly torn by his bulging muscles. His robust demonic body swelled with the storm, and his limbs grew as thick as giant trees. He slammed his broad tiger palm onto the peak of Cold Moon Mountain!

Boom!

The massive White Tiger's muscles were taut, as if about to burst. Its eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets, and its pupils were filled with blood.

The ferocious face suddenly raised, and a deep tiger roar erupted towards the sky.

Letting a tiger return to the mountains would only lead to future regrets.

"Roar—"

The tiger's roar continued without pause, frenzied and shrill, as if enduring unimaginable pain.

The essence and blood it had distributed over ten thousand years suddenly returned to its body, nearly tearing its demonic body apart! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the face of the surging blood, the talisman shadows on the tiger's body shattered one after another.

An Tingfeng rolled around on the mountaintop, destroying everything he touched, until he was exhausted. The ancestral land was already in disarray, covered in a thick layer of bone powder.

It lay on the ground, its rapid breathing turning into a low laugh that echoed through the burial ground, adding a touch of eeriness.

After a brief rest, the ferocious tiger slowly stood up and staggered towards the foot of the mountain.

By the time it reached the foot of the damaged Cold Moon Mountain, a letter written in demon blood had already transformed into a stream of light and headed towards the waters, all the way to the royal mansion of Qi Seventh Lord.

As expected, the dragon girl from the east had her heart set on the east, and even in the south.

The demon race of Western Hong still needed to rely on the Western Dragon Palace.

...

In the waters of Western Hong, inside Qi Seventh Lord's mansion.

The dragon prince, clad in majestic heavy armor, sat upright on the throne, carefully reading the blood-written letter in his hand before slowly placing it on the table.

"Seventh Lord, I think I can smell the scent of that ferocious tiger. Could it be that he's finally come to his senses?"

There was only one guest in the hall, an elder with green feathers.

"That's good."

Qi Zhaoping smiled, but he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Who knows what bad luck had befallen him recently? First, all the soldiers and generals he sent out disappeared without a trace, their lives unknown. Not only did he lose a treasure, but he also lost face at the Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion.

Then, his older brother reprimanded him, ordering him to immediately find that stupid bear who had gone missing without a trace, to prevent the news from spreading.

Perhaps it was a matter of extreme misfortune.

Or perhaps the recent changes in Western Hong's situation had been sensed by these land-dwelling demons, and when his older brother sent a letter to inquire, they politely declined. Now, these great demons were taking the initiative to come and pledge allegiance.

He would soon send this good news to Southern Hong, so his older brother could also be happy.

"..."

Although he didn't like the hot-tempered heart fire aura of this old Green Phoenix, Qi Zhaoping maintained his smile, "Then please trouble your clan to find someone for this ferocious tiger."

"Me? Help him?" The Green Feathered Elder was taken aback.

"It's not really helping him. After all, your young son most likely met his end at the hands of the Southern Flood Seven Sons." Qi Zhaoping glanced at him meaningfully, knowing full well that this matter was the doing of the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, but since others didn't know, he decided to let the mistake stand and blame it all on the Seven Sons.

Upon hearing this, the Green Feathered Elder's face twitched.

After a long silence, he slowly stood up, "That's fine. Consider it a declaration of my Crystal Azure Phoenix Clan's allegiance to the Western Dragon Palace, and hopefully, we can settle all past grudges."

"There are no grudges."

Qi Zhaoping waved his hand, "But you don't need to go. Go and find something for that Lady Ji, the Sect Master."

His older brother hadn't been idle in Southern Hong, and these days were enough for her to figure out how many people the Southern Flood Seven Sons had sent to ask for help.

Now that they had finally subdued this ferocious tiger, they couldn't let her encounter those Seven Sons.

"Rest assured, you'll soon understand that the Western Dragon Palace's way of doing things is completely different from that woman from the east. As long as you handle things well, there will be benefits for you."

"..."

The Elder Green Phoenix slowly bowed.

Of course, he knew what the Seventh Lord was referring to.

Due to his fiery nature, the Crystal Azure Phoenix Clan was naturally disliked by the Western Dragon Palace, forcing them to stay in the most remote area of Western Hong.

Now that the Western Dragon Palace was in turmoil, the Phoenix Clan finally had a chance to breathe.

He wouldn't want to take the lead in matters like the Dragon Merit, but if he could take advantage of the alliance between the two Dragon Palaces to bully the Southern Flood Seven Sons, it wouldn't be a big problem.

(End of Chapter)

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