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Chapter 559: The Divine Mountain Calms the Heavens, White Tiger Descends Once More
Chapter 559: The Divine Mountain Calms the Heavens, White Tiger Descends Once More
[Year One: You review the Unity Realm techniques that you have long since mastered, following Yue Tianji's instructions to attempt to invoke the Calm Heaven technique once more, suppressing the strand of Divine Mountain's true intent within your body.]
As the simulation began, the demon's lifespan quickly diminished.
Shen Yi sat cross-legged in the quiet cave, his figure becoming ethereal once more, as if merging with his surroundings. Even the slightest fluctuation of energy was within his grasp.
This was the power of the Unity Realm spirit art, transcending techniques and approaching the realm of domains.
With Yue Tianji's guidance, Shen Yi quickly merged Calm Heaven and Suppress Mountain, directing them to suppress the Divine Mountain's true intent within him.
Under the dual suppression of spirit art and treasure art, coupled with the influx of vast demon lifespan energy, the strand of Divine Mountain's true intent soon became as feeble as a flickering candle in the wind.
However, just as this strand of true intent was about to dissipate, Shen Yi noticed something amiss.
Although it seemed like only a short while to him, in reality, each change within his body was the result of nearly a millennium of arduous cultivation in the panel.
During this protracted period, under the suppression of the desolate Calm Heaven, this strand of true intent transformed from a towering mountain to a humble mound, then to a stubborn rock, and finally, to a mere grain of sand.
At this point, the transformation abruptly stopped.
No matter how proficient Shen Yi was with the techniques or how formidable his cultivation realm had become, this grain of sand remained indestructible.
"..."
Shen Yi remained silent for a long time before suddenly halting the influx of lifespan energy. "Are you sure you're right?"
"I—" Yue Tianji's tone lost its previous certainty. He had guided Shen Yi through the process, and while he couldn't find any flaws in his master's execution, they were still unable to progress any further.
However, he still felt that something was amiss. "Could it be that a mere grain of sand intends to calm these heavens?"
"Let's give it a try."
Shen Yi's greatest advantage was the countless trial and error opportunities afforded to him by the support of the demon's lifespan energy, unmatched by other cultivators.
He closed his eyes, sensing the faint strand of Divine Mountain's true intent, which seemed even more insignificant beneath the vast Calm Heaven.
To be honest, with his current strength, attempting to oppose Hongze Immortal was akin to that grain of sand challenging the heavens. Hongze could annihilate Qin Zongzhu with a single palm strike; erasing Shen Yi would be as easy as a flick of his finger.
Just the thought of the white rhinoceros treasure artifact he had witnessed that day was enough to fill Shen Yi with lingering fear.
But if he didn't even dare to think about victory, then he truly had no chance at all.
With this in mind, Shen Yi calmed his mind and began to nurture that strand of true intent once more. The grain of sand gradually transformed, slowly becoming a majestic mountain over the long years.
He raised his palms and placed the mountain upon the Calm Heaven.
Then, he unleashed the Suppress Mountain technique with full force.
Calm Heaven resembled a vast ocean, and the Divine Mountain seemed like a hidden reef within those waters, ready to be engulfed by the next wave.
In the face of spirit art, ordinary Unity Realm techniques appeared feeble and insubstantial.
"..."
Yue Tianji, within the panel, experienced each day in real-time, witnessing the peril his master was in.
Either his master would be submerged in this vastness, losing his sanity, or he would forcibly try to calm the heavens, a futile effort akin to a mantis trying to stop a chariot, leading to his demise. There seemed to be no third option.
However, in the next moment, Yue Tianji noticed something unusual.
Shen Yi, having transformed into the Divine Mountain, didn't attempt to suppress Calm Heaven. Instead, he resembled a minuscule monument, quietly standing amidst the endless sky, hiding himself behind the clouds and mist.
First, he hid, then he ensured his survival.
This instinctual thought seemed contrary to the aggressive, ambitious mindset often associated with overcoming stronger foes, but the previously stagnant simulation finally showed signs of progress.
Yue Tianji pondered for a long time before suddenly understanding.
The reason his master prioritized survival was because he firmly believed that he would ultimately emerge victorious... To dare to challenge the heavens and vie for longevity, to see who could endure until the end—while it sounded strange, wasn't this also a form of confidence?
At the same time.
The entire inner sect of Banshan Zong trembled slightly.
Yan Chongzhang, who was calming the disciples, seemed to anticipate something as he suddenly turned his head toward a particular direction.
In the next moment, he witnessed the nameless small mountain soar into the sky, hover in the air, and then rapidly grow into a majestic and magnificent treasure mountain, revealing its true form!
It then began to shrink, eventually reducing to the size of a palm before speeding toward the quiet cave where Shen Yi resided!
Boom—
With the influx of demon lifespan energy measured in tens of thousands of years, the treasure mountain collided with Shen Yi's body, instantly refining and settling within his inner world, replacing the original strand of Divine Mountain's true intent.
[Remaining Demon Lifespan Energy: 460,000 years]
[Unity (Immortal) - Divine Mountain Calms the Heavens: Entry]
Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, his pupils devoid of any sharpness, appearing plain and unadorned.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Only Yue Tianji, within the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, had witnessed the mountain within his master's inner world, and it was truly awe-inspiring.
This was undoubtedly a gift left by an immortal.
In addition to the techniques, that immortal had even left behind a treasure artifact.
Integrating these three techniques and cultivating them to the entry level was the true first test, and this Divine Mountain was the reward for passing it.
Even with Yue Tianji's noble status in life, he couldn't help but feel envious at this moment.
To think that such a precious secret treasure would be left behind in Xi Hong, this backwater place. It felt like stumbling upon gold by the roadside.
"Congratulations, my lord, on your connection with an immortal."
Hearing Yue Tianji's sincere congratulations, Shen Yi didn't pay it much mind.
To be honest, the mindset required to create such a mental state in a cultivation technique was quite dangerous. It was questionable if that immortal was even still alive.
Shen Yi sank into introspection, examining the additional treasure mountain within his body.
Rather than calling it a treasure, it was more like a heavenly resource to aid in the cultivation of this immortal technique.
Perhaps that immortal had foreseen that the cultivator who comprehended the Divine Mountain Calms the Heavens technique would likely be in a less than ideal situation. Those who were smooth sailing and successful, like Yue Tianji, wouldn't have believed such nonsense about suppressing the heavens with a grain of sand.
Dust is dust, and the heavens are the heavens.
The former should be ruthlessly suppressed by the latter, just as the other Three Hongs should be subordinate to the Northern Hong.
Cultivation techniques are selective of their practitioners.
Hence, that immortal left behind this mountain to lend a helping hand to the cultivator who comprehended the technique, ensuring they wouldn't be left with nothing.
At least, for now, with Shen Yi's current cultivation, he couldn't harness the power of this treasure mountain and could only passively receive its protection.
"Slow and steady."
Shen Yi stood up and looked out of the quiet cave.
He was now curious about the whereabouts of the clan leader of the Puremoon Snow Tiger clan and what the Jadelight Azure Phoenix clan was up to.
Just then, a gentle voice resonated within Shen Yi's nameplate.
"Is Sect Master Shen nearby?"
Shen Yi pondered for a moment before realizing who the owner of the voice was.
It was the owner of the voice was the very person he had wanted to rely on the most when he was being pursued by the tiger demon—the leader of Qingyue Sect, Ji Jingxi.
...
Xi Hong, Han Yue Mountain.
A man covered in tattered talisman shadows limped towards the mountain peak.
His pure white cloak was torn and stained with dark red, making him look extremely disheveled.
"Heh..."
An Tingfeng breathed heavily, looking at the mountain that he used to cross in an instant. It now loomed tall, and he even felt a sense of trepidation at the thought of climbing it.
He paused to catch his breath before continuing his ascent.
Once an invincible peak-stage Earth Realm demon, An Tingfeng had been heavily injured by Zixian Longfei and then had his demon body sealed by Situ Junrui. Now, he looked as weak as an ordinary human.
After an unknown amount of time, An Tingfeng finally crossed the mountain range and arrived at the ancestral land.
This location was intended to be the ancestral burial grounds for the Hao Yue Shu Hu (Hao Moon Frost Tiger) clan, yet their remains were unearthed and aligned in a row on the soil. The lingering energies had been drained away, rendering them desiccated and crumbling.
As An Tingfeng walked by, he accidentally shattered several skeletons, turning them into powder that scattered in the wind.
Finally, at the end of the ancestral land, amidst this deathly stillness, a lush bloom of white flowers swayed gently in the wind.
An Tingfeng stared at these flowers, suddenly feeling relieved. He sat down next to them, extending his bloodstained broad palm, his fingers slightly curled, to shield the flowers from the mountain wind.
"Wife, I'm back."
His voice was weak as he glanced to the side, a hint of dejection in his eyes. "I've been searching for a way to bring An Yi back to life and ensure her healthy growth all these years, but suddenly, things turned out like this."
An Tingfeng ran his fingers gently over the flower petals, baring his fangs slightly as he sighed, "In fact, she has come back to life, but she... she won't come back!"
As he said the last sentence, his voice trembled with anger.
"The body is a gift from one's parents."
"How dare she refuse to return that body to you!"
"With your soul, wife, and her body, our family can be reunited and live happily ever after..." An Tingfeng's breathing became heavier, as if he was immersing himself in that beautiful fantasy.
He used to be a fierce tiger demon that struck fear into older generation demons, but after reaching peak Earth Realm, he suddenly stopped progressing.
Others assumed that he had suffered an irreparable injury during the intra-clan battle years ago.
In reality, An Tingfeng had been diverting a portion of his essence blood to nurture these flowers that had bloomed from his wife's corpse, all to keep her around until An Yi grew up. Then, he planned to transplant these flowers into his daughter's body.
"I did everything for our reunion, only to be betrayed by her!"
"Has my wife ever considered that we would give birth to such an unfilial, despicable creature?"
An Tingfeng's smile was bitter, his face contorted like an evil spirit. His left hand covered his heart, where the wound that had finally healed was located—a 'reward' from An Yi after all his years of effort.
In his right palm, the white flowers trembled violently.
"Is my wife angry as well?"
An Tingfeng slowly retracted his smile and nodded seriously. "I understand."
As his words fell, he abruptly clenched his fist around the flowers' stems, his voice calm. "There's more than one way to be reunited. Our family will ultimately be together again, even if it's within my body."
"I'm going to bring my wife along to find her now. As the saying goes, the fault lies with the father if the child is uneducated. This unfilial, despicable creature deserves to atone and be punished within my belly."
"As his words trailed off, he slowly plucked the white flower from the ancestral land.
The flower's stems and leaves reached out like hands, frantically slapping against An Tingfeng's right palm in a futile attempt to stop him from bringing it to his mouth.
'You're just... too soft-hearted... just like many years ago... too kind.'
'You'll... spoil her like this.'
An Tingfeng pinched the stems that resisted him and shoved the entire flower into his mouth. Chewing slowly, a crimson liquid oozed from between his teeth, staining them a sinister red, despite the flower's white petals.
'Wife, I'll take care of An Yi and that cultivator who deceived her. You have to trust me.'
An Tingfeng swallowed the flower and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, his tattered and torn white cloak was ripped apart by his bulging muscles. His demonic form swelled with power; his limbs thickened like giant trees as he slammed his massive tiger palm onto the peak of Han Yue Mountain!
Boom!
The white tiger's muscles tightened as if they would burst, its eyes bulging with vertical pupils dilated. The sclera of its eyes filled with blood, giving it a fearsome appearance.
The tiger lifted its head and released a deep, mournful roar toward the sky.
Setting a tiger free will only invite future regrets.
'Roar!'
The tiger's endless roar echoed with frenzy and sorrow, as if it were enduring agony beyond imagination.
The essence blood it had distributed over countless years now rushed back into its body, threatening to tear it apart.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amidst the surging blood energy, the talisman shadows adorning the tiger's body shattered one after another.
An Tingfeng rolled uncontrollably on the mountaintop, leaving destruction in his wake until he finally came to a stop. The ancestral land lay in ruins, coated in a thick layer of bone fragments.
The massive tiger lay on its side, its rapid breathing turning into low laughter that reverberated through the burial ground, sending shivers down the spine.
After a brief rest, the tiger pushed itself up and staggered down the mountain.
By the time it reached the foot of Han Yue Mountain, a letter written in demonic blood had transformed into a stream of light, speeding toward the waters and the mansion of the Seventh Prince of the Qi family.
As expected, the dragon girl from the east had her sights set on the east, and perhaps even the south.
The western Hong's demon race would still need to turn to the Western Dragon Palace for support.
...
In the palace of the Seventh Prince of the Qi family, within the Western Hong waters, a majestic scene unfolded.
The Seventh Prince, clad in heavy armor, sat upright on his throne, perusing the blood-written letter in his hand before carefully setting it down on a table.
"Seventh Prince, I believe I detect the scent of that fierce tiger. Could it be that it has also seen the light?"
The speaker was the only guest in the hall, an elderly man with green feathers.
"Isn't that wonderful?" Qi Zhaoping replied with a smile, though he breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
Recently, luck had not been on his side. First, the soldiers he dispatched disappeared without a trace, their fate unknown. Not only had he lost artifacts, but he had also lost face in the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
On top of that, he had been reprimanded by his older brother, who instructed him to find the missing bear to prevent any leaks of their secrets.
Perhaps his luck was turning around.
Or perhaps the recent shifts in the Western Hong situation had been sensed by these land-based demons. When his brother requested assistance, they had declined, but now they were taking the initiative.
He would send this good news to Southern Hong and share the relief with his brother.
"...'
Although Qi Zhaoping was not a fan of the dry and hot heart fire aura of the green phoenix before him, he maintained his smile. "Then I must trouble your clan to help us locate that fierce tiger."
"Me?" The old man with green feathers was taken aback.
"It's not really helping, per se. After all, your youngest son was likely killed by the Southern Hong Seven as well." Qi Zhaoping gave him a meaningful look. Although he knew the Myriad Demons Pavilion was responsible, others were not aware, so he shifted the blame to the Seven.
Hearing this, the old man's face twitched in distress.
After a lengthy silence, he slowly rose to his feet. "Very well, let us say that the Liuli Qingfeng Clan is presenting its credentials to the Western Dragon Palace. May this gesture erase the grudges of the past."
"There are no grudges to speak of."
Qi Zhaoping waved his hand dismissively. "But you need not go yourself. Send someone else to assist Miss Ji, the clan leader, instead."
His brother had not been idle in Southern Hong. By now, he likely had a good understanding of the Southern Hong Seven's reinforcements.
Now that they had the tiger under control, they couldn't afford to let the other party meet with Ji, the clan leader of Qingyue Sect.
"Rest assured, you'll soon see that our methods in the Western Dragon Palace are vastly different from that woman in the east. We deliver results, and there will be benefits for your cooperation."
"...'
The old green phoenix bowed slowly, understanding the Seventh Prince's intentions.
The Liuli Qingfeng Clan, due to their fiery nature, was naturally shunned by the Western Dragon Palace and relegated to the remotest part of Western Hong.
With the turmoil in the Western Dragon Palace, the clan finally had some breathing room.
Although reluctant to take the lead in the Dragon Transformation technique, the old phoenix knew that by joining forces with the two Dragon Palaces to suppress the Southern Hong Seven, they could achieve their goals without much issue.
(End of Chapter)
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