Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Ye Liuyun could not help but kept quiet after the Path Master of the Evil Spirits Path made his comment. It was not that Bei Mingzi was stronger than Ye Liuyun. But because Bei Mingzi carried the lineage of that person, he could blatantly disobey the rules set by Ye Liuyun.

Considering that the person related to Bei Mingzi was an extremely terrifying existence, Ye Liuyun felt that it was wise to not make enemies with him. Ye Liuyun sighed. He needed to look for new options and escape from this suppression.

Looking at the universe, the most suitable person to back him up was Mahamayuri who had gone through tons of trials thousands of years ago.

But the only one who was aware of the whereabouts of Mahamayuri was Demon King Kui Li. But Ye Liuyun knew better about Kui Li’s temperaments. She was arrogant and disdainful, and it would be difficult to ask her for the whereabouts of Mahamayuri. Moreover, his possession may not be able to touch Mahamayuri.

Ye Liuyun could not help but wonder what would Shen Lian do if he was in the same situation. But as Shen Lian’s ‘I am not bothered’ face came to his mind, Ye Liuyun concluded that Shen Lian would not overthink like him and would possibly let go of everything and start anew.

But after all, he was not Shen Lian. He was Ye Liuyun. He could not conduct himself virtuously like Shen Lian neither could he play the secular mortal world like a game. Everyone saw him as a new generation of demon ruler but only he himself knew of his real objectives.

With the surge of cultivators, the originally bared Zhou nation became prosperous. The Dao techniques of Qing Xuan came in handy in the development of the nation. Spiritual canals opened up while spiritual vessels assembled together. On top of that, the runes method of Su Xiuqing of the Zhengyi Sect had prompted mortal beings to easily pick up cultivation techniques. As a result, the Zhou nation became more and more resourceful as time went by.

One day, colonies of ants scurried as if something terrifying was about to unfold. Flocks of birds flew out of the mountain while the beasts scampered aimlessly and even attacked the villages.

Hong Yuan who was promoting the theories of Zen and cultivation ceased his talk and looked towards the north. He saw dashes of raging Qi of Xuan that was about to engulf the entire Zhou nation.

Someone was up to no good and wanted to destroy the earthly foundations of the Zhou nation. Hong Yuan thought it was strange as a person’s power tend to be weaker in the Netherworld. Who on earth was this person whose supernatural power could affect such a huge range of area.

Very soon the Qi of Xuan that came from the north finally revealed its hideous identity as part of the borders of the Zhou nation turned into a sea of oceans.

Hong Yuan would never let the other party succeed. He tossed the prayer beads that was in his hands towards the north and the beads turned into a golden circle and pounded against the Qi of Xuan.

A loud explosive sound could be heard and it triggered tidal waves. The golden circle had eighteen prayer beads and each of the beads crushed into powder and was swept away by the waves.

Hong Yuan groaned as he realized how strong the opponent’s mana was.

A kasaya appeared and transformed into a huge wall and blocked the waves. But soon a sharp beak of a bird pierce through the kasaya, causing the Xuanshui to spill over.

Just when the civilians of the Zhou nation were feeling hopeless, a ray of Qing Guang surged out from the ground and lifted the gushing water of Xuan. The same rays of Qing Guang appeared concurrently throughout the entire nation and eventually shielded the Zhou nation.

The endless Xuanshui actually poured itself into the Qing Guang.

Hong Yuan recited the Buddhist chants and felt a sense of relieve. This was Zhenren Shen’s painting of Mountains and Rivers of the Gods of Earth and Vale and it was safe to say that Zhenren Shen was taking care of the issue.

The painting of Mountains and Rivers of the Gods of Earth and Vale served as a small universe but transformed into the Nation Protecting Divine Lights and engulfed the Xuanshui into the universe in the painting. They would still be fine even if the enemy brought a sea worth of water.

Bei Mingzi who was deep inside the Qi of Xuan lost his composure. He had amazing supernatural powers and could swallow a sea worth of water to erode the lands of the Zhou nation. He did not expect them to have the Storage of Hundreds of Rivers magic talisman that absorbed the Xuanshui of the North Sea that he brought over.

When all the Xuanshui was swallowed down, the universe became sparkling clean with not a speck of dust. A watercolor painting of a mountain opened up in the void and the water level in the painting raised midway up the mountain.

Bei Mingzi looked towards that direction and saw the magic talisman. He was startled and was in disbelieve. How was it possible that Shen Lian had Empress Wa’s painting of Mountains and Rivers of the Gods of Earth and Vale.

He quickly regained his composure and understood that this was actually a replica. If this was Empress Wa’s painting of Mountains and Rivers of the Gods of Earth and Vale, it would be able to contain the three thousand cosmos or even Mount Sumeru. There was no way that the little amount of water he brought would raise midway up the mountain.

As his plan crumbled, he took on a decisive role and transformed into the wind to escape.

However, he was one step too slow. A killer sword slashed through the void and charged towards the wind that he transformed into. It was obvious that the sword was prepared in advance and thus Bei Mingzi was not capable of avoiding it despite his amazing light speed travel. In fact, it looked like he was the one who collided with the ferocious sword gleam.

Bei Mingzi had no choice but to reveal his spiritual shape to block the sword gleam. He traced the sword gleam to see a coldly elegant girl.

He thought to himself that this mistress celestial of sword had a strong murderous intent and wondered where had she pop out from.

Bei Mingzi knew that his cultivation experience was deeper than his opponent but the combat power of master celestials of sword was generally preeminent. Moreover, this mistress celestial of sword looked fierce and there was no point of fighting. He turned to a different direction with the intention of leaving.

He had learned his lesson and decided to not transform into the wind. A pair of golden wings came out from his ribs, he flapped the wings and flew hundreds of miles away.

Just before he could let out a sigh of relief, he heard someone laughing, “Fellow Daoist, I, Song Qingyi have been waiting for you.”

A sharp nib fluttered out like a painting of the mountain and river and headed towards his brain. Bei Mingzi felt an unexplainable sense of chills and realized how powerful the instrument was. He knew it would be foolish to continue the fight and thus dodged the nib and took off in another direction.

After traveling for over thousands of miles, he could not help but felt cocky about himself. He thought that even if Shen Lian had the perfect plan, his light travel was the best of the best.

Before he could indulge too deeply in his conceitedness, the melody played by a zither and a singing voice rang in his ears.

“The wild orchids fade as the waters of Yishui flows, once the orchid was picked and worn by the king, its elegance and fragrance would shine like the moon…”

A river appeared in the void at the source of the voice. A middle-aged Daoist dressed in oriental costume was playing the zither. The musical notes came out from his fingertips blocked the way ahead.

That man said, “I am Yi Zhi and I have been expecting you.”

Bei Mingzi furiously yelled, “Where is Shen Lian? What stupid games are you all playing?”

With utmost sincerity, Yi Zhi responded, “You have violated the constitution of the Zhou nation and will have to face the music. But first of all, you would have to be trialed by three judicial sections.” He paused for a moment and continued, “But if you want to meet His Majesty, I can pass your message on your behalf.”

Bei Mingzi sneered, “Do you think you are capable of doing so?”

As he uttered his words, a blood-colored water droplet landed inside his mouth.