Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 528 - 353: Yue Qingping, 19th Layer of the Pure Yang Lianji True Method._2

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"Your Majesty, please descend the mountain."

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Inside the gate of the Taiji Cave.

The peerless mystic female crown held the jade carving that appeared to resemble a horse yet was not, lost in a trance. Suddenly, with a smile blossoming across her face, she turned to Shui Lingyue and said:

"Ling Yue, what do you think this jade carving looks like?"

"Resembling a horse but not a horse, could it be some kind of mythical beast?" The mistress, no, now a daoist nun Shui Lingyue began to rack her brains, searching through the scriptures for a name of a mythical beast that matched this creature.

"Stop guessing. It's a donkey, just an ordinary donkey. It was a little donkey I had when I was young. After it died, I couldn't stop crying, so my elder brother carved this jade sculpture for me. However, his skills were so poor it doesn't really look like it."

What he didn't know was that the jade sculpture wasn't important at all. What was important was that he humored me by crawling on the ground, playing the little donkey to make me laugh."

"Ling Yue, I'll give this to you as well."

Yue Qingping flipped her palm and pulled out another jade carving from her sleeve that was about eighty percent similar to the not-quite-horse jade sculpture.

"Master, this is a keepsake from your brother; Ling Yue dares not to accept it."

"The dead are gone, nothing is important anymore."

"You may go now. Practice well and do not let down the potential of your physique."

After Shui Lingyue had stepped down, a trace of white powder fluttered from Yue Qingping's hand and her aura became even more clear and bright.

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"Shen Hong, let me see your limits!"

Yi Chen's roar echoed within the Bear Cave.

Since he had gathered enough Deep Red Points for promotion, Yi Chen immediately decided to find a secluded place for his promotion before heading to the headquarters of the Hidden Dragon Alliance at Sword Demon Mountain.

1.2 million Deep Red Points were deducted in an instant, as memories began to unfold like a fleeting glimpse.

A bright moon hangs over a scene of sporadic floral shadows, perfect for a casual drink seated on the ground.

A thousand miles of green mountains, where birdcalls come and go, a fitting place for a long springtime chant.

In a small courtyard nestled in the mountains, a large jar sat, capturing the moonlight within.

The daoist held a golden scroll in his left hand and a half-carved gourd ladle in his right; he casually scooped up the moonlight and drank it down.

The wine was fragrant and refreshingly pleasant.

Under the moon's glow, the words "Taiyi Returning to the Origin Grand Technique" were clearly visible on the golden scroll.

For True Technique cultivation to reach the level it had for him, aiming for further progress was exceedingly difficult. He had sat in seclusion in the deep mountains for a hundred years with little to show for it, merely refining his Extreme Origin to be more agile and harmonious, with no sign of a breakthrough in sight.

Fortunately, heaven doesn't cut off all paths; a hundred years ago, he set out to travel the world, visited countless places, and a kind-hearted sect gifted him with this method. After expressing his gratitude, he put down his Holy Halberd and gave them several daoist instruments, leaving both hosts and guests well pleased.

"After traveling the world, it's this method that has subtly moved me. Perhaps the opportunity for the nineteenth layer breakthrough of my True Technique is right here."

The daoist sighed deeply and, with another sip of fine wine, began to read and comprehend the contents carefully.

"Heaven and earth as the furnace completes the true transformation, yin and yang as the elixir refines the profound mystery."

"Chickens dining evolve to cranes, ascending to the clouds; dogs feasting turn into dragons, flying in daylight."

"Only at this point can one claim to have reached the ultimate subtlety, inviting you to jointly return to the way."

"Good! Good! Good! Good! What a creation from nothingness, taking heaven and earth as the furnace and yin and yang as the elixir, nature naturally forming a spiritual embryo. And thus, with one man's enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend!"

Having finished reading the main principles, the daoist continued to explore the specific steps.

There were four steps: Changing Cauldron and Separating Embryo, Transforming to Connect With Spirits, Nine Turns to Spirit Change, and Leisurely Wandering.

"Reset the cauldron upon Kun and Qian, with skillful hands, the essence is moved to the upper field. With lofty morality and advanced spirit, the void shatters and the method knows no bounds. From now on, easily abandon the old to again become truly pure, later separating embryos and returning to mystery...."

"At this point, Embryo Reversion to the Truth is like conceiving heaven and earth."

The daoist couldn't help but praise as he looked at the incantations on the golden scroll, and then he plunged into deep thought.

This method was to use heaven and earth as the furnace, yin and yang as the elixir. His own body was of pure Pure Yang essence, so how could he regulate yin and yang and conceive an inner world teeming with vigorous life force and flourishing everything?

Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!

The daoist set out on a journey once more, searching the corners of the earth. He fought against heaven and earth, grasped vast wildernesses, seeking yin and yang spiritual materials. For a time, countless treasures of heaven and earth were rapidly gathered by him.

Alas, his Cultivation Body was too overbearing; the yin-related spiritual materials had barely entered his body before they were evaporated and devoured by his Cultivation Body, leaving not a trace, like a cow chewing on peony flowers.

A hundred years later, the daoist, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.

In these hundred years, he had once tried to achieve internal and external resonance beneath the glaciers of ages past, using external cold to circumvent the limits of his Cultivation Body, but it still ended in vain.

Enraged, he returned to the deep mountain thousand miles away and continued to earnestly study the method for breakthrough.

Five hundred years had passed, and he emerged from the mountain once more, traversing the heavens, diving into the sea, and delving into the earth. He first meditated in the lightless depths of the sea and ultimately stood firm in the midst of a volcano's lava pool, on the verge of eruption.

Three hundred years ago, he had an epiphany.

He realized he had been as blind as a bat, unable to see Mount Tai, trapped within the barrier of his own knowledge and perception.

Since the harmony of yin and yang eluded him, why should he seek it? He originally followed the path of Pure Yang to its extreme, and now attempting to reconcile yin and yang meant he was straying onto the wicked path.

If fostering a flourishing inner world bustling with life and competition was not possible, then he would create a world of natural disasters with a mighty effort.

Others needed to balance yin and yang because their physical bodies were too frail to withstand such violent turmoil, but his body was astonishingly powerful and could stand the test. He might as well abandon yin to enhance yang and follow this path to its utmost darkness!

"In the end, achieving an inner world is nothing more than transforming from a yin and yang holy embryo into a world akin to this volcano's lava pool."

Once his mind was made up, the Daoist immediately plunged into the underground lava, swallowing all the sun-related spiritual beings he had collected over the years, simulating harmony with the myriad transformations of the True Intent, blending the methods he had refined over the centuries, and embarking on his seated meditation of death.

Five hundred years went by.

A thousand years passed by.

Two thousand years elapsed.

The seas had turned into mulberry fields; the green mountains of yore had imperceptibly become a great river.

On the banks of the great river, the demonic race invaded; a gigantic black-purple demon with two massive horns on its head, towering over a hundred meters tall, with an aura that shook the heavens, was chasing down the human race, who fled in panic on the ground.

"Save us! Save us!"

"Mommy, mommy, where are you~"

"My child, my child is over there—let me through, stop pushing!"

A cacophony of voices intertwined with each other—cries, clamors, and sounds of fear, ceaseless and piercing.

"Haha, be afraid, you insects!"

"Food, fearful food, screaming food, young food, all bring me joy."

The towering black-purple demon let out a day-long maniacal laugh.

Just then, the river water suddenly began to boil, bubbles erupting on the surface, and a powerful aura spread out from the riverbed.

"What is this? Such a formidable aura!"

The actions of the gigantic demon halted abruptly.

Whosh! Whosh! Whosh!

The river water surged, stirring up terrifying waves!

Suddenly, the riverbed cracked open, and countless waters poured backward, creating an enormous vortex!

A stately Daoist figure emerged from the riverbed with poise and grace, stepping up slowly!

He stood over two meters tall, with a mark on his brow that resembled a red lotus, and nine colorful chains of light crazily spun and danced around him.

No matter how much water touched him, it instantly turned to vapor, leaving not a drop on his body.

Seeing this, the multitudes of common folk by the riverbank instantly quieted down, and the massive demon and its numerous bizarrely shaped demonic soldiers also fell silent, awed by the appearance of this terrifying figure.

The crowd heard him start to chant:

"Treading through the calamities of the world, I ascend to the peak of all under heaven."

"With firm resolve, I calmly watch as heroes fall."

"Holy Halberd's divine edge, how few can stand against it through the ages."

"World-Shaking Pure Yang, with a mere flip of my hand, I command the world's compliance and defiance!"

"You heterodox creatures dare to be violent before me, as if not even considering me in your eyes! I, World-Shaking Pure Yang, have but one verdict, kill!"

"Pure Yang Holy Seal, reveal the heavenly light!"

With a loud proclamation, a giant spirit over a hundred meters tall unfolded, the gate of Pure Yang swiftly appeared, and a towering golden shadow emerged, no different from the former image of the Daoist.

In a corner unseen by the crowd, a deep red point appeared within the Daoist's cultivation body, spirit rushing in, leading to a world of natural disasters.

In the sky, an enormous sun shone ceaselessly, illuminating heaven and earth. The ground was cracked, with rivers of fire descending from the sky and frequent earthquakes, depicting a scene of the end of the world, all while dense, milky-white Extreme Origin floated above.

"Who are you?" roared the giant demon!

"I am World-Shaking Pure Yang, come and duel me!"

The Daoist gave a ferocious smile; the shadow that emerged from the gate of Pure Yang joined him, moving forward with overwhelming momentum, displaying the strength of seventy percent of the main body's spirit.

The scene comes to an abrupt halt there!

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