N-A-A Chapter 25 Hongjun's Wrath, Searching for the Mysterious Man
Chapter 25 Hongjun's Wrath, Searching for the Mysterious Man
Chapter 25 Hongjun's Wrath, Searching for the Mysterious Man
Penglai Island is located in the East China Sea, in the center of a boundless, shimmering expanse of water.
As Yao looked away, he saw a misty, ethereal landscape and a gentle, drizzling rain, like a breathtaking landscape painting.
Inside, there are thousands of immortal cypress trees and tens of thousands of tall bamboos, adorning layers of deep pavilions and palaces, and one after another, pearl palaces and shell towers.
Black apes and white deer can be seen everywhere, while golden lions and jade elephants roam among them.
Looking at this blessed land, it is truly a fairyland rarely seen in the world.
Today, the weather is fine and sunny, with a gentle breeze.
Outside the main hall of the immortal island, on the purple-gold steps, sat three people, chatting and laughing.
The man sitting in the middle wore a long black robe. He had long, black hair like a waterfall, a sharply defined profile, and a slender but not rugged physique.
What is particularly striking is the air of a celestial being, like a Kunpeng or a true dragon soaring through the heavens and earth, contradictory yet coexisting, aloof and solitary.
The other two Taoist priests, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, had expressions that ranged from worship to ecstatic joy, as if they were listening to divine teachings.
The atmosphere here was very cheerful. Even the cranes in the distance were not afraid of people. They gathered in groups not far away, flapping their wings and occasionally letting out loud, long cries.
"Brother, I never expected you to gain so much from just one trip."
A look of surprise appeared on the withered face of the guide.
After he finished speaking, he looked at the many objects shrouded in precious light in the void.
Although they come in different forms, they are all innate spiritual treasures.
Besides all sorts of magical treasures, there are countless materials for refining weapons and medicinal herbs and flowers for alchemy.
Beside him, Zhunti, who appeared tall and robust, also looked at Ling Xiao with a sense of emotion.
"Big brother! Next time you go out to rob and plunder, you must take us brothers with you."
"The treasure isn't important, I just want to help you carry the sacks..."
"What nonsense about robbing and looting! We were begging for alms, going out to find those with whom we had a destiny."
After Jieyin finished speaking, Zhunti scratched his head, looking completely unconcerned.
Ling Xiao glanced at Jieyin's compassionate expression and secretly gave him a thumbs up.
"Alright, next time you go begging for alms, take the two of you with you."
"Tizi, you should learn from your second brother. Don't talk like one of those heroes from Liangshan Marsh."
"Big brother, who is Tizi? Ah, is he calling me? Then is second brother called Yinzi?"
"..."
Ling Xiao chatted with the two brothers for a while, urging them to break through their cultivation level as soon as possible.
Because three thousand years from now, the Dao Ancestor's Classroom at Zixiao Palace will begin!
Fortunately, they are only one opportunity away from becoming Great Immortals.
They should have been able to break through their cultivation level before Hongjun began his sermon.
Afterwards, Ling Xiao gave them some precious resources and sent them into seclusion to cultivate.
Although these two brothers sometimes acted silly, they still knew how to work hard. When they left, they patted their chests and promised that they would definitely practice diligently.
"I'm not bad either. I became a Hunyuan Golden Immortal and achieved what I have today entirely through my own efforts."
Ling Xiao, sitting alone atop the purple-gold steps, couldn't help but sigh, his tone filled with determination and his expression one of inspiration.
He was planning what to do next.
First, the twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch's heart blood need to be refined.
Secondly, with so many magical treasures that one cannot use them all, one should seek out high-quality ones and refine some.
The rest will be left for the future when the sect establishes its own school, recruits disciples from the Western Sect, and bestows upon its disciples and grand-disciples.
As for the materials for alchemy and weapon crafting, they can only be temporarily stored in the sea of consciousness, to be used later.
Then, Ling Xiao spent a year planting two innate spiritual roots in front of the Sumeru Palace.
Star tree, five-needle pine.
This Mount Sumeru is shrouded by the innate treasure, the Earth-Concealing Cauldron, making it difficult for anyone to set foot on this mountain without its permission.
"After the twelve drops of heart's blood are refined, I can't even imagine how terrifying my physical body will be."
Ling Xiao flew into the palace with anticipation, entered the secluded cultivation room, and sat cross-legged to refine the heart blood of the Ancestral Witch.
The current primordial timeline is the Great Age of Mythology, where a host of innate deities have emerged.
Those famous figures all had innate advantages, possessing both talent and strength.
Ling Xiao would not underestimate these people.
He must have enough resources to survive in the prehistoric world with overwhelming force and without restraint.
Leaving aside the distant future, let's just say that three thousand years later, when the many powerful figures in Zixiao Palace meet, conflicts will be inevitable.
Because wherever people are, there will be swords and shadows.
Therefore, strengthening one's own capabilities is always an urgent matter.
As Ling Xiao went into seclusion, time passed rapidly.
A hundred years have passed like flowing water.
During this period.
The beings of the primordial world learned that someone dared to impersonate the Sage Hongjun.
A mysterious person impersonated Hongjun and swindled most of the treasures from a group of well-known powerful beings. He is now at large.
This matter is earth-shattering!
The shock emanating from the words of countless beings swept across every corner of the primordial world like a giant wave.
"How...how is this possible? How much guts does he have?!"
"Who exactly is that mysterious person?"
"How dare this person have such audacity? It's absolutely terrifying!"
"We regard Hongjun Laozu as a saint, but he treats saints like monkeys..."
Immediately afterwards, Dao Ancestor Hongjun repeatedly deduced the identity of the mysterious person in Zixiao Palace, but ultimately his deductions yielded no results.
When a sage is enraged, millions will die!
Centered on Zixiao Palace, within a radius of hundreds of billions of kilometers, countless terrifying creatures in the chaos, including beings at the quasi-saint level, were all pulverized into dust by this murderous aura!
The blood of countless living beings gathered into enormous, turbid waves, which roared and thundered as they flowed into the primordial sky.
Seeing this scene and smelling the tragic and bloody atmosphere, all living beings began to tremble.
His divine might is like a prison, beyond comprehension!
Swish!
Hongjun appeared in the primordial world, his saintly aura instantly enveloping the entire world.
He had to find that person and personally grind him to ashes to quell the hatred in his heart.
Hongjun then began his search.
He began his journey in the North Sea, and then traveled to the Netherworld Blood Sea, Wuzhuang Temple, the Sun Star, the Moon Star...
Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun Mountain.
Years later, he personally went to search for all the famous places in the prehistoric world.
As a result, the mysterious person seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Finally, Hongjun arrived at the East Sea.
On the clear blue sea, he saw a fairy island shrouded in a hazy, ethereal light.
Unfortunately, this immortal island seems to have acquired an owner and has been placed under a primordial divine array.
On the surface, the fairy island was right in front of him, but when he tried to step onto it, the fairy island had moved to another place.
After several times.
Unable to overcome the great formation, Hongjun was filled with even more anger and resentment, so he had no choice but to return to Zixiao Palace.
As the saying goes, taking a step back opens up a vast expanse, while enduring for a moment only makes you angrier!
He closed his eyes and carefully considered the matter.
If you consider yourself the most intelligent person, how could you not find out who is behind the evil deeds?
"Rahu is not dead."
After a long while, Hongjun, who was sitting cross-legged on the platform, suddenly opened his eyes, and a series of bright and clear lights flashed.
His expression was as gloomy as rain, yet he sat upright in the bright light.
"Rahu is the reincarnation of the Destruction God. Besides, this fellow is cunning and has many burrows. I'm afraid that the annihilation of his true spirit back then was just an illusion."
"I should have thought of this sooner, because only he would dare to play tricks on me like this."
(End of this chapter)