Chapter 510: Straight to the Mahayana Stage, Heavenly Phoenix Nirvana Sutra

Just when the front line was panicked.

A sudden piece of news came, making everyone's hearts settle down.

A Great Cultivator came to the Broken Moon Immortal City.

A late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!

It is said to be the ancestor of the Joyous Sect!

This news made everyone's hearts excited.

The Joyous Ancestor was not a nameless person, having cultivated the Joyous Sect's inherited technique "Six Imperial Yin-Yang Transformation" for over a thousand years, and his strength had reached perfection.

It is said that many years ago, he was almost admitted to the Holy Land Mingyuan Sect and listed as a guest minister.

Although it failed later for some reason, it could be seen how strong the other party's strength was.

Such an existence appearing in the Howling Moon Mountain Range was simply like a needle in the sea, calming everyone's panicked mood.

It could be said that as long as no Soul Transformation-stage ancient demons appeared in the million-strong mountains, the Howling Moon Mountain Range that had been taken down would not have any major problems.

Of course!

There were also people who knew the inside story who made reasonable guesses.

The Joyous Ancestor, who had always been indifferent to world affairs, coming out of seclusion and coming to the front line to garrison, was eight or nine times out of ten to atone for his sins.

Everyone knew that this opening war, from the Broken Moon Immortal City to the Heaven-Drum Plain decisive battle, could be considered standard.

The trouble came from the tail end of attacking the Great Snow Mountain.

And attacking the Great Snow Mountain was led by True Person Cloud-Crane and his partner of the Joyous Sect.

Now that the sect members had committed a crime and provoked demon race powerhouses.

Regardless of how the Eastern Wasteland human race Soul Transformation Holy Land handled it, the Joyous Sect had to give an explanation.

After thinking through this section, the human immortal cultivators in the Howling Moon Mountain Range felt relieved.

The panic of the previous period disappeared, and various businesses began to be done in full swing again.

It was even said that because of the disappearance of a large number of Core Formation cultivators, there were more benefits left, attracting more people to compete, and bloody incidents occurred from time to time.

Originally, this situation should not have appeared.

But now the Falling Cloud Sect had no leader, and the Joyous Ancestor came but didn't show his face, appearing not to care about trivial matters, so people became more and more indulgent.

On Cangwu Mountain.

Two figures stood side by side, looking at the square below.

A man was manipulating true fire to burn the furnace to refine elixirs, with birds circling on all four sides, not making a sound, as if they were studying attentively.

The man's expression was a bit ugly, but his movements were incomparably familiar, not making a single mistake.

In front of the Day Sky Hall.

Youquan flapped his wings, wanting to land on the green-shirted woman.

The two were extremely close, but there seemed to be a membrane, and he couldn't fly over no matter what.

Youquan made a harsh voice: "Xiao Qing, just let me stand for a while; flying all the time is so tiring."

Qing Shuang seemed not to hear, her bright eyes looking below, but it seemed there was no focus.

Youquan cawed twice, a black cloud landed under his feet, and then he said to himself:

"Those human cultivators really don't take our warnings seriously! Five great Nascent Soul True Persons were lost to your killing and capturing, yet they are still active in the Howling Moon Mountain Range; are they not afraid of Emperor Tian making trouble?"

Qing Shuang's expression moved slightly, then she said indifferently: "Don't you often say that human cultivators have always been arrogant?"

They have always been arrogant!

Every opening war is claimed to have both risks and benefits.

But every time, countless people join, rising and falling, never stopping.

Why is this?

It's just because immortal cultivators habitually think that there are more benefits, and the risks are just so-so!

Subconsciously, the Eastern Wasteland immortal cultivators, who have won repeatedly, have never taken the demon race in the million-strong mountains seriously.

Youquan curled his lips, glancing at the Du Zhen Hall he was temporarily in charge of.

"If I were to say, killing is killing; why did you bring these people back?"

Qing Shuang said in a low voice: "Sister said that she and Emperor Tian are not on the same path. I have helped Emperor Tian take action once for sister, so there is no need to offend the human race to death. Keeping this batch of people is for future development. If they really talk it out, then we hand these people over, and we won't offend the human race side."

Youquan was stunned.

"Xiao Qing, I didn't expect you to understand these twists and turns?"

Qing Shuang bit her lip: "I read more books, so I naturally understand the ways of the world."

Youquan laughed: "Then have you ever thought about what would happen if they couldn't talk it out?"

Qing Shuang frowned, and for a moment, she was in a dilemma.

After pondering for a moment, she hesitated and said: "Kill them?"

"I'm afraid, by then, it would be too late!"

"Uh..."

"Don't worry, I have already contacted the Eastern Wasteland Demon Court founded by Emperor Tian, and asked them to come and take the people away. By then, whether it is war or peace, it has nothing to do with our Cangwu Mountain." Youquan said, and at the same time, his face became serious. "Xiao Qing, remember, sometimes the things you see in books are just the most superficial; those principles need to be practiced personally to be understood."

Personal practice?

A trace of difficulty appeared on the woman's delicate cheeks.

Seeing her troubled and distressed, Youquan smiled again and persuaded: "Forget it, forget it. I know you hate these things the most and only want to focus on cultivation to advance to the Soul Transformation stage early. Don't worry about these things in the future; just leave them to me."

Hearing this, a look of relief finally appeared on Qingshuang's face.

She whispered: "It should be so; this is also my sister's hope for me, and I cannot let her down."

"Hmm, keep it up! I believe you will definitely be able to do it. You have practiced the most orthodox demon cultivation method since childhood and reached the late Nascent Soul stage in only two hundred years. If anyone in the Shanhai Realm is most likely to naturally transform into a god and ascend in this era, it is only you, Qingshuang!"

Facing the words of encouragement, the woman rarely showed a slight smile.

But she did not notice the trace of irritability in Youquan's eyes.

Suddenly.

Qingshuang looked at the back of the alchemy-practicing man down the mountain and said abruptly: "What you value should not just be his alchemy skills, right!"

"What do you mean? Di Liu Jiang is of great help to me in cultivating the forces of Mount Cangwu; this alone is enough for me to value him."

"Youquan, is it really like that?" Qingshuang asked suspiciously.

Youquan laughed: "Alright, I still can't hide it from you, with your clear and transparent mind! You should pay close attention to the flames Luo Chen uses when practicing alchemy!"

Qingshuang looked over curiously.

Slowly, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Nirvana Holy Fire?"

"Correct, and also incorrect!"

Youquan said smugly: "In the world, only the Yuanjun can master the Nirvana Holy Fire; how could a mere Jin Dan cultivator master it? However, you didn't see it wrong; the withered-prosperous fire Luo Chen masters has the prototype of the Nirvana Holy Fire and possesses the mystery of life and death transformation."

Qingshuang asked in surprise: "Is this the reason why you specially treat him favorably?"

"That is part of the reason!" Youquan lowered his voice and made a strange sound: "Besides, this child is indeed extraordinary. With a five-element spirit root, he formed a core in less than a hundred years; his heart is firm and outstanding, and his fortune is deep. If he hadn't met you, he would surely have been the most outstanding genius among the human race in the future!"

"Now, I have him under my control, which both increases our strength and makes Mount Cangwu grow and develop, while weakening the human race's strength; such a thing of killing two birds with one stone, why shouldn't I be happy to do it?"

"Most importantly, Di Liu Jiang is not important; the Transformation Pill is the key to the rise of our Mount Cangwu!"

The mountain wind blew, causing the green shirt to flutter.

Qingshuang was thoughtful.

After watching Luo Chen practice alchemy for a while longer, she said casually: "But it is very obvious that his use of that withered-prosperous fire is still at the most superficial level; I'm afraid he won't be able to refine the Transformation Pill for you."

"I didn't expect Xiao Qing, who only understands body refining and the way of space, to also know so much about fire methods!"

Youquan laughed.

"You don't have to worry, this is a small matter!"

"I have my own way to make him proficient in mastering the withered-prosperous fire and refine the Transformation Pill for me!"

On the platform on the mountainside.

Luo Chen was refining Di Liu Jiang with an ugly expression.

In one month, with He Qingzi's help, he finally gathered a batch of materials for Di Liu Jiang.

After he personally refined them, they reached the basic conditions for refining.

If it were just this, it would be fine.

Alchemy, it was his old profession.

But unexpectedly, Youquan issued an order.

He must personally preside over the alchemy under the gaze of everyone, and if any birds or feathers wanted to learn, he had to personally answer their questions.

What did this mean?

It meant making him the teacher of these demon beasts!

It meant teaching his alchemy skills without reservation.

Luo Chen could not refuse; the other party did not soul-search him and let him go, and also provided him with a third-tier top-grade cave dwelling that could increase his cultivation speed ninefold; under these circumstances, he could not refuse by using the so-called habits of an alchemist.

Proving his will with death or something was not something Luo Chen could do.

It was just that the thought of refining alchemy for demon beasts turning into teaching human alchemy skills—the gap between the two was too big!

"If the cultivators find out, I'm afraid my identity as a human traitor will be inescapable."

Luo Chen smiled bitterly in his heart.

But his hands did not slow down at all; with a roll of his large sleeves, the lid of the incomplete Minister Cauldron was lifted, and strands of golden liquid surged into the sky.

As his spiritual power circulated, they automatically flowed into the prepared jade bottles one by one.

This scene was just like the sun producing essence and the bright moon falling, dazzling and brilliant.

Chirp, chirp...

By his ears came the chirping of birds.

Luo Chen, who already understood a little bird language, could hear that it was the first to third-tier demon birds of Mount Cangwu praising him from the bottom of their hearts for being amazing.

But this praise was so harsh.

If he had a choice, Luo Chen would rather not have it.

Because of Haoran Zi's departure, everyone's heart felt as if a large stone had been pressed on it.

They didn't know what Haoran Zi would face next.

And they didn't know if, after Haoran Zi, it would be their turn.

An hour later.

The silence was broken.

Footsteps came again.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

In the darkness, the woman was carrying an unconscious person in one hand and a green lamp in the other.

When she reached the original small dark room.

Clang!

Thump!

He Qingzi didn't say anything, and after locking the person up, she left directly.

After she left, the suppressed atmosphere finally relaxed.

Everyone looked at the unconscious existence.

"Haoran Zi!"

"Fellow Daoist, wake up!"

"What happened? Tell us quickly!"

There was no response; Haoran Zi lay paralyzed in the black prison as if dead.

But everyone knew he wasn't dead, and rich vitality was still emanating from him.

And being able to make a Core Formation cultivator so weak, and even unconscious, must be a heavy injury to the soul!

For a time, everyone looked at each other.

Suddenly, from the prison opposite Haoran Zi, came a bitter smile.

"It won't be me next, right!"

It was Wei Wuya, and also the existence with the second-highest realm among the people present after Haoran Zi.

Everyone comforted him quickly.

But those comforting words sounded somewhat hypocritical no matter how they were heard.

Wei Wuya was anxious in his heart, only hoping that time would pass more slowly.

The slower, the better!

He was a famous powerhouse of Motian Cliff, and even more the existence most likely to advance to Nascent Soul, so Motian Cliff would definitely not give up on him.

As long as it dragged on long enough, maybe the sect would send someone to save him.

Even if Motian Cliff's strength was insufficient, there were other Core Formation cultivators from Nascent Soul sects imprisoned here.

Usually, it looked like there were many Core Formation cultivators, but that was just an illusion of many forces gathering together; the number of Core Formation cultivators in any Nascent Soul sect was limited, and no one would be willing to let a Core Formation Master fall without any value.

At the very least, the nine great Nascent Soul superior sects presiding over this battle would not sit idly by!

Above the nine sects, there was the Holy Land Mingyuan Sect sitting in the Eastern Wasteland, and they would definitely not be indifferent either.

"Time, go slower!"

It's a pity that Heaven couldn't hear Wei Wuya's inner cry.

The next morning, the familiar footsteps appeared in the dungeon corridor again.

He Qingzi appeared again.

Just as everyone expected, she took Wei Wuya away.

An hour later, she carried him back like a dead pig.

Still unconscious, still not knowing what had happened.

Everyone else finally became panicked.

Especially the remaining four late-stage Core Formation cultivators, who couldn't even maintain their composure, with a touch of panic on their faces.

At their realm, getting injured in battle actually wasn't a big problem.

But if the soul was injured, then advancing to Nascent Soul in the future would be completely hopeless.

Clearly, whether it was Haoran Zi or Wei Wuya, their current state was a manifestation of having suffered a huge injury to the soul.

On the third day, the Supreme Elder of the Dream Spring Cave was taken away.

Because of this scene, Yu Jiaolong, who was in the back, couldn't help but shout, constantly asking why people were being taken away.

But He Qingzi ignored her completely.

She was like the warden of this prison, managing nothing, faithfully executing the task of interrogation and imprisonment.

The only good news was perhaps that in the evening, Haoran Zi finally woke up.

Facing the urgent questions of the crowd, his expression was somewhat dazed, his face full of confusion.

After a long while, Haoran Zi covered his head and said in a low voice: "I was soul-searched."

Once this was said, everyone's expressions changed!