Chapter 822: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 822 The Power of Creation!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing opened his eyes, a complex expression in his gaze.

The Nine-Headed Insect's target now was undoubtedly the Nine-headed Centipede Banyan Core, attempting to forcibly open the Mayfly Sacrifice, then break through its realm or achieve some kind of transformation.

If left alone, once it succeeded, not only would its strength skyrocket, but it would become even harder to deal with in the future.

Now, only two paths lay before Xu Zhangqing.

First, take the initiative to attack.

Summon his avatars to merge, relying on the peak combat power of an Extreme Grade Nascent Soul to rush into Qiong Valley and slay it before the Nine-Headed Insect found the banyan heart.

Though this plan was risky, it could resolve everything once and for all, thoroughly eradicating the hidden danger.

But the drawback was glaringly obvious: the two great avatars were far away in the Immortal Falling Abyss of the Central Region, taking care of Xu Ping'an, and even at the fastest speed, they would need several days to return.

During this time, no one could predict what progress the Nine-Headed Insect would make.

Second, report to the Immortal Sect.

Contact the sect high level and request to station in the Rotten Moss Plain.

But Xu Zhangqing knew clearly in his heart that this hope was slim.

The Immortal Sect always acted with profit first; Lingqu Sect was merely a subordinate sect under the Immortal Sect, and the Nine-Headed Insect was currently only active in Qiong Valley, having neither infringed upon the Immortal Sect nor harmed its core interests.

The high level might not be willing to expend manpower and resources for a potential threat to a subordinate sect.

Unless the Nine-Headed Insect truly stirred up war and posed a substantial threat to the Immortal Sect, seeking aid would almost certainly be like casting a stone into the sea.

Xu Zhangqing paced back and forth, weighing the options repeatedly in his heart.

Merging to attack required waiting, but it could firmly grasp the initiative, without needing to look at anyone's face.

Reporting to the Immortal Sect seemed safe, but it would be subject to the high level's decisions, delaying the timing.

After pondering for a long while, a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Rather than pinning hopes on others, it's better to settle this matter with my own strength."

But even after making up his mind, the vacuum period before his avatars arrived still made him feel like a thorn was in his back.

He absolutely could not sit by and watch the Nine-Headed Insect search for the banyan heart; he must find a way to restrain it and buy time for his avatars to arrive.

"First report to the Immortal Sect, do my best, and leave it to fate."

"If the high level has no intention of acting, then I can only find another way."

"For now, this is the best method!"

Xu Zhangqing raised his hand and summoned a palm-sized Si Geng Token; with it, he could directly contact the Immortal Sect high level across a thousand li.

He did not hesitate, decisively infusing a wisp of magic power to activate the token.

Green light shimmered and flickered on the surface; after several breaths, the connection was finally successful.

Great Elder Xuan Yan's voice sounded: "Peak Master Xu, what is the matter?"

Xu Zhangqing bowed in salute, then detailed the Rotten Moss Plain, the Nine-headed Centipede Banyan, Qiong Valley, the Mayfly Sacrifice, and the Nine-Headed Insect one by one, finally saying in a deep voice: "Great Elder, if the Nine-Headed Insect uses the power of the banyan heart to forcibly open the ritual, once successful, it will surely become a great calamity in the future."

Xuan Yan, upon hearing this, fell silent for a moment before slowly opening his mouth: "I already know of the matters you described.

But the Nine-Headed Insect is only active in Qiong Valley, has not caused substantial damage to the Immortal Sect, and moreover, the Eastern Region Edge is very far from the Immortal Sect's heartland..."

Xu Zhangqing wanted to persuade further: "But..."

"I understand your concerns."

Xuan Yan actively interrupted, then continued: "If the Nine-Headed Insect steps out of Qiong Valley and infringes upon Immortal Sect territory, naturally someone will act.

But before that, not a single soldier will be sent from this side."

As the voice fell, the green light on the Si Geng Token also dimmed accordingly.

Xu Zhangqing held the cold token in his right hand, his heart very calm.

For the result, he had long expected it.

In the Immortal Sect, he was the Acting Peak Master of Qingmu Peak and the Spirit Field Si Geng.

But outside, he was merely a Great Elder of Lingqu Sect.

A mere Lingqu Sect was not enough to make the Immortal Sect act; this was obvious.

The Immortal Sect's indifference was both within expectation and within reason.

Xu Zhangqing took a deep breath: "Since it is so, I can only rely on myself."

He raised his head to look toward the direction of the Rotten Moss Plain, a cold intent gradually thickening in his eyes.

His avatars still needed time to arrive, so he could not sit and await death.

Rather than passively waiting, it was better to actively probe and forcibly create trouble for the Nine-Headed Insect.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhangqing's figure moved and he leaped to the highest point of Lingqu Sect.

He raised his hand to summon a wutong leaf, letting the leaf float suspended in his palm.

Next, Xu Zhangqing's Withering and Flourishing Dao Rhyme circulated around him, and a Dharma Aspect appeared.

Human face, bird body, with two pairs of wings growing on its back.

The Left Wing bloomed with brilliant spring flowers, petals drifting down in the wind, full of vitality.

The Right Wing was clustered with lush summer leaves, spiritual energy flowing between the veins, greenery flourishing.

He stepped on an Azure Dragon Phantom; the Azure Dragon's scales and claws were clearly visible, with twenty-four dazzling light rings swirling around his body.

The light rings corresponded respectively to the Twenty-Four Solar Terms, each ring emitting a unique Regular fluctuation.

The Dharma Aspect held a wooden branch brush with a thousand-year spirit branch as the shaft and unique species beast hair as the tip; as the brush tip flowed, Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi gathered.

Xu Zhangqing looked at his Dharma Aspect and sighed, "This is the first time I've ever used the Creation God!"

Such a Dharma Aspect contains vast life force and Creation Power, capable of drawing upon the power of heaven, earth, and the solar terms to reverse the universe, nourish all things, or strip away vitality and turn it into withered silence.

He had never used it before; today, to restrain the Nine-Headed Centipede, he could only use it once.

Xu Zhangqing sank his mind, merging his consciousness entirely with his Dharma Aspect, then held the Creation Brush and lightly touched the parasol leaf, injecting a thread of pure Creation Law Power into it.

The leaf instantly swelled to the size of a palm fan, surrounded by a glossy green light mixed with the rules of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms, appearing profoundly mysterious.

"Go!"

Xu Zhangqing gave a soft shout, and the parasol leaf transformed into a streak of green light, breaking free from his palm's restraint, instantly piercing the horizon, and racing toward the Rotten Moss Plain at extreme speed across ten thousand li.

At this moment, the Rotten Moss Plain was still deathly silent, moss covering the ground, and a pungent smell of decay permeating the air.

Suddenly, a streak of green light slashed across the horizon, breaking the atmosphere here, and then precisely landed on the trunk of the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan.

The Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan was already in a state of slumber and had no time to react at all.

As the light faded, a vast life force erupted from the leaf, spreading like a tide.

The rotten moss originally covering the earth, under the washing of the life force, quickly shed its strange color, turned into ordinary brown moss, then began to wither and melt away, revealing the solid ground below.

The pungent stench of decay in the air was replaced by the fresh scent of grass and trees.

The originally pervasive Yin Evil miasma quickly dissipated like ice and snow meeting fire, replaced by rich Wood Spirit Qi.

Beneath the moss, the rotten water began to boil, not boiled by high temperature, but forcibly purified by life force.

The remains in the rotten water gradually decomposed, turning into nutrients to nourish the land.

As time passed, the originally turbid and foul rotten water gradually became clear and sweet, gathering into streams according to the terrain.

On both banks of the streams, weeds breaking through the soil grew rapidly, tender shoots reaching human height in an instant, and for a time the plants were lush and verdant!