Chapter 784: Just Sat Down at the Ice Well Terrace, Immediately Encountered Jade Capital Mountain

"What is this?"

The Blood Sea Fu Fu Lao Mo looked at the bronze divine pillars around him and suddenly felt a chill.

They had all seen the Primordial Heavenly Dragons that had revived in the Ancient Longcheng just now. Any one of them was more powerful than Ao Guangfa, but beneath these bronze pillars, they had all been strangled.

A high monk and Bodhisattva like Master Zhutanmo, who had seen the world, could not help but be moved.

"It might be a seal left by the Western Queen Mother's Kingdom!" Yan Shu said seriously, prevaricating: "With the foundation of such Primordial remnants, it is natural that they would not fare well when disturbed by the Ancient Longcheng!"

Ling Gong flew out of the divine palace, scanned the direction in which the Dragon Race had fled with a gloomy face, and could not help but sigh.

"Just the means left behind were enough to make the Dragon Race return with bloodied teeth. I wonder how the Immortal Qin destroyed the Western Queen Mother's Kingdom."

"Bronze..."

The Fu Fu Lao Mo pondered: "Speaking of which, there has always been a legend in the Western Queen Mother's Kingdom. It is said that the Kunlun Mirror, known as the number one divine wonder among spirit treasures, is hidden in this country. When Immortal Qin destroyed the Western Queen Mother's Kingdom, it was because of internal strife and someone guiding them. And their goal was mostly for that spirit treasure!"

"Kunlun Mirror!" The True Transmission of Penglai's expression changed slightly.

This time, even Xu Daofu could not stay steady.

He examined these bronze divine pillars. Perhaps because the scene of the bronze divine pillars stabbing those Primordial Dragon Souls to death earlier was too explosive, he did not dare to approach, but the mysterious and taboo aura of the bronze made him feel deeply.

"You mean, these bronze divine pillars are part of the Kunlun Mirror's seal?"

"It is rumored that the greatest divine wonder of this mirror is that it can move time and space at will and travel through worlds..."

Mentioning the Kunlun Mirror, there was no Daoist disciple who did not have a thousand things to say.

Among the personal spirit treasures of many great figures of the previous generation, the fame of the Kunlun Mirror was not necessarily number one, but it was in the top three. It was very different from spirit treasures like the Dao Dust Pearl, which were not famous and unknown to anyone except the related Daoist lineage.

Among these orthodox Daoist cultivators, who had not fantasized about the Kunlun Mirror falling into their hands when they were young?

With this mirror in hand, it was not only equivalent to immortality, but it also had the divine wonder of moving time and space. The minimum achievement was a Primordial Spirit, and even if one only certified a Primordial Spirit True Immortal, everyone felt it was a great mismatch.

In the crowd, several low-key rogue cultivators looked at each other.

The cultivators of the Earth Immortal Realm were truly terrifying. They had originally thought the others were country bumpkins, but they did not expect Primordial Spirit True Immortals to come in batches, and spirit treasures that were only heard of by name and never seen in the Samsara plot appeared one after another.

Heaven have mercy, they had seen Primordial Spirit True Immortals in other plot worlds, but those immortals could count having one magic treasure as the family foundation accumulated by their ancestors.

How could there be Primordial Spirits like those in the Earth Immortal Realm, who used spirit treasures as hammers to smash around everywhere?

Now, even the Ancient Longcheng—a spiritual treasure that can rank among the top of the Samsara Land exchange list—has appeared! It was only because they were low-key enough along the way after seeing the good and the bad, and managed to scrape together quite a few benefits, that they were still accidentally injured and half their people died. If they had been even slightly more reckless, they suspect they wouldn't even have been able to crawl out of a dog hole.

The True Transmissions of the Earth Immortal Realm really raised their hands and smashed people with great divine abilities!

Those young leaders of the First-Rank Golden Core generation were afraid they could kick Primordial Spirit old monsters like balls. As for those who stood out, such as Yan Shu, Ning Qingchen, Wang Longxiang, Xu Daofu, Lin Mingxiu, and Ling Gong, they were all at least at the Yin Spirit cultivation level, not inferior to the Yang Spirit True Persons who guarded the various sects.

Only at this moment did the Samsarans have a bit of confidence. After all, the Kunlun Mirror was hanging on the exchange list!

"It seems that although the Earth Immortal Realm is one of the heavens and has a deep foundation, the Samsara Land may not be inferior to it. After all, the Earth Immortal Realm has long declined, while the Samsara Land is even more mysterious and unpredictable. Spirit treasures like the Kunlun Mirror can be ranked in the top ten among all the heavens, but there is more than one such spirit treasure in the Samsara Land. It can be seen that in terms of achievement, the Samsara Land may not be inferior to the core disciples of these great Daoist lineages!"

Someone mentioned it in the team channel.

"That's right, they are still guessing where the Kunlun Mirror is! But they don't know that the Kunlun Mirror is already owned by the Lord of Samsara and is hung high on the exchange list. If we have that luck, gather that terrifying amount of morality, and complete the designated tasks, we can also be a Lord of Kunlun!"

Just at this moment, another roar came from above the underground palace, but it was an ancient high platform.

The Cao family Prince stood on the platform, his expression also slightly bad. The Ice Well Terrace, which had originally been connected with various pavilions and buildings, flying pavilions and heavy eaves, and carved beams and painted rafters, was mostly ruined, revealing its ancient and sturdy original appearance.

A Wang family cultivator beside Wang Longxiang could not help but cover his mouth and laugh, secretly looking back and saying: "In the past, Emperor Wu of Wei built the Three Terraces, among which the Bronze Bird Terrace was the most magnificent. Emperor Wu of Wei had several times held a spear and composed poems on the terrace, just because this terrace was half of the Cao family palace, and all the heavy treasure inheritances were hidden there. Later, because of the tomb change, the Bronze Bird sank into the water eye of the Zhang River. This most magnificent spirit treasure, which secretly hid various treasures of the country, had been lost."

"The seal hub of the Bronze Bird Terrace is the ancient spirit treasure Bronze Bird that suppresses the terrace, so it is the most tyrannical and the most convenient to drive."

"And this Ice Well Terrace, the power within it, relies entirely on the three ice rooms inside!"

"Originally, it was the place where the Three Terraces stored grain, spirit pills, military equipment, and various spirit objects. In the three ice rooms, the Nine Heavens Cold Evil Great Array, the Nether Ancient Penetrating Nether Great Array, and the Profound Nether Black Water Great Array opened up the three worlds of Nine Nethers, Profound Nether, and Nine Heavens Cold Evil, swallowing and spitting out infinite cold air. The main body of the terrace was built with mysterious ice that had not melted for hundreds of millions of years, so it was used to store spirit materials."

"I didn't expect that when the Three Terraces were lost, two were lost, and even the Golden Phoenix Terrace was gifted to a great power of the Buddhist sect during the restoration of the country, opening the Golden Terrace Pure Land, which is now the foundation of the Golden Terrace Temple."

"And his Cao Wei imperial family can only pick this simplest and most plain Ice Well Terrace to be their own sect-suppressing spirit treasure!"

"All the carved pavilions are all refined later!"

A Yu family disciple beside him covered his mouth and laughed: "This is still because Empress Dowager Tuoba has a good heart. If not for this, this Ice Well Terrace might not still be surnamed Cao today..."

The aristocratic families of the two countries were all from the same lineage and knew each other too well. At this time, the Cao Prince was short of breath for a moment, but the aristocratic family disciples of the Southern Jin saw it at a glance and specifically poked at this pain point.

The Cao Prince scanned them lightly, not looking at these Southern aristocratic families at all, just treating them like jumping clowns. Instead, he first made a palms-together salute to Master Zhutanmo and said: "I wondered who caused such a commotion, so it was the Bodhisattva here!"

"Was there a petty thief attacking? If there is anything we can help with, we will definitely not let the Bodhisattva suffer!"

Master Zhutanmo smiled bitterly, understanding that the Cao Prince had misunderstood that he had been fighting with other Primordial Spirits. Seeing that he and the others were left here, he thought that he had won, so he came up to sell a favor.

In fact, he had fought, but he had been beaten all the way, relying entirely on an Fu Fu Lao Mo who had cultivated an Immortal Demon Body to lead a group of young talents to turn the tables.

And eighty percent of the credit for turning the tables was due to the mysterious bronze divine pillars that had struck, and the other twenty percent, another eighty percent, was Yan Shu and the other person, whom he could not understand at all.

Instead, he, a genuine Primordial Spirit, had been hugging thighs all the way to the end!

Immediately, he honestly put his hands together and returned the salute: "Thank you, Prince, for your help, but the Dragon Race is tyrannical and sacrificed their town-race spirit treasure, the Ancient Longcheng, accidentally triggering the seal here, which is why they suffered a loss and reluctantly retreated. This old monk still relied on the good fortune of the fellow Daoists accompanying me to resolve this difficulty!"

How could the Cao Prince take his words seriously? The political situation in Northern Wei had been a struggle between Buddhism and Daoism for many years. The Daoist sect had been defeated and lost heavily from the upper level to the lower level, which he had seen in his eyes. It was said that a while ago, even the ancestral court of the Northern Taishang Dao—Mount Zhongnan Louguan Dao—had been destroyed by villains.

Therefore, although the Cao family still struggled to maintain the balance of valuing Daoism and respecting Buddhism, in reality, they all valued the Buddhist sect more, and even their own spirit treasure, the Golden Phoenix Terrace, had been sent out.

After everyone scattered outside the Ten Thousand Gods Cave before, he led the offering cultivators of Northern Wei to break in, which was also largely due to the care of the Nine-Layer Pagoda of the Vinaya Sect.

And here, except for the golden alms bowl in Master Zhutanmo's hand, there were no other spirit treasures...

The Cao Prince glanced at Ning Qingchen, who was flying out of the collapsed underground palace ruins with a broken iron rod, and only felt that the broken iron in her hand looked a bit familiar.

The Blood Sea Fu Fu Lao Mo had long since retracted his Prison-Suppressing Demon Dragon Elephant body. Although he had just cultivated an Immortal Demon Body, his skills on this path were all on the shell, which was very different from ordinary Primordial Spirit True Immortals.

At this time, his demon body was tattered, and he was not looked upon favorably by the Cao Prince.

Scanning the broken dragon scales all over the ground, the Cao Prince also secretly clicked his tongue.

The old monk Master Zhutanmo spoke of compassion and peace, but just looking at the countless dragon scales on the ground, one knew that at least four or five True Dragons had been skinned here, and some of the scales—looked quite like that Primordial Spirit Dragon King.

"Truly ruthless!"

The Cao Prince became more and more afraid to be negligent. The old monk spoke lightly, but in reality, his Zen heart was impermanent, and he often had the act of Vajra's angry eyes.

If he provoked this Buddhist great virtue and made him unhappy, it might be his Cao family's True Dragon that would be skinned!

As for the Dragon Race, his Cao family could not afford to provoke them. The True Dragons of the Hong Hong Sihai ruled over ten million miles of sea territory, and their vast territory far surpassed his Great Wei. The Primordial Spirit True Immortals suppressed within were even more numerous. The Hong Hong Sihai Dragon Kings were all Primordial Spirit True Immortals, and he did not know how many Dragon Kings were under their command. Anyway, they were countless times stronger than his Cao family's two or three big cats and small kittens.

This time breaking into the Return to Ruins, he did not know how strong the spirit treasures they brought were.

His Cao family had even moved the terrace where women and children lived!

The gap between them could be seen...

The Cao Prince therefore did not mention the Dragon Race, but enthusiastically greeted: "It is not easy for the Bodhisattva to protect so many juniors. My Ice Well Terrace is vast, why not invite all the talents to come up to the terrace and have a banquet with my Cao family disciples and a group of offerings?"

"Come, everyone, please take your seats!"

Yan Shu thought slightly, then got up and climbed the terrace, and Ning Qingchen's sword light also rolled and landed on the side.

Other Daoist, Buddhist, Demon, and miscellaneous families, seeing these two leaders, called friends and companions and climbed onto this terrace.

Although the Cao family had declined for many years, its foundation was still not comparable to ordinary aristocratic families. Suddenly, five or six cloud towers rose, all with seals above forty layers, covering the bare Ice Well Terrace, letting everyone take their seats.

The Cao Prince had a good eye. He saw that everyone was looking at Yan Shu and Ning Qingchen, so he knew that among everyone this time, these two were vaguely the leaders.

He personally poured wine and stepped forward, smiling and asking: "I wonder what the background of the little friend is, and if there is a good match?"

His words had a humorous meaning. With the dignity of a Primordial Spirit, it both seemed close and did not lack follow-up words. No matter how Yan Shu answered, this Prince could pick up the conversation. As long as Yan Shu opened his mouth with a 'none', he was afraid that a Cao family daughter would be sent over.

Glancing at the smiling expression of his junior sister beside him, Yan Shu shook his head and said: "Yan is a disciple of Shaoqing, a proper cultivator who has left the world, and has no such intention! Please forgive me, Prince!"

"Hahaha... then what about this little friend?" The Cao Prince turned to Ning Qingchen and said: "My Cao family disciples are mostly talented..."

An old woman from Guanghan Palace smiled gloomily in his ear: "That is my Guanghan Feng Xianzi! If the Prince has the heart to seek... hehe... I am afraid your Northern Wei cannot afford it!"

She did not say the Cao family, but Northern Wei, clearly not putting a Cao family in her eyes at all.

And the Cao Prince only heard the four words 'Guanghan Feng Xianzi', and his face changed in fright. He quickly waved his hands and shook his head, laughing and saying: "Hahaha... this king has no such intention, no such intention! Young people are dedicated to the Dao, very good, very good..."

"Oh my! This king actually forgot little friend Wang. Peace has elephants, great tribulation True Dragon. Now True Dragon meets fake dragon, killing until not a piece of armor remains!"

"My Cao family heir is as famous as you, Northern Cao and Southern Wang. It is really a pity that we haven't met!"

The Cao Prince skillfully turned around and headed toward Wang Longxiang.

Wang Longxiang, who was dedicated to studying the sword path, suddenly faced such enthusiasm and also took the attitude of a sword decision, responding in a board-like manner, both avoiding the Cao Prince's solicitation and not losing the decency of an aristocratic family.

This cloud tower on the Ice Well Terrace had a total of nine layers, and more than a hundred people shuttling through each layer did not feel crowded.

The eight corners of the cloud tower each suppressed a beast, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, with fragrant scents. The building pillars were made of thousand-year spirit wood, and the cabinet windows were inlaid with fine water glaze. Those coming and going were all shell-girl dharma spirits, walking out of pearls blooming with clear radiance on the ceiling, carrying exquisite delicacies and sweet wine and food, sending them to the tables of disciples of various sects one after another.

Even at Master Zhutanmo's place, there were heavenly maidens walking out from behind the screen, offering vegetarian food.

Just looking at the spirit materials used, I am afraid that even proper Daoist spirit pills are not so luxurious...

But the disciples of Doushu Palace, such as Ling Gong, all treated it indifferently. Not to mention the True Transmissions of the Demon Sect, who had refined countless Yin demons and heart demons to seduce people with such luxury, nor the Shaoqing and Shenxiao disciples whose Dao hearts were firm, even the True Transmissions of the Buddhist sect were all people who could pick up and put down. And the aristocratic family disciples of Southern Jin were simply raised like this.

Therefore, except for Ning Qingchen who was a bit uncomfortable, no one else cared.

It was just that the spirit pills that Doushu Palace had smashed out earlier to stimulate the red divine palace did not know how many times they topped this scene.

When the Ice Well Terrace flew out of the underground palace, disciples of various sects stood up unconsciously and looked outside the building—there, a towering giant tree rose like a group of mountains, blocking most of their sight.

On one side, it was crystal clear and moist, like jade and clouds, with branches and leaves in nine colors, like the fortune of a heavenly wood divine plant.

On the other side, it was a dead and absolute wood, the bark exposed, cracked like dry earth, cyan-black like scorched earth, with absolutely no vitality.

Between this withered and prosperous state, Master Zhutanmo could not help but put his palms together and praise the Buddha's name.

"Immortal Divine Tree!"

Xu Daofu could not help but lose his composure and say: "In this world, I am afraid that only here is there an immortal medicine alive! Other than this, it is the Heavenly Realm..."

"The Heavenly Realm no longer has such divine medicine!"

In the distance, Jade Capital Mountain suddenly crashed through the void and descended beside the Ice Well Terrace. Yu Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back at the summit of Yushan, staring at this magnificent and spectacular Immortal Divine Medicine, and could not help but sigh: "In the world, I am afraid that only here is there one immortal divine medicine, and the Wood Zangshan Laozu of Shaoqing counts as half. As for the Heavenly Realm, they are all ageless gods, why would they need any immortal medicine? Even the Flat Peach Spirit Root of the Heavenly Court has not been bestowed for a long time!"

After saying this, he looked down at the crowd, scanned them one by one, and his expression suddenly changed. He asked: "Everyone, where is my son?"

Ning Qingchen quietly tucked the Mountain-Driving Whip into her sleeve. It was not that she was afraid of causing trouble, but she was afraid that Yu Changsheng would not know life or death and make a scene here.

Such a good Immortal Divine Tree, it could not reveal its man-eating true face in broad daylight!

It was bad for the junior brother's reputation...

The True Transmissions of many Daoist lineages could only keep their mouths shut. It was not that Yu Changsheng's power was not enough, but that his ancestors had all been bitten to death by dogs!

The matter here was too big, and no one dared to provoke it...

Master Zhutanmo quickly walked out, holding the golden alms bowl, which was filled with vegetarian food, clearly having just eaten halfway.

Another Blood Sea Fu Fu Lao Mo also poked his head out, his mouth full of oil, ungracefully tearing at a roasted spirit crane leg.

Looking at Yu Changsheng, who was like an immortal in the sky, Master Zhutanmo had not yet smoothed things over when the Fu Fu Lao Mo grinned and said: "That little thing of yours, his skills are not good, but his heart is quite big!"

"Relying on having a Heavenly Mansion True Talisman, he was arrogant and provoked the terrifying taboo in the Ten Thousand Gods Cave..."

"Hee hee, don't talk about him! Even your ancestors were bitten to death by dogs!"

"What?"

Yu Changsheng's face changed, and the old man of the Yu family behind him was so angry that his hair and beard were all standing up.

An old man took a step on Yushan and shouted: "Demon, your mouth is smelly. Do you know who you have offended?"

"Forget it! Who here doesn't know that your Yu family's backer is the Weiling Divine King!"

The Fu Fu Lao Mo grinned and said: "He was bitten to death alive by the remnant soul of the Heavenly Dog Great Sage right under our noses."

"Tsk tsk! This is the first time I've seen a great figure of the Heavenly Realm so helpless! After going back, the Heavenly Rules are strict and he can't vent, so he's holding back fire! You guys should think about how to explain it to the Zangshan Laozu!"

Yu Changsheng's face really changed this time.

The Fu Fu Lao Mo saw his face turn into a pig's liver in an instant, and then instantly return to jade color. The speed of changing his face made people click their tongues in wonder.

Compared to this, the group of old men beside him could not hold back even more.

'Like mourning for parents' was their true portrayal.

Yu Changsheng's eyebrows twitched several times before he forcibly suppressed the monstrous waves in his heart. Enduring the terror, he forcibly calmed down and said: "Even if my son provoked the taboo in the Ten Thousand Gods Cave, even if my ancestor cared, it would be difficult to save him!"

"But where is the Mountain-Driving Whip he carried?"

"I sensed earlier that someone had cut off the brand I left in it!"

The dignity of the Primordial Spirit was piercing, and wherever it went, it gave the many disciples and juniors great psychological pressure, and they all lowered their heads one after another.

The Fu Fu Lao Mo, who was used to being a demon, had a very strong psychological quality and said lightly: "Who knows? Maybe it was carried away by a dog?"

Yu Changsheng locked his gaze on the Fu Fu Lao Mo and said coldly: "Are you determined to make things difficult for my Yu family with these words?"

At this time, the Cao Prince on the side was already secretly shocked. A dignified Primordial Spirit True Immortal, his heart was tightly lifted. He suddenly remembered where he had seen the broken iron rod in Ning Qingchen's hand!

It was exactly in the hands of Yu Changsheng's own son.

That iron rod was the Immortal Qin spirit treasure, the Mountain-Driving Whip...

At this moment, he only prayed in his heart that the two sides would not fight on his Ice Well Terrace. Otherwise, his attempt to play both sides, ask fellow Daoists for a good relationship, and preserve his Cao family's country would likely be buried for the most part!

"Guanghan Feng Xianzi, the eternal love tribulation is indeed terrifying!"

"I just stepped forward to ask a question and encountered such danger. If I stayed a while longer, I am afraid my Cao family would perish!"

The Cao Prince was fortunate and secretly annoyed.

If he had known there was a Guanghan Feng Xianzi, how would he have dared to provoke these people... Even if he risked offending the Bodhisattva of Yuezhi, he would have run far away. ===== CHAPTER 785 =====