Chapter 910: Secret History of the True Realm, Xuanzhen Sect Leader

Qian Chen opened his eyes suddenly and scanned his surroundings, discovering that he was surrounded by curtains, and behind him were three statues of gods.

One in the middle held a bright pearl, with eyes containing the sun and moon; the one on the left had a three-legged giant tripod in front of it, with a blurred face and a human body with a snake tail; the last one was holding a bronze treasure mirror, with a tiger tail and a majestic face.

Just looking at the pearl, the giant tripod, and the treasure mirror, one knew that this was a temple worshiping the Three Creations.

"This is the Eastern Continent?"

After Qian Chen fell into the True Realm, he followed his instinctual summons and came here. He didn't expect to return to the common Three Saints Temple in the Eastern Continent.

"According to Western occultism, I should have come to 'Secret History'—the so-called secret history is a historical branch that has developed to destruction because of too much mystery and spirituality, that is, a world line that has sunk into destruction!"

"I wonder which piece of destroyed history this is?"

Qian Chen looked at himself in the bronze mirror and found that this body was at least 80% similar to his original self, wearing a Daoist robe, looking like he was in his twenties, which could be considered catching the tail of youth.

He touched the short beard on his chin and sank into the memories of this body.

After a while, he raised his head and understood: "So it's the great-grandfather of that Li Er, the 29th generation Sect Leader of the Xuanzhen Sect, the one who brought the 'Secret Scripture of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun' into the sect!"

"Then isn't this the end of the Fourth Era?"

Qian Chen touched the beard on his chin and pondered: "Could it be that eras are divided according to secret history? Every time the world is destroyed once, a layer of secret history is differentiated? The present world is also considered to have passed an era!"

"Anyway, according to the laws I set when I created the True Realm, the history that sinks into this realm must be greatly wrong."

"Only when the mystery content exceeds the standard, and the spirituality and laws carried by the entire present world reach a limit—enough to cast a Dao Fruit prototype, will it sink into the True Realm and be forced to accept the tempering of the destruction Dao Fruit."

"So, this layer of secret history must be much more dangerous than the present world!"

"The laws of a Dao Fruit prototype need at least seven Ascended ones of the same path to piece together!"

"And every Ascended one needs seven Immortals as sacrifices. In this way, dividing round by round, it takes seven to the seventh power—about 800,000 transcendentals at the spirit medium level to nurture a Dao Fruit. And for the same path, among about a dozen paths, only one can truly have the potential to nurture a Dao Fruit."

"So this era, which path nurtured the Dao Fruit prototype?"

Qian Chen calculated the paths he knew so far...

The Dao Fruit nurtured in the Second Era was very clear.

Because the Second Era started with the birth of the Savior, it must be the Savior's Dao Fruit—the Faith Path.

The Dao Fruit of the Third Era was likely the one of the Original Sin path.

After all, the Original Sin Sect was born in the Third Era, which was also an era when dark creatures established the Dark Holy See and their power surpassed the Holy Church. The struggle between humans and dark creatures ran through the beginning and end of that era!

Now it is the Fourth Era.

The history of the First Era is a mystery, possibly a Dao Fruit born in the Eastern Continent.

The Second and Third Eras are the two Dao Fruits of Faith and Original Sin. The Fourth Era—considering that the end of the Fourth Era was two world wars, this Dao Fruit might have been born in the conflict between the East and the West.

In the future Fifth Era, the Color Lamp Path appears in the world, and there is the Mirror Ascension secret ritual to guide ascension.

It is a conspiracy that Qian Chen personally entered to stir up, causing the Dao Fruit to be born ahead of schedule.

But the Color Lamp Path is a great supplement to the Savior's Dao Fruit, and it is also the bait Qian Chen used to fish. So this Dao Fruit may not necessarily be nurtured successfully. It is very likely to fish up a Savior.

The Blood Moon secret ritual is a terrifying disaster that can end that era with ten out of ten certainty.

Because the Blood Moon secret ritual is out.

Next Mid-Autumn Festival, the spirit world and the True Realm will inevitably use the present world as a mirror and overlap on it. All laws will return to the present world, forcibly pushing it to nurture a Dao Fruit.

At that time, not only will the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable's Great Dao appear, but other Dao Fruits that have been pieced together into prototypes will also have a great opportunity to perfect themselves...

The Blood Moon secret ritual was originally designed by Qian Chen to forcibly open the battle of the Great Dao, equivalent to the poison circle of the Dao Fruit chicken-eating competition in this world.

The Fifth Era will be the shortest era!

The two rows of dim lights on both sides burned a type of lamp oil with fragrance, making the light of the oil lamps slightly restrained, just like a pure black flame wrapped in a gold rim. Dozens of white lanterns overhead were all burning with the same candle flame, and a talisman was drawn with cinnabar on the outside, writing two big characters—Xuanzhen!

Suddenly, dozens of lanterns were blown by a gust of evil wind, swaying from side to side, and the long-burning lamps on both sides suddenly shone brightly.

Shadowy, dozens of paper-tied coffins erected on both sides of the temple, countless white shadows suddenly rushed out, lined up on both sides. A few crows flew in and called on the beams on both sides of the temple: "The host of the Xuanzhen Sect Luomiao leads all disciples to pay respects to Sect Leader Li! May the Sect Leader enjoy immortal blessings forever and live as long as the sky!"

Dozens of paper people kowtowed: "May the Sect Leader enjoy immortal blessings forever and live as long as the sky!"

Qian Chen hesitated slightly in front of the altar—how did he get mixed up in an evil

With a helpless flick of his sleeve, the light of the eternal lamps on both sides was pressed down by the sleeve-wind, flickering and dimming.

Qian Chen looked back and said, "You all came quite early, but not one of you came in your true form. You completely disregard me, your Sect Master!"

"We are wronged! Sect Master..."

Those few crows cried out in grievance: "The Luomiao is the branch altar of our sect closest to the capital, the temple where we planted our banner in Dagukou! It is a place where dragons and snakes mingle, where people of all walks of life, martial artists, and the underworld gather, and many experts pass through! After the previous Sect Master led us to establish the temple here, we fought three battles against the various factions before we could barely take root! But after the previous Sect Master passed away, the righteous paths traveling to and from the capital have made things difficult for us, and the brothers have had to scatter and hide within the underworld of this Dagukou."

"This time, when the Sect Master summoned us, our soul lamps were alerted, and we all rushed here in less than two hours, not daring to show any disrespect to the Sect Master."

"It is just that this temple is heavily monitored by the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Imperial Observatory, so the brothers did not dare to expose their identities, and thus they all used paper dolls to send their souls here. With a single thought from the Sect Master, you could use the soul lamp to ignite the paper dolls and strip away the divine sect talismans we bear, casting us down. How could we dare to have any disloyal thoughts?"

"Enough!" Qian Chen said, his hands clasped behind his back.

He flicked his other sleeve, capturing the light from a nearby eternal lamp, gathering it into his sleeve, and letting it burn at his fingertips like a small lantern.

He pressed his thumb against his middle finger, and the firelight condensed between the two fingers.

As his two fingers crossed, the firelight shot out, turning into dozens of sparks that landed on the many paper dolls.

In an instant, before they could even react, roaring flames ignited.

The paper dolls tried to flee, only to find that this firelight merely ignited the paper armor on their bodies, circling their forms as they burned to form a suit of fire armor.

Qian Chen let out a cold snort: "Supreme Bright Lord, I grant you armor; blades and spears shall not enter, and fire shall transform you into mysterious soldiers!"

"This Mysterious Soldier Fire Armor Curse is granted to you for half an hour. Go out and kill all the eyes and spies in the vicinity! Then summon everyone from our sect within ten miles to come here and see me!"

Those paper dolls took out wooden weapons wrapped in silver paper and wiped them against the flames on their bodies.

Sure enough, golden flames enveloped the weapons, and a light wave could cut through iron and steel, more formidable than any divine weapon.

Immediately, everyone responded in unison: "Yes! Sect Master."

Dozens of paper dolls chanted secret incantations, and several hemp ropes tied from talisman paper suddenly flew up, circling two of the paper dolls and carrying them into the air as if they were riding dragons.

The paper dolls were extremely light, so even with their bodies burning with fire armor, it only helped them ascend.

In an instant, the firelight flew into the sky, like a fireball rushing toward the outside of the temple.

Qian Chen nodded slightly. This curse is called the Grass Dragon Soaring Snake Curse; it uses a talisman to refine a grass rope into a dragon-like form, allowing it to fly freely, but its load-bearing capacity is extremely low, enough only to carry paper dolls.

Without the blessing of the Mysterious Soldier Fire Armor Curse, a paper doll refined to the extreme would only have the strength of an adult, and it could not hold metal weapons; it was enough to scare people, but slightly insufficient for truly harming them.

Adding this Grass Dragon Soaring Snake Curse only provided a little more mobility.

But with the blessing of the Mysterious Soldier Fire Armor Curse, it became a squad of elite soldiers capable of flying and burrowing, enough to carve out a piece of territory in the Dagukou cultivation underworld!

The other paper dolls also tied a scroll of talismans to their feet; this was the "Armor Horse Technique" from the methods of the nine schools.

This technique is widely circulated; at its highest level, one can shrink the earth into an inch like an earthly immortal, and at its lowest, it merely makes one run faster. Most of these dozens of paper dolls were only at this level of cultivation.

These paper dolls carried their blades and rushed out of the Luomiao. Under the cover of the fireballs in the sky, the dozens of paper dolls slaughtered all the living creatures in the vicinity.

The crows on the beams fell silent, their soybean-sized eyes looking at Qian Chen with a sense of fear—they had not expected this new Sect Master to be so murderous.

Before long, those paper dolls rushed back in a chaotic mess, throwing a dozen rabbits, two foxes, and one white-haired weasel in front of Qian Chen.

Not to mention the dozen gray rabbits, that weasel was so old its fur had turned white, and its two eyeballs were a greasy green. Having been stabbed twice by the paper dolls, it was now lying there like a dead dog.

It barely opened its eyes, looking at Qian Chen with a chilling gaze, and then emitted a strange, human-like laughter.

Qian Chen kicked it with his foot: "What? Preparing to mobilize your weasel descendants to avenge you?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly: "It seems you are not the oldest one! Well, what status could a spy sent to watch have? Looking down on me, this Xuanzhen Sect Master..."

Qian Chen lowered his head slightly and said calmly: "Then I will tell you what I, this Sect Master, do!"

Having said that, he chopped off the head of the white-haired weasel with a single blade.

He held the old weasel's dog-sized body upside down, head facing down, and dripped the blood into the bronze tripod. As the blood drained away, he reached out to pick up an eternal lamp from the side and used the lamp oil to draw a talisman in the blood.

Then the firelight fell, and the talisman instantly ignited.

At this moment, two martial artists, a withered old man, a blind fortune teller, and four children were all dragged in by the paper dolls!

"Reporting to the Sect Master, there were a few who resisted stubbornly, and they have all been executed by your disciples! These people did not resist, so we brought them here for the Sect Master to deal with!"

Qian Chen used a small bowl to collect a bit of blood from the tripod, beckoned to the few people, and said: "Come here!"

He used the talisman brush from the altar, dipped it in the blood, and drew a talisman on each person's forehead. With a pat, their eyes became dazed and they grew confused.

"Go back, find the people behind you, and deliver this spell to them. Tell them that I, the Xuanzhen Sect Master, have arrived! In this Dagukou, wherever I am, they must retreat three hundred paces; otherwise, I will not be as easy to talk to as I am tonight..."

Qian Chen wiped his hands coldly and said calmly.

The several spies, men and women, young and old, nodded, then walked out swaying with dazed eyes.

Qian Chen let out a cold snort, and a stack of yellow paper on the altar flew up in a bundle. He held the talisman brush, dipped it in the foul blood, leaped into the air, and wrote on the talisman paper in one stroke, the long talisman piercing through the yellow paper connected end to end.

In an instant, the yellow paper scattered, turning into several weasel-like shapes that flew off in all directions.

Before long, the screams of rats could be heard from every dark corner. This time, within the entire Luomiao, let alone spies, even a single rat or a bedbug had become a corpse.

Qian Chen landed, stood on the altar, and glanced coldly behind him.

"Why haven't you gone yet!"

"All members of this sect, if you are summoned and do not arrive, you shall suffer the punishment of the Sect Master's divine lamp soul-snatching!"

"If anyone disobeys, kill them!"

Kill, kill, kill... That shout, filled with murderous intent, echoed in the temple.

Qian Chen bowed respectfully to himself; the Xuanzhen Sect Master he was playing was truly domineering, fully possessing the demeanor of an evil sect master...