Chapter 446: The Peerless Grand Sacrifice

Altering the bone structure has a bit of a snowball effect.

Recalling the scene when he first altered his bone structure, Li Yuan felt quite moved; now, even a mid-to-low tier Wu Gong, without any corresponding weapon enhancement, could reach perfect completion at an extremely rapid pace.

"One day of cultivation equals thirty years of hard work by Fatty Sun."

"Perhaps it won't even take a year to gather a thousand forms."

Li Yuan murmured to himself.

If it were just the peerless talent enhanced by the two Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing, he estimated it would still take two years to gather a thousand forms; but combined with divine weapons like the Shimmering Dragon Belt and the Crimson Blood Patterned Dragon Armor, he was confident he could gather a thousand forms within the year, or even in a shorter time.

After gathering a thousand forms, both the Yang Bing Jing and the Yang Dan Jing must also be cultivated to the fifth realm.

Li Yuan felt quite exhilarated; the step-by-step improvement and transformation put him in a good mood, making him feel not the slightest bit bored or tedious.

Regarding the conditions for completely mastering the Lie Hai Shan Xuan Jing Hammer and the Long Hu Yang Sheng Lu, the two Wu Gong were currently the furthest behind.

"Yang Bing Jing, Yang Dan Jing."

Li Yuan murmured to himself, and naturally, these two Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing Wu Gong appeared in his mind.

Over two months, he frequently cleared the true disciple trials of the two Ruined Sects; since that Ying Ying Xuanpeng, he had encountered no more obstacles; relying on the Zhou Shan Xuan movement technique, he cleared six pill formulas, over twenty expired pills, and three Shan Xuan Jing battle hammers.

The Yang Bing Jing and Yang Dan Jing had also been gathered into half a scroll each.

The shadows of the hundred beasts in the Spirit Light Land dissipated and transformed into a human form sitting in meditation.

Just like several other Shen Gong, the foundation of these two Ruined Sect's supreme Shen Gong is also the Spirit Image; to cultivate to the fifth realm, one must also forge the Divine Realm.

"Without a Spirit Image, for these two Wu Gong, I can cultivate at most to the second realm, or perhaps even only the first..."

Li Yuan pondered in his heart.

Over the past two months, he had mastered the Lie Hai Shen Wen quite deeply; he had also gotten a handle on these two Shen Gong, but limited by his own realm, he had not yet cultivated to even the first realm.

"To cultivate to the fifth realm, one must enter the Dao; after entering the Dao, the bone structure is fixed and cannot be altered again."

His thoughts shifted, and he already looked toward the Weapon Space.

In one corner of the gray Dingxin Dingxin Shitai, four Shan Xuan Jing battle hammers were placed; these were the Standard heavy hammers of the Shan Xuan Jing Sect, and their mastery effects were largely similar, but one of them clearly had the effect of "Yang Bing Jing Third Realm" enhancement.

"Since there is Third Realm enhancement, there must be Fifth Realm enhancement; as long as I clear a weapon with this kind of enhancement, I can meet the conditions for completely mastering the Shan Xuan Jing Hammer."

This operation was already second nature to Li Yuan; many years ago, he had relied on this method to master those scrolls of the Fundamental Diagrams.

The Long Hu Yang Sheng Lu followed the same principle.

Currently, the only thing constraining him was still the thousand forms.

While his mind wandered, pondering these two Wu Gong, Li Yuan changed to a scroll of the Spirit Ape Step Fundamental Diagram, transformed his visualization, and continued to alter his physique.

His attainment in the Bai Shen Zheng Fa was already deep; for mid-to-low tier Wu Gong cultivation, there was no need to practice move by move; with the mind holding the visualization, the bones and tendons would naturally tremble and alter.

Day after day, Li Yuan still maintained his usual routine.

He lay down as the sky gradually brightened, and as usual, listened to the sounds.

Threads of incense below the first tier, and first and second tier, entered the Listening Sound Wood Seal; within the finger notes, various sounds of listening echoed back in the sea of consciousness.

Li Yuan's mind wandered, but it landed on the Wood Seal.

"The Master of Sound Seal promotion to the seventh realm is, for now, a long way off."

Two hundred threads of sixth-tier incense; Li Yuan truly did not have them, and furthermore, over these days, he had not found any information on that middle-aged man carrying the Yun Xiang Ding.

After the Master of Sound Seal promoted to the sixth realm, it was still possible to listen to the Heavenly Sound only once every nine months; the difference was that this count could be accumulated, so he had not rushed to use it.

"I hope something useful comes up."

Li Yuan's thoughts turned, and a tide of dark light surged, enveloping him.

Night, forest.

In a trance, Li Yuan heard a deep, somber bell sound, accompanied by bird calls and the sound of wind chimes.

"Where is this again?"

Li Yuan came to his senses and looked around.

At this moment, he was in a forest; light snow drifted in the night, but the vegetation around him was completely different from the Long Hu Mountains, and he had not seen many of them before.

In the distance, the bell sound echoed; threads of smoke drifted in the night, reflecting the snowflakes; faintly visible, it was an ancient "mountain temple?"

Li Yuan frowned slightly.

Unlike in his past life, all temples in the Great Fortune were built for incense; not in cities, they were mostly near towns, and there were rarely temples in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Eh?"

As Li Yuan was pondering, he suddenly seemed to sense something and turned his head; in the night with light snow, he saw extremely dazzling light, threads of Jin Guang, and among them, even faint red light.

Not the light of a weapon, but incense?

"So much incense? And even ninth-tier incense?"

Li Yuan's heart trembled; footsteps came from not far away; a thin, emaciated middle-aged man, carrying a Master Master Dading as tall as a person, walked out from the dense forest.

"What a coincidence?"

With just one look, Li Yuan knew this was the person he had heard about during the listening; and even more coincidentally, this person's aura was also somewhat familiar.

"Is it that skeleton frame that Old Dragon Head smashed earlier?"

Thinking for a moment, Li Yuan recognized the person carrying the ding; it was Gu Jin Gang.

The gods on the Great Fortune Divine List are divided into three grades: Fa Zhu, Fayin Tongzi, and Shang Shi; and as one of the Four Guardian Gods, Gu Jin Gang was one of the most famous evil gods below the Fa Zhu.

"Old thing, old beast."

Gu Jin Gang's footsteps were heavy as he cursed, carrying the ding toward the ancient temple in the distance.

Li Yuan quietly followed; the light of that incense was dazzling; he counted quickly; there were over three hundred threads of incense above the seventh tier, over forty of the eighth tier, and even five of the ninth tier.

Below the sixth tier, there were thousands upon thousands.

"So much."

Li Yuan could hardly take his eyes off it, but quickly, he moved his gaze, looking at the surrounding forest, wanting to find something recognizable to determine the location here.

"Cloud Fragrant Grass."

After walking for quite a while, Li Yuan finally found a regionally distinctive herb: "This herb usually grows in the Mount Yunmeng Great Marsh. Is this the territory of the Mount Yunmeng Dao and the Rainbow Sword Sect?"

Li Yuan observed the surroundings, tentatively searching for more accurate markers.

And the Bone Vajra's cursing suddenly stopped; he had already arrived before that ancient temple.

The bell sound echoed.

Li Yuan looked up; above this ancient temple, a vast flock of wild birds gathered, circling the temple and moving; the wind blew, snow drifted, and the strings of wind chimes under the eaves swayed.

Deep mountains, an ancient temple, a flock of birds, wind chimes, and that faint, flickering candlelight.

"A bit creepy."

Li Yuan muttered to himself; this did not look like a benevolent place at all.

Arriving here, the Bone Vajra frowned and moved forward, straightly smashing open the temple doors; Li Yuan, following closely behind, also saw the familiar deity statue.

The Bodhisattva, with a solemn and majestic appearance, held a dharma seal, smiling at the corners of his mouth, yet making one feel terrified upon looking; nothing else, but this Bodhisattva's body was covered entirely in eyeballs, lifelike, as if still blinking.

A tenth-tier deity statue.

Li Yuan felt a chill in his heart; could this not be the place where the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva's true body resides?

The Bone Vajra set down the Master Master Dading:

"The incense is all here, where are the people?"

His voice was very loud, like a thunderclap, yet the flock of birds circling above the temple was not affected, and there was no echo within this ancient temple.

Instead, that Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva statue blinked.

Thousands of eyes blinked in unison and looked over.

"Swish!"

In an instant, Li Yuan felt his spine grow cold; even in this state, he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding; this deity statue was more terrifying than any he had ever seen.

The Daoist's trypophobia was about to flare up; Li Yuan shifted his gaze; it wasn't about fear or not, but truly some physiological and psychological discomfort.

And it wasn't just him; the Bone Vajra couldn't take it either; he vigorously

rubbed his arms and thighs, as if goosebumps had risen all over his body: "Dharma Master, you are here?"

The Bone Vajra's voice suddenly dropped eight octaves, like a quail, even somewhat trembling.

"Wait outside the temple."

An androgynous voice echoed; the Bone Vajra said nothing, turned around, and left the temple.

Li Yuan did not move, nor did he raise his eyes; this deity statue truly made him uncomfortable, but soon, he couldn't help but look up, because that deity statue spoke: "I did not expect that this seat would still have the chance to see a visitor from the old place; the aura of the Dragon God... do you come from the Poison Dragon Academy?"

As if a thousand lamps lit up at once, the night instantly became day.

Li Yuan cursed silently, feeling as if his eyes were being stung; he forcibly endured the discomfort and turned back, seeing only that within the shadows, a person walked out.

⊙c〇

That was a woman with a graceful figure; a tight black outfit outlined her beautiful form; without even looking at her facial features, one could feel a wave of seductive and demonic charm rushing towards the face.

She held a large black umbrella, covering herself completely; her phoenix eyes carried surprise: "Who might you be?"

"Qian Ling."

The woman laughed in disbelief: "Could you be joking? What kind of existence is Dharma Master Qian Ling? How could he descend to this place?"

"Whether you believe it or not, this seat is also Qian Ling."

The deity statue spoke, the voice wavering yet heavy; Li Yuan felt extremely uncomfortable hearing it.

"Is that so?"

The woman tugged at the corner of her mouth, with no intention of pursuing the matter further: "My name is Chi He Lian; indeed, I come from the Poison Dragon Academy. I wonder who you are, and when did you discover me?"

"When you fell from beyond the heavens, this seat already noticed."

The deity statue spoke: "You have come several times to pluck the incense; this seat has seen it all."

"Your eyesight is truly astonishing."

Chi He Lian looked at that Master Master Dading: "This incense... was it specially brought by you for me?"

"Correct."

The deity statue answered: "This is only the first pot."

"Oh."

Chi He Lian was somewhat surprised; this pot of Primordial Fire was quite precious to her as well.

"What is your intention?"

"The Great Sacrifice to the Eight Directions Temple."

"Hmm."

Chi He Lian narrowed her eyes slightly.

"More than a month ago, in the Divine Capital City, the Qian Emperor mobilized incense from various places, seemingly preparing to hold a Great Sacrifice. If this seat is not mistaken, the one presiding over this Great Sacrifice also comes from the Poison Dragon Academy."

"Huang Huang Longzi!"

Chi He Lian's gaze sank, then quickly calmed: "As far as I know, you possess no Heavenly Fortune Mystery."

The deity statue answered: