"You can build my Divine Temple and offer treasures, but all should honor the Divine Temple where True Man Lingye and the Yangyao Tribe reside."
"After I truly awaken and when the Moon Soul Horror Curse truly dissipates, I will descend blessings upon you."
With Wangshu’s voice,
It seed as if a shackle had shattered.
The flowing sea fog and the moonlight within gently embraced all the rfolk still on the sea’s surface. Although there was no tangible blessing, the intimate and wondrous feeling of the moonlight made the rfolk unable to stop their tears from flowing.
—This is an instinct engraved in their bloodline.
In the past, their ancestors would pour their hearts out to Wangshu under the moonlight, and this clear yet gentle god would listen to all their troubles and worries, never answering, but always calming them, freeing them from being tornted by these emotions.
All of this was fought for by Li Ye for them!
The rfolk surged out en masse, as if possessed, rushing toward the Yangyao Tribe, hoping to see Li Ye and thank him while also establishing good relations.
However, the moonlight prevented them from approaching.
They could only see the sea air and moonlight continuously surging toward the Yangyao Tribe’s fishing grounds, like so abyssal maw devouring them endlessly.
And at this mont, Li Ye was sitting cross-legged in mid-air.
Looking at the constantly arriving rfolk outside, a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
So many.
He’s really not good at this kind of social interaction.
It’s easy to imagine how crazily they’d shower him with gifts and complints.
Thankfully, he had already transmitted a ssage to his first disciple Zhao He, asking him to bring Little rfolk back to handle these matters.
"Sigh."
He shook his head, seeing the rfolk blocked by the moonlight, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, fixating his gaze on Yang Ke, who was weaving rmaid Silk.
At this mont, Yang Ke was advancing to Golden Core.
The sea air and moonlight he continuously wove into rmaid Silk, which passed through the Thunder Tribulation along with him, transforming into his Lifebound Magical Treasure.
"It’s ti."
Li Ye silently chanted a Technique, forming a Spiritual Power Shield around himself composed of Five Elents Spiritual Qi and Four Brahman Immortal Qi, then directly flew into the turbid veins of the sea region that was continuously emitting filthy Qi.
On the outside, there was no perceivable feeling.
It wasn’t until he entered that he realized just how terrifying these turbid veins were—a wide expanse like a black ocean, with the shallow layers swirling with "filth" capable of forming turbid Qi. The deeper layers of turbid Qi barely moved, appearing like an abyss capable of devouring everything at a glance.
The endless onslaught of turbid Qi relentlessly battered his Spiritual Power Shield. If not for the Ascension of Five Elents Spiritual Qi and Four Brahman Immortal Qi, Li Ye might have been consud by now.
Compared to this, the spewing turbid Qi outside was relatively "gentle."
Even Li Ye was a bit taken aback by the situation here, finding himself with a sliver of retreating intent.
"Hmm?"
"This thought..."
"It seems there really is sothing here. Senior Brother, are you sure the Flying Light Cyan Lotus can take root here?"
He felt sothing amiss.
Since he began cultivating and joined the Four Seasons Sect, he couldn’t exactly be willy-nilly, but rarely did fear anything. Now, the thought of fleeing wasn’t even his own.
Sothing here was affecting him, even though he bore the Emotion Song.
His senior brother erged from beside him, utilizing the tribulation-like power from "Rites for the Soul" to forcibly block the impact of the turbid Qi, allowing Li Ye to breathe easier.
He scanned the surroundings and replied, "The lotus is a treasure inherently unstained by mud; the Flying Light Cyan Lotus is even more so."
"The turbid Qi here is seemingly limitless; attempting full purification is akin to a fool’s dream, but even removing a portion will cause the Flying Light Cyan Lotus to undergo significant transformation. If your Qi Fortune favors you in discovering the item I’ve ntioned, that’s even better."
Upon hearing this, Li Ye hesitated no more.
He extended his palm.
"Co forth."
From his palm, a round lotus seed emitting a cyan glow descended upon the ground with a flip of his palm.
Then disappeared into the abyss-like turbid Qi.
Like a star plumting into an abyss.
Soon after, Li Ye sat cross-legged and began reciting and practicing the "Heavenly Mind Technique of the Flying Light Cyan Lotus," while summoning his Beavers with the Eight Trigrams Celestial Plate.
The Beavers quickly gathered as soon as they arrived. With a curious glance around, they imdiately grasped the situation.
The master was purifying the turbid Qi here!
They needed to help!
Thus, the Beavers hurriedly surrounded Li Ye, placing Treasure Lotus Lamps around him, reciting scriptures alongside Li Ye.
"Chirp chirp chirp..."
"Chirp chirp chirp..."
"Chirp chirp chirp..."
Their voices resonated with Li Ye’s, adding an undeniable strength rather than competing for dominance.
It was through the joint efforts of Li Ye and the Beavers,
That a translucent lotus slowly erged from the thick, viscous turbid Qi, unsullied by a trace of turbid Qi, its purity beyond description.
Circles of cyan ripples emanated from the Flying Light Cyan Lotus, spreading outward.
Flying Light Cyan Lotus!
It had truly grown.
With eyes brightening, Li Ye hastily continued to channel Spiritual Power and recite Magic Spells.
With Li Ye’s ceaseless infusion of Spiritual Power, the Flying Light Cyan Lotus gently swayed, splitting from one to two, two to three, and within monts proliferated into countless duplicates.
Rooted within the abyss of turbid Qi, it voluntarily severed the Spiritual Power connection with Li Ye and began absorbing turbid Qi to grow.
This was the inherent instinct of the Flying Light Cyan Lotus.
It was born to use its own suffering to eradicate more pain and Resentnt Qi—most of the turbid Qi accumulated here largely resulted from the sea creatures’ deaths.
Though the thods of death were myriad.
Starvation, devoured, inadvertently swept away by undercurrents...
Muttering the "Heavenly Mind Technique of the Flying Light Cyan Lotus," Li Ye found himself slightly troubled by these ans of demise. Although it no longer absorbed his Spiritual Power, resentnt continued to flow incessantly.
Moreover, because the accumulated Resentnt Qi here was excessively abundant, rarely did such an opportunity for release arise. The East Pole Yang Sea seed deliberately channeling these Resentnt Qi here.
The ocean was never short of patience.
The kind of patience that wore down countless edges into smoothness.
Now Li Ye was experiencing the pain brought by this "patience"—the Resentnt Qi wouldn’t erupt all at once but flowed incessantly, polishing like waves against rocks on the shore.
At first, Li Ye really struggled to adapt.
He felt like a frog being leisurely boiled in warm water, but after a while, inexplicably, he began feeling a sense of "comfort."
Because amid the Resentnt Qi, there was a wisp of lingering oceanic vitality.
As ti passed.
The lotus gradually multiplied, visibly absorbing the surrounding Resentnt Qi, and whenever the Flying Light Cyan Lotus neutralized so Resentnt Qi, a trace of purest sea vitality gathered toward Li Ye.
In Li Ye’s palm, a blue pearl materialized, reflecting a sea domain with rolling clouds and roaring waves inside.
The dense sea vitality exuded by it made Li Ye feel utterly comfortable, tempting him to cry out in pleasure.
This pearl was a treasure of vitality born from such an extrely filthy and lifeless environnt.
Considering this was the East Pole Yang Sea.
If not for the serendipitous coincidence striking the turbid veins like this, even locating it would be challenging for the Four Seasons Sect, requiring imnse effort.
"Hmm..."
Just as Li Ye was enjoying his mood.
His senior brother suddenly spoke, his face complex:
"Junior Brother."
"I sense a piece of dead Ruo Wood here."
"It might be one of my forr bodies."
Li Ye was suddenly taken aback.
He glanced at the abyss-like turbid Qi below, seemingly to confirm sothing: "Are you sure, Senior Brother?"
"Yes." Senior Brother nodded, "I’m certain, approximately several thousand feet below the turbid Qi."
"..."
Li Ye took a deep breath.
It seems he was about to undertake a major endeavor again.
He wondered...
Could these things burn?
Would the Tribulation Fire Spirit be willing to consu them?
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