Chapter 332: Chapter 258: What is Liu Village? (2nd Update)_1
(The previous chapter was just revised, so paragraphs were mixed up, it was a bit baffling. It should be more coherent now.)
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In a certain place, among the Ten Lands.
It was a region surrounded by endless mountains, sparse with mist, like a fairyland.
At the peak of a mountain.
A small Taoist temple stood there, reflecting the morning glow, resonating with lodious sounds of gongs and drums, never ceasing…
The Taoist temple was quite old, many places were even damaged and continuously made creaking noises, but no one could ignore the existence of this place.
Just because the Taoist temple was nad after the two words Yin and Yang, it is one of the oldest existences, the ho of the Taoist Orthodoxy of the Yin-Yang Taoist.
At a glance, there were not many disciples in the temple, there were only about a dozen or so figures in totality.
Even though there weren’t many of them, by relying on the strength of their ancestor Yin-Yang Taoist, this small Taoist temple could also be declared an Immortal Taosist Orthodoxy, competing with those flourishing ones.
Only recently, the strongest person in the Taoist temple, the Yin-Yang Taoist, suddenly died. The death amulet left behind shattered, even his God Soul did not escape. The entire Taoist temple was imdiately shrouded in an indescribable terror, so they directly closed off the mountain and secluded themselves, praying for peace.
At this mont, inside an antiquated room in the Taoist temple.
In the center, there was an ancient table made of Tetracentron wood, with a small bell on top of it. The bell was not large, it was dull-colored, with so traces of mud on it.
This bell was left behind by the Yin-Yang Taoist. It was very mysterious, as if it ca from the Ancient Fairy Era,the bell material was so hard that even the Yin-Yang Taoist himself could not see through its mystery.
But through prolonged research, they discovered so of the bell’s uses, one of which was to serve as a warning.
However, it was warning about the Ten Lands, Three Thousand Continents, not individuals.
When the structure of the Three Thousand continents shift, the bell would shake violently and emit deafening ringing noises.
From low to high, the bell could be divided into nine sounds. The weakest was the first sound, which could be regarded as nothing or rely requiring slight attention. The strongest was the ninth sound, indicating a significant event.
At this mont.
This bell, which has never rung before, suddenly shook and made a series of deafening noises.
One sound.
Two sounds.
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Nine sounds.
Ten sounds.
It actually rang ten tis before it barely stopped. It surpassed the nine sounds…
“What happened? Why did the bell ring ten tis? Didn’t our forefather say that it could only ring up to nine tis?!”
A Taoist noticed abnormality for the first ti, a look of shock written on his face. He didn’t know what to do.
Aside from so young boys in the Taoist temple, the only old man left in the temple was rely a regular Godfire Stage Cultivator, he was not an ancient figure, he ignited his Divine Fla only a hundred years ago.
“What do you know? Even our forefather did not fully understand this object before his death. Let alone ten sounds, it might even ring eleven or twelve tis.” A skeptic from the Taoist Orthodoxy retorted.
“Who cares? After all, our forefather has passed away, any chaos in heaven and earth has nothing to do with us anymore. Even if a great opportunity against heaven erges, it’s not sothing we can contend for.”
The only remaining Godfire Stage old man in the temple walked out, saying leisurely.
He naturally noticed the anomaly as well, but the Taoist temple is now like a declining sunset which will eventually collapse, regardless of how big the changes are, what does it have to do with them?!
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Immortal Mountain.
Looking far into the distance, the terrain expands, with lush vegetation and abundant spiritual energy. From ti to ti, the air turns into small raindrops falling from the sky, nurturing all living things. Everywhere, there are auspicious beasts and rare birds, so taking flight, so lingering by the river to drink water…
At first glance, there are so ancient trees larger than mountain ranges, their branches dense and leafy, and their lush crowns resembling large umbrellas shading the area beneath.
Ever since returning from the Lower Realm, the Immortal Supre has been in closed-door cultivation.
The Five Elents Corpse he is cultivating is a unique Divine Skill of the Upper Realm. With its Completion, one can transform into the five elents, and condense five superior, sacred spirit bodies.
Not only can it exert five tis the strength during combat, it also possesses five lives. Any of them can be the spirit body, and any can also serve as the main body.
However, during the trip to the Lower Realm, only two of his Five Elents Corpses remained, while the other three were killed on the spot by the Willow God.
Fortunately, not all was lost, and he could recondense the others at a certain cost.
The Immortal Supre has a handso face, a young man.
Known as the Immortal, he has lived for an unknown number of years, and ti seems to have left no trace on him. He still looks like his original self, with fair skin, as if glowing, rich in gloss.
“Hmm, what’s going on? Why is the law of this world suddenly becoming chaotic!?”
Just then, the Immortal Supre suddenly opened his tightly shut eyes.
Just now, he sensed that the rules of so place suddenly beca chaotic and violent, although it was only for a mont, the sensation was very intense.
The man’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Imdiately probing with his Divine Consciousness, he found nothing, everything was calm as if it was a lake without any waves, not a hint of abnormality.
The Immortal Supre frowned, beneath his bright eyes was a pair that held weariness that did not match his youthful appearance.
Appearance can change, but the sedint of years cannot be easily erased.
Similar sensations were experienced by many in the Ten Lands, the Western Church, the Underworld, Heaven…
All of them were Immortal level existences, but after probing around, they all found nothing.
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In the place shrouded by the mist, electric lights were flickering and growing denser.
Next to the ancient and naless river, as Lin Hai’s voice fell, Little Dot looked shocked, glancing at the people present one by one.
“You…could you all be from Liu village…”
Little Dot opened his mouth, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he looked towards the dozens of figures behind Lin Hai and the Broad Sword man.
All these people were exuding the aura of nobles, solid and terrifying, which was unnerving.
“Yes, yes, we are. Lord Willow God has brought our whole village to the Upper Realm.”
Lin Hai nodded, his eyes full of curiosity as he watched Little Dot, trying to see how this teen who slew God and the Dao in a mortal body, looked dashing.
Hearing that, Little Dot couldn’t help but exclaim.
He knew that the Heavenly Stairs were extraordinary, possessing vast and mysterious power, allowing free travel even when the channel between the two worlds was closed. However, the fact that the entire village was directly descended to the Upper Realm was still shocking and incredible.
What’s more, he had climbed up with great effort. No sooner had he set foot here than the whole village parachuted in.
“What about Brother De Quan and the others? Are they here too?”
Little Dot pursed his lips and continued.
When they parted, he, Tu Wa Zi, and Gu Chen had agreed to get together in the Upper Realm, and drink till they drop.
Now that the powerful and mysterious force had brought the entire village to the Upper Realm, those two old friends should have followed over as well.
“They are also here, but instead of following the village, they ca here in advance to temper themselves. They should be back in no ti, and you might run into them.” Lin Hai introduced with a faint smile.
Although he had not t Little Rock, he knew the relationship between him, Tu and Brother Gu. They had fought side by side before, and their friendship was deep and profound.
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