#1106 - Landfall
The Grand Void trembled, with azure and black intertwining.
Ever since Dayuan Light Hidden Mountain gained the favor of the cultivators of [Great Sheep Mountain], it had become entirely different. Countless temples clung to the mountain, and the most famous of them, the halberd peak that pointed like a knife towards the sky, had been carved with countless Mahayana Dharma forms, looking down upon the earth with merciless indifference.
Countless monks in Zen robes were clasping their hands in prayer on the mountain, their expressions solemn and dignified. Moreover, enormous golden figures gathered together, whispering among themselves:
"I heard… Yang Ruiyi has reached the heart of Du Xian…"
"Isn't Lord Guang Chan blocking him there!"
The one who spoke was a white-skinned Compassionate of the size of a house, appearing fierce with profound aura. The Compassionate on the other side chuckled:
"You overestimate him and underestimate the Banished Qi. I don't think he can necessarily stop him."
"Nor is he necessarily really trying to stop him!"
Several people whispered, clearly having some understanding of the situation, and were filled with lingering fear:
This palace was no taller than any golden statue, yet it caused the world to lose its color and all interpretations to be shaken. The black curtain slowly lifted, and a man in black robes descended the steps, quietly gazing below.
It was the missing Yang Ruiyi!
The man stood with his arms folded, carefully sensing the changes in the Grand Void, calculating with his fingers, and understanding in his heart:
'The Lotus Temple group has followed the heterodox intentions of the Lotus World One Phase Master and refused to serve Great Sheep Mountain. Zhang Yun is also a two-faced character and won't ruin things. It's all over.'
He did not neglect for a moment, taking out an object from the palace, stumbling, it was actually a small calf, without any fur on its body, made entirely of mud, but as if alive, its legs trembling, following behind him.
"Although Qi Lanyan is a petty and cowardly fellow, he has obtained the Heavenly Simplicity opportunity. He should understand the situation and copy it. But how can he know that Heavenly Simplicity is not accurate in calculations? Even Heavenly Simplicity has fallen into the Banished Qi, so what can those fellows who have received Heavenly Simplicity accomplish?"
Then, his brow lowered, adding a bit of coldness, and he stepped onto these mountains!
"Even if they understand, how much ability and thought do they have to change things!"
The hand holding the rope suddenly released, and the mud cow immediately fell into the mountain like a bird with broken wings, fluttering and stirring up countless gales.
This wind appeared grayish-white, intertwined and surrounded, as if blowing out from a bottomless abyss, thick as snow, actually causing the Grand Void to constantly rise and fall, gradually breaking and separating, causing the one or two Compassionates who had just stepped into the Grand Void to fall out together.
'It's over!'
The light pink radiance on the mountain suddenly lit up, which was the mountain protection array here!
But amidst the horrified expressions of the cultivators, the lonely black object that fell down was not hindered in the slightest, swaying down.
This pink radiance was simply ridiculously fragile, and rather than saying it was like window paper, it was better to say it didn't exist at all!
The Buddhist cultivators usually hide in the Buddhist soil to cultivate. They have neither the need to set up formations, nor the ability to do so. They have some research on forming formations to receive Buddhist soil, but setting up formations is purely a mess. Where can they have the Taoist traditions of immortal cultivators staying behind to protect the Purple Mansion!
A group of Compassionates were like seeing ghosts, and no one came forward to resist. Each one ran wildly, fleeing in despair in all directions, but the Grand Void was vast, only hearing a crisp sound echoing in everyone's ears.
"Dong!"
A long, resounding cow cry came slowly, and the place where the mud cow fell first lit up with a spot of tan yellow, and then spread like a storm throughout the entire mountain range!
The statues carved into the mountains quickly became blurred, collapsing into rolling mud and soil, and all the buildings turned into yellowish-brown bricks and mud. The running, kneeling, and wailing Buddhist cultivators solidified in place, turning into mud statues one after another, and then quickly blurred their forms, scattering into fertile soil.
In a scene of chaos and collapse, the white-bodied Compassionate felt the terrifying aura coming from behind, and was in a daze.
This fallen spirit of unknown origin locked him in place, unable to move, while cutting off the Grand Void… Even if this power could not easily kill him, he was afraid that he would surely die when Yang Ruiyi fell.
The Compassionate was stunned in place for a moment, his mind blank.
'How could Yang Ruiyi be here!'
'And why is he here!'
He really couldn't understand the actions of this Great General of the Song Dynasty—Dayuan Light Hidden Mountain was indeed empty at this moment, but so what? Was he killing the two or three Compassionates who stayed in the mountain to guard and a group of monks who didn't have much cultivation to vent his anger?
'All the Real Men of the Great Song are in Shanxi. After he kills us, then what? The people of Western Shu are all in Longdi, and the Golden Feather Sect is leaning towards the Shu area, watching the tiger fight from the mountain. Facing the many Mahayana and even Zhixuan cultivators who are rushing back, what will he use to defend alone? Can Li Ximing and others be stopped by Guang Chan alone? Won't he still have to return without success and withdraw?'
'Is it just to vent his anger!'
"Rumble!"
He had no time to think, this spirit mountain that had suffered so much was slowly rising amidst the trembling. The originally low-lying parts continued to rise, turning into hills. The boundless Yuan Magnetic Force that had always flowed in the mountains stopped moving, and the entire mountain was dimmed. The Yuan Magnetic Force in every inch of the earth vein began to tremble, and rolling air currents moved, actually drilling out strands of golden evil from the cracks in the stones.
This rolling golden evil rushed towards the sky, turning into ethereal white mist. Yang Ruiyi was still standing in front of the bronze treasure carriage, his back to the Dayuan Light Hidden Mountain, which was like a purgatory on earth.
This Great General of the Great Song did not fall down to remove the Compassionate who could not move in the Light of Xuan Tu, but stood quietly on the palace, pressing his hands on the bronze door, and gently pushing it open.
"Creak…"
This old door opened in an instant, and the white air floating in the sky desperately poured into the hall, forming a terrifying vortex in the sky. The white dew condensed from the golden evil quickly slid down the bronze on the hall. Yang Ruiyi stood quietly in front of the hall door, his expression inexplicable.
……
Looking Moon Lake.
The sky was dim, and thick purple light lingered between the heavens and the earth. The azure and indigo flames rose in the air, and the colors of [Boundless Water and Fire] traversed the heavens and the earth, burning the exquisite pagoda above with creaking sounds.
Li Ximing stood in the air with a pale face, and the faint golden wounds all over his body radiated light slightly. The supernatural powers in his body rose and fell like a tide, and the light in his hand was bright.
He silently tightened his sleeves, coughed, and began to assess the situation.
'Thanks to [Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion]…'
Although Ting Lan saved him from danger, it was extremely regrettable to consider it—Guang Chan drove out the White Cicada, and had already made two preparations. Taking advantage of Li Ximing's lack of time to care about him, the main body had already taken the opportunity to push through the barrier and escape from under the [Huai River Map].
'If he had come a stick of incense earlier… if [Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion] and [Huai River Map] were united, they would surely be able to suppress Guang Chan! Now Sima Yuanli himself can't hold on anymore…'
Even if he lost this move, with Tinglan joining forces and wielding the [Superior Phase Cauldron] and [Purple Seat Mu Spirit Pavilion], he was still at a disadvantage against this person. Furthermore, that pagoda was no ordinary object; the injury it inflicted on Li Ximing's Dharma body was like a maggot clinging to a bone. If it weren't for the Divergent Spirit Doppelganger diverting thirty percent of the injury, Li Ximing's situation would be even more precarious.
This truly made Li Ximing suspicious:
‘How did Guang Chan acquire such great abilities!’
Tinglan, however, showed no surprise. She silently picked up the gray-white [Superior Phase Cauldron] and used [Limitless Water and Fire] to disrupt the Light of Releasing Earth. Seeing Li Ximing's uneasy expression, she hurriedly said:
“Zhao Jing, be careful. Guang Chan is the master of the Golden Land and is not easy to deal with…”
Li Ximing, enduring the Dharma injury on his body, cast a questioning look. Tinglan gritted her teeth and said:
“He dares not take the [Purple Seat Mu Spirit Pavilion]. Be careful, don't let his spells take you away…”
The two stood under the Dharma light, the giant human head suspended in the air, its dark mouth wide open. The white cicada, with its fangs and claws, had already darted out of the mouth and was clinging to the face, casting a huge shadow on the ground. Its six white segmented limbs trembled slightly, and its compound eyes gleamed.
Above, the purple palace in the sky shimmered with light. Five purple clouds of varying shades and colors orbited the Purple Palace, descending one by one. The white cicada flapped its wings several times, but the purple Qi stripped away its energy and divine power, making it difficult to rise.
The white cicada, with the Heavenly Sun above its head, was suppressed by the Purple Pavilion, appearing very frustrated. Guang Chan's pupils, hidden beneath the cicada's wings, gradually darkened, filled with coldness.
‘[Purple Seat Mu Spirit Pavilion]… Is that Tinglan from the Purple Mist Blessed Land…’
Guang Chan knew the reputation of the [Purple Seat Mu Spirit Pavilion]. Most cultivators from the Purple Mist Blessed Land were not skilled in combat, but this object had suppressed many demons in Zi Mu's hands back then, making it truly terrifying!
‘Although this female cultivator cannot compare to Zi Mu in the slightest, the [Purple Seat Mu Spirit Pavilion] has undergone Zi Mu's refinement and sealing of Dharma, and is now different from what it once was. There might even be hidden cards inside!’
His mood became increasingly gloomy, and he almost hated it:
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‘Qing Jifang… outwardly strong but inwardly weak, verbose and indecisive, mean and ungrateful, shameless and frivolous. Tuoba Lan's words are absolutely correct. How dare he attack the Song Kingdom? Naturally, he released this female cultivator!’
Even knowing that Qing Jifang always spoke casually, Guang Chan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at this moment, secretly pondering:
‘Is it still worth it to continue fighting…? …’
The white cicada restlessly moved its scaly wings, revealing its master's hesitation. The fierce look in Guang Chan's golden eyes grew heavier and heavier.
‘[Treasure Tooth Golden Land] is on my body. If I must kill Li Ximing, sacrificing the Golden Land as the price is not impossible, and I even have a ninety percent certainty… However, if I do so, the sacrifice will be too great. Not only will the Treasure Tooth be lost, but there will inevitably be a great disturbance… and I will inevitably offend the Underworld.’
Guang Chan understood that the South might not necessarily care about Li Ximing's life or death, but the battle between the North and South was in a fragile balance. Offering the Treasure Tooth to eliminate Li Ximing would not only result in the elimination of a Purple Mansion initial stage cultivator, but also the fall of the entire Ting Province!
Even more difficult was that if Li Zhouwei disregarded his injuries and left seclusion early to save Li Ximing, all the price he, Guang Chan, had paid would become wedding clothes for others, becoming a blade for others to test the waters… This was the real reason for his hesitation!
‘In the Dharma Realm, everyone is watching for my mistakes. Is this move worth it? Although I took advantage of the opportunity, I cannot sacrifice a Golden Land and become a pawn.’
His heart grew gloomier and gloomier. Before he could make a decision, he suddenly paused, picked up his sleeve, and saw the jade bracelet on his wrist emitting a faint light. His heart pounded:
‘Great Yuan Light Hidden Mountain?’
‘How is that possible?!’
Guang Chan felt a chill rush to his brain and was secretly horrified:
‘Trouble!’
Guang Chan's background was the Great Mu Dharma Realm, which was the [Great Sheep Mountain] that was currently involved in the Jiangbei affairs… It was precisely because of this that Guang Chan was able to disregard Qi Lan Yan's orders and go south on his own!
Testing Wei Nie's matter itself was in line with the interests of [Great Sheep Mountain]. Even if Yang Ruiyi tore through Jiangbei and besieged Zhi Xuan Xie, Great Sheep Mountain would silently watch the fun, hypocritically punish him, and then leisurely protect him.
But if something happened to the Great Yuan Light Hidden Mountain, Zhi Xuan Xie and Qi Lan Yan would be the ones watching the fun!
‘How did it get to the Great Yuan Light Hidden Mountain!’
As someone from the Guang Chan Dharma Realm, how could he not know what kind of beings were at the top of the Great Sheep Mountain! Those guys were used to being superior, and even if going south was in line with the interests of Great Sheep Mountain and was an unspoken agreement, if something happened to the Great Yuan Light Hidden Mountain, they would become enraged, pretend to be deaf and mute, and throw him out to take the blame!
The giant white cicada immediately flapped its wings. Guang Chan's golden head, as large as a mountain, roared, sacrificing his cultivation. Golden blood gushed from his mouth, and colorful Qi filled the sky. Vast temples emerged one by one, smashing towards the [Purple Seat Mu Spirit Pavilion] and [Gate to Heaven]!
“Rumble!”
Tinglan's face turned pale, and she raised her spell, gathering the five purple lights in the pavilion to forcibly stabilize the spiritual treasure. However, Li Ximing did not feel much better. Traces of blood could be faintly seen in his mouth, but he did not relax in the slightest. He immediately raised his hand and said in a low voice:
“He's leaving!”
Tinglan nodded, panting, and said sideways:
“Don't stop him…”
Li Ximing actually did not have the ability to stop him anymore. The [Divergent Spirit Doppelganger] in his sleeve kept shaking, reaching its limit. There was not much benefit in holding him back, and it might even ruin this treasure.
He only swallowed the blood in his mouth, watching the colorful light gradually dissipate from the sky, disappearing from his eyes. He clenched his teeth, and his heart was in a daze:
‘I wonder how long the days of the Moon Gazing Lake being at their mercy will last…’
He silently floated down from the pavilion. Sima Yuanli had already rushed over, his robes rolled up. Without the protection of the [Huai River Map], he was struggling greatly. Half of his face was covered in golden fire, revealing scorched flesh and snow-white bones. Six neat holes were arranged on his neck, hissing and emitting smoke.
Li Ximing cupped his hands and took out a spiritual pill from his sleeve to give to him. Sima Yuanli hurriedly took it, not saying a word, only using a blue gourd to pour water and carefully extinguish the fire on his face.
He temporarily stabilized the injuries on his face, then gritted his teeth and said:
“I hope Zhao Jing will not forget Lord Yang's instructions!”
Li Ximing was speechless for a moment. He stood in place for a short moment, then turned to look at Tinglan. The woman in purple was not surprised. She cupped her hands and bowed to him, her expression complex:
“Tinglan received orders to go north together!”
Li Ximing was speechless for a moment, and said in disbelief:
“The Lord is so reassured about the Western Front, that he doesn't station a single person!”
Sima Yuanli shook his head and replied:
“Zhao Jing, rest assured, the Great General has promised… Once Guang Chan is seen retreating, he will immediately head north. The master of the desert is ultimately the Jin Yi Dao lineage, and Western Shu cannot invade!”
Sima Yuanli obviously did not know the reason, and still hesitated to say these words, and hurriedly persuaded in a low voice:
“There is a great formation here—the opportunity in the north must not be delayed!”
Li Ximing was not stingy about going north, but the lack of guards on the lake made him uneasy. However, since he had already promised others and the opportunity could not be missed, and he still trusted the Yang family, he had to order the [Zhao Guang Xuan Purple Great Formation], watching the purple light at his feet rumble and emerge, and decisively said:
“Let's go!”
Main characters of this chapter
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Li Ximing [Purple Mansion Initial Stage]
Sima Yuanli [Purple Mansion Initial Stage]
Guang Chan [Great Mu Dharma Realm] [Wei Li] [Treasure Tooth Golden Edge]
