UGB Chapter 77 Blessed Land Opens
Chapter 77 Blessed Land Opens
Chapter 77 The Blessed Land Opens (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!)
Lake Yanbo.
The lake surface is as blue as jade, with vast expanses of mist and clouds.
Groups of cultivators gathered by the lake, all of them independent cultivators who had heard of the great reputation of Yanbo Blessed Land and came to try their luck.
Occasionally, a few Foundation Establishment cultivators would appear, but they would not stay with these Qi-obtaining rogue cultivators. Instead, they would each manifest the wonders of their Foundation Establishment. Some would gather in the Cloud Palace, calling on friends and feasting all night long, while others would ride on strange beasts, appearing just like immortals.
However, none of these cultivators noticed that high in the sky, several Purple Mansion cultivators were coldly watching all of this.
"Brother Teng—look at these low-level revisions, aren't they laughable?"
Pu Shanjun, the patriarch of the Pu family, with his long beard and red robe, glanced at the numerous cultivators below and said, "To us, it is like a child looking at an anthill."
The other person was none other than Zi Fu of the Black Cancer Sect, whose face was still indistinct, with countless black insects wriggling around it.
His eyes now held impatience: "We've arrived at this blessed land, so why hasn't the destined person come yet?"
"Brother Teng, don't be anxious—although the Tian siblings have been blessed with good fortune by us, leading to a series of extraordinary encounters, they are ultimately only at the ninth level of Qi cultivation. Not only is their cultivation lacking, but their fate is also somewhat deficient. Their mutual killing and the use of the Human Elixir method may not be enough to establish a foundation for their Dao, and they may find it difficult to truly open this blessed land of misty waves. Last time, I borrowed that Gu poison urn from you, Brother Teng, precisely to throw those two into the urn like Gu worms and further catalyze them—that way, we will have a 100% chance of success."
A tall, beautiful Taoist nun smiled.
Upon hearing this, Pu Shan Jun sighed, "The foundation of the Dao is difficult to obtain—ancient cultivators had the talent and comprehension to forge their own foundation, but nowadays cultivators are much more impatient for quick success. To obtain a foundation, they either need to consume several specific foundation-building spiritual items or take pills refined by powerful foundation-building demons—but none of them are as convenient as human pills—"
"Ancient cultivators? Where are there still ancient cultivators these days?"
A leisurely voice drifted over: "Ancient cultivators cultivated their own true qi without needing to gather qi—this practice has been gradually abandoned since the beginning of the ancient era, and countless important figures have considered this—"
"Hmm?" The cultivator surnamed Teng from the Black Gate looked up and saw a disheveled Taoist priest approaching on dark clouds. He couldn't help but sneer, "Sanji—you still dare to come?"
"The Blessed Land of Misty Waves is about to open, a grand event in ancient Shu. Why does this old Taoist dare not come?"
The Three Masters laughed.
Behind him, however, were several faint traces of Purple Mansion Qi.
"Hmph—Fellow Daoist, you've sided with the demon race, is it for this reason?"
Pushan-kun also gave a cold snort.
The Three Masters did not answer, but stood silently.
Time passed, and the female cultivator from the Purple Mansion smiled softly: "The Gu refining is almost complete—"
She took out a small, earthen-yellow urn with her delicate hands and gently tossed it into the air.
With the convergence of many gazes from the Purple Mansions, one could see a male and a female sword cultivator inside the urn, their eyes bloodshot, locked in a life-or-death sword duel.
"Blood relatives killing each other—how can you bear to use this elixir of immortality?"
The Three Masters sighed, "It's nothing more than a mere [Loujin] spiritual object, or perhaps finding a [Loujin] demon to extract its Dao foundation for alchemy—you are all wealthy and powerful, why be so stingy?"
"Although Lou Jin has many spiritual objects, few can assist in achieving the Dao Foundation stage. As for Lou Jin, a Dao Foundation-level demon general? Why don't you ask the fellow Daoists of Luo Feng Mountain if they are willing to offer their full assistance?"
The cultivator surnamed Teng from the Black Gate sneered: "I observe that you, fellow Daoist, did not fight to the death to stop him—you are nothing but a hypocrite."
If you, fellow Daoist, are willing to intervene, I will have to admire you.
The Three Masters suddenly smiled: "Indeed—this old Taoist is a hypocrite, yet he also longs for the opening of this blessed land of misty waves as soon as possible."
Just then, the duel in the urn finally came to a conclusion.
"younger brother----"
At the crucial moment, the female swordsman suddenly withdrew her sword, allowing her younger brother to pierce her through with a single strike.
The bloodlust in the eyes of the swordsman surnamed Tian dissipated, and he suddenly let out a howl like a wounded lone wolf.
Lou Jin's body was continuously infused with magical power, and an inexplicable sharpness gathered within him.
In an instant, wisps of sharp, metallic energy gathered in his sea of consciousness, transforming into a profound Dao foundation. This foundation could enhance the sharpness of the flying sword and stimulate its sword light.
Firm in your swordsmanship —
"What a brilliant badge!"
The female cultivator from the Purple Mansion merely smiled and tossed the jar aside: "Go!"
The poison urn crashed into the lake, creating ripples.
Suddenly, five colors converged in the void, and a sword aura shot into the sky, as if pushing down a golden mountain and toppling a jade pillar, shattering heaven and earth.
Wave!
The void shattered, and the gate to a blessed land faintly appeared.
Among them are mountains of gold mines and rivers of gold veins, and all kinds of metal objects are scattered everywhere, accompanied by a fierce wind.
"It's a blessed land amidst mist and waves!"
"The Blessed Land of Misty Waves is now open!"
The rogue cultivators who had been waiting for a long time exclaimed in surprise, and several who could not contain themselves directly rode their magical artifacts and flew into the portal to the Great Void.
puff puff!
With a flash of sword light, several pieces of corpse fell to the ground.
"Heh—this guy is courting death, daring to charge in like this?"
Pi Xiuyuan sat cross-legged atop a massive wooden shield, chuckling coldly, "Blessed lands are vast, some comparable to a prefecture, others stretching across several prefectures. Master Yanbo was once a great swordsman of the Loujin realm; how could a blessed land not be protected by sword energy? We lower cultivators, instead of waiting for higher cultivators to enter before scrambling for scraps, expect to get a taste of the leftovers? Wouldn't that be just asking for trouble?"
This blessed land is vast, why be in such a hurry?
Just then, a sword light leaped out from the void, its color golden and its sharpness unmatched.
The gate to the blessed land shone with countless rays of light, seemingly echoing the "Sharp Edge Chapter." Suddenly, it transformed into a sword light, engulfing the cultivator surnamed Tian, and vanished in an instant.
"As expected, Old Ghost Yanbo had made some arrangements—"
Pu Shan Jun laughed heartily: "Fellow Daoists, there's no need to be stingy with your magical power."
In an instant, the forest was ablaze with color, the branches burst into flames, and then turned to ashes.
It was the power of the "Ember of Calamity"!
Countless insects climbed and flew in the void—like black rivers.
There were also natural disasters, golden lotuses, and various other strange phenomena—
The gates to that blessed land burst open with a roar, and could no longer be closed.
With a flash of fire, Pushan-jun's figure had already vanished.
Next, there was the Teng family's Purple Mansion, and that female cultivator—
The Three Perfections Master silently watched this scene. Behind him, several enormous, mountain-like, pitch-black shadows entered the gate of the blessed land one after another.
Before the last gigantic black shadow entered, it specifically transmitted its voice: "Sanji—regarding what happened last time, we each got what we wanted—"
I, Luo Fengshan, always keep my word. The thing you've been longing for day and night is indeed in the Blessed Land of Misty Waves. However, whether you can find it depends on your luck, hahaha—”
The Three Masters remained expressionless; with a single step, their figures vanished.
"Is it really open this time?"
"Look—those foundation-level cultivators have all entered, and nothing happened—"
Around Yanbo Lake, one after another, Dao Foundation cultivators appeared and entered the blessed land. Those cultivators who had been convinced could no longer hold back and rushed forward.
By the lake, Murong Jiu and Xu Hei looked at each other. Xu Hei smiled insincerely and said, "Junior brother—please."
Murong Jiu's face was extremely ugly, filled with both longing and fear. In the end, he sighed, activated the Mysterious Wave Vast Step, transformed into a beam of light, and plunged into that blessed land.
Xu Hei stood outside the blessed land and shouted loudly, "Fellow Daoists—I, Xu Hei, am buying Dao Foundation Spiritual Objects of the [Ji Shui] at a high price. If you make any gains, please remember to remember me!"
Ba County, located in the belly of a small mountain.
Inside the cave, concealed by an array.
Fang Qing, of course, did not go to the Blessed Land of Misty Waves. Instead, he used the "omnipotent" power of the Dao-born Pearl to send two disciples to watch the live broadcast.
"I certainly wouldn't go into a dungeon myself because it's so dangerous—"
"Now one focuses on domestic affairs, and the other on foreign affairs; I wonder how they're reaping the rewards?"
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He thought for a moment, then cast a divination for himself: "If I go to this blessed land, will it bring great fortune?!"
"Hmm, good luck, chicken dinner tonight! Looks like I'm destined to get my wish and obtain the [Ji Shui] Dao Foundation Spiritual Item?"
"However, let's still get some insurance."
In the blink of an eye, Fang Qing had returned to his home in the Xuanbi Cave of the Bihai Sect.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, a sense of security arises spontaneously.
This feeling of sitting in the safest rear, watching my subordinates fight to the death—it's not bad!
He smiled and continued watching the live broadcast.
In crucial moments, I can even manipulate their behavior through the connection of the "seed word" —
Ordinary esoteric masters probably couldn't do what I do.
This is the great power of the Dao-born Pearl ———
Xu Hei was in charge of the acquisitions outside, so there was no need to worry about him at this time.
Fang Qing's attention was entirely focused on Murong Jiu.
This person has reached the ninth level of Qi cultivation and possesses astonishing agility. Among the rogue cultivators who have entered the Blessed Land of Misty Waves, he is considered to have high magical power.
At this moment, Murong Jiu flashed and used his black sword to decapitate a person.
"Hmph, you dare to compete with me!"
He sneered and picked up the loot from the headless corpse opposite him: "Gengjin raw stone? After some refinement, it would be a good material for forging flying swords—"
Murong Jiu touched his chest and felt that the talisman bestowed by his master was still there, which gave him confidence.
According to his master, with these talismans, he was almost fearless except for the major cultivation of his Dao foundation.
Murong Jiu was filled with excitement and continued to use his escape technique to travel. Before long, he found a cave dwelling.
The Venerable Yanbo did not cultivate alone in this blessed land; he likely had disciples and servants—and may even have raised numerous creatures, forming tribes or even cities—
After all, it is a prefecture, large enough to accommodate tens of millions of people.
However, the environment of Yanbo Paradise is harsh and may not be suitable for ordinary people to live in.
To Murong Jiu's disappointment, the cave was very simple and contained no treasures.
Only a few books were displayed on the bookshelf.
"A Brief Account of Wearing Flowers in One's Hair? Or A Collection of Essays by Canyuan?"
Murong Jiu had intended to just accept it casually, but a sudden impulse welled up in his heart, so he opened it and quickly flipped through it.
"Oh? There's even a manual on alchemy?"
Inside the Xuanbi Cave, Fang Qing smiled but remained silent.
"Notes on Wearing Flowers in One's Hair" seems to be just a woman's casual writing, with her small regular script calligraphy of wearing flowers in her hair being quite good.
However, "Shenyuan Notes" is actually a notebook made by a cultivator named "Shenyuanzi" when he was refining elixirs.
With his divine sense, he only glanced at it once and memorized all the contents, which he can now study and comprehend in the future!