Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

This is an extremely grand palace, covering a vast area of ​​more than ten acres, about eight or nine feet high, with double eaves, slanting wings, red pillars and yellow tiles.

Above the palace door hangs a royal blue plaque, with three golden ancient seal characters "Tongtian Palace" written from top to bottom, ancient and heavy.

In front of the palace is a red step with a copper turtle and a copper crane, and below is a three-layer white jade base surrounded by railings, flashing a faint spiritual light.

A long stone staircase leads to the main entrance of the palace, about ten feet wide, and each step is carved with dragons, phoenixes, auspicious unicorns, black turtles and blue phoenixes.

Chen Yuan stood under the steps, here is a square of a hundred acres, the ground is covered with bluestone, and the edge of the square is shrouded in a faint mist.

He looked around and saw that there were already hundreds of people standing on the bluestone square, very far away from each other, some sitting cross-legged, or standing with their hands behind their backs.

There were even many huge monsters, all staying on the other side of the square, clearly separated from the human cultivators.

Many people turned their heads to look over, and seeing that it was just a stranger, they immediately lost interest and looked away.

Chen Yuan did not bother to check on the monks, and immediately looked for the figure of Patriarch Yuntian.

But after more than ten breaths, Patriarch Yuntian appeared in the square, quite far away from Chen Yuan, about a hundred feet apart.

Many monks looked over, and were shocked when they saw the indifferent face of Patriarch Yuntian. Several monks who were closer immediately retreated to the distance.

Patriarch Yuntian has been famous for hundreds of years, and his reputation in Yuqing Sea is very impressive. No monks present dared to challenge him.

But there were also several monks who stepped forward a few steps, saluted Patriarch Yuntian together, and said respectfully: "Greetings to the Supreme Elder (Senior Yuntian)!"

They were either monks of Zhenhai Sect, or from the affiliated sects and families of Zhenhai Sect. When they saw Patriarch Yuntian, they naturally had to greet him.

Chen Yuan also walked towards Patriarch Yuntian, wanting to speak and greet him.

But at this moment, the voice of Patriarch Yuntian rang in his ears: "Little friend Chen, don't reveal the relationship between you and me, lest other Nascent Soul cultivators attack you."

"After you pass the third test, I will come to find you."

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and he immediately looked away, not even daring to answer.

Patriarch Yuntian has a profound cultivation and a strong spiritual sense, and can send voices at will.

But his spiritual sense is only equivalent to that of a late Jindan cultivator. There are Nascent Soul cultivators in this square. If he dares to send voices at will, he will be heard immediately.

He didn't dare to disperse his spiritual sense, turned around, walked to a place where there were few cultivators, stood with his hands behind his back, and swept his eyes over the cultivators and monsters present.

No one showed their own aura, but only cultivators above the Jindan stage could enter the Jueling Island with the Tongtian Order.

The more than one hundred cultivators and monsters in the square had at least the cultivation of the early Jindan stage.

Chen Yuan soon saw an acquaintance, Ji Laogui, sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

He seemed to have noticed Chen Yuan's gaze, opened his eyes, and glanced at Chen Yuan with a cold look.

Chen Yuan felt a chill in his heart, and dared not look anymore, and immediately looked away.

Not far from Ji Laogui, Jing Shuhan was wearing a light green skirt, standing there, with her hands clasped and hanging at her waist, and her figure was graceful.

She met Chen Yuan's gaze, nodded slightly, and smiled, as if she was greeting him.

Chen Yuan was a little surprised. This woman was only at the initial stage of Jindan cultivation, and it was difficult for her to even pass the first trial. How could she enter Jueling Island?

He remained calm and nodded slightly in response.

When he looked away again, Wang Lin's figure also came into view.

He was dressed in black, sitting cross-legged in the square, meeting Chen Yuan's gaze, with a smile on his lips, and nodded.

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he also nodded in response, and looked away.

He had no friendship with Wang Lin, but they had fought in the sea of ​​monsters. Wang Lin's move seemed to contain some goodwill, which made him a little confused.

Apart from these three people, there was no one else that Chen Yuan was familiar with on the bluestone square.

But two monks were particularly eye-catching. One of them looked old, with white hair and beard, wearing a gray long gown, a turban on his head, holding a bamboo scroll, and reading it attentively.

The old man's aura was slightly weakened, and his pressure was heavy. He was actually a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. There was no one within a hundred feet around him.

After patriarch Yuntian dismissed the Zhenhai Sect cultivators, he carefully looked at the old man, walked slowly to his side, and asked: "May I ask if you are the Qingliu layman of the Haoran Sect?"

The old man raised his head and showed surprise: "Yes, please forgive my poor eyesight, you are..."

Patriarch Yuntian bowed and saluted: "I am Yuntian of the Zhenhai Sect."

The old man returned the salute and said: "So it's Daoist Yuntian, I have heard of your great name for a long time."

"I haven't been to Yuqing Sea for a hundred years, and Daoist Yuntian actually revealed my identity in one sentence. I admire you."

The cultivator next to him was shocked. Hearing this, this Yuanying cultivator was not from Yuqing Sea.

Elder Yuntian said calmly: "The Confucian heritage of Yuqinghai is declining, and there has never been a Nascent Soul cultivator who specializes in Confucian and Taoist techniques."

"Your aura is pure and abundant, and I happen to know the appearance of the Taoists of Haoran Sect, so how could I be wrong."

"But I didn't expect that Taoist Qingliu would come to Jueling Island. Jiuxianzhou is vast and has everything. This little secret realm can catch the eye of your sect, which is beyond my expectation."

Layman Qingliu laughed: "I came here just to get a Qingfeng bamboo. Our sect has no intention of getting involved in Jueling Island, nor will it interfere in the affairs of Yuqinghai's immortal world."

Ancestor Yuntian smiled: "You are too kind, I am just a little curious, how dare I interfere with your sect's affairs."

The old man smiled and raised the bamboo slips in his hand: "If you have nothing else to do, I still have to read the scriptures. I will talk to you again when I have time."

"This Jueling Island is indeed left by the ancient sages. It contains mysterious avenues. You need to comprehend it carefully and don't waste time."

"Please go ahead." Ancestor Yuntian nodded and turned to leave.

At this moment, a charming voice came out: "Haha, are you really a cultivator from the Haoran Sect?"

"When did the people of the ten major sects in Jiuxianzhou become so timid that they actually bowed to the Zhenhai Sect?"

Everyone was shocked and turned to look. They saw a charming woman standing in front of the monster on the other side of the square. She was walking slowly and her words were full of disdain.

This woman was about thirty years old, with a gorgeous appearance, a pair of charming eyes, and a curvy figure.

She wore a white top with a light blue gauze covering it, revealing two white and flat belly. Every time she took a step, the two white lumps trembled slightly, which was very eye-catching.

She wore a short skirt that was not even knee-length, revealing two tight calves, bare feet, and flawless white jade feet.

When the monks present saw this outfit, the words "indecent" would immediately pop up in their minds, but no one dared to criticize it, or even look at it more.

Because this "indecent" charming woman exuded a powerful pressure, comparable to an early Nascent Soul cultivator, accompanied by a strong demonic aura, she was actually a transformed demon king.

Qingliu Lay Buddhist chuckled and bowed to the charming woman: "This fellow Taoist is joking. Our Haoran Sect upholds the righteousness of the great and righteous, and acts in accordance with the two words of righteousness and reason. We are polite and decent when interacting with fellow Taoists. Why should we bow our heads?"

The charming woman came to the two of them and stopped: "What do you mean by polite and decent? I don't understand, and I won't argue with you."

"But the Haoran Sect doesn't even dare to take a step forward in Yuqinghai, and what about the top ten sects? In my opinion, it's better to replace the Haoran Sect with the Zhenhai Sect, what do you think?"

She giggled, her petals trembled, and her two white balls jumped violently, as if she was about to take off her clothes and leave.

Qingliu Layman was not angry at all. He stroked his beard and smiled, "If you are interested, you can arrange the ten major sects yourself."

"We Haoran Sect cultivators only know how to study the righteousness of the ancient sages, cultivate a righteous spirit, and seek the great way of heaven and earth. We don't care about anything else."

The charming woman was stunned. It seemed that she didn't expect Qingliu Layman to react like this, and she was a little at a loss.

Patriarch Yuntian said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Jin, I advise you not to humiliate yourself. Fellow Daoist Qingliu is devoted to seeking the truth, how could he accept your clumsy provocation."

The charming woman smiled indifferently: "What did I provoke? You forced this fellow Daoist to admit that Haoran Sect dared not set foot in Yuqing Sea. Is this the way of hospitality of Zhenhai Sect?"

Patriarch Yuntian said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Jin is not qualified to judge the way of hospitality of Zhenhai Sect."

"But if fellow Daoist wants to know my way of hospitality, after leaving Jueling Island, I will wait for Fellow Daoist Jin on Xue Island!"

The charming woman snorted coldly, but did not speak again.

At this moment, a sturdy man standing in the monster beast said slowly: "Why bother so much? After we leave the demon field, I will fight with you."

He was tall, about nine feet tall, half a meter taller than ordinary people, like an iron tower, bare-chested, with messy red hair draped over his shoulders, bulging muscles, bronze complexion, grim eyes, and endless murderous aura.

Ancestor Yuntian narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Since Daoyou Ao Fang is interested, I will accompany you to the end!"

The iron tower sturdy man nodded and said: "Okay, then I will wait for you. Last time, you and I didn't win or lose. This time, we have to fight to our heart's content!"

After the iron tower sturdy man spoke to save the situation, the charming woman stopped making sarcastic remarks and returned to the monster beast group. Ancestor Yuntian also walked to the side and sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest.

The old man smiled slightly, lowered his head, and looked at the bamboo slips in his hand intently.

The cultivators in the square were secretly shocked when they heard the conversation between the two people.

The old man turned out to be a cultivator of Haoran Sect. The people's already awed eyes were slightly more fearful.

Haoran Sect is one of the ten major sects in Jiuxianzhou, and it is also the ancestral home of Confucianism and Taoism in Jiuxianzhou. The mountain gate is close to Yuqinghai.

Each of the ten major sects in Jiuxianzhou is a giant sect with a history of tens of thousands of years. Each of them occupies a giant spiritual vein. The great cultivators in the sect have been passed down from generation to generation. They have a strong foundation and extraordinary strength, far exceeding the three major sects in Yuqinghai.

And Patriarch Yuntian actually dared to test the intention of Qingliu Layman to enter Jueling Island in person. He is worthy of being the supreme elder of Zhenhai Sect. This is the style of the largest sect in Yuqinghai!

These Jindan cultivators are the backbone of Yuqinghai's cultivation world. Facing cultivators from the continent, they are naturally on guard.

Although they dare not show it in front of Qingliu Layman, it does not prevent them from cheering for Patriarch Yuntian in their hearts.

And the two demon kings are not ordinary people.

The demon race attaches great importance to bloodline, and surnames are extremely important. No demon beast dares to overstep the boundaries.

In the sea of ​​10,000 demons, only the Golden-Winged Eagle clan dares to have the surname Jin, and only the Jiaolong clan has the surname Ao.

Both demon kings are from the royal family of demon beasts, and the iron tower strong man named Ao Fang is even more famous in the Yuqing Sea.

His original body was a ninth-level red Jiao, with a fire attribute magical power that burned the sky and boiled the sea, and the lives of three Yuanying cultivators were in his hands.

Among them was a casual cultivator in the middle stage of the Yuanying, who dyed Ao Fang's fierce power with his blood.

Chen Yuan watched the confrontation between several Yuanying cultivators and the transformed demon kings, secretly complaining in his heart.

He was controlled by the old ancestor Yuntian, and he had to take advantage of the situation. If the old ancestor Yuntian got involved in the fight with the two demon kings, he would inevitably be implicated.

What if the old ancestor Yuntian died in the hands of Ao Fang and could not help him to unlock the dark power and the blue talisman, then what should he do?

Chen Yuan sighed secretly, and could only hope that the old ancestor Yuntian would keep his sanity and not engage in meaningless fights.

Just now, when the old ancestor Yuntian and the layman Qingliu were verbally arguing with the two demon kings, there was another Yuanying cultivator and a demon king in the field who did not participate.

This Yuanying cultivator was also an old man, wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair and a childlike face, a fairy-like appearance, and a heavy pressure. Like the old ancestor Yuntian, they were all in the middle stage of the Yuanying cultivation.

Chen Yuan recognized the identity of this old man at a glance. He was the supreme elder of the Righteous Alliance, Taoist Yunhe.

After Chen Yuan came to Yuqing Sea, he either practiced in seclusion or went out to sea to hunt monsters. He didn't know much about the major sects in Yuqing Sea.

But he was a guest elder of the Righteous Alliance. In the Righteous Pavilions in various places, there were portraits of the Supreme Elders of the Righteous Alliance. Chen Yuan went in and out of the Righteous Pavilions in Hanxing City and Xuedao several times, and he remembered everything in his heart.

It was too easy for Chen Yuan to be a guest elder. He left a small part of the monster materials. Every five years, he would accept a task, pay some monster materials, and get a sum of spirit stones. It was effortless.

Including Taoist Yunhe, there were a total of four Yuanying cultivators of the human race, and one of them came from the continent.

The demon race on the other side of the square had fewer cultivators than cultivators, only forty monsters, but there were three transformed monster kings standing in front of the monsters.

In addition to the charming woman and Ao Fang, there was also a young man. He was wearing a white shirt and holding a folding fan, which he gently waved. He was quite elegant. He did not look like a demon king, but rather like a rich young man from a human family.

However, this man had a pair of narrow eyes, very thin lips, and a slightly feminine temperament.

The feminine man said nothing, but just watched the charming woman, Ao Fang and the old ancestor Yuntian verbally exchange words, with a hint of smile on his lips.

Chen Yuan did not dare to linger on these demon kings, but just glanced at them and looked away.

But the feminine man was very sensitive. Although it was just a slight glance, he still noticed Chen Yuan's gaze.

He glanced at Chen Yuan, smiled slightly, retracted his gaze, and continued to gently wave the folding fan in his hand.

Chen Yuan did not notice the feminine man's gaze. He took the opportunity to look at the demon beasts that had not yet transformed into human form, observing the opponents in this trip to Jueling Island.

Suddenly, a white light lit up, and then a figure appeared out of thin air in the square, attracting everyone's attention. (End of this chapter)