12dz Chapter 431 Feathered People
Chapter 431 Feathered People
Chapter 432 Feathered People
The vast emptiness is hazy and indistinct.
The True Man Suqing was enveloped in the radiance of the [Horn Wood], and he still found it hard to believe as he looked at the Buddhist disciple in a white monk's robe in front of him.
I had long heard that a Buddhist disciple had been born at the Wuxiang Temple of All Beings—but I never imagined that it would be this White Bone Dharma King!
The Buddha's disciples are envoys, celestial attendants, and servants—truly an extension of the will of the Golden Elixir True Lord.
So, a Golden Core True Monarch is now carrying me through the void? No wonder my escape speed is so astonishing!
"arrive."
Just then, a faint voice came from ahead.
Su Qing Zhenren followed them out of the void and saw a vast ocean.
It was nighttime, the sea was as black as ink, but a bright moon hung high in the sky!
—The bright moon rises over the sea!
The yin energy dissipated, carrying a sense of tranquility and preservation.
The thin mist dissipated in the distance, revealing a small island.
For some reason, feeling the rushing water vapor and the salty smell of the sea breeze, Master Suqing did not feel unfamiliar at all. Instead, she felt a sense of nostalgia: "When I first achieved the Purple Mansion realm, I wanted to travel the world. If I had known that the scenery overseas was so vast and magnificent, I would have come to the outer sea long ago."
Fang Qing, who was ahead of him, was not so sentimental and landed directly on the island.
According to the karmic connection between Su Qing and me, the divination points to this place—
He leaned on his white bone staff and looked around: "It seems we're not far from the Sunken Moon Sea where Sanmu is hiding."
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"Buddha's disciple—is this the hiding place of the Demon Moon Grandmaster?"
Master Suqing gripped the wooden sword tightly, a beam of emerald green sword light protecting her body.
"It should be good."
Fang Qing took a few steps inside, and suddenly the view opened up before him.
One palace after another appeared, rough but with some Sichuan style.
The pavilions and towers are all complete, and the door frames, beams and pillars are even decorated with silver patterns and silver blocks.
"The sun favors gold, the moon favors silver —"
When he released his divine sense, he saw many natives, most of whom were ordinary people who had been demoted to hard labor to build this palace. However, each of them was incredibly strong, with hands like bird claws that could easily tear rocks. They had feathers growing under their ribs and their backs were swollen high, like two huge camel humps. Some of them had even grown wings. They often served as supervisors and were highly respected among these natives.
Birdman?
Fang Qing inwardly scoffed, then pondered: "According to the local Daoist scriptures, they should be 'feathered people.' I've read quite a few scriptures of the Taiyin Dao, including the phrase 'ascending to immortality through ascension.' Feathered people can fly and escape into the void, living freely and unrestrained, which is quite fitting—"
However, these "feathered people" are probably not some innate descendant, but rather their bloodline mutated under the influence of supernatural powers—and then they were "born" from this state.
"Who dares to invade Tianyu Island?"
With a sharp shout, the winged people flying in mid-air clearly saw Fang Qing and his companion.
Their eyes are as sharp as an eagle's, seeing the night as if it were daytime, and they even work late into the night.
At this moment, after emitting a sharp screech, several streaks of light immediately flew over.
The leader was a winged creature that had reached the peak of the Dao Foundation stage, with snow-white feathers all over its body, completely different from the gray and black winged creatures.
Even from a distance, it looked as if it was wearing a feather-sized garment, with countless luminous rays of the moon flowing between the feathers, transforming into tiny runes that moved about.
"It is truly rare to see a demonic creature with a perfected foundation in the Taiyin Dao."
Su Qing Zhenren stepped forward, two wooden lines appeared on his face, and his eyes instantly turned emerald green.
The winged man flew closer, his expression immediately becoming respectful and humble. He knelt on the ground, crawled forward on his knees, and kowtowed before Master Suqing: "Hua Tianfeng pays respects to Master Suqing—"
Don't be fooled by the fact that Su Qing was manipulated and played around with in the secret realm.
However, in the outside world, he is still the Purple Mansion True Person. Countless Foundation Establishment and Qi Conversion cultivators are nothing more than ants in front of him, and he can decide the life and death of Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivators with a single word.
Even more terrifying is the ability to alter one's thoughts in a single moment!
This shouldn't be considered a supernatural power, but rather some kind of spell? However, for a Foundation Establishment cultivator, spells enhanced by their rank are no different from supernatural powers.
Fang Qing remained silent, for as a Buddhist disciple, he possessed his own dignity.
Then, Master Suqing took the lead in asking, "Where is Yaoyue? Why was such a palace built?"
"We respectfully request that you, True Man, explain why we are called 'Demon Moon'. However, several months ago, a True Man descended upon us, causing our bloodlines to become different. We were naturally conceived and were given the bodies of Feathered People. All the islanders are grateful for the great kindness of that True Man, so they opened up mountains, mined stones, and refined silver to build a palace for that True Man."
The winged people, whose foundation was perfect, stammered in response.
"It wasn't achieved through cultivation, but rather by reaching the Foundation Establishment stage in just a few months?"
Su Qing Zhenren was slightly taken aback.
"Similar to the enlightenment of spirits based on the Earth element, everything is tied to that Purple Mansion position—therefore, it's achieved quickly—"
Fang Qing, however, saw much more.
Such actions are more akin to an imperial decree, and these winged people have no hope of cultivating their own Purple Palace.
Of course, the advantage is that it's extremely quick to learn.
"It's quite astonishing that they managed to tame the island's savages to this extent in just a few months—"
Master Suqing sighed.
If she had come alone, she would have turned around and left upon seeing this scene.
How could someone as powerful as her, a mere early-stage Purple Mansion cultivator, possibly cause such a ruse?
Now, with the Buddha's disciple backing him up, he's quite bold: "Lead the way!"
"yes!"
The Feathered People led the way, and the many mixed-haired Greys along the way cowered and retreated to the side of the road, not daring to question them in the slightest.
Fang Qing then entered the palace with Su Qing Zhenren. They saw white jade steps and exotic flowers and plants all around. Although it was rough, it had a rugged and primitive charm.
In particular, the walls are adorned with various murals, decorated with silver powder, which shimmer like mercury under the moonlight.
It actually came to life and move like a silhouette.
"Um?"
Fang Qing glanced at it and found that it was a scene of many celestial maidens dancing, people dying and being buried, people dying and being resurrected in coffins, and people covered in feathers.
"Is it to treat the dead as if they were alive? The Way of Taiyin is inextricably linked to death—"
"After all, the opposite of childbirth is death!"
He seemed to be deep in thought as he followed the Feathered Clan Elder into a grand hall.
The grand hall was magnificent and vast, supported by thick silver pillars, with a huge round hole in the top that allowed moonlight to shine directly into it, casting a silvery glow on the ground.
The air was thick with the energy of the moon, and the surrounding moonlight was hazy, making the various murals appear and disappear.
Ahead lay a jade-like staircase, divided into ninety-nine steps. At the very top sat a person, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a gentle face and a motherly glow—none other than the Great Immortal Yaoyue!
"Demon Moon!"
For some reason, when Su Qing Zhenren saw Yao Yue Da Zhenren in this state, she took a step back.
She saw endless moonlight fall, wandering throughout the body of the Great Immortal Demon Moon, covering his face with a faint blue aura, and causing silver light to flash between his brows. Four points of silver light converged, outlining a faint moon mark.
The Great Immortal Yaoyue's long, slender, and fair hands gently caressed the zither before him. Four divine powers converged around him, transforming into a full moon behind him. Its cool, radiant light spilled down like mercury, making the palace feel even more serene and imbued with a divine, yin aura.
"Four magical powers?"
"The Great Master Who Masters All Four Laws —"
Su Qing, who had originally intended to draw her sword, hid behind Fang Qing.
"It is truly an honor for me that a disciple of the Buddha has graced us with his presence."
With a slight smile on his face, the Great Master Yaoyue suddenly stood up.
At this moment, silvery-white feathers also grew on her body, with extremely refined lunar essence flowing through them, as if she were wearing a feather coat.
With a gentle wave of her delicate hand, Yaoyue caused the Yaoqin, a magical artifact of the Taiyin realm, to instantly unleash a series of extremely sharp Taiyin rays.
A chilling, mysterious light emanated from the Lesser Yin Cave!
Supernatural Power - Cave Abyss String!
Splash!
The extremely cold and chilling light of the Lesser Yin Cave, enough to make even a Great Master retreat, landed on the white bone prayer beads and exploded, turning into silvery-white fragments, like jade dust and silver ingots, scattered all over the ground.
Fang Qing glanced at the Great True Man Yaoyue with his eyes, which were like dim yellow gemstones, and took a step forward.
Boom!
[Female Earth] Radiance surged, and darkness descended, as if the accumulated earth of darkness was about to bury this palace completely.
Swish!
A figure flashed on the high platform, and the Great Master Yaoyue disappeared without a trace, followed by the appearance of a silver-white palace phantom.
Countless raindrops, mixed with the power of Yin, fell like freezing rain.
As the rain spread, it seemed to carry a wisp of magical power, causing Su Qing Zhenren's expression to change, and she slashed her sword towards her own lower abdomen.
Wow!
A sound like an infant's cry seemed to echo from the void. Under the [Crushing Edge], the wooden sword, seemingly tangible yet elusive, plucked a wisp of illusory flesh from Su Qing's abdomen. This flesh, curled up like an infant, appeared to struggle to grow facial features, but ultimately failed, dissipating into a cloud of bloody energy.
[Dangerous Moon] Supernatural Power - "All Things Grow!"
As for Fang Qing, he doesn't have this hidden danger at all. His status as a Buddhist disciple is far higher than that of the current Great True Man Yaoyue.
Under the "Cleansing of Worldly Ties," no curses or witchcraft can touch you.
He lightly tapped his bone staff on the ground, and the Silver Moon Palace seemed to be subjected to inexplicable and powerful destruction, as if it had undergone another earth-shattering upheaval, with countless palaces collapsing and only ruins remaining.
The Silver Moon Palace has been destroyed! Its very essence may even be damaged!
The torrential rain had dissipated at some point, and a ray of moonlight fell, transforming into a zither, which rolled to the side.
"The instrument is nice, but the person is not—"
Fang Qing took a step forward and stood before the Great Master Yaoyue.
At this moment, the Great Master of the Four Laws knelt on the ground, his feathered robes scattered, his black hair cascading down like a waterfall, his face as white as jade, and a trace of crimson at the corner of his mouth.
"Is this... the Buddha's disciple?"
Even with a perfected Purple Mansion, one is still far from being a match for them.
If all Buddhist disciples are like this, then what about the Buddhas who have attained Buddhahood in this very life?
Upon witnessing this scene, Master Suqing felt no exhilaration at the realization of her vengeance, only a chilling coldness.
"Are you courting death?"
Fang Qing's dim eyes gazed at the [Dangerous Moon] Grand Master shrouded in moonlight, a subtle smile playing on his lips: "You desire gold? You desire the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal of the Taiyin Path!"
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