Chapter 1845: Embryo

y..."Qin Sang told Bai Jianjing about the situation."The voice from the puppet bag was white, "This sword path, plus the six layers of puppets in front, does indeed resemble a place where certain sect...Stay indoors and do not go out.

Or one could perhaps weather this storm.

But Qin Sang had to consider that if the Wantian Dao Court and Gui Fang Guo fought within the Zhitan, it would shake up the Zhitan's order, causing hallucinations to run rampant, and even lead to destruction. He wondered if his own cave dwelling could even remain safe.

Finding another cave is not difficult, but transferring the flower spirit is.

Looking down at the field of flowers, Qin Sang couldn't help but sigh softly. Flowers are delicate and rare to find in a whole field.

Moreover, transferring a flower spirit's essence would inevitably damage its vital energy. Even if the damage was minimal and it could immediately locate the flower field, it would take over a hundred years to make up for it. If things went awry, it could even lead to the flower spirit's energy channels being severed, causing it to wither instantly.

Hua Ling was unable to produce flower dew before recovery, and the remaining pulp of the poisonous fruit was far from enough to support his cultivation to the peak of the Divine Transformation Stage.

Practice will be affected, so it is important to proceed with caution.

Qin Sang retracted his gaze, scanning the entire flower field space. His eyes flashed, taking in the entire formation at a glance.

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After a moment of contemplation, Qin Sang crossed his legs and sat down. He activated his true essence and cast incantations. Transparent talismans appeared before him, shimmering as they flew towards each node of the formation.

With the constant strikes of his seals, Qin Sang's cultivation base also became increasingly strained, his breath growing rapid as he endured a massive drain on his energy.

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The incident happened suddenly, leaving Qin Sang with no choice but to do everything in his power to enhance the power of the formation, hoping that when the unforeseen event arrived, it would be able to protect the flower field.

If the grand formation can't withstand the storm, Qin Sang will have no choice but to relocate the Flower Spirit and move his cave dwelling.

After a busy period, there was no visible change. However, being in the space, one could clearly feel that the connection of Qi in the flower field had become tighter.

Having done that, Qin Sang stood up, his heart slightly agitated, and then remembered another matter that also needed to be prepared for.

As the saying goes, even if a tree wishes to be still, the wind will not cease.

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He didn't want to be caught in the storm, but he couldn't guarantee that disaster wouldn't find him. Now, there were countless powerful figures in the arena of power, and the other two sides outnumbered him. As a third-party force, his strength was the weakest.

If you get dragged into it, it will be hard to explain yourself and you won't be able to escape. You only have one option: fight!

His escapism skills were rare, but they could only be used for escape and weren't enough.

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Qin Sang thought of another illusionary scene, the primeval forest where he had helped him slay Li Hou in the past. There, the spiritual energy of the trees was endless. In the midst of the forest, he relied on the body of a spirit tree and was almost invincible.

Over the years, Qin Sang had found several illusions imbued with wood spirit energy in his travels, but none compared to this place.

Even if the hidden masters of Dao Ting and Gui Fang Guo were powerful, it would be impossible for them to instantly kill him. As long as they reached a stalemate, Qin Sang would not fear any opponent.

Having thought of this, Qin Sang once again left the space of the flower field.

He had long ago opened a path between his cave dwelling and the forest, passing through layers of illusions, and soon arrived at the realm of the forest.

Stepping into the forest, the refreshing aura of wood spirits washed over Qin Sang, making him feel invigorated and refreshed.

The traces left by the great war of old have been erased. Trees destroyed by the fighting have grown back, filling the landscape with a lush and vibrant scene.

If it weren't for the distance from the flower field, making it inconvenient to collect morning dew, Qin Sang would have wanted to open a cave here.

For him, the jungle was undoubtedly the best battlefield. There was no need for further action, and the incident happened suddenly. Qin Sang had only made some simple arrangements.

Scanning his gaze over the jungle, Qin Sang nodded secretly and did not linger too long before setting off to other places.

Next, Qin Sang successively arrived at several illusionary battlefields, all of which he had carefully chosen. They were imbued with the essence of wood spirits.

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When busy, Qin Sang would occasionally raise her head and look towards the depths of the imperial court.

During this period, it is presumed that both sides' powerhouses have delved deep into the arena of cultivation. The arena remains peaceful as ever, yet whenever Qin Sang contemplates the massive armies outside, a sense of oppression lingers and refuses to dissipate.

> Do one's best and await Heaven's will.

After his cultivation recovered, Qin Sang rarely felt this powerless. He sighed inwardly and left the last chosen phantom scene, returning to his cave abode.

Halfway through the journey, Qin Sang seemed to sense something. He abruptly turned around, and his eyes immediately transformed into a pair of golden pupils.

Gold light!

A familiar scene plays out again.

Qin Sang stared intently at the depths of the dais, where golden light surged into the sky like a tidal wave breaking its banks. It swept over each illusion one after another, bathing Qin Sang's entire body in gold, as if casting him in molten metal.

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The golden light was unrelenting, surging past Qin Sang and spreading further.

In the blink of an eye, the entire political arena was probably rippling with a golden ocean.

The golden light appeared too suddenly. From the depths of the Yuan Zhi Tan, by the time Qin Sang realized it, he could no longer lock onto the source of the golden light, only roughly judging a region.

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"The source seems inconsistent with the last time..."

Qin Sang's memory of the last time the golden light erupted was vivid. A thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't hesitate. He immediately mounted his escaping light and flew towards the cave abode.

Throughout the chaotic flying, Qin Sang's mind remained tense. His strength had grown immensely, but within the governing hall, there were numerous figures who could threaten his life.

Those seemingly tranquil visions might just be temporarily subdued. Once ignited by the golden light, they will instantly transform into desolate wastelands.

The burst of gold lasted only an instant, and soon signs of fading appeared. However, the speed of fading was far slower than the speed of its explosion.

Qin Sang's speed did not decrease at all. During the process of flying, he gradually discovered the difference.

This time, the burst of golden light was no less powerful than last time, but the effect it had on the illusion was far less significant.

Thinking back on the past, countless illusions fluctuated, dangers lurking everywhere.

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And now, most phantasms remain unchanged. Only those that were already somewhat unstable stir with slight ripples. As the golden light fades, they soon return to calm.

The difference between the two golden lights meant nothing to Qin Sang, who returned to the flower field with his doubts.

Qin Sang stood at the edge of the flower field, carefully observing the spirit flowers and then entered his Dantian to check the poisonous fruit.

The poisonous fruit was clearly shriveled because too much of its juice had been extracted. It didn't appear to be affected by the golden light.

Qin Sang exited his meditative state, directly sitting cross-legged outside the poison's acupoint. Once he found the formation's foundation wavering, he would not hesitate to destroy the Acupoint Formation if it meant harvesting the poisonous fruit first.

With the situation unstable, Qin Sang had no heart for cultivation. He stared outside the flower field, his mind flashing with images of his divine abilities and treasures.

After a period of time.

Qin Sang's body was suddenly enveloped in five-colored divine light, and the Five Elements Crown rotated slowly within the light.

After obtaining this treasure, Qin Sang continuously conducted deductions and had already confirmed that his initial idea was feasible. He would guide the demon spirit to devour it himself and gradually gain its recognition.

The process of devouring is very slow, and achieving a celestial spirit treasure is even more distant. Qin Sang doesn't have any expectations for the time being, so he has other plans in mind.

Before the demon soul is fully absorbed, can it be wielded against enemies

After several attempts, Qin Sang discovered that his disguise was gradually gaining the trust of the demonic spirits. As long as he was careful enough to avoid startling them, there was a chance of success.

The Five Elements Crown gave birth to humanoid demon spirits, though not from orthodox sources, it was extremely rare. The Wandering Sword is also a spiritual treasure, but its power is somewhat inferior.

Qin Sang lightly rubbed his chin, gazing at Wu Xing Mian, lost in thought.

Deep within the imperial court.

Manjiang and his party were carefully navigating the illusory realm.

As the golden light burst forth, it was visible throughout the entire treatment altar. All the cultivators and demon cultivators who had entered the altar stopped and stared at the source of the golden light, their expressions varied.

All the people like Wan Zhenren are the same.

They didn't need to communicate, their cooperation was seamless. The moment a change occurred, they shifted their formation and guarded their surroundings.

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Wan Zhensheng and the old Taoist priest continued to stare at the source of the golden light until it faded away.

Having personally experienced the last Golden Transformation, Wan Zhen quickly realized the difference in this golden light. He immediately led the crowd of true cultivators on a circle around several nearby illusions, confirming his suspicions. He transmitted his voice and said: "Senior Uncle, this golden light's power is inferior to the last time. Could it be a ruse"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wan Zhen saw the old Taoist priest pinch a jade talisman in his hand, close his eyes, and seem to be sensing something. He hurriedly shut his mouth and remained silent.

Unless otherwise ordered, Wan Zhuren commanded everyone to continue searching forward instead of approaching the source of the golden light.

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After the tea, the old Taoist slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Don't worry about it for now. This kind of phenomenon was expected and doesn't prove that the Divine Court is really there. There will be nearby colleagues who will go to check it out. It could also be a trick of demons. We have similar preparations to confuse the demon's vision. You'll know in a while."

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As the old Taoist had expected, a group of real people near the source of gold light immediately changed direction and approached.

Wan Zhenren responded with a "yes," but doubt clouded his mind. If the golden light wasn't a fabrication by demons, could it be that the Divine Court still existed, hidden from view behind a veil of secrecy

That day, the old Taoist told him about the origin of the Divine Court, but he did not describe it in detail nor tell him what to do after finding it.

Wan Zhuren had no concept of the image of the Divine Court, couldn't imagine what it looked like. Perhaps it was vast and boundless, or perhaps it hid within the unseen, even as small as a mustard seed. He even doubted that the Divine Court was a real thing.

At that very moment, another group of real people were gradually approaching the source of the golden light.

There were five people in total, three men and two women. They all wore ordinary Taoist robes, had their hair tied up in high buns, and the leader was a young woman who looked to be about twenty years old.

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The other four had a range of ages, both young and old, but all possessed an air of detachment from the world.

The five figures weren't standing close together, there was always some distance between them, but the formation gave a feeling of being tightly knit and inseparable, which was very strange.

The young maiden stood at the front, her eyes sharp as lightning, seeming to pierce through the illusion and see the source of the golden light.

The further forward they went, the more dazzling and intense the golden light became. It was as if they were swimming in a sea of gold.

A wisp of white vapor rose, gathering above the young maiden's head and transforming into a jade tablet, suspended above her.

The remaining four true persons looked solemn and each took out their protective treasures.

Judging from its divine radiance and imposing aura, it should be a spiritual treasure, the highest rank being that of a young maiden's white jade scepter.

'Boom!'

The white jade ruler trembled slightly, and the crowd immediately stopped. A white silk ribbon shot out from the jade ruler, flying forward against the golden light.

Under the influence of the golden light, the visions surrounding them became chaotic. Wherever Pilien passed, the chaos would immediately subside, forming a stable path. The Zhens seized the opportunity to accelerate and raced after Pilien at full speed.

“The Master should be just ahead, be careful...”

A real person behind spoke up.

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The young woman nodded slightly. She wasn't a member of the Daoist court, but rather the head of the Jingquan Guan on Yuehong Mountain, whose mountain gate was located in Zhongmao. This time, she entered the altar at her master's order, and her master also came, being one of the other women among the five.

Just like the former abbot of Jingquan Temple and the old Taoist priest, he also severed his cultivation and infiltrated the medical world.

The other three were also the heads of other temples or sects.

The Ten Directions Forest and Taoist Halls are interdependent, their fates intertwined. The conflict within the Divine Court concerns the rise and fall of the Taoist path; they must advance and retreat together.

Although the young woman knew her master was protecting her from behind, she dared not relax in the slightest, lest she be unprepared and disgrace the reputation of Jingquan Temple.

She tapped with her jade finger, and a rune shadow appeared in the void. It flashed and disappeared into the white jade tablet. In an instant, the precious light shone brightly, splitting into eight shadowy phantoms of the tablet.

Eight jade tablets arranged according to the eight trigrams and compass directions, their lights intermingling like a single entity, rotating and separating from their base before flying forward.

The shadow of the tablet spun faster and faster, manifesting a swirling image of the Bagua compass in the void. Wherever it passed, chaos subsided, and golden light scattered away.

The next moment, everyone's eyes widened in unison.

Only the shadow of the jade tablet could be seen, in the depths of gold, there was something hidden, extraordinary indeed.

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This object was not in front of them, and between them and it lay a veil of illusion. The crowd immediately quickened their pace and finally made out its outline.

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This object is the size of a baby, shaped like an egg. It hangs in mid-air, rising and falling, as if breathing, like a nascent embryo about to be born.

In Daoist legends, there is a saying that the primordial fetus divides heaven and earth and gives birth to all things.

This, of course, could not be a true celestial embryo, but it was wondrous enough to deeply captivate everyone’s gaze.

The golden light is fading, flowing back into the nascent form.

The fetal movements quickened, as if something were about to be born.

Everyone held their breath, not forgetting to check the jade talisman in their hands. They found that the jade talisman's glow was also changing, fluctuating between light and dark in a pattern that echoed the rise and fall of the nascent soul, resonating with each other.

Although the jade talisman's effects weren't as apparent as expected, no one dared to make a definitive judgment for fear of missing an opportunity.

After a brief exchange, the young woman in white didn't retract her phantom staff and continued leading the way, breaking through the final layer of illusion.

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Meanwhile, everyone's expressions grew increasingly vigilant as they braced for a potential demonic ambush.

Zhong Zhen quickly passed through the last layer of illusion and saw a vast expanse of auspicious clouds ahead.

The nascent being was floating in auspicious clouds, having swelled to twice its former size.

As she stepped out of the illusion, the young maiden quickly scanned the surroundings of the nascent soul, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

There are no demons nearby!

If the demons discovered the Divine Court, could they have already entered it

At that moment, Master's voice suddenly entered my ears, "Retreat!"

A young woman, for reasons unknown, out of trust in her master, hesitantly drew back the foot she had already taken. She quickly retreated backward.

The other real people, needing no reminder, immediately flew back upon seeing the maiden's movements.

At the same time, the shadow of the writing tablet surged, adding a few points of ferocity, like a blade wheel, swiftly cleaving the primordial embryo.

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Its trajectory points directly at the center of the Yūtan.

As the embryo was about to be cut open, with a 'bang', it suddenly shattered, turning into golden light that shot in all directions.

Inside the womb, there is nothing.

As the embryo shattered, ghostly laughter echoed around the gathered cultivators, wavering yet omnipresent.

Suddenly, the surroundings turned dark and gloomy. Murky waves surged around, like falling into a mire of filth.

All eyes widened, a change swept over their expressions. They instinctively felt the shifting energy around them, unaware they had fallen into an ambush!

A soft sigh.

The woman behind gracefully stepped forward, each step measured and precise. Her jade hand glided softly across something, accompanied by a chant resonating through the air.

The crown of jade adorns the morning, and clouds are veiled in rosy hues.

The Five Evils depart swiftly, the Eight Scenes become bright.

The stream babbles, a clear spring flowing from unknown origins. Wherever it passes, the sky is bright and the air is fresh, washing away all filth.

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