Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Behind him stood the elite Dragon Guards of Great Qin.

Thousands of golden flying boats hovered in the sky like fortresses, resembling enormous date pits, impenetrable, with only terrifying cannon barrels visible through the sole window.

Without a doubt, this was another of Qin Mo’s devices.

Ying Si sat with a majestic and solemn demeanor, silent, an invisible pressure spreading through space, unknown to anyone what thoughts went through the mind of this Millenium Emperor, who had ruled for many years.

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Mount Qingping, take off!

“Through millennia of mortal dust, a moment sealed.”

“Half by the will of heaven, half by the void.”

“Swept away by the maiden’s eyebrows.”

“A sword that overturns all under heaven, revealing divine skills.”

A startling poetic chant echoed through Qing Ming, suddenly the Heavenly Wind howled furiously, as if the sound of a divine drum beating, morning suona breaking the dawn, high mountains with flowing waters, a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, and many other strange musical melodies arose.

On Mount Qingping, the gate of the Taiji cave suddenly flung open, and a peerless female crowned figure stepped out from her seclusion, brushing the dust off her feet effortlessly.

She was dressed in a Taiji Daoist robe, holding a sword in one hand and carrying a zither in the other, stunningly beautiful, with an ethereal demeanor, a striking speck of Zhu Sha on her forehead, her beauty unparalleled.

Regarding her, the Great Qin State Master once privately remarked that Qingping True Monarch floated like a deity personified, if she kept her mouth shut, perhaps among all the female cultivators in the world, only Yuan Jun, with her broad mind, could possibly rival her.

Yue Qingping stood at the peak of Qingping, her head held high, unparalleled under heaven.

With a light stomp of her lotus foot, vigorous Sword Qi emerged, and she once again lifted a mountain and dashed towards a predetermined location in the Demon Assessing Convention.

Wind like flute, water turns swiftly, momentum rises sharply from the deep valley.

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Rain fine, clouds obscure, a vast expanse charging across thousands of miles.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the divine mountain of Central Continent, Mount Qingping, started moving in and out of Qing Ming.

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“Human realm landscapes overturned, loyal bones buried under green hills, where in the world can one find the art of resurrection, to break and revert the Heavenly Dao.”

“The common folk all say good medicine is bitter, they don’t know the greatest bitterness is having no medicine at this world!”

A sorrowful sigh echoed in the sky, the figure of a mysterious Taoist holding a floating Healing the World appeared, finding himself alone, immediately he started a large bonfire, took out a bunch of prepared flamingo wings and honey from his storage ring, and began to roast them.

As the fat dripped onto the ground, a fragrance filled the air, the Strange Doctor Lang Qianhua’s expression shifted, he then took out an egg the size of a basketball, wrapped it in a jar of red clay, and buried it beneath the fire in the soil.

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“Follow the righteous path, abandon wicked thoughts, within the polarities of black and white, no boundaries exist.”

In another airspace, Huan Shuzi sat upright on a giant black and white chessboard, his presence formidable, a glow emanating from the Lotus Crown upon his head, his cultivation evidently not below that of three breakthrough limits like Shen Hui.

To counter the Demon Lord who was about to cross borders, at the Demon Assessing Convention, Huan Shuzi proposed setting up the Supreme Daoist Sect’s foremost enemy-trapping formation, the Ingenious Chess Formation, to defend against this unprecedented demon.

On the nodes of the black and white chessboard, Shen Hui, Tuo Shan, and other cultivators were arrayed in all directions, spiritual fluctuations continuous within the airspace, they actually began to comprehend the changes in the Great Formation.

“Fellow comrades, hold your positions, all changes in the Great Formation will be managed by me.”

“However, there are some changes that I need to discuss with fellow Taoists.”

“First…”

Huan Shuzi, proficient in the way of black and white chess pieces, only encountered his mentor in middle age and began cultivation.

Initially, his talents were unremarkable, his cultivation progress only considered above average within the Supreme Daoist Sect, but terrifyingly, he had never halted, continually breaking through realms.

When his senior and junior fellow disciples continuously encountered bottlenecks and wasted half their lives, he, much like a divine turtle, might not have the fastest cultivation improvement, but he never stopped progressing.

As he underwent the refinement of time and looked back, he had become the foremost disciple among the Supreme Daoist Sect, swiftly followed by surpassing his sect uncles and his master.

At that time, some cultivators of Lang Qianhua’s generation, envious, directly suggested renaming Lang Qianhua as “Turtle Taoist” for his turtle-like way of doing things.

Faced with these malicious rumors and slander, Lang Qianhua merely smiled faintly.

He gently pushed open the window of his dwelling and, smiling at his indignant disciple who had come to complain, said,

“Foolish child, is the character ‘turtle’ not good?”

“‘Turtle’ represents steadiness, neither hasty nor slow, neither arrogant nor impetuous, dynamic within stillness, still within dynamics.”

“Ignore such idle talk.

When they are dead, I’ll bring some fruits to their graves for a look—that’s all they amount to.”

“All your achievements vanish with your death, not affecting the eternal flow of the rivers.”

Indeed, the graves of those cultivators who had slandered Lang Qianhua now had weeds growing more than three meters tall, some even completely lost, with no one remembering their names.

Under the leadership of Lang Qianhua, the strength of the Supreme Daoist Sect consistently dominated the sects, and the Daoist Sects of the Eastern Continent even suppressed both the Buddhist and Demon Sects.

To this day, Lang Qianhua’s prestige in the Daoist community is immensely high, unshakable by anyone; he even holds considerable repute in the Demon and Buddhist Sects.

When the Great Qin State Master Yi Chengzi consulted Ying Si and evaluated cultivators from various sects around the world, he thoroughly reviewed all available information on Lang Qianhua and finally, with a sigh, gave a high appraisal in four words,

“He is too steady!”

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Just as the Human Realm was frantically mobilizing troops and preparing for the perilous arrival of the Demon Lord, Yi Chen also experienced a small friction on his side.

“Elder, look how many people I’ve brought!” Accompanied by the joyous voice of the Phoenix Head Demonkin, a black protective barrier suddenly rose on the teleportation platform, but ignoring the barrier, the Phoenix Head Demokin, glowing with a faint light, arrived outside the platform.

An old Phoenix Head Demonkin, regal and bearing two pairs of black wings, emerged laughing from the shadows.

Behind him followed a troop of equally formidable eagle-headed demon guards, clad in tough armors.

Their armors were flowing with demonic light, clearly meticulously refined top-quality demon weapons.

“Luan Rui, well done.

In your generation, although you’re not of the purest bloodline, you’re the smartest and have an excellent vision among our tribe.”

“You’ve deceived so many great fools with superb bloodline strength just in one go.”

“Once the Blood Covenant Secret Technique falls into my hands, I will definitely inform the Elder; I will pass on the Secret Technique to you, grant you the bloodline, and let your potential soar!”

“Thank you, Elder!” Luan Rui’s face grew immensely joyful upon hearing this.

He had schemed so painstakingly for so long, all for this moment.

A huge increase in potential, being passed down the Secret Technique, being granted high-grade bloodline resources—what splendid prospects these were.

“Luan Rui, you scoundrel, betrayer of trust!

Your Luan Demon Clan, as the ruling tribe of the Beiji Demon Nation, daring to act so disgracefully, aren’t you afraid of retribution?” A goat-headed old demon, seeing the sudden change, couldn’t help but angrily accuse.

It had unintentionally obtained a secret map in an adventure, knowing that at the fringe of the Thousand Stone Grotto, there was an extremely hidden secret passage into the Thousand Stone Demon Cave.

If it hadn’t been greedy for the teleportation formation mentioned by Luan Rui, receiving the news about the Blood Covenant Demon in the Thousand Stone Demon Cave too late, it wouldn’t have thought of using the Luan Demon merchant’s teleportation formation.

Unfortunately, it never imagined that the Luan Demon Clan, despite being royalty of the Demon Nation, would be so despicable, having gone completely mad, disregarding their tribe’s reputation.

“Luan Rui, I, the old bull, regret listening to your words.

I’m utterly infuriated.

Isn’t your Luan Demon Clan always promoting that Demonkin should keep their word and not fight among themselves?

Why did you deceive us?”

Hearing the curses from many Demonkin, Luan Rui seemed to be listening to heavenly music; he couldn’t help but grin and said, “Did we preach honesty to you?”

“It was just talk; you didn’t really believe it, did you?”

“Keep cursing, keep cursing.

A group of dying people, it’s your honor to contribute to our tribe by enhancing our bloodline strength.” Amid the sinister laughter of the Phoenix Head Demonkin, Yi Chen’s mouth twitched slightly.

The Demonkin of the Demon Realm really lack manners.

He had originally thought that the Luan Demon Clan would trip him up with a blood covenant or other schemes, but who knew that right upon appearance, he’d end up being slaughtered.

This trip to Northern Yuan City’s teleportation platform, damn, turned out to be a layover in Northern Myanmar.