Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme-Chapter 685 - 438: Rise Again_2

Do I really have to kill my way up Fulong Mountain?

Impossible, right?

That’s the Ancient Sect’s Blessed Land!

The man had just forced the Dry Prosperous Monk to yield with the "Extreme Bet Life Skill," which shows that his strength is probably between the Third Realm. He may be stronger than a Golden Core Cultivator like Dry Prosperous Monk, but there are more than just Golden Cores in the Ancient Sect’s Blessed Land.

Those Grand Cultivators of the Blessed Land, the Ancient Sect Patriarch, each one possesses immense Divine Powers and great Mana. For a Martial Man in the Third Realm, it may be acceptable to be reckless in the mortal world, but would he dare to cause trouble in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land?

It doesn’t make sense, both emotionally and logically.

But the less sense it made, the stronger Nie Hailong’s premonition and intuition became.

After all, this Martial Frenzied Rascal has never played by the rules.

...

And so, several days later.

At Longhai Security Bureau, the Director’s office.

"Could it be... I’m overthinking it?"

Nie Hailong was holding his computer, looking at the replay with a frown, utterly puzzled.

Several days passed, all was calm,

No reaction came from Fulong Mountain,

And there was no movement from the Martial Frenzied Rascal either.

As for the Ye Family... dead men tell no tales.

Although the influence fermented and undercurrents stirred, on the surface, it seemed like the matter had passed.

It was a big deal reduced to a small one, and even a small affair soon forgotten, destined to be lost in the memories of the public after some time.

Even Nie Hailong began to doubt his professional intuition and instincts.

"Director!"

The assistant entered the room and reported, "Everything is ready."

"..."

Nie Hailong remained silent for a while before finally setting down the computer and standing up to leave.

A few days were neither too long nor too short, enough to have everything sorted out. Next was to meet with Divine Doctor Qian to put a satisfactory full stop to this matter.

However...

"Buzz!"

Just as he stepped out of the office, his cell phone began to ring.

Nie Hailong stiffened, his eyes focused sharply, and he looked down at the vibrating pocket, hesitating to move.

"..."

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The assistant watched this and fell silent as well.

Their Director’s "Martial Frenzied Rascal PTSD" was getting more serious.

After a moment, Nie Hailong steadied his heart and with some difficulty took out his phone from his pocket.

"Update alert, the streamer you’re following—Mingxiao Taoist Temple’s Shi Jian has started broadcasting."

"..."

Silently looking at the update alert on the screen, Nie Hailong fell into a silent contemplation.

He knew it, he knew it; nothing was ever that simple with this matter!

"What the heck?"

"Where is this?"

"The Taoist man is actually streaming?"

"The sun hasn’t risen from the west today."

"Looks like some remote mountain forest."

"Are we finally going to be taught how to cultivate immortality?"

The jam-packed streaming room was now even more crowded, with countless comments zooming past.

Luckily, the stream was divided, causing no hindrance to viewing.

In the frame was a deep and remote mountain wilderness, as far as the eye could see, lush and full of its primitive charm.

"This is...!"

The Cultivators watching were also focusing, displaying shocked expressions.

Because before they could guess, subtitles appeared in the frame.

"Shu Region!"

"Fulong Mountain!"

Shu Region has many Immortal Mountains, with E’mei towering matchless.

People attempt to climb them for the view, to witness the extraordinary wonders that are beyond comprehension.

Since ancient times, the Land of Bashu is full of mountains and streams, with peculiar terrains where often can be heard tales of swordsmen and even legends of flying immortals.

Fulong Mountain is one of the mountains of Shu, resembling a coiling Jiao Dragon huddled among myriad mountains, exuding spiritual elegance clearly marking it as no ordinary place.

On such a mountain, at one of its supreme peaks.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

As they mount the peak and overlook the lesser hills,

On this paramount summit, the fierce wind howled, and surprisingly, there stood an altar, built according to the Nine Ceremony and erected in tribute to the heavens.

On the Nine Ceremony High Altar, standing at the pinnacle, was a figure wearing a Supreme Purity Fish-Tail Crown, draped in a Five-Colored Rainbow Robe, with the Dust Brush of Taoist Magic in hand, majestic in their Nine Rituals celestial grace.

It was...

"Mingxiao Taoist Temple!"

"Shi Jian!?"

"What is he trying to do?"

Witnessing the Taoist Man dressed so solemnly, standing on the altar at the summit of Fulong Mountain, everyone was even more astounded.

What is he trying to do?

With such an array set up, it’s broadcasted live for all to see.

Could it be that there will truly be a confrontation at Fulong Mountain’s gates, to meet with Ancient Sect’s blessed land in a life-and-death struggle?

The cultivators were horrified, at a loss for words.

The rest, however, failed to grasp the severity of the situation, still joking and chatting in the live stream.

"Why are you sitting so high up?"

"How did they set up this altar?"

"Is the Taoist man about to perform a ritual?"

"May the great immortal bless me to win five million..."

People continued their jests, oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

Atop the altar, the Taoist man sat in silence, an image of solemnity.

Seeing this, people began to sense something, and the sounds of joking gradually faded.

Suddenly...

"Whoosh!"

A wild wind howled, piercing and cold.

The Taoist man opened his eyes, looked to the heavens, and murmured, "The time has come!"

"Time?"

"What time?"

The crowd was stunned, questions arising in their hearts, but before anyone could voice them, they saw the Taoist man rise.

The Taoist man stood, put away his horsetail whisk, and approached the incense table. He first offered three sticks of incense, then bowed deeply in respect.

Following that, the magical drums to his left and right began to beat on their own, thundering in twenty-four bursts that echoed through the mountains.

Amidst the drumming, the Taoist man grasped his Law Sword, performed the Gang Fight Step, and began to chant. Experience new tales on novelbuddy

"Qingyang’s illusionary shadow, Sun Returning Spirit, Divine Tiger Warding Off Evil, celestial bells in flight, crushing the wicked and eradicating trials, binding all demons in form, Nine Faints Returning Path, Eight Majesties Capturing Essence, thousands validate the true records, Three Origins purify, left roar in central yellow, right command the six Ding, seven turns and eight joins, revolving the Heavenly Scripture, sacred transformation majestic, three Dao in smooth ascent, Qing Yun flows and spreads, integrating into Huang Ting..."

"Supreme Heaven’s Mysterious Origin begins, One Qi Transforming Birth reveals the Venerable Lord, The True Infinite Way of the Three Pure Ones, the High Heaven’s Golden Que and the Jade Emperor..."

"I earnestly request, first may Spirit Light descend to illuminate, second may the Dao’s moon shine brightly, third may grace proclaim in the nine lands, fourth may sincerity reach the nine heavens, fifth may True Spirits convene, sixth may the Dao’s Qi encircle, seventh may Heaven open wide, eighth may hell be destroyed, ninth may Mysterious Skill universally cover, tenth may we ride the scenery and soar, eleventh may virtue be embraced by all under heaven, twelfth may the Dao transform effortlessly."

"With utmost sincerity, I call upon the supreme authority of the Three Realms, the saints of the ten directions, the Jade Capital’s Golden Que, the Heavenly Emperor so true, the revered saints of the ten directions, all officials of the Three Realms, and all majestic spirits!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The chanting and drumming, like thunder, shook the heavens.

In an instant, the wind whipped up clouds, sand and stones flew, and darkness fell over the land.

"What...!?"

Seeing this spectacle, not just ordinary people, but even the cultivators were struck dumb with astonishment.

"Is this..."

"A formation?"

"No, these are Ritual Skills!"

"He’s performing a ritual to the heavens?"

"Daring to conduct such a ritual alone?"

"What tier has his cultivation reached?"

"Could he be intending to use this to force his way into Fulong Mountain’s blessed land?"

"No, it’s not possible. Inside Fulong Mountain there are Great Cultivators of Deity Transformation, even an ancient ancestor sealed within a Black Coffin of Return to Void, and with the blessed land’s Sect, its formidable formations, it holds all the advantages of time and location..."

"Advantages of time!?"

The cultivators’ pupils shrank, a sudden realization struck them, and they were even more shocked.

At that moment...

"Qiankun so clear, the sun and moon so bright, now there are cultivators at Fulong Mountain who are oblivious to heavenly retribution and karmic consequence, ignorant of human hearts and contrary to order, acting perversely, to the wrath of gods and humans..."

"I respectfully beseech, Nine Rituals Heavenly Venerate, make the virtue of the Dao apparent, eliminate this evil, align with heaven and satisfy humanity, clarify all under heaven..."

"Go!!!"

The Taoist man presented a paper edict that lighted without flame, turned into a thread of blue smoke, and following the sword’s command, shot straight toward the nine heavens.

Instantly...

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Dark clouds descended, sand and stones flew; Yang Yun spread far and wide, filling the sky in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

At last, a thunderous roar resounded, lightning struck down on Fulong Mountain, at a place seemingly empty.

Suddenly, amidst the startling thunder, the void dissipated, revealing a gate, behind which lay indescribable beauty: jade-like steps, a path winding through secluded spots, pavilions and towers everywhere, palaces and temples layered upon each other – was this a Cave Heaven Blessed Land, a blessed land of the Immortal Clan?

"What is...!?"

At the same time, within Fulong Mountain.

Within the Sect Master’s Cave Mansion, a Taoist man sat alone, his eyes firmly closed, brows twitching, revealing an unease.

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion resounded, shaking the entire hall.

"!!!"

The Taoist man abruptly opened his eyes in alarm: "How is this possible?"

"Why has the force of the Heavenly Dao’s operation suddenly surged, pressuring my blessed land’s Sect gates?"

"Although our second patriarch emerged from seclusion and predicted the collapse of Fulong Mountain’s blessed land, there was still at least a fifty-year period to accumulate merit and confront the catastrophe!"

"Why, why?"

His eyes filled with shock, he suddenly realized: "Someone is plotting against Fulong Mountain?"

"Ah!!!"

"Boom!!!"

In an instant, as the thunder sounded, the Taoist man, disregarding his composure, flew out of the Cave Mansion and directed towards the ancestral hall.

But halfway there, he saw lightning tear apart the blessed land’s void, and with a mighty explosion, burst into the gates.

The catastrophe—had arrived!