The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

Chapter 683: Originally a Fairy
The dry black earth undulates. To the east, there is a relic covering an area of ​​160,000 miles. It is shaped like a semicircle and is right next to the edge of this dirty space.

In the eyes of onlookers, the ruins of this sect, which was far larger than the great sects in the virtual world, seemed to be split in two, and what they saw was the half that was in the filthy space.

There is a mountain gate standing outside the ruins. It has decayed into mud, but three words can still be vaguely made out: Dongyang Palace.

Under the white moonlight, outside the ruins of Dongyang Palace, four Taoist artifacts from four major forces, namely Tianchan Palace, Dinu Palace, Xueling Sect, and Yuezuo, were suspended in the air.

More than three hundred immortals entered the ruins of Dongyang Palace. In addition to the immortals and Buddhas sent by the four families, the ones driven to the front were the Shangguan clan's spiritual tribe.

The quasi-leader of the family became a puppet of the evil Buddha, and the elders suffered heavy casualties. The Shangguan Immortal became a pathfinder.

Among the more than sixty Shangguan immortals, Shangguan Ya was wearing a torn red and pink robe. Her figure remained graceful, but her expression lacked the charm of the past.

The other Shangguan clan immortals were similar, with dejected looks, trembling with fear, and slowing down their steps.

They entered the mountain gate thousands of miles deep. Every palace, pavilion, mountain, rock, and even a road around them formed some kind of mysterious formation.

Although everything had decayed into mud, not a single palace or building had collapsed, and the mummies of spiritual beasts on the roadside were fuller than those in other ruins.

When they arrived here, their spiritual consciousness could not extend out, and their vision to the outside world was also blurry.

"Uncle, we can't go any further." Shangguan Ya looked at the middle-aged man in blue in front of her, with sadness in her tone.

Less than three miles ahead, on every path, she saw other immortals and Buddhas who had died violently, humans, demons, beasts, monsters, and even evil spirits who had died.

The bodies of every dead immortal or Buddha are intact, but their spirituality is completely gone. It seems as if their spirit has been sucked away, leaving them completely empty shells.

A middle-aged man in blue, the only surviving perfect second-body immortal in the Shangguan clan, and the eldest elder of the Shangguan clan.

"If we don't find something useful, they won't allow us to retreat. If we stay here too long, we will die from exhaustion. We can only risk our lives to explore forward."

The man had a calm expression, without any hatred on his face, and he pointed to one of the dozens of paths ahead.

There were more than a dozen empty shells on this road, and at the end of the road there was a living person walking forward. His experience was similar to theirs, with a slight difference: that person was being chased and fled into this place.

The man he pointed at had a ferocious expression, and was followed by an evil golden crow. It was Liu Feng's first filthy and evil body.

"Follow him, there might be a chance of survival."

"Listen to my uncle. As long as some of our clan members can get out alive, we will have a chance to revive our clan in the future."

Shangguan Ya and other clan members surrounded the great elder, and a group of more than sixty people followed behind Liu Feng'e.

Ten miles further back, the immortals and Buddhas sent by the four families looked no more cheerful than the immortal Shangguan, because they were also pathfinders.

All the disciples sent in will die, and only those at the level of True Immortals and True Buddhas can come in.

At this time, more than forty deacons of the Blood Spirit Sect and sixteen Blood Spirit disciples were traveling together.

The short figure sandwiched in the middle was particularly conspicuous, with a ponytail behind her head. It was none other than Xue Lingzi Zhou Wan.

With the benefits she got in the world of gods, this woman successfully transformed into a Gu Immortal. Although her strength is stronger than that of ordinary True Immortals, she still ranks low among many Blood Spirits. She cannot avoid any bad luck.

There was also a Blood Spirit Sect immortal who was a pathfinder present. She was stronger than the deacon immortal and other Blood Spirit disciples who were ranked lower, so she could walk in the middle.

"Senior Sister Zhou, look, two more deacons are missing." The dark-complexioned and plump Xue Lingzi suddenly turned his head to the right.

Zhou Wan's face was grim. She glanced sideways and found that the two deacons were stiff in place, and she had no idea how they died.

"This is not a place where True Immortals can enter without permission. The elders should be allowed to come in. We are here to try our luck with our lives. It will be considered lucky if a few of us can get out alive."

"Speaking of this damn place, besides mummies, there are only the empty shells of people who died recently. Why do I feel this place looks more and more familiar the more I walk."

Zhou Wan muttered to herself while cursing the Blood Spirit Cult elder in her heart.

The dark-skinned junior sister beside him nodded and said, "Senior Sister Zhou, I also felt something strange after coming in from Tianyin Mountain, as if I had been to this world before."

Zhou Wan shook her head, her eyes fell on Shangguan in front, then looked at the beastly body of Liu that Shangguan was following, and said in a deep voice: "We will take this road too, follow them."

Along the way, they and the other three families were following behind the Shangguan family. The path was winding and deep, and there was no formation left behind, so it was unobstructed.

However, as they went deeper inward, when they reached a distance of 60,000 miles, only half of the more than 300 immortals and Buddhas from the Blood Spirit Sect, the Imperial Daughter Palace, the Tianchan Palace, the Yuehou Clan, and the Shangguan Family remained.

While feeling anxious, Zhou Wan saw the beastly body of Liu leave the path and turn into a dilapidated hall.

According to the experience gained over the years at the cost of their lives, 99% of the immortals and Buddhas who enter the hall are bound to die, and even elders have lost their lives.

"Liu the beast's evil body has already become a second-life immortal, and the evil Golden Crow beside him is not bad either. Maybe he can leave the temple alive... Let's go closer and take a look."

There were less than thirty Blood Spirit Sons and Deacons of the True Immortal Sect at this moment, and they came to the gate of the temple with several other families.

Looking inside the hall, the eyes of all the immortals and Buddhas who had survived here lit up. They saw a picture made of flesh and blood on the wall of the hall.

Compared to the decayed and unclear murals elsewhere, this bloody and fleshy diagram is clearly discernible, and represents several methods of cultivation.

"Senior Sister Zhou, let's quickly write it down and send out these Dongyang Palace skills with our incarnations. I think it should be enough to get the job done." The dark-skinned sister said happily.

While the others were looking at the flesh and blood map, Zhou Wan widened her eyes and stared at a dark room in the hall, where the evil body of Liu the beast was.

What surprised her was that there was a man in Taoist robes in front of Liu Beast's evil body. He had a middle-aged appearance, a Taoist hat tied high, and an extraordinary demeanor. His facial features were actually somewhat similar to Liu Beast's.

The middle-aged Taoist priest paced in front of the wooden shelf with his hands behind his back, as if checking the classics in the alchemy room. His figure was as ethereal as smoke, as if he would disappear at any time.

After watching for a while, the Taoist walked out of the hall. Liu Feng followed him out of the hall without lagging behind, ignoring the nearly 150 immortals and Buddhas who were there to die. He followed the middle-aged Taoist through the path and walked towards a riverbed.

The eyes of Shangguan family and the four immortal Buddhas flickered with surprise and doubt in their eyes. After hesitating for a while, most of them stayed outside the hall to continue memorizing the methods.

Less than twenty people followed the middle-aged Taoist priest, among them were the Shangguan clan’s great elder, Shangguan Ya, and Zhou Wan.

"Senior Sister Zhou, please don't go any further. We just need to memorize the Dongyang Palace's methods and we'll be done."

Zhou Wan heard her junior sister's call from behind, but she ignored it and stared straight at Liu the beast and the middle-aged Taoist.

Based on her understanding of Liu Chusheng, her intuition told her that the middle-aged Taoist was not a simple person.

Walking along the path, we approached the riverbed, which was sunken more than a hundred feet beneath the earth. It had been dry for who knows how many years. There was no water flowing, but there was a layer of evil flesh and blood.

Among the nearly twenty people who followed, six were immortals or above, most of them were from the Shangguan family, and they were all whispering.

"It's not that our predecessors are obsessed with us. They can't even talk to us. At most, it's just an unconscious regret."

"This Taoist looks exactly like Liu Feng, how could they not be connected by karma?"

"Look everyone, there are other people walking on the riverbed."

Zhou Wan looked at the riverbed which was three hundred miles wide and saw Liu Feng's evil figure on the riverbed moving farther and farther away.

"The regret is that I am unconscious and unaware? That's not right..." As she looked at it, the corner of her eye twitched suddenly, and she saw that the middle-aged Taoist seemed to be leading the way for Liu Feng's evil body.

Because of the arrival of the Liu beast, not only did the middle-aged Taoist priest who looked like Liu Feng behave differently, but the other regrettable figures on the riverbed also seemed abnormal.

It was as if he was meeting a fellow Taoist again, and he actually nodded in greeting.

"I don't know which era these old guys are from. Their realm must be unfathomable. Maybe they are the former leaders... Are they all acquainted with Liu the beast?"

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Her little face showed a mixture of nervousness and excitement, and she had a vague feeling that she might just happen to witness the birth of her baby.

While looking at the seven regrets on the riverbed, Zhou Wan heard the originally silent palaces, pavilions and even paths, which suddenly became noisy.

There seemed to be a lot of people coming and going, chatting and greeting each other, and it seemed like there were people sitting by the river and discussing.

In a moment, the sounds around her went from blurry to clearly audible. Zhou Wan had time to look at Liu Feng again, her heart sank, and her face instantly turned pale.

In her pupils, there were green mountains and clear waters, as well as a great gate built among the mountains.

The ruins of Dongyang Palace seen in the field of vision were a dead place with no living people the moment before, but at this moment it was as if time had gone back and all the rotten things were returning to their original state.

At the same time, the other twenty people nearby, as well as the more than 130 people who were carefully observing the flesh and blood map in front of the hall ten miles away, all showed expressions of horror.

Obviously, all the living people who broke into this place saw the changes in the Taoist Palace.

Without any warning, the bodies of more than 40 out of the 150 people stiffened, and they became empty shells just like their dead companions.

But at this time it was clearly visible that those people's bodies were stiff, their souls had left their bodies, and they walked towards the people coming and going in the Taoist Palace. In the blink of an eye, their souls dissipated, as if they were sucked into the bodies of the Taoist Palace disciples.

After realizing the cause of death of their companions, most of the remaining one hundred people instantly turned into light and used their secret techniques to flee for their lives out of the mountain gate.

"Bang, bang bang..."

Corpses fell to the ground one after another, and the immortals and Buddhas who tried to escape died one after another.

"It's an illusion, an illusion, I can't see it! Don't kill me!" Zhou Wan was so frightened that she stood beside the riverbed, covering her eyes with her hands, not daring to move and run for her life.

However, she vaguely realized that someone was pulling at the corner of her clothes, and a girl's soft voice sounded in her ears.

"Senior Sister Huijizi, today it is your turn to preach to the fellow disciples."

Along with the voice, many footsteps were heard approaching, and it seemed that many junior brothers and sisters were coming.

In an instant, Zhou Wan felt a chill all over her body. When she thought of the familiar feeling, she turned around in fear and fled to the riverbed.

A moment before leaving, she saw out of the corner of her eye that there were hundreds of young men and women standing by the river, all looking at her.

But when they looked again, hundreds of young men and women turned to look at the woman in Taoist robes who was strolling in the mountains.

The woman was in her twenties, with a fair complexion, delicate features, and slightly chubby cheeks, still looking childish.

But this young Taoist nun seemed to blend into the mountains and rivers when she walked over. It was clear that she had touched the great Dao. At the very worst, she was an immortal who had realized the Tao.

With a scream of "Ah", Zhou Wan was extremely frightened.

The reason was simple. She only needed to release the "Water Lantern" witchcraft to make herself bigger, and she would look 90% like the Taoist nun!
"Liu Chu...Senior Brother Liu, save me."

Zhou Wan flew desperately towards Liu Feng's evil body. The Taoist Palace within her sight was thousands of miles away and was no longer the deadly place as before. It had an aura of an immortal gate.

The dry riverbed before her eyes disappeared, the river was full of water, the river channel was winding and swirling, and in the center a thousand-foot-long cauldron was absorbing and spitting out the essence of the sun.

Liu Feng stood in front of the cauldron, with a middle-aged man in Taoist robes next to him, and the Taoist was pointing his finger inside the cauldron.

Zhou Wan looked again and saw the thousand-foot-long cauldron emitting precious light rising into the sky at one end and turbid air surging at the other end. It turned out to be a flesh and blood cauldron with countless corpses clinging to it.

This tripod is undoubtedly evil, and it's alive!

The figure that was flying towards Liu Feng's evil body suddenly stopped, and Zhou Wan turned around and fled back.

When she was panicking and didn't know which direction to escape, powerful auras appeared from behind.

In addition to several strange auras, the Dao artifacts of the Blood Spirit Sect, the Imperial Daughter Palace and other four sects broke in together. In addition, the Dao artifacts of the Qingxiao Palace and the Pantheon also rushed over.

There were twelve rays of light in total, all of them were quasi-leaders or Taoist weapons. The weakest one was standing on a sword formation, and it was suspected that he was also protected by external forces such as the leader.

Many powerful beings broke in, but no one died halfway. One of them was a blood-red moonlight that pierced the sky and pointed directly at this side.

Before Zhou Wan could see who was coming, the void in front of her suddenly fluctuated, and a young man in purple robe and purple hair stood in front of her.

Then, she was wrapped in the blood-red moonlight, isolated from the outside world, which instantly calmed her mind.

Looking up, he saw that his appearance had changed a little, and it was indeed the original body of Liu the beast.

"Liu, Liu...Liu Lang, what is going on? I seem to have been here before, and there was also that Taoist nun..." Zhou Wan seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and followed Yu Qiongzi's example, shamelessly changing to a more intimate name.

Liu Feng's face couldn't remain calm at this moment, and his expression was full of sighs.

Eyes appeared all over his body, looking over tens of thousands of miles of territory and the tens of millions of disciples in the Taoist Palace.

He met a fairy lady who looked similar to Zhou Wan and whose Taoist name was Huijizi.

In addition, among the disciples coming and going, there was a girl with a charming smile and a tall figure, who looked like Lu Yao.

There was a burly disciple who was training in the woods, and he looked very similar to the third senior brother from Chonggu in the past.

There is a disciple with a beautiful appearance, but a male body, who looks 70% like a former enemy named Ji Huan, a Gu Master.

In this way, one familiar person after another appeared in Liu Feng's eyes.

He looked at the Dongyang Palace that seemed to have reappeared, and said indifferently: "So that's how it is! We are immortals! After death, we were sent to a false land to reincarnate... Who was the one who did all this, and how did such a big immortal sect become extinct?"

This place belongs to the real fairyland, a corner of the complete land of the Great Dao. Dongyang Palace is a major gate in the fairyland.

Liu Feng saw many people who had a connection with him, both good and bad, including old friends and enemies who had died at his hands.

In this half of Dongyang Palace alone, including Zhou Wan, Lu Yao, Zhu Li, and the androgynous Ji Huan, he spotted no less than fifteen familiar figures.

But he didn't see himself, perhaps he was in the other half of Dongyang Palace.

However, one thing is certain, that is, in the real fairy world, he is also an immortal from Dongyang Palace, and his status is extraordinary.

Therefore, at this moment in Dongyang Palace, countless figures looked at him, respecting him as they respected the master and the ancestor.

Like Zhou Wan, the first disciple in Dongyang Palace, due to some strange coincidences, she had many causal interactions with him in this life.

(End of this chapter)