Fortune Teller

Whoosh!

The fourteen spirit turtle black armor sticks returned to his sleeves.

Gu Xiuyun stood outside the phantom killing formation and turned around to look.

In the endless illusion, a ten-foot-wide mountain road leads straight to the entrance of the main altar.

"Fellow Taoist Xi Ming, I am increasingly unable to see through your formation methods!" High Priest Yan Zhan stepped forward with a face full of joy.

"My little tricks are not enough to make the high priest praise me," Gu Xiuyun bowed and said, "My attainments in formation are limited. I can only modify the illusion but cannot destroy the false god formation. I am disappointed with all the high priests!"

"If this is considered a low-level trick, then aren't we just clowns?" High Priest Tu Mang laughed, "Fellow Taoist Xi Ming, you have been staying awake for several days in order to modify the illusion of the grand formation. You might as well go and rest for a while while I wait. The banquet has been prepared for you, and we can start the banquet after the mountain road is completed."

"Congratulations banquet?" Gu Xiuyun looked surprised, "How can such a trivial matter cost so much effort? The high priests are so disrespectful to the younger generation!"

"Of course it's not as simple as a banquet."

The three high priests looked at each other and smiled.

…

outside the lake.

The altar had already been set up, and the cattle, sheep, and livestock were placed on the platform. The three high priests stood solemnly in front of the altar, and Gu Xiuyun stood alone on the side of the altar.

The sky is sparse with moon and stars.

Since the death of Elder Fusong, the secret world has no more troubles, the sun, moon and stars are no longer obscured, and light has been restored again.

Peng!

Flames suddenly burst out from within the altar, and immediately after, a pillar of fire formed into the sky, penetrating the heaven and earth and reaching into the sky.

Outside the fire pillar, there was a faint golden divine power covering it.

High Priest Tu Mang stepped forward and said, "I have followed the orders of the previous high priest to take charge of the Ji Feng lineage, and I have been working hard and not daring to slack off at all. But for tens of thousands of years, the evil spirit sect has always coveted the inheritance of the divine religion. Now, the heavens are attracted to it." Difficulty struck again, and the religion went through many twists and turns, but with the help of Taoist Xi Ming, it was able to recover."

"As the 196th generation high priest, I pray to the true lord that I am grateful for my life. The Taoist's kindness to the divine religion is as deep as the sea, and he can be regarded as the protector of the dharma king."

After saying this, High Priest Tu Mang knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times in a row.

Afterwards, High Priest Zhenhuang and High Priest Yan Zhan also stepped forward to offer their condolences.

These three high priests are from the Jifeng lineage, the Jinhuang lineage, and the Shenhuo lineage. They are also the only three remaining legacies of the divine religion.

It can be said that what they represent is the entire divine religion.

As the three high priests knelt on the ground, priests knelt down one by one, including Xuanguangtai priest, Jintai priest, Chitai priest, and even secular mortals in the distance.

Gu Xiuyun's contribution to the divine religion had already spread throughout the human race under the deliberate publicity of Priest Quanming.

Whether it is the unification of the three veins or the battle of Pengze Lake, everyone is fascinated by it.

In the battle of the Fusion God Formation, he single-handedly defeated Elder Fusong's conspiracy. In the Phantom Killing Formation, he worked day and night to carve out a wide mountain path.

It can be said that tens of millions of mortals have benefited from it, and the causal implications are so great that it is enough to move the divine religion.

Tens of millions of people knelt down, like a vat of hot oil poured on an altar.

The sky-reaching fire pillar instantly grew thicker by half a circle. At the same time, golden divine power enveloped it, and a strange pattern flew out from the depths of the ground, hanging over the altar, and gradually condensed into the appearance of Gu Xiuyun.

"My true lord, has he manifested his spirit?"

The three high priests looked shocked. According to the ancestral system, the Dharma Protector can share the divine throne with 360 gods, and will also have independent divine cards.

But since the true master fell silent and the strong man of the divine religion fell, no new god has been born.

Today, golden patterns reappear in the world.

It also means that a new god appears in the world.

"The three of us alone will never be able to awaken the True Lord. I am afraid that it is the prayers of tens of millions of people and countless priests that make the True Lord lower his power." High Priest Zhenhuang whispered.

Saving tens of millions of people and protecting the legacy of the divine religion is a cause and effect so great that it is unimaginable. It is precisely because of this that the true master gave him a golden pattern to condense his divine status.

As waves of invisible force poured into the veins, Gu Xiuyun's figure became clearer and clearer, even faintly revealing a golden light.

But at this moment, the entire golden statue suddenly dimmed and turned into a gray stone statue, falling on the altar.

"What's going on?" The three high priests looked at each other.

"Is it because Taoist Taoist Xi Ming's cultivation is insufficient that the divine position cannot be perfected?" High Priest Yan Zhan guessed.

According to the ancestral system, the status of the Protector Dharma King is second only to the Yaoritai Priest, and is equal to many gods, so there are certain restrictions on cultivation.

You must reach the level of Yaoritai priest to enjoy the honorable position.

"I'm afraid that's the case," High Priest Tu Mang nodded slightly, "Fellow Taoist Xi Ming has great kindness to the divine religion and is enough to serve as the protector of the religion. However, his cultivation is insufficient, so the god's throne cannot be formed. Waiting for Taoist Xi Ming to break through and fight In Xiaojing, when you become a strong person who controls the true meaning of the rules, you will be the true protector of the Dharma."

"So, is this sacrifice successful or not?" The three high priests looked at each other in suffocation.

If it fails, the appearance of golden patterns means that the True Lord has nodded. Even if they want to regret it, they dare not go against the True Lord's wishes.

But after all, how can a gray stone statue share the throne with other gods?

"In my opinion, we should first build a side hall outside the main altar to worship the stone statues, and then we can list it as a holy place after fellow Taoist Xi Ming ascends the Yaori Terrace!" said the high priest Zhenhuang.

"That's all it can do!"

…

While the three high priests were discussing, Gu Xiuyun was enveloped by the true power and fell into an inexplicable state.

Deep in his mind, a golden vein was wandering.

Sometimes he transforms into a giant dragon and dives into the deep sea;

Sometimes he turns into a phoenix and flies through the sky...

There are nine forms of golden veins, all of which are famous mythical beasts from ancient times. The strongest among them is the true dragon and phoenix.

The legendary ancient true dragon is comparable to the Douxiao realm when he is born, and when he reaches adulthood, he can be on par with the priests of Yaoritai.

The power of a true dragon is enough to crush the void and destroy the world.

But this clan was so unnatural that it disappeared from the world a long time ago. Now only the descendants of the dragon species are left, such as the Qingjiao clan that dominates the East China Sea.

"What exactly are the golden patterns?" Gu Xiuyun was confused.

As early as when he was in Yuquan Cave, he had seen golden veins. Each vein seemed to have its own spirituality, swimming deep underground.

These golden veins may seem ordinary, but they exude an ethereal and unpredictable aura. Just looking at them makes people feel timid.

While Gu Xiuyun was thinking, the golden lines suddenly spread out and turned into a Taoist sutra, reflected deep in his mind.

"The Art of Connecting the Gods?"

Looking at the ancient characters in the Taoist Scriptures, Gu Xiuyun had a strange look on his face.

The Art of Connecting the Gods is the secret method of the divine religion, created by the Eight-Eyed True Master himself. This method is also recorded on the stone tablet at the deepest part of the Secret Method Hall, but only the first two articles are recorded.

What I see now is the complete Taoist Scripture.