435: Chapter 435 Central Plains Wind Spirit

Moonshadow Sect, deep underground.

A low dragon roar echoed underground, and the body of a massive mysterious yellow dragon trembled slightly.

A ray of mysterious yellow light separated from its body, transforming into a small yellow dragon.

It was only about a zhang long, its entire body crystalline, with scales as delicate as gold foil, and it swam agilely in a circle beside the giant dragon.

The small yellow dragon wound its way through a natural fissure in the underground, disappearing from sight.

Inside the Sect.

A slight tremor came from the ground, lasting about three breaths before returning to calm.

Elders and Disciples with high Realms felt it one after another; they looked up towards the deep underground, their faces filled with confusion.

Huang Yutong had been meditating but suddenly opened her eyes. She sensed an abnormality in the origin earth vein underground, feeling a faint sense of unease in her heart. Worried that something had gone wrong, she rose and walked towards Lingshuang Pavilion.

"Revered Master!"

She pushed the door open and entered directly.

The moment she entered, her footsteps halted.

Yu Lingshuang was lying back on a wide rocking chair, dressed in snow-white, gossamer-thin gauze that was almost transparent.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, and her breathing slightly rapid, as if she had just awakened from some kind of intoxication.

Under the gauze clothing, her delicate body was faintly visible.

The full curves of her chest were softly covered by the gauze, and two red plum blossoms were embroidered on the garment.

Her waist was slender, and the lower part of the gauze was lifted, piling up in soft folds at her side.

A pair of jade feet were exposed outside the gauze; her ankles were exquisite, and her toes were as round as pearls, curling slightly as if enduring something.

On her right hand, a water droplet slid down her finger and fell to the ground.

Huang Yutong froze at the door.

Yu Lingshuang was also stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled a thin blanket from the side to cover her body, her face flushing even redder as she chided:

"You girl, don't you know how to knock before coming in?"

Huang Yutong averted her gaze, her voice sounding somewhat unnatural.

"Just now there was an abnormality in the earth vein, I... I was worried something happened to the earth vein, I was in a rush..."

Yu Lingshuang sat up straight, the thin blanket sliding down to reveal a portion of her snow-white shoulder.

She pulled her clothes together, her tone regaining some of its composure.

"It was the Sect Master who invoked the origin earth vein, there is no need to worry."

Huang Yutong breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing the mention of the Sect Master, she couldn't help but ask:

"When... when will the Sect Master return?"

Yu Lingshuang raised her eyes to look at her, a meaningful smile curling the corners of her lips:

"What? Are you itching? Wanting the Sect Master?"

Huang Yutong was not annoyed; she swept her gaze over her Revered Master and retorted with a smile:

"Isn't that the same for you, Revered Master?"

Yu Lingshuang was annoyed and grabbed a Jade Slip from the side, making a gesture to throw it at her.

Just then, a knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Sister Shuang, Youyou requests an audience."

"Come in."

Hua Youyou pushed the door open and entered, holding a Jade Slip in her hand with a solemn expression.

"It is news sent back by Grand Elder Zhaohua and the others."

Yu Lingshuang's spirits lifted, and she took the Jade Slip.

Ever since Revered Master and Senior Sister (Yu Linglong) led the Hundred Flowers Peak Disciples to Fusang Province, no news had been sent back for a long time.

Yu Lingshuang injected Spiritual Qi, and the Jade Slip lit up with a warm glow.

Ten Thousand Miasma Demon Forest.

Above the Forbidden Abyss, a small yellow dragon emerged from the Void Realm, agilely swimming to Ling Hao's side, circling his arm twice and emitting a faint dragon roar.

Yue Xinlan, Shi Yunyu, and the three Demon Ancestors opened their eyes at the same time, their gazes locked onto the small yellow dragon, Spiritual Qi surging within their bodies.

"No need to be nervous."

Ling Hao reached out, and the small yellow dragon coiled around his palm.

"This is a part of the Incarnation of the origin earth vein beneath my Moonshadow Sect, here to lend a hand with the Seal. If things continue like this, I fear you will be drained dry by the Formation."

Yue Xinlan and the others naturally understood. They had been maintaining the Seal with their own power and were already approaching their limits. If they continued, it would be inevitable that their Foundation would be damaged.

With Ling Hao's method, they only needed to maintain the link between Ling Hao and the earth vein.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

Yue Xinlan said gratefully in a soft voice.

Xuan Ji, Yin Lan, and Fei Yan also nodded in thanks.

And Shi Yunyu smiled at Ling Hao.

A moment later, Ling Hao gestured, and the small yellow dragon soared into the air, flying towards the rock cauldron.

Around the rock cauldron, several small white dragons from the Origin of White Rock Holy Land were circling and dancing. The small white dragons were crystalline white, slender in form, and about as thick as an arm.

Although the small yellow dragon was a "small" yellow dragon, that "small" was relative to the massive mysterious yellow dragon.

Compared to these small white dragons, its body was several times thicker, its scales were brilliantly golden, and its aura was heavy and profound.

Perhaps because they were all origin earth veins, the small white dragons did not show any rejection towards the small yellow dragon.

They tentatively approached, sniffed, and then let down their guard, beginning to intertwine, chase, and fly with the small yellow dragon.

As time passed, the dragon bodies of the several small white dragons gradually became tinged with a faint mysterious yellow color.

Yue Xinlan also noticed this change; she gave Ling Hao a meaningful look, then closed her eyes again, focusing all her efforts on maintaining the supply of Spiritual Qi.

Ling Hao shook his head slightly, sighing in his heart.

"Luck is hard to gather."

He actually wanted to do as he did in Cangwu, using the Sect's Luck as a bridge to connect with the origin earth vein and then gather the Luck of the entire province.

But it was still lacking quite a bit, mainly because the Moonshadow Sect's reputation in White Rock Holy Land was insufficient; most Cultivators only knew of the White Rock Holy Land and not Moonshadow.

Furthermore, his own compatibility with the origin earth vein of White Rock Holy Land was not yet enough.

This small yellow dragon was the first step in his plan!

Ling Hao took out eight Void Spirit Crystals.

These were supreme treasures produced from within Void Realm fissures; a single piece would be enough to make Mahayana Stage Cultivators break their heads fighting for it.

Ling Hao took out eight at once without even blinking.

Spiritual light flickered at his fingertips as he carved complex Formation patterns onto each Void Spirit Crystal. The patterns slithered like dragons and snakes, each stroke containing his complete understanding of the Dao of Formations.

This work was something only he could do.

Chaotic Spiritual Qi; he was the only one in the world with it.

Once the carving was complete, the eight Void Spirit Crystals flew from his hands, out of the Forbidden Abyss, cutting through the sky and landing in eight different directions.

These eight Void Spirit Crystals resonated with the Formation Flags, Spirit Jade, and Spirit Stones that Yue Xinxi and the others had set up, and everything began to merge into the ground, rocks, and vegetation.

When this place returned to its normal state, every blade of grass and every tree had become a part of the Formation pattern.

"Formation, rise!"

Ling Hao formed Seals with both hands.

The earth trembled, and within a radius of ten thousand miles, countless Formation patterns lit up simultaneously.

A massive Formation was taking shape!

"Chaotic Universe Foundation-Solidifying Formation, first layer — complete!"

A grayish-white ripple spread out from the depths of the Forbidden Abyss, centering on the Ten Thousand Miasma Demon Forest, and swept across the entire White Rock Holy Land.

Wherever the ripple passed, the erosion qi in the air melted away instantly like snow meeting boiling water. The scarlet erosion qi was dispersed, revealing the long-lost blue sky.

The Ten Thousand Miasma Demon Forest was cleared in an instant!

Sunlight fell, shining on the ancient trees that had been eroded by the erosion qi. Tender buds were actually sprouting from the withered branches.

In the distance, within the cities on the border of White Rock Holy Land, Cultivators were struggling bitterly to resist the Erosion Beast Tide.

The Erosion Beasts surged like a tide, dense and endless.

The Cultivators on the city walls were exhausted, their Spiritual Qi nearly depleted.

Just when they were about to despair.

A ripple swept across, and the Erosion Beast Tide suddenly paused!

Those frenzied Erosion Beasts seemed to have been grabbed by the throat by something; they all stopped in their tracks at once, emitted terrified screeches, and then turned and ran!

"What... what is going on?!"

"The Erosion Beasts have retreated! They've retreated!"

"It must be because of the rock cauldron phenomenon just now!"

The Cultivators looked up and could still see a cyan-gray light flickering in the sky, with the faint phantom of a giant cauldron visible.

Cheers erupted one after another; some knelt on the ground weeping, some wept while holding their heads, and even more people gazed at that cauldron phantom, the flames of hope igniting in their eyes.

Beneath the Forbidden Abyss, the eight secondary cauldrons regained their brilliance.

Countless golden chains shot out from the cauldron bodies, binding the frantically writhing dark golden root below in layer after layer.

The root struggled violently, each twist causing the chains to emit harsh grating sounds, but the chains wrapped tighter and denser, eventually binding the root firmly and pulling it back into the ground bit by bit.

The last thought of the root, before it disappeared, entered everyone's minds.

"Central Province... Fengling..."

The voice was extremely light, yet extremely clear, like a sigh, and also like a call.

Ling Hao's brows furrowed slightly, confusion in his heart.

Fengling? The branch Sect he established was called Wind Spirit Sect, how could this... have anything to do with him?

Wait, this voice was so familiar; it seemed to be the same voice that reminded him when he invoked the Provincial Luck and repaired the wu tripod at the Dingding Ceremony!

Before he could think it through, the corner of his eye caught two swaying figures beside him.

Shi Yunyu and Yue Xinlan had been continuously injecting their own power into the rock cauldron, providing immense energy for the Seal.

Now that the Seal was complete, their Spiritual Qi was exhausted; their bodies swayed, and they were about to fall.

Ling Hao reined in his thoughts, sweeping his left arm to gather Shi Yunyu into his embrace; he reached out with his right hand, steadily catching Yue Xinlan.

A stream of warm Chaotic Spiritual Qi was transferred into their bodies, and Shi Yunyu instantly recovered, color returning to her pale cheeks.

She raised her eyes to look at Ling Hao, soft light flowing in them, and said softly: "Hao..."

Ling Hao looked at her gentle, moon-like face and smiled: "Are you alright?"

Shi Yunyu's face flushed, and she lowered her eyelids.

"Much better."

Confirming there was no major issue, Ling Hao turned his head to look at Yue Xinlan, who was held in his right arm.