ragginovel Chapter 2110: Xuxuan Divine Light
Chapter 2110: Xuxuan Divine Light
Chapter 2110: Xuxuan Divine Light
Qin Sang left the Western Land and came to an uninhabited sea area, set up a formation, and sat cross-legged.
The man and the butterfly were connected in mind and Qin Sang, feeling the urgency in Tianmu Butterfly's thoughts, immediately used his secret technique to assist Tianmu Butterfly in breaking through.
Shifting stars.
In the quiet night, a figure sat alone, and suddenly a fluorescent light appeared, revealing a swallowtail butterfly flying up and down.
The vital energy of heaven and earth was drawn by the swallowtail butterfly, rising and falling with the flapping of its wings. Between the rise and fall, more and more vital energy of heaven and earth was attracted, forming a spiritual tide visible to the naked eye, whistling over this sea area.
Suddenly, Qin Sang felt something in his heart, and immediately used all his strength to activate the secret technique. The Tianmu Butterfly flapped its wings and flew into the vast spiritual tide.
The spiritual tide was surging, and the Tianmu Butterfly seemed so weak and insignificant, but it was fearless and rushed into the depths of the spiritual tide, cutting through the wind and waves.
A dazzling light bloomed from the butterfly's wings, and the Tianmu Butterfly stretched its body to its fullest, so beautiful that it was dazzling. Then, a vortex of spiritual energy was born with the butterfly's wings as the center, continuously devouring the vitality of heaven and earth.
Qin Sang maintained contact with Tianmu Butterfly and at the same time devoted part of his mind to protecting her.
In the center of the spiritual tide, the waves are magnificent, and the shadow of the swallowtail butterfly appears and disappears from time to time.
When the celestial phenomena were changing most violently, Qin Sang woke up leisurely and looked up at the sky. At the same time, the spiritual tide suddenly subsided, and under the calm night sky, a beautiful swallowtail butterfly was circling and dancing, conveying waves of joy and seeking credit.
Breaking through a small realm will not lead to a qualitative change. Qin Sang is concerned about the changes in the Tianmu Butterfly's magical power.
He raised his palm, and the Tianmu butterfly landed on his fingertips. The butterfly wings stopped flapping, and the Tianmu showed a strange glow. Then, Qin Sang felt a gentle wave spreading from the Tianmu butterfly.
The next moment, their figures flashed together and then appeared a hundred feet away.
Qin Sang looked thoughtful, recalling his feelings just now. He was sure that this was not teleportation. He could clearly feel that there was a process in between.
The moment the Tianmu Butterfly activated its magical powers, they seemed to have entered some strange state, existing in a way that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
This feeling is hard to describe in words, as if the Tianmu Butterfly brought them into nothingness, or pulled them into a strange space. Of course, this description is exaggerated, the Tianmu Butterfly is far from being that powerful. Perhaps as the Tianmu Butterfly's cultivation continues to improve, it will eventually be able to comprehend this ability, but it is still impossible now.
When the Tianmu Butterfly activated its magical power, Qin Sang vaguely felt a faint strange glow, as if they were shrouded in a layer of divine light. Their changes were obviously related to this.
“This magical power might as well be called Xuxuan Divine Light,” Qin Sang thought.
Xuxuan means illusory and mysterious.
Qin Sang still cannot comprehend the true mystery of the Xuxuan Divine Light, so this name is quite appropriate.
Apart from breaking and passing through the seals of the formation, the other magical uses of the Xuxuan Divine Light have not yet been discovered.
This is the most mysterious magical power since I tamed the Tianmu Butterfly. I remember that in the past, the magical power that the Tianmu Butterfly had comprehended had mysterious powers that surpassed its own realm in some aspects. Could it be that the Xuxuan Divine Light is also the same, having already touched the surface of the Fusion Stage, so it is so difficult to understand?
If it were an ordinary spiritual insect, Qin Sang would not dare to have such delusion, but don’t forget that the Tianmu Butterfly can devour the thunder.
To some extent, thunder represents the will of heaven and earth!
Next, Qin Sang asked the Tianmu Butterfly to use it several times, but still had no clue, so he flew away and escaped back to the West.
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After the Tianmu Butterfly broke through, Qin Sang sat in charge of the branch altar while exploring the Xuxuan Divine Light.
On this day, the restriction outside the altar was triggered, and Qin Sang woke up from his meditation. He scanned with his spiritual sense and saw a token sent by Bao Xi. It turned out that Yuan Miao was visiting.
"I don't know whether it's good news or bad news..."
Qin Sang was thinking, and appeared outside the altar in a moment.
Yuan Miao was at the Dabei Zen Temple at the moment. Qin Sang arrived by flying in the air. The senior monks of the Dabei Zen Temple had been waiting in front of the temple gate and led him into the main hall.
Seeing Qin Sang, Yuan Miao asked repeatedly: "Fellow Daoist Qin, has Chief Min Zhuo made any unusual moves recently?"
"I have been in seclusion recently and have not received any information of this kind. I think Fellow Daoist Yuan should have gained a lot from this trip, right?"
Qin Sang looked at Yuan Miao and saw that although he looked exhausted, he actually looked quite relaxed.
Yuan Miao grinned, "I have asked Chief Zai Zhen in person. He supported Chief Min Zhuo in the fight with fellow Taoist last time. There was a reason. Among the ancestors of the Yonghe and Changyou tribes, there was a generation of chiefs who had a close personal relationship with each other. The Yonghe tribe owed the Changyou tribe a favor. This time Chief Min Zhuo came to ask for help, and Chief Zai Zhen agreed out of courtesy."
"I see," Qin Sang nodded and sighed, "I never thought that a small tribe like the Changyou tribe also has such a profound heritage."
Yuan Miao smiled and said, "Even the tribes themselves may not be able to clearly explain the origins of each other. Maybe there are powerful saints behind a small tribe, but they have been practicing in the holy land and are unknown to the public."
Qin Sang's heart trembled, "The division of the upper clan and the imperial clan, isn't it in accordance with the will of the ancestors and saints?"
Yuan Miao shook his head, "Unless the family is destroyed, those strong men will not care. Rise and fall are the laws of nature. As long as the bloodline can continue, there will be a day of revival. The difference between the upper clan and the imperial clan is only seen from the forces outside the holy land. For example, if my Zhuyan clan is defeated one day, the strong men of my clan will not care. We will not be ashamed to ask for help. We must train ourselves hard and fight back in the future!"
"I see……"
Qin Sang was thoughtful.
Yuan Miao thought Qin Sang was still worried, and said, "After asking Chief Zai Zhen, I went to visit another one. He also had to agree to Chief Min Zhuo for similar reasons. He has no grudge against you, and after seeing your strength, he didn't want to offend you, so he hid his identity. In this way, Qin Daoyou should not have to worry."
Qin Sang's expression changed slightly, "Fellow Daoist Yuan means..."
In fact, from the moment Yuan Miao recognized the Storm Realm on behalf of the Zhuyan Clan, their situation was drastically different than before.
With the approval of the Zhuyan tribe, other Yu tribes would not be able to attack them in the name of expelling foreign tribes. How many treasures could the Changyou tribe alone offer to invite these strong men to come out?
Yuan Miao nodded, "We have already repaid our debt last time, and they will not attack us again! The Changyou tribe is not very strong after all. Chief Min Zhuo may be able to invite experts to protect the Changyou tribe, but if he asks them to fight to the death with fellow Taoists, they may not be willing to do so."
As he spoke, Yuan Miao's tone sank slightly, "I told you this to reassure you. It's not to let you put aside your worries and attack the Changyou tribe!"
Qin Sang understood what he meant and said seriously, "We only hope to gain a foothold in the Fog Sea. We never expected to exterminate the Changyou tribe."
As long as the Holy Lake Formation exists, the bloodline of the Changyou clan will not be cut off.
"That's good!"
Yuan Miao's expression relaxed. "I have been out for so long, and I can finally go back to report! Fellow Daoist Qin, we will meet again in the future!"
Yuan Miao was swift and decisive and left as soon as he said he would.
"Fellow Taoist, walk slowly!"
Qin Sang escorted Yuan Miao to the gate of the temple, watched him leave, then returned to the branch altar to continue comprehending his supernatural powers.
After nearly a thousand years, the Western Land finally enjoyed a rare peace.
Seeing that Qin Sang was full of confidence in the altar, Master Huaiyin, after careful consideration, ordered the monks from the West to return to the mortal world, lead the mortals back to the desert, open up an oasis, and restore the popularity of the desert.
Altars appeared in the desert, forming a large-scale altar array, which also looked like a large woven net.
The oases they chose were all inside this big net, and they would be safe as long as the altar formation was not destroyed.
In the desert, groups of mortals appeared, often bringing their families with them. Led by one or several monks, they slept in the open air, traveled through hardships, and searched for their dream home.
The yellow sand is endless.
A series of footprints were clearly visible on the sand dune. The other side of the dune was shaded, so the team stopped here to avoid the scorching sun at noon. The camels and horses formed a large circle outside and pulled up the tarpaulin, which immediately made the room much cooler.
Several large families migrated together. Three monks sat in the middle of the crowd. In the scorching hot desert, they were still able to chant sutras calmly without a drop of sweat on their bodies.
“There’s a guy there!”
A boy with good eyesight suddenly pointed in the distance and shouted. Everyone looked over there. After a while they were sure that there was indeed a person walking on a sand dune.
Everyone was amazed. With so many people together, and having prepared plenty of water and food, and even bought a large number of camels and horses, they still found it very difficult.
The man seemed to have no luggage and was walking alone in the desert. How did he survive?
At this moment, someone exclaimed, suspecting that he was dazzled, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, exclaiming: "That person is so fast!"
In the blink of an eye, the figure actually crossed a sand dune.
At this time, the three monks came out of their meditation and looked at the newcomers with serious expressions. They looked at each other for the last time and were about to use their magic weapons when they suddenly felt dazed and their consciousness became muddled.
A strange scene appeared in the crowd. Everyone had a dazed look on their faces, looking in the direction of the person who came.
The other party had already approached the crowd without anyone noticing.
The man was dressed in white and had a feminine temperament. His limbs and facial features were no different from those of humans, except that he was too handsome. The only difference was that there was a strange round bead embedded between his eyebrows.
He looked at one of the monks, and the monk would involuntarily look back at him, as if bewitched, and would tell him everything he knew without the other party asking.
Then came the second and the third. When the three monks finished their instructions, the man in white had already passed through the crowd and disappeared on the other side of the sand dune.
After the man in white left, the crowd returned to normal. The three monks did not notice anything unusual and continued to chant.
In the desert, countless sand dunes rise and fall like waves.
The man in white walked on the sand dunes, looking eastward, and said to himself, "I've asked so many people, and they all said the same thing. The great master Qin is very tight-lipped. It seems that if I want to know what kind of altar it is, I must go and explore it myself."
He had never seen a Taoist altar, but he knew that this kind of altar must have a primary and secondary distinction. It was too risky for him to come alone and explore the main altar, so he might as well choose a branch altar first and proceed step by step.
In addition, he suspected that there were many false altars in this kind of altar that were designed to confuse the public and mislead the enemy's judgment.
After pondering for a long time, the man in white withdrew his gaze and turned south.
Soon he came to the south and appeared on the top of a sand dune, overlooking the area below.
There is an oasis under the sand dunes, and in the oasis there is a Buddhist temple. The temple is heavily restricted and heavily guarded.
There is an altar in this Buddhist temple, and it is an unbuilt altar.
The man in white believed that the altar that had already been built must have been integrated with the main altar, and any tampering with it would be easily discovered by the owner of the altar, so it would not be as easy to spy on as an altar that had not yet been built.
He walked towards the Buddhist temple and arrived at the temple gate. The door opened silently and then slowly closed. The monks in the temple were completely unaware.
The man in white entered the Buddhist temple, passed through the doors and alleys without disturbing anyone, and the forbidden formations in the temple seemed to be nothing.
Finally, he came to the backyard of the Buddhist temple, where there was a deep well. Most of the monks in the temple were there, sitting cross-legged around the well and chanting scriptures.
Waves of vibrations were heard from the wellhead, all of which were blocked by the Buddhist temple's forbidden formations.
The man in white stood at the door, watching with interest.
After waiting for a while, the monks stopped to regulate their breathing. The vibrations at the wellhead disappeared, and a colorful little snake emerged from the sleeves of the man in white. It opened its mouth and spit out a breath of snake-like breath into the courtyard.
The snake's breath was colorless and odorless, and soon it began to make loud snoring sounds.
The man in white walked in and looked down from the side of the well. He saw an altar at the bottom of the well with an old monk sitting cross-legged on it, also in a deep sleep.
A breeze blew into the well, and the old monk was lifted out of the well. The man in white appeared on the altar.
The man in white thought to himself as he glanced at the altar: "It's quite interesting..."
He had never seen this type of altar before. He would go back and ask the chief priest, who might know the answer.
"I wonder where that evil creature found help from?"
The man in white murmured, his eyes falling on a 'gap' in the altar, where the prohibition had not yet been completed.
I already knew the contents of these prohibitions from the old monk before, but I need to cooperate with the altar to know their power.
He did not act rashly. A shadow appeared behind him, like a strange-looking spirit bird. The shadow stuck closely to him, and his eyes began to change, like a pair of bird pupils.
The bird's pupils flashed with a dark light. The man in white stared at the altar. Invisible waves spread out. Just as he was about to investigate carefully, his brows suddenly frowned.
At the same time, Qin Sang, who was in charge of the branch altar, was awakened. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air.
The man in white's brows were getting deeper and deeper into a frown. He suddenly had an ominous premonition. There must be a reason for his sudden impulse. He might have been exposed!
I clearly haven't done anything yet.
The man in white believed in his own spiritual perception. The only explanation was that Master Qin's control over the altar was far beyond imagination. It also showed that the power of this altar formation was extremely concentrated.
Although it is still unclear what power the altar has, but discovering this already explains a lot; this altar formation is not simple!
Fortunately, the altar formation has not been completed, otherwise I would be in big trouble this time!
Thinking of this, the man in white immediately left the Buddhist temple, and contrary to his usual behavior, he used the art of escape to fly into the air.
Regardless of whether you have been exposed or not, you cannot stay here for long!