Chapter 647: 605 Confluence of Heaven and Earth 1
Zhongshu Province·Dongzhuang City.
Layer upon layer, the rising and falling towers and courtyards create a tranquil scene of red walls and green tiles throughout the entire city.
The tallest learning tower in the city, standing at three hundred and twenty-five meters, houses the largest and most comprehensive library.
Currently at the top of the learning tower. Bursts of reading voices drift from the academy below. There are also garden poetry recitations, music from plays and operas, spreading with the wind and permeating above the entire city.
Swish!
A tall figure draped in a sky-blue cloak suddenly appears on the tower top.
Standing atop the tower, the figure gazes down at the entire city, with eyes emitting a faint regret in the sky-blue glow.
"Actually, I really dislike taking action against the powerless. But Confucianism is the exception.
God loves the people, yet they have received so much but perceive it not as a gift, but as self-reliance. That is the most fundamental sin of Confucianism."
"Sir." Another masked figure in a blue-edged black robe appears at his rear.
"Ignorant of divine grace, greediness is part of human nature. Therefore, we need to periodically remind them of awe. There is an ancient saying: ’The petty fear power but do not respect virtue’, this is exactly it."
"Indeed. God loves the people, but must prevent them from overstepping boundaries. In such difficult times, the significance of my role as Divine Shepherd emerges."
The figure turns slightly, looking towards the center of the city.
Sunlight illuminates his face, revealing a standard Spirit People’s visage.
Thick black beard stretches from above his lips to his sides, extending down to his chin.
His face is broad and large, eyebrows are extremely dark, cheeks covered in a multitude of faint red dots, skin rough like incompletely polished stone slab. Grainy texture, unevenness, extraordinarily prominent.
"Let’s go. It’s time to deal with Yue Dewen’s handiwork,"
He steps forward, body freely falling straight down from the three hundred-meter tower top.
His subordinate leaps too, unfolding wing suits, gliding forward.
Moreover, behind the learning tower, a swarm of blue-edged black-robed figures swoop like birds, darting towards the newly constructed temporary Confucian stronghold from a few years ago.
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!!
Massive, heavy bell sounds rise.
"Who dares trespass the academy?!"
"Enemy attack!"
"Quickly, get to the shelter!"
Shouts echo upward.
Along with these shouts, countless Confucian masters leap up to meet the challenge.
Blue-edged black-robed men swiftly engage Confucianists, instant killing strikes erupt from both parties, each holding a rapid, decisive stance.
Upon initial contact, considerable casualties occur.
And as for the Divine Shepherd, nearing the ground, he suddenly slows, smacking to the side.
With a booming sound, he shoots towards the city’s center like an arrow.
"How dare you!!"
Two elderly men in Confucian robes flank him, attempting to block his way.
The two together initiate the final stance, their forms growing up to four meters, massive muscles coiling around like tree roots.
Yet the mighty forces, before reaching Divine Shepherd, suddenly pause. Then redirect bizarrely, striking each other.
"I represent the Divine Shepherd, mortals may not defy." Divine Shepherd decelerates, taps a rooftop with his toe, flipping gently to land.
Now, he’s entered a secluded courtyard.
An ancient pagoda tree resides in the courtyard, beneath it stands a gray-white, exquisite stone tablet.
The tablet is etched with various scriptures and small texts.
To mortals, this stone tablet appears quite ordinary.
But to those with Spirit Core.
The articles and texts engraved on the tablet emanate a shimmering white light.
Simultaneously, wisps of pale white smoke are continuously drawn from the surrounding air, converging into the tablet.
"The Transport Illusory Body Array, truly worthy of Yue Dewen, he can even improve such ancient arrays for use here, sharing the burden of gathering power.
At the same time, he manages to win over the originally neutral Confucianists, pledging them as his followers."
Divine Shepherd praises, the more Yue Shi understands this new National Master, the more he feels, this man’s martial arts array pharmacology, none are not refined. Each path exquisite and brilliant!
"What a pity..... such a talented individual cannot serve my Spirit Flight."
He raises his hand, striking the stone tablet with lightning speed.
Bang!!
The tablet instantly shatters, white light dims, leaving a pile of broken stone rubble.
Now, the aura of Confucian academy’s Grandmaster rapidly approaches. But strangely, these Grandmasters, clearly few seconds away, never reach, instead circle around.
Divine Shepherd sighs again, abruptly departs, vanishing before Confucianists arrive.
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Yellow sand spreads far, at Great Spirit’s border, amidst a barren desert.
Golden sun releases scorching rays, baking dunes and hills to a blistering hot state.
Amongst several dunes, on a relatively solid flat ground.
A dozen tall men and women covered in gray-white sand-resistant fabrics are struggling to dig something from the ground amidst a small section of ruin.
They use no tools, digging efficiently with bare hands and fingers.
In a short while, a three-meter long, two-meter wide rectangular pit is dug out.
"Found it!" Suddenly, one exclaims joyfully.
"Lift it up." Several others, seemingly leaders, command upon hearing.
"Yes!"
Quickly, with combined effort.
Deep within the pit, an unusual coffin entirely made of copper-toned metal is slowly lifted.
Boom.
The bottom of the coffin crashed into the sandy ground, splashing a small patch of yellow dust.
At this moment, the leader stepped forward to verify, then hurriedly raised his hand and released a firework into the sky.
The red firework suddenly exploded, and even in the scorching midday desert, it was visible and audible to some extent.
Swoosh!!
Shortly after the firework exploded, within less than ten breaths.
Three figures simultaneously appeared beside the coffin.
Leading them was a man with one eye of pale purple and white hair.
The man wore purple clothes, his figure tall and well-proportioned, with long hair tied into a bundle hanging behind him. There was an indescribably strange rhythm to his movements.
Even with a mask, you could feel that he must have been a charming young man in his youth.
Aside from him.
There were two others, one with gray, messy hair, draped in a tiger skin, exposing the muscular upper body.
The other wore a dirty gray robe, carried a white longsword on his back, and his gaze flickered, constantly switching between gentle and impatient.
These two were the witnesses, Celestial Roc Tiger Hunter, and Emperor Jiang.
"Open it." The purple-eyed man said faintly.
The four of them stood at the four corners of the coffin, exerting force together.
Crack.
Inside the coffin, some sort of mechanical gears seemed to move, forcibly locking the coffin lid, preventing it from opening.
The four of them exerted all their strength, yet barely managed to open a crack in the coffin.
"Friends meeting, the reverse time has arrived." The purple-eyed man softly said. "Damir, how much longer do you plan to sleep!?"
His words caused everyone around to tremble slightly.
Damir!?
That seemed to be the name of the Imperial Tutor who had long since fallen!
But wasn’t the Imperial Tutor dead? How could he be here, in the coffin in this desolate place!?
Bang!
Celestial Roc Tiger Hunter grabbed the edge of the coffin lid and exerted force abruptly.
The entire coffin split with a boom, the lid flipped away and crashed into the sand.
Only then did everyone clearly see.
Inside the coffin lay the serene face of an elderly corpse with a full and square visage.
The elder wore golden robes. Around his head, chest, and waist were piles of various amber, heavenly beads, jade, and gold ornaments.
His hands formed a Divine Treasure Seal in front of him, his skin red and vibrant as if only asleep, not deceased.
Only everyone knew that Damir had been dead for many years. In such a hot, arid environment, it’s impossible for a corpse, let alone a living person, not to turn into a mummy after not eating or drinking for years.
But everything before them completely overturned conventional wisdom.
"As agreed, I brought your Emperor Kun." The purple-eyed man stepped forward and took a dark golden exquisite sphere from his sleeve.
He carefully placed the sphere in the center of Damir’s hands, forming the seal.
At the center of the Divine Treasure Seal, there was an empty space like an eye, perfectly fitting the dark golden sphere.
Crack.
As soon as the golden sphere was placed into the hand seal’s center.
Swoosh!
Damir’s eyes suddenly opened wide, his muddy-black pupils rapidly contracting to reflect the bright and endless blue and scorching sky above.
"Feigning death for years, welcome back." The purple-eyed man beside him extended a hand.
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Inside the Human Immortal Cave.
With a rushing sound of water.
A figure suddenly leapt from the thick dark red Blood Pool, gently landing by its edge.
With the blood robe dragging along, Zhang Rongfang slowly opened his eyes, now completely dark red.
No whites in the eyes; what used to be white was entirely black.
The pupil, formerly black, had turned dark red.
’Didn’t you find out that Jade Void Palace is going to battle soon? Why haven’t you gone there yet?’ White Scale spoke in his mind.
’No hurry....’ Zhang Rongfang replied calmly.
’No hurry! Your master is almost finished! Didn’t you say you would save him?’ White Scale seemed more anxious than him. ’What are you waiting for!?’
Zhang Rongfang didn’t respond.
The accomplishment of the complete form would certainly bring a huge improvement. But this enhancement was hard to explain.
He looked at the second Blood Pool pit, already mostly constructed on the other side.
Having the first template case made constructing the second one not too difficult. Prior time had primarily been spent on experimentation and testing.
Closing his eyes, he opened the attribute bar.
He had gained fourteen more available points.
Without hesitation, he added them all to life.
Life instantly became 1586.
With one more immersion, it would be complete form satisfaction!
Zhang Rongfang ignored the used Blood Pool, and walked to the front of the new pool, raising his hand horizontally.
Hiss...
Instantly, countless viscous blood flowed from his arm, swiftly like a blood carpet covering the bottom of the second Blood Pool.
Soon, the blood began to develop new digestive tracts, forming a complete external digestive system.
Zhang Rongfang reached the nine Pill Furnaces, placing a bit of his flesh into each to integrate with the blood, creating a stomach wall.
Finally, was the metabolic purification filter system.
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