Chapter 241: Chapter 230: A Serendipitous Masterpiece
In the great hall of Black Mountain Master’s Dao Field.
The biting chill from Taixu Hall seemed to linger in the air.
Black Slaughter Master’s expression was as dark as storm clouds, and even the glow of the Azure Treasure Bead at his fingertip seemed to have dimmed.
He looked toward the figure on the main throne, a presence as steady and unshakable as a mountain, and his voice was laced with indignation.
"Brother, we failed to secure the Vice Sect Leader position. I’m afraid our future plans..."
He truly hadn’t expected it. The situation had seemed like a sure thing.
For Qing Li and Yang Cuan to turn on them at the last moment, causing the power that was within their grasp to slip through their fingers.
Black Mountain Master slowly lifted his gaze. His eyes were as calm and deep as an abyss, as if the defeat in Taixu Hall had been nothing more than a passing breeze, unable to stir his Heart and Spirit in the slightest.
"It is of no concern," he said faintly, his voice as steady as ever.
"The Vice Sect Leader position was merely the icing on the cake. Obtaining it would have certainly saved us some trouble.
Failing to obtain it... simply means we must take another path. It’s nothing more than a bit of extra effort, a few more detours."
His tone was composed. The loss of the Vice Sect Leader position was indeed unexpected.
But it was nowhere near enough to disrupt his fundamental rhythm, much less affect his deeper machinations.
"He Sha has disappeared. There’s been no news, and not a trace can be found in that deathtrap controlled by the Zombie Alliance. In all likelihood, he perished in there." Black Mountain Master’s tone was flat as he spoke, as if discussing someone of no consequence.
"It seems I was a bit too conservative in my estimation of the Venerable Dao Foundation’s power.
That boy, Qi Yun, is even more troublesome than I imagined."
He wasn’t angered by He Sha’s demise. On the contrary, it only deepened his respect for and scrutiny of his opponent.
"Send the word," Black Mountain Master’s tone turned cold, laced with an authority that brooked no argument.
"Until the peace talks with the Four Sects are concluded, everyone is to pull back and keep a low profile. Do not stir up any more unnecessary trouble within the Sect. At this critical juncture, I do not want the True Monarch to think that it’s my Black Mountain Lineage disrupting the stability of the Holy Sect."
"Understood." Black Slaughter Master’s expression grew solemn, and he nodded quickly.
He knew full well that in the True Monarch’s eyes, the stability of the Sect was paramount.
To cause more trouble now would be tantamount to suicide.
"One more thing," Black Mountain Master said, changing the subject. His gaze drifted to the boundless sea of clouds outside the hall, as if piercing through the void to glimpse certain preordained paths.
"Make a trip to the Outer Sect and check on Yue Rong."
"Yue Rong?" Black Slaughter Master was taken aback. "Isn’t he within the Sect?"
"My recent divinations have shown that a great tribulation in his destiny is imminent," Black Mountain Master said, his tone carrying an inscrutable quality.
"This tribulation will be perilous. But if he can overcome it... his destiny and fortune will be like a hidden dragon bursting from the abyss to plunge into the deep ocean.
From that moment, all shadows will be swept away, his true majesty will begin to show, and his future will be boundless."
With a flip of his hand, the space before him rippled, and a dozen or so treasures materialized. Each radiated a unique Spiritual Light and was suffused with Daoist Intent.
All of them were incredibly precious Foundation Establishment Objects. A few, in particular, exuded an ancient aura, their origins clearly extraordinary.
"Take these Foundation Establishment Objects to him." With a wave of his sleeve, Black Mountain Master sent the treasures floating gently toward Black Slaughter Master.
"The Twenty-four Celestial Dao Foundations... is, after all, one of the finest Upper Grade Dao Foundations, infinitely close to the Venerable Dao Foundation.
Without a sufficient foundation to support him, it’s impossible for him to attain it.
Tell him to go all out and not be frugal with these resources."
Black Slaughter Master hurriedly accepted the pile of treasures—enough to make any Foundation Establishment Master’s heart pound with envy—and his own heart trembled.
"Rest assured, Brother. I will deliver them into his hands personally and convey your intentions," Black Slaughter Master said with great solemnity.
Black Mountain Master gave a slight nod and said no more. He closed his eyes again, resembling an Ancient Buddha in deep meditation. His aura merged with the entirety of Black Death Peak, becoming deep and unfathomable.
The loss of the Vice Sect Leader position seemed to have left little impression on him.
His gaze was already fixed on a more distant future.
A new round of strategic placements was already quietly in motion.
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At the Cyan Mountain Daoist Temple, beneath a withered tree.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged, his aura communing with Heaven and Earth. Faint, shimmering halos of shifting colors, half-real and half-illusory, rippled out from the phantom of Daluo Heaven behind him.
Countless minuscule Dao Patterns flickered in and out of existence, combining and recombining in a process of deep inference and construction.
After a long moment, the strange phenomena around him slowly subsided.
As he opened his eyes, a flicker of imperceptible exhaustion and contemplation passed through them.
’Still not enough...’ Qi Yun sighed, expelling a breath of Muddy Qi, his brow slightly furrowed.
’In the end, the Master of Profound Mysteries is just a peripheral technique recorded in the Profound Vault Origin Refining Demon True Register. The Daoist Intent it contains is ultimately too one-dimensional. Trying to create an entirely new and sufficiently powerful Foundation Establishment Technique based solely on the Daoist Intent of this one spell was indeed a bit... greedy and rushed.’
Ever since he had grasped the true miracle of the Daluo Ten Thousand Laws Dao Foundation—its ability to "create skill from no skill"—Qi Yun had made the Creation Skill a part of his daily cultivation.
This process not only allowed him to digest and master various forms of Daoist Intent more quickly, thereby reinforcing his Dao Foundation, but also granted him new magic and the coveted Daoist Grace upon success. It was a method with multiple benefits.
But the Creation Skill was no easy feat. The loftier the concept and the more complex the involved Daoist Intent, the greater the risk of failure.
As he carefully pondered the reason for his failure, a cyan glint suddenly flashed in his downcast eyes!
’If the Daoist Intent of a single spell is insufficient, then I’ll no longer confine myself to just one!’ A bold idea surfaced in his mind.
’I’ll take the Daoist Intent of every spell I’ve mastered and throw them all into Daluo Heaven at once, letting them collide, merge, and evolve freely! I won’t predetermine what kind of spell will emerge. No framework, no fixed form. I only hope that from that chaotic fusion, a new Dharma Gate can be born, a serendipitous creation!’
This method seemed risky and filled with uncertainty, yet it secretly aligned with the true meaning of Daluo: all-encompassing and capable of the Inference of Ten Thousand Skills!
His mind made up, Qi Yun no longer hesitated. He once again immersed his Heart and Spirit completely within the vast expanse of Daluo Heaven.
This time, he didn’t guide a single concept. Instead, as if flinging open a dusty treasure vault, he recalled the many spells from his Qi Refining Stage—spells that had seen him through countless battles and helped him slay powerful enemies. He then took the unique Daoist Intent contained within each and fiercely hurled it into the chaotic core of Daluo Heaven!
Master of Profound Mysteries... Gathering Form and Scattering Qi... Nether Spring Bone Technique... Wood Element Command Skill... Sand Iron Skill... Profound Nether Qi Bottle... Nameless Sword Skill...
All these different forms of Daoist Intent surged into Daluo Heaven with a great ROAR, like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea!
In an instant, the orderly, flowing chaotic Dao Rhyme erupted into a boiling, uncontrollable frenzy.
Lights of different colors and properties collided madly, eroding one another, then bizarrely began attempting to merge!
Daluo Heaven trembled violently. Amid this ultimate chaos, it began to radiate a vibrant life force, one that held infinite possibilities.
Qi Yun guarded his Heart and Spirit, refraining from excessive interference. He used his will only as a guide to keep Daluo Heaven from collapsing.
He was like a calm observer, watching the storm of Daoist Intent he himself had unleashed.
Time flowed by in silence.
An unknown amount of time passed. At the center of the boiling chaos, the countless conflicting forms of Daoist Intent did not annihilate one another. Instead, under the profound and mysterious harmonizing influence of Daluo, they began to intertwine, entangle, and flicker between states of creation and destruction in an inconceivable way.
Gradually, a strange radiance began to form, its color impossible to describe with words.
It was neither black nor white, neither cyan nor gold, but possessed a brand-new, perfectly unified quality.
The radiance grew brighter and more solid.
Finally, at the core of Daluo Heaven, it slowly coalesced into a complete and entirely new spell.
Qi Yun’s eyes snapped open, a brilliant light erupting from within!
’Success!’
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