darknovel Chapter 38 The Beasts Are Shocked
Chapter 38 The Beasts Are Shocked
We crossed the seemingly simple yet profoundly righteous Wuzhuang Temple gate.
All the newly arrived creatures, whether they were cranes, descendants of sacred beasts, or qilin and black tortoises, stopped in their tracks as if their minds had been seized by an invisible force, and they even subconsciously held their breath.
The scene before them was completely different from any paradise they had ever imagined or seen before; it was a shock that went straight to their source and shook their souls.
First and foremost, the most striking sight was the enormous creature that occupied the very center of the courtyard, almost filling their entire field of vision—a nine-clawed golden dragon radiating boundless golden light of merit!
The dragon's body was winding and not stiff like a dead thing, but rather carried a strange and powerful vitality that seemed to be about to take off at any moment.
Each dragon scale is as large as a millstone, with naturally formed patterns that seem to flow slowly, constantly absorbing and exhaling the spiritual energy of the heavens, radiating a dragon's might that is as vast as an abyss, yet carries a majestic and righteous air.
This dragon's might was not deliberately emanating, but rather a natural sense of oppression brought about by its very existence. It caused the Azure Dragon descendants, whose bloodline inherited reverence for the dragon race, to tremble involuntarily, and made other creatures instinctively want to kneel down. It was the tremor brought about by the absolute difference in the level of life.
"This...this is..." The nine-headed lion's eighteen eyes widened, and its nine majestic heads lowered in unison. Its voice trembled with disbelief. It could sense that even a trace of the aura emanating from this golden dragon was purer and nobler than that of the oldest elder in its clan.
Zhen Yuanzi stood to one side, his ancient face revealing no emotion, as if he were merely an ordinary decoration in the courtyard. He spoke calmly, his voice gentle yet clear, reaching the ears of every living being:
"This thing is no ordinary being. It is the last breath of primordial energy of the father god Pangu when he was exhausted and perished after creating the world. It was formed by the immeasurable merit of creating the world and the primordial energy of the Xuanhuang Mother."
Although it has not yet fully developed its spiritual wisdom due to a series of serendipitous events, it is still a unique treasure in the world, carrying a portion of the mark of creation.
These few words, though brief, resonated like thunder in the hearts of all living beings! The legacy of Pangu! The merit of creation! The primordial energy of the universe!
These terms may have only been heard of in the most ancient fragments of inherited memory, the source of the creation of the primordial world, the foundational power that constitutes this world, and the supreme existence in legend!
Now, it is presented to them so realistically, and the ancient, vast, righteous, and majestic aura contained in the golden light cannot be faked.
For a moment, the demons were shaken, their gazes toward the golden dragon filled with indescribable awe and shock, as if they were witnessing a living epic of creation.
Once they had recovered from the shock of the nine-clawed golden dragon, they were able to carefully observe the entire Wuzhuang Temple courtyard.
Upon closer inspection, another wave of shock washed over them. On one side of the courtyard stood a magnificent banana tree, its branches gracefully upright.
The trunk has a warm, jade-like color, and only four large leaves, each displaying a distinct original color: green, red, yellow, and blue.
The four leaves move automatically without wind, swaying gently, clearly drawing in the four innate energies of earth, water, fire, and wind to flow, collide, and merge among the branches and leaves, forming a subtle and stable cycle of the four elements. This cycle resonates with the omnipresent spiritual energy of the five elements in the courtyard, evolving into infinite mysteries.
The power of the Four Symbols was incredibly pure, causing the blood of the four sacred beasts—Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise—who were named to surge, feeling an immense sense of familiarity and longing.
Next to the Four Symbols Banana Tree, another spiritual root attracted everyone's attention—it was a gourd vine climbing upwards, its vines lush and green, as if carved from the finest jade, with thick leaves and shimmering spiritual light between its veins.
The most eye-catching feature, however, was the seven gourds hanging from the vines. These seven gourds varied in size and shape, but each shone with a radiant light, exuding a natural, refined charm.
The crimson gourd, its entire body burning like the sunset, has flowing cloud-like patterns that appear and disappear on its surface, exuding an aura that is both intense and ethereal.
The orange gourd, with its rich and warm color, gives people a sense of stability and reliability, like the earth, as if it can support all things.
The yellow gourd, with its inner sharpness, faintly emits the sound of metal clashing, and its sharp aura seems capable of cutting through the void.
The green gourd is full of vitality, as if it contains the essence of spring, and you can feel the joy of the growth of plants with every breath.
The cyan gourd is surrounded by tiny whirlwinds that spontaneously form, with clouds swirling around it, carrying the Daoist charm of freedom and change.
The blue gourd was shrouded in mist, its surface seemingly covered with a layer of flowing water film, and the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide could be faintly heard.
The purple gourd is the most mysterious, with a deep color. Occasionally, a flash of lightning will appear on the surface of the gourd, exuding an aura of destruction and rebirth that is unsettling.
Seven gourds, seven colors, seven kinds of Taoist charm, like seven dazzling stars, adorn the emerald vines, forming a mysterious and wonderful picture.
The interior of the Wuzhuang Temple is a world unto itself.
The innate Earth essence, so rich it was almost tangible, enveloped every living being like a warm womb, making one feel grounded and at peace.
At the same time, there is a fresh and vibrant energy of Yi wood, originating from the Longevity Goddess and other spiritual plants in the courtyard, flowing and blending with the essence of Wu earth like a gentle stream.
These two seemingly disparate auras have achieved a perfect balance and symbiosis here.
This allows beings who cultivate here to feel the earth's profound support and draw boundless power, while also being bathed in the vibrant vitality of life, nourishing their souls and comprehending the way of growth. With each breath, their magical power seems to spontaneously condense and increase.
Just as the demons were immersed in this unimaginable sacred place of cultivation, Zhen Yuanzi spoke again, breaking the silence:
"Now that you have entered our sect, it is a matter of fate. From this day forward, you may freely enter and leave the inner and outer courtyards of Wuzhuang Temple and use this blessed land to cultivate yourselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and several subtle yet condensed earth-yellow spiritual lights shot out, accurately entering the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows of each of the newcomers present.
The demons felt a slight tremor in their sea of consciousness, and a profound technique containing how to sense, identify, and safely pass through the key nodes of the innate earth formation surrounding Wuzhuang Temple, as well as how to use the formation's aura to conceal themselves and avoid being spied on by external enemies, was clearly imprinted on their minds.
This technique is not complicated, but it directly points to the core operating principle of the formation. If it were not personally taught by Zhen Yuanzi, outsiders would hardly be able to grasp its essence.