darknovel Chapter 83 Nine-Colored Iris
Chapter 83 Nine-Colored Iris
Chapter 84 Nine-Colored Sweet Flag
It is said that the Eastern Kunlun Mountains stretch for hundreds of millions of miles and are the first-class ancestral sacred mountains in the primordial world.
If we say that Xikunlun is valued for its purity, elegance, and tranquility, like a deep and warm pool of jade water, it exudes a gentle femininity, a blessing, and the wonder of creation.
Then the Eastern Kunlun Mountains are majestic and magnificent, with ever-changing scenery.
But all around, the mountains stood guard, and the earth's veins, like countless ancient dragons, lay dormant and coiled underground. The pure energy transformed into a tangible white mist that soared straight into the heavens.
Every mountain and every stone exudes the authentic Taoist charm of Pangu when the world was created, and faintly reveals the magnificent aura of suppressing the destiny of the primordial world for thousands of generations.
Xuan Yao stood atop the broad ridge of Lingxiao Bird, gazing into the distance.
Deep within the Eastern Kunlun Mountains, layers of purple light and divine radiance transformed into auspicious clouds that enveloped the surrounding peaks.
Within that divine light, the profound Taiji, Yuqing, and Shangqing Dao patterns faintly appeared, clearly the protective restrictions personally set up by the Three Pure Ones before they left the mountain for Zixiao Palace.
Xuan Yao's mind was clear.
This Dongkunlun is the fundamental place for the future rise of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), and the karmic consequences there are as heavy as a mountain.
Although the Three Pure Ones are no longer here, this place has a profound spiritual energy, and every blade of grass and every tree is protected by the Heavenly Dao. It is absolutely forbidden to act recklessly as one would when traveling through ordinary desolate mountains and wilderness.
"Lingxiao; press down the clouds."
Xuan Yao patted his mount and gently instructed, "This is the sacred place where our Three Pure Ones Uncle cultivate. We must not force our way in on our mounts, lest we disturb the tranquil energy of the mountain."
"Put away your true form and follow me into the mountains on foot."
Lingxiao obeyed the command, folded its wings, and landed in a spiritually vibrant outer valley.
In a flash of light, she transformed back into a cool, aloof woman in grey, standing quietly beside Xuan Yao.
The old Xuan Shui dragon coiled around Xuan Yao's wrist dared not move at all, shrinking its head back and completely concealing its remaining Golden Immortal demonic energy.
It could clearly sense that every wisp of pure energy permeating the East Kunlun Mountains had a natural suppression effect on the residual blood evil within its body.
If anyone dares to recklessly display their demonic power here, I fear that even without the Grand Master's intervention, the entire mountain of Xuanmen's orthodox energy will be transformed into thunder from the heavens and cleave it into ashes.
The three servants straightened their clothes and stepped into the vast outer mountains of Dongkunlun.
Along the way, one sees gnarled pines and cypresses, and clear springs flowing through the cracks in the white jade stones, making a clear, tinkling sound like the playing of a zither.
Among the plants, ancient Ganoderma lucidum and other auspicious herbs can be seen everywhere, some of which have already developed a trace of intelligence and sway gently in the breeze.
Deep in the mountains and forests, many mythical birds and beasts leisurely appeared. When they saw Xuan Yao and his companions, they did not panic and flee. Instead, they curiously peeked out from the side.
Although no disciples of the Three Pure Ones walk here, the pure and tranquil Taoist aura that remains invisibly keeps the world clear and free from all evil.
Xuan Yao walked along the mountain path, not coveting the spiritual objects within his reach.
A faint aura of virtue emanated from his body, transforming into a warm, jade-like membrane that protected him.
Whenever he encountered strange peaks, jade platforms, or ancient caves that were clearly shrouded in purple divine light or faintly sealed by Jade Purity runes, he would stop a hundred feet away and deliberately detour around them.
He only wandered among the passable outer wilderness mountains and streams, observing the landscape and comprehending the wonders of nature.
Centuries have passed quietly, step by step.
During this long journey on foot, Xuan Yao gained a profound understanding of the refined and noble Taoist atmosphere of Dongkunlun.
"The wonder of Dongkunlun lies not in how many innate spiritual treasures it contains, nor in how abundant its spiritual roots are."
Xuan Yao stood before a precipice, gazing down at the massive earth veins that resembled a winding dragon, and inwardly marveled.
"The true wonder lies in this pure yet not superficial, upright yet not stagnant, authentic and orthodox spirit of the Xuanmen School."
He opened his Purple Mansion Dharma Eye and vaguely saw that the mountain range was naturally arranged in the pattern of the Three Powers.
Purple mist rises from the high peaks, representing the pure air of heaven.
The black soil that settles deep within the abyss represents the turbid energy of the earth.
The ever-flowing, ethereal energy among mountains, rivers, plants, clear springs, and birds represents the harmonious energy of all things.
The sky is clear, the earth is murky, and people live in harmony.
This dynamic interplay of the three realms and the harmonious interaction of yin and yang have an extremely profound connection with the path of the Five Elements of Taiyi returning to their origin that he is currently deducing.
"Although my thirty-six Heavenly Fiend Banners have now evolved into the prototype of the Heavenly Gang Fiend, if I want to truly generate all things in the Daoist temple, I cannot just know how to harmonize hot and cold."
"It should be like the terrain of the East Kunlun Mountains, so that each node of the great formation is placed in its proper place according to the three elements of Heaven, Earth, and Man."
"The banner of Tianqing will guide the vitality of the Ren water from the branch of the peach tree."
"The banner of turbid earth removes the primordial yin energy from the bottom of the pool of wind and thunder."
"The banner of harmony will then benefit the fortunes of the Yan Yuan and Bai Hu clans."
With enlightenment, Xuan Yao felt the array patterns in his mind becoming increasingly harmonious.
The Zhou Tian Sha Banners hanging throughout Qinghei Mountain seemed to resonate with the earth's vein fluctuations in this ancient mountain range at that moment.
Xuan Yao silently observed and verified, absorbing the principles within and transforming them into insights carried by his own array foundation.
Lingxiao was by his side.
Her slightly impatient nature, tempered by years of trials and tribulations, gradually calmed down under the baptism of this majestic and righteous spirit.
The old dragon on the wrist had its inherent greed and ruthlessness completely worn away by the orthodox Xuanmen energy, and could only obediently become a lifeless bluish-black hairband.
For hundreds of years, Xuan Yao has behaved with extreme propriety and has never entertained the thought of setting foot in the deep, occupied lands of Dongkunlun.
One day, deep in a pristine valley where nature had allowed them to grow naturally, he stumbled upon several low-grade spiritual herbs growing among piles of rocks, unprotected by any restrictions.
This herb is called Qingxu Tongyou Grass. It is not known for its grade, but it can naturally nourish the earth's veins, making it most suitable for cultivation in the Qinghei Mountain Spirit Herb Garden.
Xuan Yao crouched down and carefully lifted the spirit herb along with the surrounding innate spiritual soil.
After taking it out, he did not leave in a huff, but instead flicked his fingers, leaving three drops of pure and auspicious energy condensed from the Jade Dew and Blessed Ganoderma lucidum, which slowly seeped into the empty crevice of the rocks.
As the pure energy entered the earth, the previously withered earth elemental energy instantly became moist again, even more abundant than before.
"I'll give you a single spiritual herb in return, and in return, I'll give you three portions of blessings and pure energy."
"One thing is taken and another is returned; cause and effect are settled."
Xuan Yao smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, and gracefully left the valley.
It was precisely because of this caution and discipline that he traveled in Dongkunlun for hundreds of years without ever touching any karmic ties with any sages. Instead, his own Dao heart was honed to perfection.
On this day, Xuan Yao was leading Ling Xiao to the foot of a remote mountain on the eastern side of Dong Kunlun.
Suddenly, the entire thousand-foot-high mountain in front of them began to tremble violently.
Suddenly, a dazzling, brilliant nine-colored divine light shot into the sky from the once desolate, weed-covered cliff face.
The divine light, like a five-colored rainbow, pierced straight into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely rich and strange medicinal fragrance, which could make one's spirit tremble with just one breath, transformed into colorful clouds and spread out from the depths of the mountainside.
Under the influence of this strange fragrance and divine light, the withered trees and ancient pines covering the mountains and plains stretched out their branches and leaves, bowing their heads towards the side peak, as if officials were paying homage to a king.
"This is----"
Xuan Yao's Dharma Eye suddenly opened and closed.
"A person with an innate spiritual root has been born!"
"Behold the nine-colored divine light and the aura of all trees bowing in submission; this thing is surely nearing maturity, having broken through the innate restrictions that have been sealed for countless years!"
It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.
He had been cultivating quietly and diligently on the outskirts of Dongkunlun for hundreds of years, without competing or vying for anything. Today, this top-tier wood element opportunity, which was in dire need of the Taiyi Five Elements, was actually delivered to him on its own initiative.
However, faced with such an enviable innate opportunity, he did not rush forward rashly like an ordinary rogue cultivator.
Xuan Yao closed his eyes, and the Yin-Yang Water and Fire Gods deep within his sea of consciousness suddenly opened their eyes.
Under the divine light, Xuan Yao's divine sense followed the soaring nine-colored auspicious light, quickly scanning the void.
He breathed a sigh of relief only when he was certain that this innate spiritual root was merely an unclaimed object born in a remote ley line in the Eastern Kunlun Mountains, and that its birth energy had not been entangled with the core restrictions left in the mountains by the Three Pure Ones.
"it is good."
"This thing is not bound by the laws and causes of the great religion; it is a blessing bestowed by Heaven and Earth."
Xuan Yao opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light, and he no longer hesitated.
"Lingxiao, stir up wind and thunder!"
Lingxiao responded to the call and flapped its wings.
It transformed into a hundred-zhang-long streak of dark blue-green wind and thunder, swirling with Xuan Yao, like lightning traversing the void, rushing straight towards the place where the divine light erupted halfway up the mountain.
A wisp of extremely fine, dark blue wind and thunder silently landed on the mountainside where the sunset glow was shining brightly, and eventually transformed into the figure of Lingxiao.
Xuan Yao stepped down from the back of the roc and stood on a natural white jade platform.
Between the strange rocks, a clear, bottomless spring was gushing forth.
Among the rubble beside the spiritual spring, a peculiar spiritual herb, no more than three feet tall, was quietly bathed in the divine light of nine colors.
This plant grows in a peculiar way; its main stem is like a flawless piece of green jade, with nine long leaves neatly spread out on it.
The nine main leaves are all different colors.
Crimson red like fire, deep blue like water, white gold like snow, and inky black like an abyss—the various colors intertwine and reflect each other, forming a faint nine-colored halo around the stone platform, dispelling the chilly mountain mist.
At the center of the flower where the nine leaves intersect, floats a nine-colored spiritual pearl the size of a longan, crystal clear like morning dew, radiating an extremely pure innate wood element vitality, without a trace of acquired impurities.
Xuan Yao closed his eyes and released his divine sense to scan the area. The deepest part of his divine eye flashed with alternating red and blue light, and he couldn't help but feel a slight joy in his heart.
"This is actually the legendary nine-colored calamus."
It should be known that this nine-colored calamus is one of the few top-grade innate wood-elemental spiritual roots in the primordial world.
Although it does not produce immortal fruits like ginseng fruit or Renshui peach that can prolong life and increase vitality, it is naturally endowed with the wonder of enlightening all trees and harmonizing the vitality of the medicinal garden.
What's most remarkable is that the nine-colored spiritual pearl that forms when this herb matures is a superior divine object that can repair the foundation of one's primordial spirit and cleanse the defects in one's acquired roots.
Xuan Yao has now entered the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm. He wants to open the door to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, and he is missing a top-notch wood-element spiritual root that can support his complex Dao foundation in order to condense the wood energy in his chest.
The nine-colored calamus was born at just the right time.
If it could be moved to the herb garden outside Qingxuan Cave, where its wood element and vitality could harmonize the energy, the foundation of the Daoist temple would surely be elevated to a new level.
However, Xuan Yao did not rush to pick them.
He walked to the side of the spiritual spring, bent down, and released his divine sense to explore downwards inch by inch along the white jade roots of the calamus.
This probing caused him to frown slightly.
It turns out that although the Nine-Colored Calamus has matured and emerged with its innate restrictions wide open, its roots have long been tightly intertwined with the spiritual energy of the earth veins on the side peak of East Kunlun.
If it were forcibly uprooted like an ordinary rogue cultivator, the veins of this secluded peak would definitely be damaged, and the innate spiritual spring would dry up in an instant.
Although this place is only on the outskirts of East Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones might not be willing to descend to the mortal realm to capture people for the sake of minor damage to this ley lineage. However, Xuan Yao himself cultivates the Great Dao of Virtue and Fortune, and his actions are governed by the law of cause and effect.
"It would be unwise to needlessly damage the ley lines of East Kunlun and get entangled in the karma of this sage's sacred site."
Xuan Yao's long sleeves fluttered in the wind as he stood by the spring, lost in thought.
If we only take that one nine-colored spirit pearl and leave it here, it would be a pity to waste this top-grade innate spiritual root.
However, if they were to forcibly relocate, they would have to use great magical power to fill the gap in the earth's veins with pure energy to achieve the best of both worlds.
Just as he was weighing the pros and cons, a very gentle laugh suddenly came from the depths of the clouds on one side of the peak: "Fellow Daoist has good eyesight."
"This nine-colored calamus has been nurtured here for countless eons, and I have been eyeing it for a long time."
"I haven't figured out how to take it without damaging the earth's veins yet, but I didn't expect to meet a fellow Daoist like you here today."
"Um?
Xuan Yao remained calm and showed no panic, simply turning around slowly.
As the clouds and mist dispersed from the mountainside, a pure white auspicious cloud drifted down.
Above the clouds stood a rather plump Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest was dressed in middle age, with an extremely kind face, and a faint golden light shone in the depths of his eyes. He was only wearing a green robe.
What is most eye-catching is that on the belt of his wide robe, there are five or six small treasure pouches of different colors, seemingly inconspicuous.
The fat Taoist's aura was obscure, making it impossible to discern the depth of his Taoist cultivation.
However, Xuan Yao's divine eye could vaguely detect that this person possessed an extremely strange spiritual aura.
That spiritual energy was not inclined towards killing, but seemed to be able to create a mysterious connection with the myriad precious lights and spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
"Hey!"
High in the sky, Lingxiao let out a clear, cold cry, and spread its wind and thunder wings, faintly locking onto the fat Taoist.
On Xuan Yao's left wrist, the small, dark green snake also poked out its dragon head, its dragon eyes filled with coldness.
As long as the master gives the order, it will unleash the Yellow Sand Treasure Fan to fight the enemy.
"Step back, do not be rude."
Xuan Yao raised his hand, and a stream of pure and auspicious energy transformed into a light screen, forcibly suppressing the hostility between Ling Xiao and the old dragon.
This place is Dongkunlun, right at the doorstep of the Three Pure Ones.
Fighting and killing upon first meeting here would not only disturb the remaining sagely aura of Dongkunlun, but also violate the path of cultivating virtue and merit.
Xuan Yao straightened his blue Taoist robe, smiled, and bowed to the fat Taoist: "This humble Taoist is Xuan Yao of Qingheishan, greetings to fellow Taoist."
"This is a tranquil place in the eastern Kunlun Mountains. I, a humble Taoist, have been traveling here and have just happened to meet you. May I ask your name, my friend?"
The fat Taoist priest's smile deepened when he saw that Xuan Yao had subdued his beast.
He descended from the clouds and landed on the opposite side of the stone platform, returning the greeting with a smile: "So it is Fellow Daoist Xuanyao. This humble Daoist Duobao greets Fellow Daoist."
"I was originally a primordial treasure rat from the Eastern Kunlun Mountains, who transformed into human form and attained enlightenment. My origins are humble and unworthy of being considered refined."
"Because I am naturally more sensitive to the spiritual treasures and spiritual energy of heaven and earth, I like to wander around the mountains of East Kunlun when I have nothing to do, looking for spiritual treasures and objects as a pastime."
Daoist Duobao walked to the stone platform, looked at the nine-colored calamus, and sighed, "I sensed the precious light of this calamus thousands of years ago."
"However, this thing is rooted too deeply, almost becoming one with the earth's energy of a branch of the East Kunlun Mountains."
"Although I covet this wondrous object, I am unwilling to jeopardize my family's ancestral lineage, upon which we depend for survival, for the sake of a mere spiritual root."
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"I had come here today because the flower is ripe, hoping to find a way to satisfy both parties, but I didn't expect you to arrive here first, fellow Daoist."
Daoist Duobao.
Innate Treasure Rat.
Upon hearing these two words, Xuan Yao never expected that he would encounter this future chief disciple of the Jie Sect, the famous future Tathagata Duobao, while merely wandering around the outskirts of Dongkunlun.
To be honest, at this time, the second lecture of the Dao Ancestor had not yet ended, and the Three Pure Ones were still listening to the Dao in the Outer Heaven. This Daoist Duobao was probably not yet formally a disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, and was still a primordial immortal who was cultivating and searching for treasures in the Eastern Kunlun Mountains.
"No wonder he has such a peculiar aura of treasure recognition; it turns out he is a manifestation of the innate treasure rat."
Xuan Yao suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and his expression became even more gentle.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Duobao."
"Fellow Daoist, you are compassionate. Even when faced with the birth of such a superior innate spiritual root, you still care about the vitality of the earth's veins and do not take advantage of it. You are truly a person of great virtue."
Xuan Yao stepped aside, giving Duo Bao half a body space, and said with a smile, "This humble Taoist's cultivation is also based on a rudimentary method of cultivating virtue and fortune."
"Upon seeing this spiritual root, I find myself pondering, just like you, how to avoid harming the very foundation of the Eastern Kunlun earth veins."
When Daoist Duobao heard Xuanyao's praise and saw that he had voluntarily stepped aside, unlike ordinary cultivators who would stare at him like a thief the moment a treasure appeared.
A genuine kindness immediately appeared on that round face.
"Haha, fellow Daoist, you flatter me."
"I am merely timid and afraid of incurring karmic retribution."
The portly Taoist walked to the stone platform, looked at the nine-colored calamus, then glanced at Xuan Yao, rubbed his hands together, and tentatively asked, "Judging from what you just said, do you perhaps possess a wonderful method for transplanting that can achieve the best of both worlds?"