Three months ago
Chapter 63: The Spirit Floating Island's Geomancy Array (For the Alliance Leader "Tree Still Like This 12" Extra Update)
In the early morning, the sky was ablaze with light.
The fiery dawn of the eastern sky spilled over the shimmering waves, and for a few moments, it was almost blinding, making one reluctant to open their eyes.
Especially for Chu Weiyang, who had once been trapped in a stone cave, his eyes were more accustomed to the dim and quiet environment.
At this moment, he had not expected that after changing directions, the bright light would be so dazzling.
He hurriedly closed his eyes, and in an instant, tears nearly spilled from his eyes.
After blinking a few times, his tear-filled vision made it difficult for him to see the true scenery before him.
When he finally managed to focus, the outline of an island had already emerged in his view.
Instead of heading directly to the island, Chu Weiyang took out a jade slip to verify the details mentioned by Mo Daozhong while maneuvering his solitary boat, circling the island at a distance.
At the same time, a法剑 (Fa Jian) floated beside him, its blade always aimed at the direction of the island as the boat turned.
The sword body, interwoven with bright yellow and silver, shimmered with spiritual light.
After observing for a long while, a clear and beautiful voice of Chunyu Zhi echoed in Chu Weiyang's mind.
At this moment, it seemed that Chu Weiyang had completely verified his findings, slowly lowering the jade slip that had been pressed against his forehead.
As the voice fell, Chu Weiyang formed a法印 (Fa Yin) with his hands, and a dim spiritual light swirled around the solitary boat, then shot forward like an arrow, slicing through the waves towards the Spirit Floating Island.
Earlier, while the solitary boat was circling, Chu Weiyang had already gotten a rough idea of the island.
It was not particularly large, about thirty percent smaller than the island where the ancestors of the Xie family had secluded themselves.
However, due to the absence of hills, the flat terrain of the island appeared even more expansive.
At this moment, as Chu Weiyang sought a lower area, when the solitary boat came to a stop on the beach, he leaped off and landed on the dry shore.
He lightly stomped his foot, and beneath the hard soil was a stubborn stone, almost like mysterious iron.
After taking a few steps forward, Chu Weiyang suddenly halted.
With a wave of his hand, the翠玉火 (Cui Yu Huo) flared up, rushing towards the open space before him.
Swish—!
In an instant, layers of spiritual light coalesced into a restriction, blocking the白鹄火相 (Bai Hu Huo Xiang) within a small area.
He did not intend to compete with法焰 (Fa Yan) and a restriction.
With another wave of his hand, Chu Weiyang directly dissipated the翠玉火, raising his hand to envelop the restriction with his profound spiritual power, gripping it tightly in his palm.
Upon closer inspection, even Chu Weiyang raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised.
In his mind, Chunyu Zhi's sharp voice of reproach had already sounded.
Chunyu Zhi seemed to have seen something unsightly.
Not to mention someone like her, who had once possessed a high cultivation realm, even Chu Weiyang, who had only practiced two volumes of talismanic scriptures, could see the disharmony within the seal he held.
The methods were crude, resembling those of a loose cultivator without any proper lineage.
Thus, after observing for a few breaths, Chu Weiyang suddenly raised his other hand and lightly flicked a certain point on the chain formed by the restriction.
Bang—!
The spiritual light shattered into fragments.
In an instant, the originally robust spiritual light restriction broke apart under Chu Weiyang's gaze.
Upon closer inspection, several wooden tablets engraved with talismanic inscriptions suddenly illuminated, as if they had been suspended in mid-air, igniting spontaneously before turning to ashes and dust, dissipating in the howling sea breeze.
Seeing this,
Chu Weiyang shook his head, unsure of what to say.
"To be honest, there's nothing surprising about this. Considering what Mo Daozhong instructed, their so-called Hundred Serpent Island Mo family, no matter how much they boast, that Foundation Establishment realm Master Mo still needs to rely on refining demon veins to elevate his realm...
Such actions that deviate from the principles of cultivation likely indicate that the clan's foundation is still outside the orthodox path! To put it bluntly, it’s hard to say how many of them can even be called human, as this kind of cultivation clan has inferior techniques, which seems quite reasonable."
As he spoke, Chu Weiyang seemed to have seen through the so-called Hundred Serpent Island Mo family's foundation.
Indeed, Chu Weiyang had fled ninety thousand miles, and although he was in a sorry state, his cultivation methods were all rooted in great teachings, either ancient scriptures or mainstream inner alchemy methods.
Even the most basic sword techniques were upright in intent and had immense potential.
Just one volume of the《清微雷云篆箓书》 (Qing Wei Lei Yun Zhuan Lu Shu), ordinary cultivators from the outer sea, let alone having seen it, probably few had even heard of it!
With this thought, Chu Weiyang felt even more emotional about the state of the world, and then, with his法剑 (Fa Jian) on his back, he strode directly into the island.
It felt as if he were walking through the wilderness, wielding a sword to clear the thorns.
Chu Weiyang often took just a few steps before capturing a restriction with one hand.
At first, he was quite interested in examining one or two, and in his mind, Chunyu Zhi also had her own opinions.
However, after a few steps, seeing so many restrictions, they truly appeared like thorns in Chu Weiyang's eyes, and he naturally lost interest in examining them, while Chunyu Zhi also lost her patience for evaluation.
If it weren't for the fear of setting fire to the treasures hidden on the island, Chu Weiyang would have preferred to act more decisively.
He never expected that on the path of cultivation in the outer sea, the most torturous part would be this short distance.
After a long while, when Chu Weiyang had almost reached the center of the island, a clear sign of impatience appeared on his face.
Grabbing the chain formed by the restriction with both hands, the intertwining colors of water and fire in his palms produced a sharp corrosive sound, and the restriction shattered bit by bit.
Finally, the outlines of several thatched cottages appeared before Chu Weiyang's eyes.
The young man stood with his hands on his hips, almost gritting his teeth as he sneered.
It seemed he had some foul words to say, but thinking of how he had already dealt with Mo Daozhong, burying him in the depths of the sea, he slowly quelled his anger.
As if sensing Chu Weiyang's state of mind, Chunyu Zhi's voice echoed in his mind, slightly teasing.
"How to say... although it's a clumsy method, arranging the restrictions like this is quite effective. Not everyone can see the crude nature of his restriction methods at a glance, nor can everyone easily destroy the restrictions without causing a commotion.
However, if you want to establish this place as your dojo, the restrictions need careful consideration. They must combine the island's protective formation and the nurturing and refining of cultivation; both are indispensable. Speaking of which, I haven't seen you use talismanic inscriptions before!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Weiyang stopped his steps towards the thatched cottage.
He suddenly turned around, surveying the flat and open island.
With a flip of his hand, the compass was already in his grasp.
As he carefully examined the surroundings, in no time, Chu Weiyang closed his eyes, as if entering a meditative state, carefully sensing something.
After a long while, when the young man spoke again, he was already brimming with confidence.
"It truly is a good place; no wonder it caught Mo Daozhong's eye. Beneath this island, it seems to be connected to the underwater fire veins, with a faint aura of death energy rising. I am quite sensitive to this.
Looking at it this way, the雷篆 (Lei Zhuan) and云篆 (Yun Zhuan) won't do; I should use《九元祈灵赤文诸符通旨》 (Jiu Yuan Qi Ling Chi Wen Zhu Fu Tong Zhi), using the nine yuan red inscriptions to carry the water and fire paths. The water path is external, interlinked with《九面玄龟太一咒》 (Jiu Mian Xuan Gui Tai Yi Zhou).
Thus, the outer waters will not be seawater but dark waters, with toxic death energy rising, inducing water vapor, revealing layered illusions, and subtly aligning with the innate八卦 (Ba Gua), obstructing others invisibly!
These nine yuan red inscriptions are like the nine-faced玄龟 (Xuan Gui), illuminating the eight trigrams on the outside to support the central承天玄镜 (Cheng Tian Xuan Jing), while internally interlinking with《五凤引凰南明咒》 (Wu Feng Yin Huang Nan Ming Zhou)!
At that time, nurturing a口翠玉火 (Kou Cui Yu Huo) will draw in the underground fire's death energy for day and night tempering. When strong enemies come, amidst the swirling five energies of玄冥 (Xuan Ming) and spiritual light, water becomes fire, and fire becomes water!
Thus, with both water and fire nurtured in nature, not only will I gain many powers, but my secluded cultivation on the island will also become an unparalleled treasure ground!"
As he spoke, surveying the entire island, Chu Weiyang seemed to truly see the scene when the法阵 (Fa Zhen) restrictions were set up.
After hearing Chu Weiyang's narration, Chunyu Zhi remained silent for a long time.
After a few breaths, she finally spoke.
"The articles that can be crafted within a small space are indeed limited. Even if I were to act personally, I could only achieve this level. Using the nine yuan red inscriptions to carry both water and fire, with the water merging into the true spiritual realm and the fire guiding the terrain, I never expected, Chu Weiyang, that your true talent would shine here!
However, leave a gap for nurturing the翠玉火; I might have some ideas. We cannot let the underwater fire veins be wasted. If used properly, this island could become a fierce ground. If the fire is strong, it might even have the potential to refine the玄铜 (Xuan Tong) of the Northern Sea!"
At this point, Chu Weiyang suddenly took out the jade slip again.
He was searching for several types of precious materials sufficient to set up the array according to the records in the jade slip.
At the same time, Chunyu Zhi seemed to have been invigorated by her true spirit and urged him to hurry.
As they spoke, Chu Weiyang had already put down the jade slip in his hand, carefully observing the several thatched cottages standing in a crisscross manner before him.
He found the marked symbols on the doors and walked to one of the cottages, raising his hand to form a法印 (Fa Yin), drawing down pure water vapor spiritual light.
As the spiritual light swirled, in an instant, the door swung open.
When Chu Weiyang looked up again, the dazzling brilliance almost gave him the illusion of facing the morning glow over the sea once more.
Squinting slightly, after Chu Weiyang adjusted his gaze, he saw that within the opened door of the thatched cottage stood wooden frames, and upon closer inspection, they were piled high with pure white jade stones, each radiating with a rich spiritual light.
Just one glance revealed that the spiritual jade, the size of a forearm and as thick as a wrist, filled the cottage to the brim, not to mention the dim corners where the bright light of alchemy was reflected.
At this moment, Chu Weiyang felt a slight pause in his breath.
Earlier, he thought he had glimpsed the foundation of the Hundred Serpent Island Mo family, thus reducing his expectations of the floating wealth claimed by Mo Daozhong by more than half.
But now, he was truly shocked.
No wonder, no wonder Mo Daozhong had to seek such a place to store his treasures.
For a moment, Chu Weiyang was at a loss for words, unsure whether to say that the Mo family was wealthy or that Mo Daozhong was too sinister.
At the same time, Chunyu Zhi's clear laughter echoed in Chu Weiyang's mind.
The freedom and joy in Chunyu Zhi's words, in a daze, reminded Chu Weiyang of the once imposing Master Sister Ting Changshan at the Demon Suppression Cave, unrestrained and carefree!
As if having experienced countless sails, she had once again found her true nature and essence.
But at the same time, Chu Weiyang's thoughts turned sharply, and he hurriedly spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of pain.
As he exclaimed, by the end, Chu Weiyang himself almost paused.
After all, he was momentarily captivated by such treasures, and while speaking, he suddenly realized.
"That's right, I must use them all today! Refining treasures is essential for my cultivation; otherwise, these spiritual jades piled here are nothing but lifeless objects! Mo Daozhong's treasures have been hidden for who knows how many years, and now all these benefits have fallen into my hands! If I hesitate to use them, will I have to use them to refine a coffin in the future? Use! Use them all!"
As if touched by Chu Weiyang's state of mind, Chunyu Zhi laughed even more heartily.
Just as she spoke, Chu Weiyang followed closely behind with another remark.
In his mind, the clear laughter suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
After a long while, when Chu Weiyang picked up a piece of spiritual jade from the wooden frame and examined it carefully, he heard Chunyu Zhi once again speak through gritted teeth, filled with resentment:
In response to Chunyu Zhi, a sword qi condensed at Chu Weiyang's fingertips, resembling a sharp carving knife, and as it brushed against the spiritual jade, it instantly sliced it into palm-sized, thick, and flat jade pieces.
Upon closer inspection, intricate and winding inscriptions were deeply imprinted upon them.
At first glance, the inscriptions appeared flawless.
It was as if... as if they had been directly replicated from the original text of the Dao scriptures, naturally giving one the impression that this jade stone had grown into this form the moment it came into existence.
In an instant, there was a long silence in his mind.
Upon listening again, Chunyu Zhi had lost her anger.
Half a day later, thick fog suddenly rose over the sea.
The layered mist intertwined like a stupa, and amidst the hazy surroundings, one could only faintly hear a hoarse voice echoing like a long howl—
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Xun Chun Xu Zhou
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