Chapter 167: Dispute of the Dao

For the Moral Immortal Sect, the Moral Immortal Scripture was of utmost importance, encompassing many secret techniques and methods of the sect.

It even contained essential descriptions regarding the Dao Integration Stage.

Therefore.

Within the Moral Immortal Sect.

Only the Sect Master was able to Cultivate the Moral Immortal Scripture.

Even though Mu Mengting had already stepped into the Void Refining Stage, before becoming the Sect Master, he could not access the Moral Immortal Scripture.

This was the rule and ironclad law of the Moral Immortal Sect, remaining unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years.

However.

Mu Qingliu was clear about this.

Rules were made by people.

With his grandson's terrifying Aptitude and formidable strength, even if the Moral Immortal Scripture were handed over to the other party, it would not have much impact.

Anyway, whether it was given or not, Mu Qingliu was not confident in defeating Lin Yuan.

"It's just that this matter cannot be spread outside, and everything concerning the Moral Immortal Scripture must not be taught to a second person."

Mu Qingliu said.

He could only tolerate Jun Wuji alone knowing the Moral Immortal Scripture.

"Very well."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"The second condition."

"I want to know everything about the Ascension Platform."

Lin Yuan continued.

The Ascension Platform was of great significance.

The reason why the Blood Demon Sea, Nether Palace, and Demon Saint Nest continuously stirred up wars in the Central Earth Divine Continent was precisely for the Ascension Platform.

In addition, tens of thousands of years ago, the reason the Moral Immortal Sect was able to rule the Central Earth Divine Continent was also because of the Ascension Platform.

It was said that the Ascension Platform connected to the Spirit Realm.

"Even if you didn't mention this, I would have told you."

Mu Qingliu said.

Even if he didn't tell Lin Yuan,

those three old fellows from the Nether Palace, Blood Demon Sea, and Demon Saint Nest would impatiently tell the Lord of Yuanyang Island.

"Third."

Lin Yuan paused when he reached this point.

The third condition was also a crucial condition; the first two conditions combined could not compare to it.

"I want to spread Martial Dao in the Central Earth Divine Continent."

Lin Yuan said.

Impliedly, the Moral Immortal Sect was not allowed to suppress the spread of Martial Dao.

"Martial Dao?"

Mu Qingliu's expression changed slightly.

He knew that many Disciples of the White Jade Pavilion in the East China Sea were Cultivating a Cultivation Technique system called Martial Dao.

Mu Qingliu had even viewed some Cultivation Techniques of the Martial Dao system.

Martial Dao was a Cultivation system completely different from Immortal Dao, and with the potential it displayed, it was not much weaker than Immortal Dao.

This time, the Moral Immortal Sect had nurtured a second Refining Void Ancient Saint, and the reason Mu Qingliu held the Taihao Immortal Mirror with the intention of wiping out White Jade Island

was not only because White Jade Island was a soft persimmon in his eyes,

but also because Martial Dao brought a certain sense of threat to Mu Qingliu.

In the East China Sea archipelago, the eight hundred heterodox sects and three thousand left-hand paths all had inconsistent Cultivation systems, yet they had obvious flaws, making it almost impossible for beings at the Refining Void Ancient Saint level to be born.

This was also the reason why the East China Sea archipelago remained in constant chaos; without a sufficiently powerful Cultivator, it could only continue to split apart.

However, Martial Dao,

Mu Qingliu was almost certain that continuing to Cultivate according to the Martial Dao Cultivation system would inevitably give birth to an Ancient Saint—that was, the sixth tier of Martial Dao—it was only a matter of time.

"Change to another one."

"This is impossible."

Mu Qingliu shook his head and said.

Everything else could be negotiated.

But allowing the spread of Martial Dao? This was absolutely impossible.

In Mu Qingliu's eyes, the maximum concession he could make was to let Jun Wuji become the next Sect Master of the Immortal Sect.

No matter what,

Jun Wuji was also a Disciple of the Moral Immortal Sect.

With such strength and Aptitude, he far surpassed Mu Mengting whom he had nurtured by God knows how much.

Letting Jun Wuji be the next Sect Master was not a problem at all.

On the contrary, it could thoroughly win the other party over.

As for Mu Mengting? He could only wrong him a bit and let him be a protector of the Dao for the Moral Immortal Sect.

"Impossible?"

Lin Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

In his heart, he let out a soft sigh.

He had long anticipated this possibility; the fundamental core of Martial Dao and Immortal Dao was different.

To put it simply.

What was the foundation of the Moral Immortal Sect?

Was it the past Sect Masters?

Or the endless immortal arts and secret techniques?

Neither.

The foundation of the Moral Immortal Sect

was Immortal Dao.

To the Moral Immortal Sect, Immortal Dao

was equivalent to the imperial Bloodline within a massive Empire.

Within an Empire, anyone could be emperor, provided you possessed the imperial Bloodline.

Now, Lin Yuan wanting the Moral Immortal Sect to allow the spread of Martial Dao was akin to drawing the firewood from under the cauldron and changing the dynasty for the Moral Immortal Sect.

If Mu Qingliu really agreed to this matter, he would be a historic sinner of the Moral Immortal Sect.

Martial Dao and Immortal Dao were two completely different Daos.

A dispute of the Dao was nothing more than this.

As for why Body Cultivators did not conflict with Immortal Dao, it was because a Body Cultivator was not a complete Cultivation system at all.

Any Cultivation system, when pursued to its depths, would bring all-around enhancements to oneself—Physical Body, Soul, Lifespan, and so on.

However, Body Cultivators could only enhance the Physical Body, unable to even increase the most fundamental Lifespan of a Cultivator.

This meant that Body Cultivators were more like a certain kind of secret technique.

Not only could Immortal Dao incorporate Body Cultivators into its own scope, Martial Dao could too, as could other Demonic Paths and Monster Paths.

"Then forget it."

Lin Yuan's expression was calm.

He had appeared to negotiate with Mu Qingliu

merely to try and see what the Moral Immortal Sect's attitude towards Martial Dao really was.

Lin Yuan had long prepared for failure; before walking up to the peak of Cloud Mist Mountain, he had already sent the Taiyin Primordial Spirit to bring his parents, eldest brother, and second sister to the East China Sea.

"Forget it."

Mu Qingliu's expression was silent.

The meaning of these two words was that the cooperation had failed.

"Wuji."

Mu Qingliu's gaze suddenly turned blazing hot.

The Taihao Immortal Mirror above his head bloomed with wisps of immortal light.

"That Lord of Yuanyang Island should be a Clone of yours?"

Mu Qingliu muttered to himself.

The technique of Clones was not rare; the Moral Immortal Sect possessed secret techniques for refining Clones.

It was just that wanting to refine a Clone required paying a huge price, and in the end, one had to split off a small half of their own Soul and inject it into the Clone's body.

Losing a small half of the Soul meant that for oneself, the speed of Cultivate, Comprehension Ability, and all other aspects would drop by a notch.

Therefore, Mu Qingliu had not Cultivated the Clone technique. Wielding the Taihao Immortal Mirror, in the present world, no matter how far away, a single thought could form an Incarnation of the immortal mirror, which was no different from a Clone.

"Then today I want to see just how strong your strength is, Wuji, since you've endured until today."

Mu Qingliu abruptly stood up, and the Taihao Immortal Mirror above his head shone with an even greater brilliance.

At the foot of Cloud Mist Mountain.

Chunhua and Qiuyue, the two Golden Core female Cultivators, were whispering to each other.

"The Young Master has been up there for so long, why hasn't he come down yet?"

"He's probably chatting with the Sect Master. After all, the Young Master hasn't gone out for a long time."

"Indeed, but for the Sect Master to be willing to chat with the Young Master like this, there is clearly some affection."

As Chunhua and Qiuyue chatted, they occasionally glanced towards the peak of Cloud Mist Mountain.

Suddenly.

A terrifying fluctuation spread down from the peak.

Chunhua and Qiuyue instinctively looked up.

Immediately, their jaws dropped in shock.

They saw two figures soaring into the sky from the peak of Cloud Mist Mountain.

The figure on the left was none other than the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, Mu Qingliu, with the sect-suppressing Immortal Artifact, the Taihao Immortal Mirror, above his head, radiating boundless light and boundless tribulations with a mighty imposing manner.

And the figure on the right seemed to possess peerless might, with surging blood Qi and rolling crimson mists overwhelming a radius of one hundred thousand miles.

The Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, Mu Qingliu, with the Taihao Immortal Mirror above his head, under the endless ocean of Qi and blood, actually looked like a boat that could capsize at any moment, rocking unsteadily.

The key thing that turned Chunhua and Qiuyue's minds into mush was that the figure beating down the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect seemed to be their Young Master, Jun Wuji?

The Young Master started fighting with the Sect Master?

The Sect Master seemingly couldn't beat the Young Master?

Chunhua and Qiuyue widened their mouths.

The moment Mu Qingliu and Lin Yuan clashed, the terrifying fluctuations spread in all directions.

West of the Divine Continent.

Demon Saint Nest.

The Demon Saint was pondering what kind of strength that Lord of Yuanyang Island possessed to actually block a strike from Mu Qingliu who was holding the Taihao Immortal Mirror.

"That is?"

The Demon Saint's expression changed abruptly.

He clearly sensed that in the center of the Central Earth Divine Continent, two powerful auras were confronting each other.

One of them had boundless light and boundless tribulations, illuminating every corner of the world; it should be Mu Qingliu.

As for the other, Qi and blood permeated the air, shaking the Central Earth Divine Continent; even though the Taihao Immortal Mirror had boundless might exceeding the limit of the Refining Void Stage, it was still tottering under the terrifying Qi and blood.

"Who on earth is it?"

"To actually be able to beat down Mu Qingliu within the Central Earth Divine Continent?"

The Demon Saint was truly frightened.

That was Mu Qingliu holding the Taihao Immortal Mirror, whose Divine Might was peerless and invincible in the world. When had he ever been suppressed like this, and moreover right at his own doorstep?

"Reveal yourself to me."

The Demon Saint took a light breath and pressed his hand towards the front.

He was driving a certain secret technique to project the scene of the great battle in the center of the Central Earth Divine Continent here.

Swish.

Illusory images gradually emerged one after another.

That was a battlefield located above the Nine Heavens.

Crimson mists rolled, and bright red Qi and blood almost overwhelmed everything.

Yet the Demon Saint vaguely discovered that a towering man stood in the center of the ocean of Qi and blood. He stood between heaven and earth, wielding a certain fist technique, suppressing the Taihao Immortal Mirror and Mu Qingliu to the point of utter misery.

Every time that man threw a punch, a shallow fist print appeared on the main body of the Taihao Immortal Mirror. Although it recovered in an instant, that was the Taihao Immortal Mirror, a Dao Integration Stage Magic Treasure.

It should be indestructible.

"Monstrous Qi and blood? Is it the Body Cultivator lineage? No, it's not just Body Cultivator."

The Demon Saint swallowed hard. It had been a very, very long time since he felt such terror, but now seeing that towering man, the Demon Saint's mind and Soul were trembling.

"Who on earth is it?"

"Who on earth is it?"

The Demon Saint continued to drive the secret technique, and the image gradually cleared up, vaguely revealing the appearance of that towering man.

"He is…"

The Demon Saint widened his eyes.

As a Refining Void Ancient Saint, how powerful was his memory? Every time he awoke, he would review the appearances of all the slightly important Cultivators of the Moral Immortal Sect in the Central Earth Divine Continent.

And at this moment, the appearance of that towering man turned out to be none other than Jun Wuji, the trash third-generation immortal of the Moral Immortal Sect who had no Spiritual Root Aptitude?

"How is this possible?"

The Demon Saint was dumbfounded and didn't react for a long time.

"It's Jun Wuji?"

"How can he be so strong?"

In the Blood Demon Sea, the Blood Demon Lord also had monstrous waves churn up in his heart.

He had once attempted to win over Jun Wuji and through Jun Wuji, win over Jun Dongjin.

So he was relatively familiar with Jun Wuji, having paid attention to him after all.

Only now.

The Blood Demon Lord's Soul was trembling with fright.

The path of the Blood Demon feared nothing more than extremely masculine and yang-fueled surging Qi and blood.

Although the Blood Demon Lord's life-saving means were extremely powerful, claiming that as long as the Blood Demon Sea did not dry up, he would not die,

yet seeing that towering figure with monstrous blood Qi, the Blood Demon Lord had a feeling that if he were in Mu Qingliu's position right now, no matter how vast the Blood Demon Sea was, it would be evaporated dry by that infinite Qi and blood.

"Jun Wuji, I never expected you to hide so deeply!!"

The Blood Demon Lord steadied his mind.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the bloody figure he had sent over to win over Jun Wuji.

At that time, the bloody figure died very quickly, and the Blood Demon Lord thought he was just unlucky and discovered by Mu Qingliu holding the Taihao Immortal Mirror.

But now, the bloody figure probably died at the hands of Jun Wuji.

"Fortunately."

The Blood Demon Lord looked at the battle that was ongoing—to be exact, the battle where Jun Wuji was beating down Mu Qingliu—and for some reason, he let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although he didn't know why Jun Wuji started fighting with his maternal grandfather Mu Qingliu,

this was a good thing.

Judging by the strength Jun Wuji had displayed now,

if he were to join forces with Mu Qingliu…

No, they didn't even need to join forces.

As long as Jun Wuji had killing intent towards them,

he wouldn't be able to run even if he wanted to.

Other Refining Void Ancient Saints could still hide in some corner and linger on their last breaths,

but he had fused his body with the Blood Demon Sea and could not leave; his target was too obvious, making him simply a living target.

Nether Palace.

Cold sweat faintly broke out on the Emaciated Man's forehead.

He had no Physical Body and was a Soul body; he shouldn't have the concept of 'cold sweat', but when sensing the battle between Lin Yuan and Mu Qingliu, his scalp almost exploded.

If that mighty, boundless ocean of Qi and blood came over to suppress him…

The Emaciated Man dared not imagine what the consequences would be.

As the Ghost Cultivator King, he mastered a certain 'undying' characteristic.

No matter how undying he was, there was still a limit.

Being brushed over by that infinite Qi and blood once would strip off a layer of skin even if he didn't die.

Being brushed a few more times, he would probably truly die.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat."

The Emaciated Man immediately controlled the Nether Palace and retreated towards the extreme south.

He was truly terrified.

Above the Nine Heavens.

Mu Qingliu, with the Taihao Immortal Mirror above his head, was struggling to fend him off.

"Wuji… How can Wuji be so strong?"

Mu Qingliu's expression was ugly. He originally thought that the majority of Jun Wuji's strength resided in that Lord of Yuanyang Island.

With him suddenly attacking,

not to mention winning against the other party, he could at least regain some face.

Being a maternal grandfather who was inferior to his own grandson was not a good thing.

But the reality was the opposite.

The moment they exchanged blows,

he was suppressed by Lin Yuan.

And afterward, there was never any counterattack.

It wasn't that he didn't want to counterattack,

but rather he couldn't counterattack at all.

"This cannot drag on."

Mu Qingliu made a decision in his heart.

Although relying on the Taihao Immortal Mirror, he could still hold on,

continuing like this was not a good thing.

"Let's return to the Moral Immortal Sect."

Mu Qingliu sighed.

For hundreds of thousands of years, this was the first time that the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect was beaten back to the mountain gate at his own doorstep.

Swish.

The Taihao Immortal Mirror suddenly emitted boundless light,

breaking through layers of Qi and blood,

and shooting rapidly towards the direction of the Moral Immortal Mountain.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this,

Lin Yuan followed with big strides.

Moral Immortal Mountain.

Immortal Qi permeated the air.

Yet at this moment, the entire Immortal Sect was facing a formidable enemy.

The Sect Master was battling above the Yunwu Blessed Land, and the terrifying fluctuations had naturally been perceived long ago by the many Disciples of the adjacent Moral Immortal Mountain.

Numerous Elders and Grand Elders began driving the sect-protecting Formation to the full.

Hum!

A beam of mirror light fell from high above.

As the Formation hub of Moral Immortal Mountain, the Taihao Immortal Mirror

could ignore the many Formations of the immortal mountain and directly enter the Immortal Sect.

"Quickly activate the Nine Heavens Defensive Formation, the Ten Earths Thick Soil Formation, the Five Elements Revolving Formation, and the Yin and Yang Blending Formation."

Mu Qingliu said in an urgent tone, driving the Taihao Immortal Mirror, activating all at once the countless Formations accumulated by the Moral Immortal Sect over hundreds of thousands of years.

The next moment.

Swish.

Like crimson mists, boundless, peerless, dazzling, and shocking surging Qi and blood completely submerged Moral Immortal Mountain.

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