Chapter 759: Chapter 421: Life in Bearing, Magic Body Turned to Mud (Part 2)

As far as he knew, there were quite a few factions that wanted to strike from the shadows.

They didn’t care if there would be a great calamity.

In any case, it would pass eventually.

If they could take the opportunity to eliminate a few elite seedlings of the Tao Furnace Realm, that would be all the better.

The sword heart trembled slightly.

The voice of Wei Qingye came from within:

"It’s fine."

"Only the magical obstruction here seems endless."

"And it even originates from a transformed great sun; I truly wonder what that bunch of bald-headed monks from the Buddhist Sect are doing, seeing their own lineage facing such a problem, yet not coming to manage it."

His voice was still steady, but it carried a hint of weariness.

He was clearly quite exhausted.

Sword cultivators, after all.

Though the sword cultivators of the Celestial Vein Sword Mountain were not ordinary sword cultivators, they still couldn’t avoid the common pitfalls of sword cultivators.

"Turns out you’re not enduring," Li Ye teased, just as he was about to ask if he needed any help.

When suddenly, he felt a force preventing him from saying the words.

Even his heart felt a little compressed.

As if he couldn’t breathe.

"..."

He instantly knew this was his attempt to interfere with causality, or perhaps "consequence."

His relationship with Wei Qingye was good.

Because of this, their relationship had already formed a vast "net," a slight interference would cause considerable upheaval; within the Tao Furnace Realm, it didn’t matter.

The Celestial Dao would bear everything for these children.

But at this moment, they were in the Chaotic Outer Domain.

Nonetheless, Li Ye was never one to fear such things; entering tribulation to cross tribulation, he was quite keen to see what kind of disaster could make his Spiritual Sense give such a warning.

So he bore the pressure and said lightly:

"Do you need my help?"

Wei Qingye seemed to be waiting for him to ask that question.

Immediately, he eagerly said:

"The main problem here is the difficulty of removing the magical obstruction. If it were a singular, immensely powerful magical obstruction, it would be solvable, but it comes incessantly, exhausting our Essence, Qi, and Spirit daily.

The Array doesn’t help much since it’s a foreign construct.

So I was hoping, Brother Li, that you could cultivate some Spirit Plants and Spirit Beasts that could grow here, even if it could share some pressure, it could save countless mortal lives here."

"Alright," Li Ye responded directly, "But I have just spent much Vitality; if I want to descend to that realm, I’m afraid I’ll need to construct an altar.

The way cannot be lightly transmitted.

If the mortals there wish to save themselves, let them build the altar, and I will naturally descend."

Hmm?

Wei Qingye casually crushed a demon monster.

Somewhat puzzled in his heart.

An altar?

Although it’s something the Taoism often uses, generally speaking, it’s just to put on a show. If it truly came down to it, not only chanting Magic Spells and rites, even just shouting would bring a direct descent.

The Taoist Sect, often you would defeat the lesser and call upon the greater when needed, even higher if that wasn’t enough.

Normally, it’s something for deities with "official positions."

Why would Li Ye need such a thing to descend?

Knowing that he holds the sword heart at Li Ye’s side, their relationship is so good that he could appear with just a call.

There must be more to it than just the reason of "the way cannot be lightly transmitted."

His mind turned over and over, but he couldn’t know the exact reason.

He could only act according to Li Ye’s words.

Fortunately.

The mortals indeed wished to save themselves.

Soon, they began constructing the altar that Li Ye required using their strong laborers.

And Li Ye.

Sitting within his own Cave Mansion.

Around him, floating were talismans made of gold and jade, and with concentrated Spiritual Power on his fingers, he was drawing designs on those talismans seriously.

The Sun and Moon Ring was also hovering quietly high in the air, the starlight it shed enveloped the entire Talisman Array.

The Emotion Communication, too, was exceptionally brought out by Li Ye, placed in a flowerpot, its branches gently swaying, connecting of beautiful Spirit Patterns among the talismans.

—All this depended on the operation of his Mana.

So for him, it was somewhat difficult.

After all, he truly hadn’t delved deeply into the art of talismans before; at this moment, he found it somewhat strenuous to create these talismans.

"But it’s necessary."

"Alas, why does this calamity challenge us so?"

Li Ye looked at the talismans that were mostly complete.

His previously exhausted body quickly recovered, even felt more energized than before.

Previously, resolving the problem in that world was by borrowing Sister Wangshu’s Divine Power, but this time, he planned to immerse himself in the situation, to materialize the Tribulation Qi, at least transform it into a manipulatable "variable."

In this way, he wouldn’t have to be on edge about the abrupt appearance of calamities, completely unknown what changes drove the sword cultivators to guard, only for a group of scholars to rally the charge...

Having prepared all these things.

He looked again into his Spirit Plant reserves.

After confirming there were no problems, he projected his Divine Sense to the distant realm.

Split a part of his Divine Soul.

Directly stepped into that world.

...

Wei Qingye sat atop a mountain peak.

Beside him stood several junior brothers, they, together with Wei Qingye, gazed at the completed altar.

The altar seemed rather crude.

But there was no other way.

This world’s heritage was essentially... limited by Spirit Monster Wild Immortals.

The mortals in such conditions could build such an altar, they really gave their utmost effort.

If it wasn’t for their covert assistance.

Probably many would have died of exhaustion and starvation before completion.

"But don’t you think it’s strange," a young sword cultivator wiped his already rusting sword.

Quite puzzled, he said, "How could such a mortal world host such terrifying tides of magical obstructions?"

He pointed into the distance.

Where he pointed, within the boundless tide, appeared humanoid entities trudging forward, their bodies seemingly composed of mud and water, approaching continually from afar.

So numerous, they could truly be described as endless.

Given this situation, without the help of sword cultivators, this place would have likely been utterly destroyed long ago, not a single living being left behind.

This was clearly abnormal.

A great calamity would surely leave a sliver of vitality.

It would not result in absolute annihilation.

But why did this place have such dense magical obstructions and that... indestructible great sun?

"Naturally because there are also seeds of myth here."

Li Ye’s voice came from afar.

On the altar, a mysterious light from the Nine Heavens began to shine.

As the radiance converged, a figure in a Taoist Robe was forming, but behind this figure’s head seemed to be a radiance formed by branches; clusters of tender green buds grew upon him...

No matter how one looked, it seemed somewhat bizarre.

The mortals did not dare lift their eyes upon him, bowing their heads in reverence.

But the sword cultivators exchanged bewildered glances.

Wait a minute.

How does this appearance feel a bit off?

Almost like it would invite the Celestial Tribulation?

Li Ye glanced at the mortals bowing toward him, casually spreading a myriad of radiances; though they couldn’t stave off hunger, they could at least stabilize the soul and the body.

Then he directly descended in front of Wei Qingye.

With a grave expression, he said:

"Do you really not read the texts daily? That distant great sun is clearly a fragment of the power of Poshun; though mitigated by the lower realms, it is still Poshun’s power!"

"..."

What?

Poshun???

The faces of Wei Qingye and the others immediately turned.

Yet they saw in front of them, Li Ye’s body urgently manifesting thorny vines, as if wanting to say something.

But unable to utter a word.

Only hesitant sounds emerged.

Those thorny vines spurted forth from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes successively, one after another; eventually even surging out from various parts of his body, piercing through his skin.

In just a moment.

The formerly radiant "Magic Body" had become nourishment for the thorns, unable even to remain suspended midair.

Falling directly to the ground.

"Plop."

Turning into a puddle of...

Mud.