sinovels Chapter 34 Reaction of the Three Races
Chapter 34 Reaction of the Three Races
Zhen Yuanzi's voice, imbued with the principles of the earth and resounding throughout the western continent, spread like ripples to every corner of the primordial western wilderness.
Naturally, this also reached the ears of the three most powerful overlords in the primordial world today—the dragon, phoenix, and qilin clans.
Deep within the East Sea, in the Dragon Palace, the Ancestral Dragon sits atop a throne surrounded by nine dragons.
The Daoist chants that emanated from across endless space echoed in his ears, carrying the weight of the earth and the mystery of the Dao.
The Ancestral Dragon pondered for a moment, his whiskers trembling slightly, but he said nothing more. He simply instructed the dragon elders standing to his left and right:
"A decree has been issued to all the peoples of my clan: unless absolutely necessary, do not approach the territory of Longevity Mountain in the west in the near future."
As the leader of the Dragon Clan, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Great Luo realm, so he could naturally sense that Zhen Yuanzi's cultivation was unfathomable and on par with his own.
Moreover, the other party was merely giving a sermon and did not provoke the authority of the three races. At this critical moment, the Dragon Clan is accumulating strength and expanding its influence, so it is not advisable to create unnecessary trouble and make such a great enemy out of thin air.
The dragon elders accepted the order and departed, their dragon roars echoing throughout the four seas, carrying the decree with them.
Deep within the Immortal Volcano, in the heart of the churning lava field, the Phoenix Clan Chief Yuan Feng dwells atop the sacred Wutong tree.
She gracefully preened her shimmering tail feathers, each feather seemingly imbued with the power of fire. Her clear, melodious voice echoed through the nest, carrying a hint of amusement:
"Zhen Yuanzi? He's an interesting individual." She also sensed Zhen Yuanzi's cultivation level and held him in high regard while observing him closely.
After a moment of contemplation, she said to the phoenix messenger who was attending her:
"Pass on my order: members of the Phoenix Clan may make their own decisions. If they wish to go and listen to the teachings, do not stop them, but they must remember the clan rules and not cause trouble."
She neither wanted to offend this powerful being who had suddenly appeared, nor did she want her people to miss out on a possible opportunity; therefore, maintaining a neutral stance was the most appropriate course of action.
On Qilin Cliff, auspicious clouds swirl and thousands of auspicious wisps of air rise. The First Qilin stands atop five-colored auspicious clouds, its gaze fixed on the west with profound depth, radiating an aura of benevolence and virtue.
He listened to the transmitted voice and slowly spoke to the Qilin Elder standing by the cliff:
"This is a sermon by a cultivator; it has no bearing on the development of our clan. Let the young men each perform their duties and focus on development; there's no need to concern themselves with it."
He was relatively calm and composed, believing that the current three-clan structure was initially established, and that the focus should be on consolidating his own power, managing the earth's veins, and bringing blessings to all living beings. As long as the other party did not infringe upon the interests of the Qilin clan, there was no need to pay too much attention to them, so as not to get involved in unnecessary consequences.
The high-ranking officials of the three races unanimously chose not to interfere for the time being, which allowed the preaching at Wanshou Mountain to proceed smoothly in the western wilderness without causing any major disturbances.
However, some astute members on the fringes of the three races, or those eager to break free from existing constraints, took this matter to heart.
Before Longevity Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi stood quietly outside the mountain gate, his simple Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze, his clothes flowing, as if he had become one with the entire sacred mountain.
He did not deliberately release his pressure, but the natural aura of a peak Great Luo cultivator, as well as the profound Daoist charm brought by being the embodiment of the earth and wielding the Earth Book, already made all those who approached feel awe and dare not act rashly.
His divine sense, like an invisible yet intricate net, quietly unfolded, meticulously sensing the countless auras surging towards Longevity Mountain from all directions and through various means. This torrent of living beings was even larger than he had anticipated.
This torrent was vast and turbulent, revealing the diverse forms of life in the primordial western wilderness:
There are mountain spirits and monsters of various shapes and sizes with a strong demonic aura. Most of them cultivate by instinct, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. Their aura is mixed but full of wild and tenacious vitality. Most of them are tigers, leopards, bears and the like that have attained enlightenment.
There are aquatic creatures with relatively pure spiritual energy who come from the water element. Their scales shimmer with a cold light and carry the moist energy of rivers, lakes and seas. They are mainly various kinds of fish, shrimp, crabs and turtles, among which there are some with special bloodlines.
There are descendants of ancient ferocious beasts with a strong aura of menace and fierce eyes. They may not be very intelligent, but their physical bodies are incomparably strong and they have the most instinctive desire for power, such as Taotie and Qiongqi.
There are also spirits of plants and trees with a pure and unique Taoist charm, untouched by the dust of the world. They are full of vitality, closest to nature, and are mostly ancient trees, rare flowers, and exotic plants that are spiritually connected.
There are even some shadowy figures with obscure auras and mysterious actions, hiding among all living beings. They are suspected to be the lingering remnants of some fallen demon gods who attach themselves to living beings, or some innate beings with special origins who do not want to reveal their true forms.
Their cultivation levels varied greatly, ranging from those who had just acquired supernatural powers and were comparable to Earth Immortals (in the current prehistoric world, those who could cross the threshold of mortal life and possess intelligence started at the level of Earth Immortals), to Golden Immortals whose auras were refined and who had already glimpsed the laws, and even some demon kings and elves who ruled over a region and had reached the Taiyi realm.
What caught Zhen Yuanzi's attention even more was that several of them had a hidden and profound aura, blending into the crowd and not being noticeable. However, their original fluctuations had reached the Great Luo realm. Although they were only at the initial stage and their Dao charm was not as profound as his, it was enough to show that the Western Primordial World was full of hidden talents and was not as barren as it appeared on the surface.
Facing these myriad living beings, Zhen Yuanzi's mind stirred slightly. The "Classic of Mountains and Seas," the earth book that floated within his primordial spirit and intertwined with his life, emitted a hazy, mysterious yellow light, resonating even more deeply with the earth beneath his feet. The next moment, the rules of the earth were quietly activated around the enormous platform carved out of the terrain in front of the mountain gate.
A deep, rumbling sound echoed, not deafening, but carrying a profound, earth-shaking weight. Four ancient, massive stone pillars, each requiring several people to encircle, emerged from the ground and slowly rose! The pillars were neither gold nor jade, but a dark yellow color, their surfaces covered with naturally formed Dao patterns, representing the four elements: earth, water, fire, and wind. As they rose, mysterious runes corresponding to the four elements naturally appeared on their surfaces, glowing faintly and drawing the power of the four elements from heaven and earth to converge, forming a simple yet incredibly profound protective array around the platform. This array did not prevent those who came from entering, but it effectively calmed restless minds, harmonized energy, and prevented those listening to the Dao from losing their comprehending profound principles, causing their spiritual energy to run wild, or even leading to demonic possession. The array's radiance was restrained; unless one possessed a high level of cultivation, its existence was almost imperceptible, yet it had already begun to silently take effect.
Hongyun, standing beside Zhen Yuanzi, smiled slightly upon seeing this, understanding his old friend's intention. With a gentle wave of his sleeve, without much fanfare, four incredibly refined beams of spiritual light, each containing the vitality of the Azure Dragon, the murderous intent of the White Tiger, the fiery intensity of the Vermilion Bird, and the profound wisdom of the Black Tortoise, shot out like meteors, landing precisely in the east, west, south, and north of the platform. The beams landed silently without a loud bang, merging into the ground. The next moment, the phantoms of the four sacred beasts rose from their landing points—the Azure Dragon coiled in the east, its scales and claws fully revealed, exuding an inexhaustible vitality; the White Tiger crouched in the west, its eyes gleaming with golden light, its killing intent contained within; the Vermilion Bird spread its wings in the south, flames swirling around it, seemingly ready to incinerate all illusions; the Black Tortoise guarded the north, its snake and tortoise intertwined, as stable as Mount Tai. Although not a physical entity, it was full of spirit and lifelike, echoing the four stone pillars and connecting with them, which amplified the array effect of the entire platform, made the Daoist charm clearer and more perceptible, and made the space seem more stable.
Wanshou Yuanjun silently channeled her profound power, drawing upon her own boundless vitality of Yi wood, emanating wisps of verdant, vibrant Yi wood energy.
These pure energies, like a spiritual mist, did not spread throughout Longevity Hill, but rather precisely enveloped the entire preaching platform.
All living beings within it felt refreshed and clear-headed, their minds seemingly cleansed of distractions, and their thinking became more agile and insightful, greatly benefiting their ability to listen to the Great Dao.