Chương 5: Earthly True Lord

Fang Yang secluded himself in the Daoist temple to consolidate his cultivation, ignoring everything outside, even sending away the East Sea Dragon King who came to visit. While consolidating his cultivation, he began studying the "Manipulating Creation" technique from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Methods.

After joining the Jie Sect, he only heard the Tongtian Sect Leader preach once.

At that time, he had just broken through to the Celestial Immortal realm. As a Celestial Immortal, he knew the principle of not trying to do too much at once. He focused on comprehending three divine abilities: Divine Firmament Thunder, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Travel Technique, and Three Thousand Universes Ascension Technique.

Divine Thunder of the Firmament is an offensive skill, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Travel Technique is a speed skill, and Three Thousand Universes Ascension Technique is a spatial divine power.

His strategy was to use a skill on any enemy he encountered to see if he could reduce their health to low levels. If he could, he would attack relentlessly; if he couldn't reduce their health, he would immediately retreat.

He had a bright future ahead of him, and there was no need for him to get entangled with the enemy. It was only natural for him to kill the enemy; to die at the hands of the enemy would be a huge loss.

Besides these three Taoist arts, he also took the time to listen to a brief listen to the art of manipulating creation. This Taoist art, when cultivated to a high level, can change the essence of all things and all laws, and even create something from nothing.

"In the past, I was limited by my origins, and my body could not bear the divine runes that could manipulate creation. I failed every time I tried to cultivate them. But now it's very different, and I can give it a try."

After Fang Yang took the Heaven-Mending Creation Pill, his body was cleansed by the power of creation, making it much easier for him to cultivate and manipulate creation.

In truth, the great teachings of the sages possess countless supernatural powers, but many of them require specific physical constitutions and destinies to cultivate. Some supernatural powers are even tailor-made for their disciples by the sages. Apart from this one person, no one else in the world can cultivate them.

While manipulating creation isn't a custom-made supernatural power, the requirements for cultivation are extremely high. If a cultivator's foundation isn't up to par, even if they understand the mysteries of the Dao, they won't be able to cultivate it.

No matter how good the software is, the hardware must keep up. If the hardware can't keep up, all the training will be in vain.

Fang Yang reached out and grabbed a pebble the size of an egg in his hand. This pebble was unremarkable; it was neither a spirit stone nor a celestial stone, but just an ordinary, unremarkable rock.

He held a pebble in his hand, with densely packed magical runes flowing between his hands and wrapping around the pebble.

One day, two days, a hundred days passed, and the bluestone remained the same bluestone, unchanged.

Fang Yang was not discouraged. The profound Taoist arts of the orthodox Xuanmen were not so easy to master. Many of his senior brothers and sisters felt that the orthodox Taoist arts were too difficult to cultivate, so they went to cultivate unorthodox and heretical arts.

"How profound and mysterious, yet within it lies essence. This essence is most genuine, and within it lies truth. According to the Tao Te Ching, life is the product of the combination of matter and essence. To give life to matter is to combine the essence of heaven and earth with this matter. The first step in the process of creation is to guide the combination of the essence of heaven and earth with matter."

Three months later, Fang Yang reached out and grasped a ball of the essence of the sun, moon, and stars in his hand. He raised his finger, and this ball of essence arranged into countless runes, slowly sinking into the pebbles.

In an instant, the pebble trembled slightly, and several cracks appeared on its surface.

With a snap, a fluffy little chick hatched. As soon as the stone partridge was born, it flapped its wings and flew into the air.

The flying stone partridge, the fighter jet among stone partridges, was created by Fang Yang.

"It's done!"

Upon seeing this, Fang Yang was overjoyed; he had finally grasped the basics of his ability to manipulate fate. Any supernatural power, once mastered, offers hope of successful cultivation.

After that, he became more and more adept at it.

Under his guidance, thousand-year-old withered trees came to life, ten-thousand-year-old ice and snow opened their mouths, and even the Earthly Fiend Yin-Yang Formation gave birth to a spirit.

After the spirit of the Earthly Fiend Yin-Yang Formation appeared, it felt that its body was not complete enough, so it moved the formation base, and the power of the entire formation increased significantly.

Fang Yang was also amazed by this scene.

It's important to understand that his mastery of manipulation and creation is only at the entry level; he's far from being an expert. To truly reach that level, one can cultivate any supernatural power or technique a cultivator might practice, and their cultivation will continuously improve.

"What amazing supernatural powers! Master has mastered countless wondrous methods. Next time I attend the sermon, I must learn as much as possible. It's never a bad thing to have many skills; the more you cultivate the orthodox methods of the Xuanmen, the more powerful your magical abilities will become."

Just as Fang Yang was beginning to grasp the art of manipulating creation, a steady voice suddenly pierced through the Earthly Fiend Yin-Yang Formation and entered the Daoist temple.

"This humble Taoist is Di Mao Zhenjun of the Jie Sect. May I ask whose sect this is?"

Fang Yang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, feeling surprised. He had been a disciple of the Jie Sect for many years, living a secluded life, and had only met Zhao Gongming, the senior disciple of the outer sect, once. Why would a fellow disciple take the initiative to come to him?

He did not immediately remove the great formation, but instead used his divine sense to look out over the island through the gaps in the Earthly Fiend Yin-Yang Formation.

He saw a Taoist priest standing outside the island, dressed in a gray-blue robe. His face was unremarkable, but he was surrounded by the pure aura of Shangqing Taoism.

Now that he had confirmed they were from the same sect, Fang Yang no longer hesitated. He raised his hand and waved his hand, causing the light screen of the Earthly Fiend Yin-Yang Formation to ripple, clearing a passage.

"Please come in, senior brother."

Di Mao Zhenjun was a Taiyi Golden Immortal. In the cultivation world, those who have attained enlightenment are valued above all else, so Fang Yang respectfully addressed him as his senior brother.

Di Mao Zhenjun stepped into the Daoist temple, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. When he saw that Fang Yang's magical power was pure and that he possessed the Shangqing Daoist arts, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Yang had already stood up to greet him: "Junior Brother Fang Yang greets Senior Brother Di Mao. Junior Brother is devoted to cultivating the Dao and has nothing to offer, please forgive me, Senior Brother."

As Fang Yang spoke, he casually conjured up a pavilion, complete with a stone table and chairs, and a plate of spiritual fruit was placed on the stone table.

Fang Yang was a typical ascetic, and apart from a bunch of immortal herbs, medicines and fruits, Ningzhen Island had nothing to offer his guests.

Di Mao Zhenjun, however, did not care at all. He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, Junior Brother, you don't need to take it to heart. I came here not for personal matters, but on the orders of Senior Brother Zhao Gongming to investigate something."

Fang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, could it be because of the girl? However, there was nothing to hide about this, and he had no guilty conscience.

"Senior Brother heard some rumors in the primordial world that the outer sect of our sect is rife with charlatans and charlatans. They rely on the sect's prestige to do whatever they want, harming living beings. Have you heard about this, Junior Brother?"

After saying that, he looked at Fang Yang seriously, as if he included Fang Yang among those who were just pretending to be talented.

Fang Yang was taken aback upon hearing this. He truly hadn't expected Zhao Gongming to intervene in this matter. But could this Earthly True Lord before him truly be trusted?

"Junior brother, is this really true of the outer sect of our sect?"

As if he could read Fang Yang's mind, Di Mao Zhenjun's eyes held a power that could see through people's hearts, making Fang Yang feel that his thoughts had been completely exposed.

Since things had come to this point, Fang Yang stopped pretending to be ignorant. He nodded and said, "Of course. Many of my senior brothers and sisters are naturally forthright and unconventional, and occasionally they will show their true colors. This is not a secret on this vast sea."

"True feelings? Junior brother believes that the actions of our fellow disciples are all from their hearts, and that this is a manifestation of true feelings?"

Di Mao Zhenjun's eyes held a mocking glint, suggesting he had already grasped the underlying meaning of Fang Yang's words: "If all things in heaven and earth must maintain their original nature and forever retain their true emotions, then what is the point of our sect's teachings to all living beings?"