Ascension Through Generations

The Wanshou Palace seemed to be a magnificent palace, but when Zhao Sheng followed Ancestor Qingkong and flew into the palace gate, he was surprised to find that the space inside the palace was hundreds of times larger than it looked from the outside.

At a glance, the space inside the palace seems to be a spiritual cave that stretches hundreds of miles across. The spiritual clouds are lingering below, and thousands of flowers are vying for beauty in the clouds. The refreshing fragrance blows towards the face.

The sky above was hazy and deep, with stars all over the sky faintly appearing. The stars cast bright and soft light, illuminating this spiritual realm.

What caught Zhao Sheng's special attention was the vigorous, verdant, leafy ancient dragon-scale trees scattered throughout the spiritual realm, about a few miles apart.

The crown of the ancient dragon-scale tree spreads out flatly, and its branches and leaves are intertwined, growing into a natural altar.

When Zhao Sheng entered this place, some of the Nascent Soul Ancestors were already sitting on some of the altars. They all looked very imposing and at ease.

"Fellow Daoist Tianqiong, your seat is still in front, please come with me!" Ancestor Qingkong turned around and smiled at Zhao Sheng.

"Thank you." Zhao Sheng nodded slightly and said with a smile.

The two of them flew side by side towards the depths of the spiritual realm, passing ancient dragon-scaled trees along the way. From time to time, looks of scrutiny, curiosity, or indifference came from the surrounding altars.

Of course, no Yuanying dared to use his spiritual thoughts to find out what happened, because this move was a deliberate provocation.

Zhao Sheng discovered that the deeper he went into the spiritual realm, the taller and older the surrounding ancient dragon-scale trees became, and the concentration of spiritual energy became richer.

Similarly, the Yuan Ying Ancestor on the Dharma Platform is becoming more and more unpredictable, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

Two breaths later, Patriarch Qingkong led Zhao Sheng to an ancient dragon lin tree that was a hundred feet high, and directed him to sit down at the altar.

Zhao Sheng thanked him, and in a flash, he sat behind the jade table.

As soon as we sat down, pure and lovely green-eyed beauties flew up to the Dharma platform from the tree canopy, offering all kinds of rare and exotic fruits, spiritual wines and delicacies like a flowing stream of water. Finally, a purple incense burner was presented.

When Zhao Sheng heard it, his soul suddenly felt refreshed and all the distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared.

"Well, it's actually purple spirit resin! It's really extravagant." Zhao Sheng was secretly surprised.

You must know that purple spirit resin is a kind of top grade spirit resin secreted by the ten thousand year old purple spirit treasure tree.

After being lit, the fresh air it emits has the magical effect of expelling inner demons, enlightening the soul, and increasing spiritual thoughts.

When breaking through the realm, if one can be influenced by the pure Qi of the Purple Spirit, the success rate can be increased by 10 to 30%, even if the pill is broken and the infant is born.

From this, you can imagine how precious purple spirit resin is.

However, there is only one ten-thousand-year-old purple spirit treasure tree in the Netherworld, and it still grows on the mountainside of Huangling Peak.

Because of Huang Zu's protection, no one in the world dared to approach the Purple Spirit Treasure Tree Baili except for the Shumei clan.

Not to mention getting some purple spirit resin.

For Huang Zu's 9,000th birthday, the Shumei clan was bleeding a lot this time.

Zhao Sheng had seen countless big scenes, and after being startled, he quickly calmed down.

Looking around, through the hazy clouds, he could see twelve Dharma platforms in front of his seat.

There were only three people sitting in the Twelve Dharma Platforms.

Zhao Sheng glanced at him and suddenly had a clue in his heart. These three were all great masters of the late Nascent Soul, and they were all extremely difficult to deal with.

One of them, an arrogant old man with a hooked nose and two wings on his back, was Patriarch Lei Peng, whose cultivation level was at least the seventh level of Nascent Soul.

Although the other two great masters had never met, Zhao Sheng observed their appearance and demeanor and quickly concluded that one of them was from the Tianhuang Continent. This person was named Juwuxiang and was from the Juye tribe.

The last one is an "old friend" from the Youshen Realm, who is a late Nascent Soul guard from the Tiandao Sect.

Zhao Sheng's gaze immediately attracted the attention of the three people.

House Qi's eyes flashed, and a few rays of blood flashed in his pupils.

He looked at the strange Nascent Soul in a golden robe below, feeling a bit disgusted for no reason in his heart. He always felt that that person was very unpleasant to his eyes.

Fang Fangqi was very surprised. He had never seen that person before, so why did he feel disgusted at first sight?

Thinking of this, a friendly smile appeared on his face, and his spiritual mind sent a message to him: "I am the special envoy of the Tiandao Sect in the next room, and I am here to celebrate Huang Zu's birthday. Do you dare to ask your name?"

Zhao Sheng was shocked when he heard this. He didn't know what went wrong, but it aroused the other party's curiosity.

"It turns out that he is a Taoist brother from the Tiandao sect. I have admired him for a long time! The common name is no longer used. Now the Taoist name is Tianqiong. He comes from a small and unknown sect in the eastern part of the mainland. It is not as famous as your sect in the world." Zhao Sheng remained calm and said the same He nodded and smiled.

"Hey, since ancient times, heroes do not ask where they come from! In my opinion, fellow Taoist Tianqiong must have reached a later stage of cultivation. I think I know a little bit about every fellow Taoist in the late Yuan Ying stage. But why have I never heard of fellow Taoist before? His name." Fang Fangqi's eyes were bright, and there was just the right expression of curiosity on his face, as if he was asking casually.

Zhao Sheng showed a hint of embarrassment and said in a calm voice: "I have been cultivating hard, and I have been cultivating in Shenxu for thousands of years. I haven't moved around the two worlds for a long time. Fellow Taoist Fang, I don't know that my reputation is not unusual at all."

"Oh, is that so? I didn't expect Taoist Fellow Tianqiong to be an ascetic monk. I'm so disrespectful!" Fang Fangqi removed the blood from his eyes and cupped his hands thoughtfully.

Zhao Sheng didn't want to pay attention to this person, so he cupped his hands, looked a little apologetic, and then closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing this situation, Fang Fangqi took a deep look at Zhao Sheng, then withdrew his gaze, wondering what he was thinking in his heart.

After a moment, Zhao Sheng's thoughts changed, and he suddenly felt a malicious gaze cast on him.

Zhao Sheng opened his eyes fiercely, turned around and saw that on top of an ancient dragon scale tree more than thirty miles away, the Great Priest of Hetai of the River Otter Clan was looking over fiercely, his eyes full of hatred.

As soon as he was noticed, the ancestor of the river otter tribe with a body like an elephant turned his gaze away bitterly, not bothering to look at Zhao Sheng again.

It turned out to be a suffering master, no wonder!

Zhao Sheng found it funny. This river otter ancestor was really fierce and cruel. It was clear that tens of thousands of his clan members were killed and injured, and they were even driven out of the Zhuolang Lake area.

He Tai was timid and afraid of getting into trouble. He watched helplessly as another ancestor of his tribe was seriously injured and escaped, but he didn't dare to die personally.

Now he dares to look evilly at him. Who gave him the courage?

Zhao Sheng glanced at the seats around him, and when he saw the "old friends" on the stage, he suddenly realized that it turned out that several of his defeated generals had joined forces.

Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, not caring at all about a group of people who had their own agenda.

"Senior Tianqiong, it turns out you are here! It will be easier for me to find you!"

At this moment, a voice of surprise came from a distance. Zhao Sheng looked for the sound and saw a human Nascent Soul wearing green armor and surrounded by green light. He quickly approached and landed on the altar in a blink of an eye. He walked quickly. He walked to the jade table and sat down.

After sitting down, Mo Bieji raised his hand to pour himself a glass of spiritual wine, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. Then he licked his lips generously and shouted: "It's so cool. Bihua Qiongjiang is indeed one of the top ten spiritual wines in the world. I really appreciate it." People keep coming back.”

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand and pulled the jug back to his side. He couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You drunkard didn't stay in your seat and came to me to beg for a drink. You should be beaten!"

"Hit me, senior, just say hello to me. But after the beating, this pot of Bihua Qiongjiang will belong to me." Mo Bieji took the initiative and stretched out his head, with a look on his face.

"Haha, you have such a beautiful idea. I really broke your heart. The important task of protecting the human race will fall on me. Don't do this business that is losing money! It's just a pot of spiritual wine. Take it and get out of here. Save it. Stay here and be a nuisance.”

Mo Bieli turned a deaf ear and happily put away the wine bottle, but then suddenly slapped the table and sighed: "Alas, you don't know something, senior. It was really difficult for me to support my clan by myself before! Fortunately, senior achieved great success and returned to the world in time. And with one move, he opened up a new territory of seven thousand miles for the human race, and his achievements are indeed greater than those of heaven."

"alright!"

Zhao Sheng suddenly interrupted him and said calmly: "No need to talk nonsense, do you want to fight against the autumn wind again?"

"Hey, the one who knows me must be my senior! I've been a bit tight lately, so I just wanted to borrow some top-quality spiritual stone flowers from my senior."

"No, not one!"

Looking at Zhao Sheng who was fighting for his life, Mo Biere touched his face, and suddenly a mysterious spiritual message came through: "Senior, have you heard about it? There are many Yuan Ying comrades from the Tianwai sect who will also join Huang Zu. Birthday. Maybe you’ll see a lot of old acquaintances later.”

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, he took a deep look at Mo Biejie, and calmly sent a message back: "There are no spiritual stones, only two fourth-level low-grade treasure talismans. Do you want love?"

"Of course!" Mo Biejie slapped his thigh, licked his face and said with a smile, "Hey, the fourth-level talisman is used well, it can seriously injure the Nascent Soul. How can you not want such a rare treasure!"

Zhao Sheng took out two thumb-sized talisman beads from the bottom of his sleeves, threw them into his arms, and then waved his sleeves to sweep them away.

"Leave quickly, I've changed my mind!"

"Hey, I'm leaving now. But before I leave, I must tell my seniors some news. Mother Wanxiu of the Corpse Mushroom Clan has sent me a message, ordering our human race not to continue to expand. Otherwise, we will be attacked by the Corpse Mushroom Clan's full strength. ."

"Oh, why didn't Wanxiu Mushroom Mother go to Black King Peak directly, but sent the message through you?"

"Who knows what those perverts are thinking, maybe they just see me being close!"

After saying that, Mo Bijie stood up, jumped into the air, and left in the light.

Zhao Sheng lowered his eyelids, feeling like a mirror.

It seemed that Mo Biejie was a little suspicious of him.

That's right, a strange late-stage Yuan Ying overhaul suddenly appeared out of thin air, and anyone who saw it would feel embarrassed.

What's more, the human race in the Nine Demons Continent is weak. Mo Biejie, who was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, was able to support the overall situation by himself and could not withstand too much trouble.

But Mo Biejie might have guessed that he was from the Nether God Realm, but he shouldn't have thought that he was from the Tianzhu Realm.

In fact, the attitudes of Youshen and Mingye towards Tianzhu Realm are different.

The Mingye Realm is not directly connected to the Tianzhu Realm, so it is naturally far away from the war.

In addition, this world and the Nether God Realm have always been at odds with each other, and their relationship with each other is bad.

Therefore, the gods of the Mingye Realm and the ancestors of Yuanying all adhere to the mentality of watching the fire from the other side and never get involved in the war between the two realms.

Zhao Sheng closed his eyes and meditated, secretly deducing various unexpected situations that might occur in the future.

The worst outcome is that someone will identify you and have to run away.

With the magical phase shift in his possession, Zhao Sheng is not afraid of being chased and intercepted. The only thing he is worried about is Huang Zu.

If he took action, he wasn't sure he could escape.

While Zhao Sheng was thinking about countermeasures, one after another Yuanying ancestors came to Wanshou Hall and sat on the canopy altar.

Before the grand event started, these Yuan Ying ancestors who rarely met each other came to their old friends to chat and laugh.

At this time, the ancestor Wu Tao of the River Otter tribe quietly transmitted a message to several companions who were suffering from the same problem.

Not long after, Wu Tao took the initiative to find Ancestor Lei Peng with two ancestors, Ghost Fox and Earth Python.

In just a few words, I don't know how big of a promise he made, but he actually convinced the proud Ancestor Lei Peng.

Suddenly, an electric rainbow soared into the sky, flew into the air, folded slightly, and flew across three miles of void before landing on the altar where Zhao Sheng was.

The lightning flashed away, revealing the cold and arrogant face of Patriarch Lei Peng.

Zhao Sheng seemed to be aware of it. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked straight at Ancestor Lei Peng with an extremely penetrating gaze.

At this time, Wu Tao and three others also came out of the light and fell behind Ancestor Lei Peng one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Lei Peng, please take a seat!" Zhao Sheng glanced at the three, and then said in a calm tone.

"Haha, no need. I have other things to do and I don't have time to sit for a long time." After Patriarch Lei Peng said this, he changed the subject: I am here just to be a peacemaker. It is unethical for your human race to occupy the territory of the River Otter Clan for no reason. Of course it is unrealistic for you to quit completely. But for my sake, Tianqiong, how about you carve out half of the Zhuolang Lake and give it to the River Otter Clan? "

"Hmph, half of Zhuolang Lake is more than 3,000 miles away. Lei Peng just said a word to make you want to move away. Your abacus is too accurate. How many millimeters of spiritual stone can a mere face be worth?" Zhao Sheng sat still. He sneered without fear.

This is the Wanshou Palace, where Nascent Souls are gathered, and he doesn't believe that Lei Peng dares to violate taboos and attack in public.

When Ancestor Lei Peng saw this, his eagle eyes flashed fiercely, but he suppressed his anger and said sullenly: "It seems that my face is not big enough. In this case, I will simply buy you a glass of wine as an apology! "

Before he finished speaking, Patriarch Lei Peng's whole body flashed with lightning, and he waved his hand and threw a thin crystal jade wine glass.

The crystal cup was no more than an inch high and flew towards Zhao Sheng. While flying, a large thunderous light emerged from the cup.

The light of lightning enveloped the wine glass like water, and the thunder roared, pushing towards Zhao Sheng with the force of reaching mountains and seas.

Seeing such momentum, Zhao Sheng flicked his finger, and a stream of golden sparks shot out of the air.

The sparks actually penetrated the lightning and submerged into the wine glass.

Peng!

Clusters of golden flames suddenly swelled out of the cup, and in the blink of an eye they were equal to the lightning.

The crystal jade wine glass suddenly stopped in mid-air, motionless.

The surrounding void was distorted and blurred, and a mental storm roared. However, the storm was restrained within three feet of the wine glass, and no trace of it leaked out.

Using the wine glass as a battlefield, two unusually powerful spiritual thoughts collided and clashed countless times in an instant. Thunder and fire intertwined and continuously evolved into various dharma-like true spirits. However, they were all quickly destroyed until the vision of a great roc transiting the sun was manifested.