I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

The blue Luan didn't pay much attention to this.

He had been observing this junior Yao Qing Ying for thousands of years.

His current strength might still be a little lacking, but there was no problem with his character!

After passing on the position of the monster race's venerable sovereign to this junior, the only thing he had to do now was to train him to be invincible before he truly reached the end of his path!

At the thought of this, Qing Yuan immediately said in a clear voice, " &Quot; all the demons are to come to Yuyuan in three days! &Quot;

This voice was like a Bell that rang in the air, instantly spreading throughout the entire qingyao mountain.

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Nine luminaries mountain.

A secret place.

Under the high cliff, the three-legged cauldron stood quietly.

This cauldron was a thousand feet tall and was engraved with patterns of clouds and lightning. There were also countless images of humans farming, hunting, attacking, building cities, weaving ... And many other things Engraved on it.

However, in front of this high cliff, the cauldron was as small as a grain of sand.

Right now, the cauldron was filled with five-colored joss sticks. Under the burning of the spiritual fire, smoke and clouds lingered, and a clear bitter smell quickly spread.

The incense was made of thousands of herbs and minerals. After it was burned, the incense mist spiraled up and covered the high cliff.

The wall stood for thousands of feet, the entire area was uneven, not a single blade of grass grew on it, and it was a hard rock that iron and stone could not reach.

On these hard rocks, there were many elegant figures carved.

Many figures were looking out. Some were handsome, some were old, some looked like children, some were ordinary, and some were as beautiful as flowers ... They were either leading cows under the forest, playing flutes in the yard, folding flowers and throwing them at the Vermilion house, or fishing by the stream ... The only similarity was that almost all of them had a calm and peaceful aura, as if they came from the same source as the surrounding forest. There was no conflict.

At the very top of the high cliff was a blurry and unrecognizable back.

The back of the figure was wearing a slightly scribbled Daoist bun. As his large sleeves fluttered, he seemed to want to ride the wind back and completely disappear from this cliff.

The incense burned fiercely, and the smoke and clouds became more and more vast.

Like a Green Sparrow, it quickly scanned the entire cliff.

All the statues that entered the mist seemed to feel something and started to move.

A black Taoist robe stood in the air and raised his hands in front of the cauldron. He stepped in the air in an extremely simple and mysterious way.

There was no sound in the air, only the fragrant mist that lingered and swirled, as if it was dancing.

This dance was not intense, and every movement was filled with a sense of solemnity. It was very different from the current times, as if it had returned from ancient times.

His black Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, and as he turned around, his long eyebrows and bright eyes could be seen. He stood tall and straight, like a young man. However, his hair was white and his eyes were deep, as if he had experienced countless years. The aura around him was calm and indifferent, as if he was one with the wind, water, trees, and flowers, fresh and vigorous.

This Sacrificial Dance had already been going on for 49 days.

He bowed once every three days, danced once every seven days, and burned incense for nine days ... He was extremely familiar with the entire process.

However, on the cliff he was looking at, there was no change except for a little gathering of spiritual vigor.

The dark figure's expression was calm, and he did not show any signs of impatience.

At the end of the Sacrificial Dance, he summoned a spring to wash his hands, closed his eyes, and concentrated for a moment before he got up and started to dance again.

This time, after just a few beats, he immediately felt something and looked up.

Through the thick fog, one could vaguely see all the statues. They didn't move at all, but the cliff seemed to come alive.

A vigorous life force hit him in the face!

The spiritual vigor that was already abundant in this place became even more intense. Countless ordinary plants moved without any wind, as if they had gained sentience at this moment.

Suddenly, on the cliff, one of the figures shook slightly.

&Nbsp; the colors of the scenery around him instantly faded, and the entire world turned into a chaotic dimension.

At the same time, an ethereal and lofty aura descended!

This was the aura of an immortal!

Even though the dark figure was already in the Mahayana realm, he immediately felt the terrifying pressure rolling down!

Even though he was at the 64th tribulation, he still could not look at it directly and could not bear it. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately stopped dancing, withdrew his gaze from the cliff, and bowed his head, " "The junior disciple Xiang Zai greets the ancestral master!"

On the cliff, the old figure's voice was distant. &Quot; "Is it time to start the fleeting life chess game again?"

"Yes, patriarch!""Xiang Zai" replied respectfully.

The person in front of him was the ancestral master of nine luminaries mountain, Xiao Zheng, who had ascended to the celestial world when the fleeting life chess game was activated!

The nine sects all had means of communication with the upper realm, but every time a mortal immortal sent a message, the price was extremely high, and they had to pay all their fate energy. Therefore, the sects would only contact the upper realm on the eve of the opening of the immortal path.

Therefore, even though Xiang Zai had yet to speak, senior Xiao Zheng already knew the reason for his visit.

"The rules of heaven are strict, Immortals don't come into contact with mortals," Xiao Zheng quickly said.

"Even if it's a junior from the same sect as me, I can't be too biased."

&Quot; now you can only ask one thing. I will try to answer in detail. &Quot;

Xiang Zai nodded and immediately said, " "Ancestral master, the four demon sects are communicating with the upper realm to ask about immortal techniques."

"It's the righteous path's turn to ask about the chess game."

"What my sect wants to ask is the luck of this chess game."

The fragrant mist lingered like a sea of clouds, blurring Xiao Zheng's face and figure. He fell silent for a moment, and after a while, he said, " "Great fortune!"

Xiang Zai's expression didn't change, immediately asking, " "Why?"

Xiao Zheng nodded his head slightly. This was the same question.

What he said next was a detailed answer to this question. This action did not violate the heavenly law!

In fact, every time the nine great sects communicated with the upper realm, they could ask one question, and in total, they had nine questions.

In order to obtain more useful clues, the nine sects had studied these nine questions thoroughly. Every question could play a great role in the chess game.

Hence, Xiao Zheng continued, " &Quot; every game of fleeting life is related to the previous one. &Quot;

&Quot; in the game of floating life, the introduction to the path of immortality was 'eternal evil' of the zhongkong sect. &Quot;

"The chess game he drew was the beginning of the primeval war."

&Quot; in the end, his Ascension failed, and all those who participated in that mission died. &Quot;

"If that game is not passed, the next player will have to play the same game."

&Quot; therefore, the last fleeting life chess game was a bad omen. &Quot;

Hearing this, Xiang Zai frowned and immediately asked, " "The last time the floating life chess game was also the primeval war?"

"Then this time ..."

"No!" Xiao Zheng shook his head slightly.

"We were able to successfully ascend that time, of course it was because we drew another chess game!"

&Quot; that was the time when the non-humankind suppressed the world. Their power and status were like a burning oil, and the humankind was weak. &Quot;

&Quot; it's very likely that this situation is because the guide to the immortal path we used was a 'curse'. &Quot;

&Quot; he's not a cultivator of the nine sects, nor is he walking the immortal path of the nine sects. He's not even a human. &Quot;

&Quot; therefore, the game of the primeval war did not continue.

Xiao Zheng then added, " the chess game that has already appeared will not appear again within the nine rounds of Ascension. &Quot;

"There won't be another primeval war in this chess game."

&Quot; as long as the primer's strength isn't too weak, it should be very smooth. &Quot;

Hearing this, Xiang Zai made up his mind and nodded slightly. He said, " "The strength of this primer should be the highest in history!"

"Many thanks for senior's guidance!"

Xiao Zheng didn't say anything more, and the spiritual opportunity on the cliff wall quietly faded away.

At the same time, the incense in the cauldron burned even faster. In the blink of an eye, smoke billowed and flames burst forth, quickly burning the entire cauldron of incense to ashes.

Just as the last piece of incense in the cauldron turned into ashes and fell to the ground, the colors of the entire cliff started to appear. The chaotic space faded away, and the original vegetation that was full of vitality and spiritual vigor appeared again.

At this moment, the ethereal and lofty aura of the celestial had completely disappeared.

Xiang Zai took a step forward and left the secret place.

Xiang Zai's figure instantly appeared on an unremarkable Lone Peak among the many peaks of the nine Phoenix Mountain. The astral wind blew and fluttered his clothes. He turned to look in the direction of the glazed tile Empire and directly sent a voice transmission: "Great fortune!"