The righteous path punishes Heaven

Chapter 19 The Demon from Beyond the Heavens

Five major regions, the land of the Western Desert.

Sandstorms sweep across the land, and this desolate desert is always shrouded in sandstorms. Most of the people here live in the area closest to the Daotian Continent.

"How's the reconnaissance going with that convoy that was transporting goods the other day?" In a village, a dark-skinned middle-aged man asked the person in front of him.

The man removed his black hood, revealing a handsome young man with dark skin. His expression was solemn as he reported to the middle-aged man:

"Reporting to the chief, after my team investigated the convoy, we learned that they delivered their goods to a yellow spire, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, deep in the desert. This spire seems to have never existed before, only appearing suddenly recently, which is very strange. Our team dared not approach it rashly, so we had to bring this information back first."

"A yellow spire?" The middle-aged man, referred to as the leader, rested his chin on his left hand and pondered. "In my experience, any building that has never existed before but suddenly appears in a short period of time is generally caused by fragments of ancient narratives."

The young man asked in confusion, "Narrative fragments? What are those?"

The middle-aged leader smiled slightly, revealing the maturity of a senior: "The so-called narrative is a complete world created since ancient times, and these ancient narrative fragments are the evidence of their existence left behind after a higher-level world ascended and left our world."

The young man nodded, seemingly understanding. Just as the two were talking, an unnoticed shooting star streaked across the sky, heading straight into the depths of the desert.

The meteor was not a meteorite, but a purple ball of light that seemed to sweep across the Western Desert with a specific direction, landing directly inside the yellow spire that the young man had mentioned.

When the camel caravans around the spire saw the light fall, the camels immediately jumped off their camels and lifted the black cloths covering their cargo. Inside were neither fresh water nor food, but magical altars covered with runes.

The group remained silent, and with perfect coordination, they removed the altar and carried it inside the yellow spire. Inside, countless yellow coffins lined both sides of the open space, while at the deepest part sat a white skeleton covered in tattered bandages, sitting cross-legged.

These people moved the altar around the skeleton. One of them broke the silence and asked, "Elder, why don't we put the altar in our storage bag? Wouldn't it be safer for us to hide and sneak into this place?"

Upon hearing this, the elder sternly rebuked, "This high-level altar is a treasure of the sect, and it is not something that can be stored in a storage bag. If it weren't for Ancestor Xuanxing knowing that extraterrestrial forces would descend upon this place, why would he have gone to such lengths to move the altar here? Besides, with my cultivation level, who can shake us? If this trip yields any results, the sect's future development will be limitless. Ignorant!"

The man, reprimanded, dared not ask any more questions and fell silent, his head bowed. The elder ignored him. Raising his hands, he formed hand seals, and instantly, magical light materialized. The others followed suit, casting spells and activating the three altars surrounding the skeleton. As spiritual energy flowed in, a faint blue light shone from the altars, dazzling and swirling upwards. After a long while, it coalesced into a blue ball of light, which the elder controlled to fly towards the skeleton.

This strange power seemed to awaken the skeleton. The skull, which was originally filled with death energy, slowly rose at this moment. At the same time, the purple halo falling from the sky instantly merged into the skeleton. The blue and purple lights shone brightly, completely illuminating the dim tower.

The elder shielded his eyes from the dazzling light with his hand, staring incredulously at the figure slowly growing flesh before him. "This is... a being from beyond the realm?"

The blue light formed by the spells of several people was gradually replaced by the mysterious and powerful purple light, and gradually, an invisible pressure enveloped everyone's bodies.

This is a force that broke away from a star field in the universe. It seems to be an aura, but it is more like a remnant soul. It is also mixed with some things that are different from the Nine Heavens and Five Domains, which are called extraterrestrial forces.

Now, this power has descended upon the Western Desert, one of the Nine Heavens and Five Domains. The skeleton has completely transformed into human form, wearing a purple-black robe, with long hair flowing down its shoulders, and its eyes flashing with purple light, exuding endless mystery.

Those who had been enveloped by his oppressive aura for some time were horrified to see this scene. The leading elder, due to his higher cultivation level, was able to barely resist. He struggled to his feet and looked up to ask, "May I ask... where do you come from?"

The purple-robed man, now fully awake, stood in mid-air, slowly lowering his head to look at the elder before him, and replied in a deep voice:

"My name is Sun Jie. I seem to have been a cultivator here before, but my memories are a bit confused. I clearly remember that I have died, but I also lived in another place..." The man's eyes gradually showed confusion, and the invisible pressure dissipated. The people on the ground felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they squatted on the ground panting.

The elder bowed deeply, reminding them, "Your Excellency is indeed dead. Although we know nothing about you, we are certain that it was we who resurrected you in this world. You see..."

The blank look in Sun Jie's eyes was concealed by his expression, replaced by a calm and composed demeanor. His figure slowly disappeared into the space, and at the same time, he said to the elders, "I will remember your great kindness and will repay you handsomely if I have the opportunity in the future."

After saying this, Sun Jie vanished before the stunned gazes of the others. The elder was also somewhat parched. All this trouble had only resulted in an empty promise from this outsider. How was he going to explain himself now? Everyone remained silent, all looking at the elder, who stood there for a long time, pondering a solution, his expression grave.

The sixth peak of the Qiankun Path.

Zhang Yunling had already used several spiritual herbs from his storage bag to refine three second-grade pills, all for improving cultivation. In his opinion, such pills were the most desirable.

Since he arrived at Qiankun Dao, everyone he encountered was at the Foundation Establishment stage. Ordinary Qi Condensation Pills would certainly not interest anyone, so he improved the quality and refined a Grade 2 Heavenly Ladder Pill suitable for Foundation Establishment cultivators to enhance their cultivation.

There are no more herbs left in the storage bag. It seems that I must sell these three pills as soon as possible to raise some funds before I can continue refining pills and making money.

Zhang Yunling got up and walked out of the cave. He remembered that Zhang Ze, who was also a third-grade alchemist, would often hang around in front of his mansion. However, he was always busy refining pills and had no time to pay attention to him.

However, Zhang Yunling didn't take these trivial matters to heart. Perhaps Zhang Ze just saw him refining the perfect Foundation Establishment Pill and wanted to secretly learn some secrets while he was refining the pill.

Turning around and soaring into the air, Zhang Yunling headed down the mountain to where the young herbalists were gathered. The young herbalists were currently tending to a large herb field belonging to the Hundred Herbs Workshop.

Zhang Yunling had no greed for these readily available herbs. If disciples of such a large Taoist sect did not follow the rules and engaged in indiscriminate snatching, wouldn't things be in chaos every day?

As he landed, the nearby apprentices all bowed slightly in greeting: "Greetings, Master Alchemist." Zhang Yunling glanced down at the orange-yellow robe he was wearing, a hint of pride rising in his heart, but his face remained calm as he asked, "Junior brother, how should I proceed if I wish to sell the pills I have refined?"

The young apprentice was somewhat surprised to hear this, but quickly regained his composure and pointed in a direction in the distance, saying, "Sir, you can take the pills to the trading post set up by the sect. Every day, many senior brothers and sisters trade items there, which is also the main way for all disciples to obtain spirit stones."

"Spirit stones?" Zhang Yunling trembled, a surge of thoughts rushing through his mind. These cultivators weren't using coins to trade with each other, but rather something called spirit stones? This was truly troublesome. If it were coins, he could use his cultivation level to rob wealthy families in the mortal realm, but spirit stones seemed to be something only cultivators could possess; they were the exclusive currency of the cultivation world.

Having been destitute in his previous life, Zhang Yunling was even more penniless in this one. He secretly resolved that since he had chosen to become an alchemist, he would use this identity to make a fortune and fulfill his dream of becoming a millionaire in his previous life.