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Chapter 405 - 375: Inducing Thousands of Karmic Ties, Ascending with the Rosy Clouds!

Chapter 405: Chapter 375: Inducing Thousands of Karmic Ties, Ascending with the Rosy Clouds!

Each beam of light soared into the sky and exploded slowly at a hundred meters high, where countless spiritual lights started weaving and tracing in the sky.

In the astonished gaze of hundreds of thousands of monks, they transformed into innumerable floating islands.

These fairy islands floated in the air and were supported by beams of light, filled with traces of Dao charm.

They looked like actual illusions, yet they resembled strange scenes from the immortal world.

Subsequently, the temporary identity certificates issued to the cultivators during their reception started flickering with spiritual light all at once.

The Identity Spirit Jade and the surrounding Dao array interconnected, forming energy sphere light shields, encapsulating everyone within.

Even with some prior notifications, this strange transformation still startled many from minor sects or factions, including some solitary practitioners.

The moment the energy sphere finished encapsulating everyone, countless light orbs, like deep-sea bubbles, were carrying each monk and slowly flying into the sky.

At this moment, innumerable light orbs flew out from the space between the more than three hundred mountain ranges of the Demon Suppression Sect, covering the entire sky.

The countless orbs ascended into the sky, reflecting the sunlight, emanating dazzling rainbows of light—resembling countless flying immortals.

This bizarre grand scene left even the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect dumbfounded in their orbs.

Practitioners from different sects and factions were virtually speechless in astonishment as this was their first time seeing the holy land of an immortal family.

Amid everyone’s stunned, excited, or dumbfounded expressions, the orbs carried the monks slowly into the sky, passing through the bases of the hundreds of light beams cast by the numerous mountains.

The orbs, like air bubbles rising to the surface of the water, swiftly flew towards the floating islands scattered across the sky.

On the numerous floating islands, there were lush willows and swaying peach blossoms, with tables everywhere.

Each orb carried a monk to the predetermined locations in front of their respective tables.

As the orbs burst one after another, each practitioner was freed from within, settling at different table seats.

A glance showed a wide range of floating islands of varying sizes and styles within a radius of hundreds of miles in the sky.

Some were just a dozen feet in circumference, while others were hundreds of feet around.

The scenes on them varied greatly—lush green fields, shaded paths lined with willow trees, and even some with artificial hills and streams.

The only similarity was that almost every floating island had blooming peach trees.

One tree shaded a small island, whereas several peach trees nearly formed a forest on larger islands.

The pink peach blossoms decorated the floating islands.

Countless monks were standing on the islands, next to peach trees and in front of tables, lost in the surrounding magnificent scenery.

Approximately a quarter of an hour later, everyone inside the orbs arrived at their respective positions.

Weng!

As the hundreds of light beams below began to vibrate again, with dense spiritual light spraying out, the entire floating island area was covered with extremely thick spiritual power and converged like rosy clouds at a place.

Under the sunlight, like paying tribute to a king, it was like a dreamy divine rainbow.

People instinctively lowered their heads, seeing a figure walking up from the peak of the Demon Suppression Mountain, literally stepping into thin air.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of monks, he was calmly proceeding towards the center of the sky.

The monks surrounded by the array, regardless of their distance, could see each other clearly, as if they were right before their eyes.

He was wearing a blue shirt with a white cloud robe, standing elegantly.

A jade belt was slung around his waist with an unusual jade pendant hanging from it, swaying left and right in rhythm with his steady steps in the air.

As the mountain breeze blew, his clothes fluttered with it, instantly captivating the spectators.

What kind of man was he!

His face was resolute with sharp lines defining his handsome face, as if carefully sculpted and polished by Heaven itself.

Sharp eyebrows framed his dazzling eyes, resembling endless starry depths, concealing infinite mysteries that unintentionally intoxicated everyone who looked at them.

He was in his early twenties, the best time of life, but he didn’t seem like an ordinary man.

Under the gazes of thousands, he remained calm, with a faint smile on his face, but emanating a subtle majesty and a powerful confidence.

A palm-size crimson bird circled around him as he slowly ascended into the sky.

Tramp, tramp!

The crisp footstep sounds echoed through the quiet Demon Suppression Sect and resonated in the hearts of thousands of monks.

This god-like scene was deeply engraved in their minds.

The man leisurely walked up to the cloud islands and, in the full view of the public, arrived in the middle of the sky above the numerous floating islands, in an area a few tens of meters high.

There was a simple white cloud floating there with a simple table on it.

The man came above the cloud, and the morning sunlight shone on him perfectly. A thick spiritual light decorated him, emitting a faint golden color as if he was standing in a halo of divine light.

The palm-sized fire sparrow was perched quietly on the table.

Wang Zijia stood on the cloud, took a look at the cultivators below, paused for a moment under the eyes of thousands of monks, and began to speak:

"Thirty-eight years ago, I received the sect’s decree and was ordered to go to the lower realm."

"In the past thirty-eight years, I’ve broken through forbidden areas, preached the laws, eradicated thousands of demons, and ushered in the Qinglian Shengshi."

"Now I feel my work is complete. On the occasion of breaking through realm ascension, I want to hold another Taoist seminar to expound on the myriad laws of Dao and resolve the karma of this realm."

"The lecture will also last for three days, from establishing the Dao foundation to condensing seeds for ascension. How much you gain will depend on yourselves."

"I hope that all of you will find enlightenment, gain wisdom, and from this point onward see the path to immortality unfold before your very eyes, with the steps to longevity beginning under your feet."

With Wang Zijia’s words concluded, for a moment, the surrounding quieted down and then countless monks simultaneously stood up and bowed, saying:

"Thank you for your teachings, Immortal Venerate!"

Seeing this, Wang Zijia nodded slightly, raised his hand and swung it. During the swirling spiritual light in the sky, Wang Zijia sat down.

As his magical power fluctuated, a peculiar wave spread out.

The gathered monks, who had just sat down, felt a clarity in their minds. Before he even began his lecture, various kinds of realizations began to emerge.

"In the first lecture today, let’s talk about the Nine Grades of Dao Foundation..."

With Wang Zijia’s lecture, under the blessings of the Third-grade Dao Law’s Preaching, accompanied by countless monks, they entered into an unusual understanding. That was Wang Zijia’s perception of condensing the Dao foundation.

His insight into condensing the Dao foundation was the result of tens of thousands of times of repeated refinement, not only was the foundation solid, but it was also a superior First Grade Dao Foundation, and there were understandings in all directions.

Almost any monk, anyone who submerged within it, would have various realizations. It was indeed a chance against Heaven!

For a moment, the spiritual light in the sky swirled. With Wang Zijia’s lectures, the disciples’ epiphanies were incessant.

During this process, Wang Zijia also continuously emanated demon spirit light, which, along with the preaching method, merged into the hearts of countless pre-marked disciples.

The pre-prepared human skin paper men quietly escaped into their Sea of Consciousness and began to cheat.

Under multiple blessings, the entire sky, along with Wang Zijia’s lectures, produced frequent breakthroughs and continual realizations.

For a while, the monks felt the overwhelming Dao sound, as if blossoms were falling and golden lotus were gushing from the earth. The Great Dao appeared before their eyes, ready to pluck.

Time passed unnoticed like this, the sun in the sky rose and fell, and in the exchange of the starry sky, three days passed in a flash.

"Boom!"

When Wang Zijia was lecturing on the culmination of the Rune Seed cultivation, in the center of the floating island group, Fu Wenrui, one of the three head teachers under Wang Zijia’s cloud, suddenly soared to the sky with her spiritual power escalating.

Countless spiritual lights were converging towards her, forming a small sea of spiritual energy absorption.

This peculiar movement made Wang Zijia pause his preaching slightly, and the monks were also shocked awake.

"Chirp!"

Under the gaze of thousands of monks, her body suddenly echoed with the sound of phoenix cries. An illusory seven-colored phoenix appeared slowly behind her like a spirit.

"Chirp chirp!"

From the Spiritual Beast Bag at her waist, five birds similar to Ling Yanlan flew out, spinning slowly around Fu Wenrui.

"Chirp chirp!"

The birds below soared into the sky, flying around the illusory divine bird behind her, as if they were saluting the phoenix.

After a while, when all the unusual phenomena slowly dissipated and Fu Wenrui opened her eyes, she had already become a Perfected Individual.

"To seed a Fifth Grade, well done!" Wang Zijia looked at Fu Wenrui, whom he had given extra attention to, and had even had a few breakthroughs, and nodded approvingly with a smile.

"Thank you for your teachings, Grandmaster. I will forever remember the favor of you paving the way, Grandmaster!"

Wang Zijia casually waved his hand, not continuing to converse with her.

He took a look around at everyone, seeing gazes filled with various emotions such as envy, longing, or filled with determination.

The state of all beings and their images were displayed before his eyes.

"This preaching session is successful. With this... it’s time for me to go."

With Wang Zijia’s words, Ling Yanlan, Fu Wenrui, and Mo Yunzi simultaneously flew into the sky.

They formed a triangle around Wang Zijia, floating in the air. As their auras interconnected, the sky’s endless spiritual power quickly converged.

At the center of the foreheads of the three, a strange Rune flashed, forming an unusual array.

Wang Zijia, who was encircled at the center, took off the jade pendant from his waist and threw it into the sky.

As the jade pendant flew, it projected a spiritual light that enveloped it, continuously flickering as if it was a signal.

In a blink, the wind and clouds changed color, and the spiritual light began to swirl.

"Boom!"

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, a sky-reaching light column fell from the Nine Heavens, breaking through the clouds and engulfing Wang Zijia.

At the center of the beam of light was a patch of darkness, like a hole in heaven.

"Boom!"

The jade pendant engulfing Wang Zijia shook violently with its spiritual light. With Wang Zijia, it transformed into a streak of light, shooting into the sky, piercing into the black hole at the top of the light column.

Under the gaze of thousands of monks, they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I am awaiting all of you at White Peach Mountain in the Upper Realm, in the Peach Forest of ten miles. I look forward to the day we reunite when you ascend!"

"I hope that from today’s farewell, our Dao won’t be severed, our karma won’t end, and there will be a day of reunion."

When his figure disappeared and the light column turned into the rich spiritual energy of the Immortal World and dispersed, Wang Zijia’s carefree words only then spread out from it.

"Farewell, Immortal Venerate, return safely!"

"Farewell, Immortal Venerate!"

"..."

The stunned monks returned to their senses only then and mixedly begin to bow and speak.

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