Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 1495

Chapter 1495: Chapter 613: Sun Raising Yang Locking Cloud Altar (Part 2)

“It has Divine Skills nature, dormant within the smoke, able to change upon encountering techniques and come into existence upon encountering methods.”

Madam Zhe Yun held the damaged Cloud Scissors, nodded lightly, her voice cold: “Not a complete Divine Skill, but already has the roots of a Divine Skill. Tan Zhu, before his death, actually reached this step?”

The two pillars of White Cloud Village were both shocked beyond measure.

The Flowing Cloud Ferry was almost paralyzed!

In just a few hours, at least twenty-seven Flying Boats were forced to reroute. Previously, the Cloud Beast teams were constantly coming and going here, the wine guests from the Floating Life Association, the secret messages from the Setting Sun Association, and the cultivators from White Cloud Village all needed to pass through here.

Now, three Cloud Roads were forced to change routes, seven Flying Boats were delayed, nineteen Cloud Beasts were disturbed by the poisonous gas, and Spirit Light was damaged…

The cost of rerouting the Cloud Roads, compensation for delays, and repairs for the Flying Boat’s protective arrays had already cost nearly a hundred thousand Spirit Stones.

The longer the delay, the greater the losses in this regard.

Even worse, the purple-black poisonous cloud was eroding the Cloud Root of the ferry!

The ferry on Flowing Cloud Peak wasn’t something that could be managed with just any lump of Cloud Qi.

Here, Cloud Veins interacted, with fixed tides, stabilized by Array Flags, and maintained by White Cloud Village for many years.

If the Cloud Root is permeated by the poisonous smoke, the ferry will be ruined from the root. At that time, the entire Cloud Road will collapse, changing the cloud flow of the surrounding small mountain heads.

Cloud flow changes, resulting in wider disturbances. Such disturbances often last for months, even years, until reaching a new balance point and stabilizing again.

But by that time, a brand new location would have created a brand new ferry.

It’s quite possible that it won’t be within White Cloud Village’s territory anymore.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator and Golden Core Cultivator of White Cloud Village, upon learning of this situation, their expressions were each more unpleasant.

Someone angrily said, “Since Tan Zhu admitted, let him compensate!”

Compensate?

He, an aging Demon Dao Nascent Soul, definitely wouldn’t be able to provide it.

Force him?

If you really forced a dying Demon Cultivator, who was the Poison Annihilation Wanderer without children, sects, or ties, pressuring him before he died; should he sit in front of White Cloud Village’s main base for three days, it would be even deadlier!

Moreover, everyone knows why Tan Zhu acted.

White Cloud Village supported Flowing Gold Guest, the latter’s battle with Ning Zhuo was White Cloud Village’s act against Nanming Village.

As a member of Nanming Village, Tan Zhu did not seek others but deliberately polluted White Cloud Village’s Flowing Cloud Ferry for revenge, this intent couldn’t be clearer.

In urgent negotiations, the cultivators were at a loss and could only pinch their noses and beg Tan Zhu for mercy.

This time, it was not the Golden Core Envoy who went but You Yunshou himself ascending the mountain.

He landed thirty feet in front of Tan Zhu from afar, first cupped his hands and spoke in a low tone: “Fellow Daoist Tan, previously White Cloud Village did offend you. Regarding Flowing Gold Guest, our village indeed had inappropriate actions.”

Tan Zhu still sat cross-legged, his gray-white face showing no joy or sorrow, like a stone statue about to weather.

You Yunshou continued: “I ask you, Daoist, to retract your Divine Skills. White Cloud Village acknowledges the ferry’s losses. Additionally, we have prepared three modest gifts to be sent to Nanming Village as an apology.”

Only then did Tan Zhu open his eyes.

His eyes were extremely dark, so dark they were like a poison pool accumulated over millennia.

Tan Zhu didn’t provide further explanation. He stood up, flew above the ferry, slowly raised his hand, and grabbed downward with five fingers.

The purple-black poisonous cloud suspended above Flowing Cloud Ferry suddenly lit up with numerous eerie glows within. Those eerie glows were neither fire nor lightning, but like ghost lights buried deep in decayed soil.

The poisonous cloud began to roll back, first collapsing at the edges, then rotating at the center, turning into a gigantic purple-black vortex.

Within the vortex, a low howl emanated.

Like wind passing through dry bones.

The cultivators at the ferry looked up at this scene, all involuntarily stepping back. The protection arrays on the damaged Flying Boats lit up layer by layer, the Cloud Beasts crouched low, letting out uneasy roars. The disciples of White Cloud Village were even paler.

Tan Zhu clutched his five fingers.

The purple-black vortex suddenly shrank.

Large amounts of poisonous smoke were absorbed back by him, penetrating into his body through his robe and numerous pores.

The remaining Cloud Qi in mid-air turned gray, fragmented, dispersed, like a silk painting scorched by fire, revealing large blanks.

The cultivators of White Cloud Village were nearly speechless from heartache.

This was the Cloud Qi from the ferry they had nurtured for many years, now not even one-tenth remained!

But without removing the poisonous smoke, the entire ferry would be destroyed. Though the losses were heavy now, at least the foundation could be preserved.

“Tan Zhu is truly terrifying!”

“Why did the top provoke Nanming Village?”

“Hmm?” Tan Zhu was about to leave when his expression suddenly changed slightly.

The cloud layer at Flowing Cloud Ferry, day and night circulating, seemingly scattered but cohesive, like a giant Cloud Ring, covering the sky and earth, forming a certain stable cycle and concealment.

At this moment, this cycle was completely broken, revealing a “truth” that had always been hidden.

Oriental dawn light like a blade sliced diagonally into the cloud gap.

Golden-red sunlight pierced through the remaining clouds, shining deep into the mountain belly.

Everyone saw behind that ordinary mountainside a hidden entrance emerge.

The entrance was half-open on the inner side of the cliff, with cloud qi like curtains at the edges, gilded with flowing gold by sunlight.

Deep within the entrance, a vertical ancient well-like hole slowly appeared, with countless dark gold runes on the well wall, awakened by sunlight, lighting up one by one, bright as golden scales.

What churned in the well was not water but golden Yang Energy, and faint flames.

Strands of sunlight fell into the well from the entrance, causing red flames to rise at the bottom.

Sunlight and Earth Fire intersected in the well, wrapped by surrounding Cloud Qi, magically transforming into clusters of red-gold clouds, slowly spreading out along the well mouth.

The red-gold clouds accumulated more and more, surging everywhere, breaking through the hidden entrance, rolling and melting the mountain rocks, revealing more of the interior scene.

A half-embedded mountain belly and half-near cloud sea ancient altar was thus revealed.

The altar was like a cloud disc, layered and overlapping, with Sun Raising patterns carved at the edges. Beneath the altar base, vaguely visible were Fire Veins coiled like a red dragon, with fire light emanating between breaths through the stone cracks. The altar top receives sunlight, the altar waist inhales and exhales clouds and mist, and the altar base rests upon the Fire Veins.

This truly is mountain as furnace, cloud as lid, sun as Pill Fire, Fire Veins as fuel.

The entire mountainside, at this moment, manifested a majestic and unapproachable aura!

The cultivators present were stunned speechless.

The Nascent Soul Cultivators of White Cloud Village reacted, attempting to conceal it, but it was too late.

By then, the red-gold clouds had already overflowed into the sky.

The sky shone brightly with golden light, countless cloud forms morphed within the golden light, at times like golden rocs spreading wings, dazzling and at times like a Pill Furnace opening its lid, radiating treasure light and at times like a red dragon raising the sun, spiraling upwards.

The nearby cultivators felt a warm Pure Yang essence washing over them, neither dry nor fierce, yet vast and solemn, like the rising sun illuminating across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

“What, what is this?!”

“Flowing Cloud Peak actually concealed such a place?”

“Sunlight, Cloud Qi, and Fire Veins converged… this is indeed a feng shui treasure land!”

“On the altar, Yang Energy doesn’t leak, Cloud Qi doesn’t disperse, Fire Veins don’t explode. How strange, who laid this out? This is absolutely not a naturally formed entity!”

Discussion erupted like tidal waves.

The news about the feng shui treasure site, as if sprouting wings, quickly spread across Flowing Cloud Peak, and beyond it, into various parts of Wanxiang Sect’s Main Mountain Gate.

Ning Zhuo learned of the matter while in his Cave Mansion repairing the Soul Absorption Box.

He held the Jade Slip, swept his Divine Sense into it, surprised at first, then became solemn.

“Tan Zhu, truly a renowned Demon Dao figure, his actions this time truly left the entire White Cloud Village helpless, forced to request Tan Zhu’s mercy.”

“Thus, Nanming Village’s fame has soared even higher!”

“But through his disturbance, destroying vast amounts of Cloud Qi, breaking the original concealing cycle, he unexpectedly revealed a feng shui treasure site. It is truly unexpected.”

Ning Zhuo’s brows slightly furrowed, his lips murmuring softly: “Is this the Tribulation Fate?”

Meng Yaoyin’s words resurfaced once again.

Tribulation Fate is the combination of disaster and blessing.

Between the difficulty with Wanxiang Sect, the struggle between Nanming Village and Flowing Cloud Peak, the second battle of Flowing Gold Guest, the bets from various forces, Tan Zhu’s revenge against White Cloud Village… at first glance, all seem to be tribulations, troubles, pressures. But through enduring tribulations, fortunes may indeed emerge from within.

However, fortune never falls into one’s lap without effort.

Whether he can grasp it still depends on Ning Zhuo’s ability to digest the tribulations within.