Chapter 857: Shangqing Thunder Tribulation
In fact, this is true. The Longcheng sword technique was obtained by Murong Longcheng from the relics of Huashan. Later, he learned Lu Zu's "Zhixuan Sword Sutra" and inherited Lu Zu's legacy.

His own Taoism is based on swordsmanship, with formations as branches, and then several other branches were added.

Although he has walked his own path, he still has to pass on the basics to Lü Zu. The Golden Elixir Method is derived from the Inner Elixir Method passed down by Lü Zu. It can be said that he is the direct descendant of Lü Zu's lineage.

[This Dongwang Mugong is not Lü Zu. And Donghua Emperor is not Lü Zu either...]

Murong Ji had no idea what the relationship was between the Lu Zu in the two worlds, and he didn't want to delve into it. Now, he was walking on this road.

Being able to get through and get far is what matters. But... you can take care of it.

"Senior, I wonder where the Eastern King Mu Gong is now? I do have some connection with him."

Taiqing Laozi looked at Murong Ji deeply. In the past few moments, Murong Ji had become different. He nodded and walked towards the human settlement with his hands behind his back.

Murong Ji followed quickly.

"In fact, he is the first person to found a religion in this world. Many innate sacred beings did not have many methods of cultivation when they transformed, and they did not even know that there were methods of cultivation."

"At that time, the cultivation method taught by the teacher was not systematic. In the final analysis, it was just an idea and not suitable for everyone. After the first sermon, we were also confused."

"If I can't even understand it myself, how can I care about others? But the Eastern King Mu Gong has put in all his efforts to transform his understanding into the cultivation methods below the Golden Immortal level and pass it on to all living beings in the world."

"I also perfected the cultivation methods above the Golden Immortal. In the Taoist temple, I followed my teacher's example and gathered countless newly transformed innate divine beings. I taught them the teachings and passed down everything I understood."

"I have wasted my precious time, and my progress has been slow, but I have gained countless good relationships and karma."

"That's why, during the teacher's second sermon, he personally appointed him as the leader of the male immortals, hoping that he would guide the sentient beings in the world to practice cultivation."

"It's a pity... there are always some people who can't tolerate him... Dongwang Mugong also suffered a disaster because of this."

Murong Ji followed behind respectfully, listening to the tone of Taiqing Laozi, he seemed to have some complaints about the two people in Heaven. Murong Ji didn't know what kind of grudge there was between them, but it was definitely a good thing for the human race.

[Enlightening the human race, maybe this old man is a little narrow-minded and wants to put some eye drops on the demon race. ]

Murong Ji looked up in the direction of Zhou Mountain. The top of Zhou Mountain was where the Heavenly Palace was.

"If you have any connection with Dongwang Mugong, you should be on guard against the demons of the heavenly court, or even Junior Sister Nuwa. Before the witch-lich catastrophe ends, try not to show off your swordsmanship."

Murong Ji was slightly stunned. These words were a bit too intimate, as if he was treating him as a younger generation.

After coming back to his senses, Murong Ji quickly bowed and thanked him: "Thank you for your guidance, Saint Taiqing."

The way of the sword is an acquired path, but the reason for its birth is closely related to Dong Wanggong.

There is a saying that goes, "The truth of Donghua, the wonder of Xihua." It refers to the two who are the innate yin and yang qi that take shape.

The Eastern King and the Western Queen were formed by the innate yang and yin respectively. And this yang and yin are what Murong Ji understands as spiritual energy and evil energy.

After the human race's cultivation system was perfected, it changed into the two energies of Xuan and Huang.

When he just started practicing, Murong Ji made some guesses when he was using Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao to tame evil spirits. He used this method to confirm that the King Father of the East and the Queen Mother of the West were inseparable.

Who would dare to believe that the East Palace has another identity, the Sun God. It is the sun god above the head of the prehistoric world.

According to the Yi Dao, Taiyin and Taiyang are Changxi and Dijun, while Shaoyin and Shaoyang are Queen Mother of the West and King Father of the East.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. Duke Dong was supposed to follow his own innate path, burned by flames, and become the Emperor of Heaven.

His position is equal to that of Di Jun, but his foundation and background are not as rich as Di Jun. After all, one was born on the sun, and the other was born somewhere in the prehistoric world.

Without any help, he fell behind on the road to enlightenment. In desperation, he could only switch to practicing the acquired path. That was how the sword technique came into being.

The result is predictable. The conflict between the two seemed to be destined by heaven, and the ending had already been written. Until now, no one knows where Dong Wangong is or where he died.

Dead, definitely dead. However, as the most elite creatures in the prehistoric world, how could their true spirits be so easily extinct?

The return of the King of the East is almost a matter of destiny. However, in Murong Ji's opinion, if there is no reincarnation, if the true spirit is reincarnated, will it still be the original King of the East?
His foundation, heritage, blessings, etc. have all changed. Would Emperor Jun Donghuang let go of his blessings? Impossible. [Is that why we have Emperor Donghua? ]

Thinking of the Daluo Jinxian, Murong Ji's heart suddenly sank. He realized that he had underestimated this realm.

Taiqing Laozi glanced back at Murong Ji and knew what he was thinking. He slowly said, "Do you have any questions? Tell me."

Murong Ji bowed and asked, "May I ask, Sage Taiqing, what is a Daluo Immortal?"

Taiqing Laozi looked at the human settlement that was so close to him and did not speak.

Murong Ji seemed to sense something and followed his gaze. He saw that there was an end to the road leading to the human settlement.

At the end was a corner. Murong Ji knew in his heart that this section was the fate between them. When it came to the end, their fate would come to an end.

During this distance, no matter what questions Murong Ji asked, Taiqing Laozi would treat him as his own disciple and answer his questions.

Once it comes to the end, there is no master-disciple relationship or cause and effect between the two. No matter what key point they talk about, Taiqing Laozi will immediately stop talking and they will go their separate ways.

Murong Ji exhaled a breath, his heart calm, still quietly waiting for the answer from Saint Taiqing.

"The Great Luo Immortal... has no beginning and no end. Even if he dies and reincarnates, he can still rely on the past, present, and future. The self that existed in any time period can return... It's nothing more than a matter of background."

Laozi Taiqing walked step by step in the human settlement, and Murong Ji followed respectfully behind him, asking questions one after another.

The two of them seemed to be having a casual conversation, very harmonious.

Suddenly, Taiqing Laozi stopped and reached the corner of the wall at the end of the human settlement. He sighed and turned around.

Seeing Murong Ji's puzzled expression, I knew what I meant very well. Why was this happening...

"You asked me so many questions, why did you just..." Tai Qing Laozi frowned, then stopped talking, and smiled slowly: "Not bad, more sensitive than Xuandu, it's a pity that you and I are not destined to be together."

Murong Ji bowed and saluted: "Farewell to the Holy Saint Taiqing."

When he looked up again, Taiqing Laozi had disappeared.

Murong Ji stood up straight and let out a long breath. He believed that as long as he asked to be his disciple, Taiqing Laozi would definitely accept him.

But, so what? He didn't lack the cultivation method, but the foundation and time.

The foundation of the innate saints is too profound. Only after reaching this step can Taiqing Laozi recognize that they have the foundation and qualifications of the innate saints.

Murong Ji's expression gradually became solemn, and then he sighed helplessly. These innate sacred beings must have practiced for countless epochs.

Even a pig can become an immortal. But those innate saints are focusing on pursuing the great way.

In this life, Murong Ji strengthened his foundation to the extreme. He consumed a lot of innate saints in the war between the lich and the wizard to achieve this result.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! The first watershed in life is the amniotic fluid." Murong Ji smiled bitterly, sorted out his mood, and sighed.

As far as cultivation methods are concerned, Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao and Jin Dan Fa are definitely much more perfect than those passed down by Tai Qing Saint, and are even better than those practiced by Hongjun himself.

After experiencing so many worlds, Murong Ji has also touched that threshold, and he believes that his vision and cognition are not bad.

Furthermore, Murong Ji's future has been determined. The seven avenues run parallel to each other and gather into trees, thus returning to the origin. When it is perfected, Murong Ji is confident that his achievements will not be worse than those saints.

Even ahead of them.

"Boom!"

Murong Ji looked up and saw that the dark clouds of thunder and lightning in the sky had gathered and became as dark as a dream.

As soon as Taiqing Laozi left, the whole sky became as dark as night, with dark and terrifying clouds and lightning flashing continuously.

Purple thunder roared, lighting up the entire sky from time to time, but the secondary scene made Murong Ji slowly exhale a breath of turbid air, and he was a little confused, "Is this the Purple Sky Thunder Tribulation?!"

He also understood thunder magic, but he didn't know how the thunder magic of this ancient world differed from his own.

Riding on his sword, Murong Ji flew towards the barren mountains of Shouyang Mountain in the distance.

Thunderstorms are a resource and should be cherished.

After finding a deserted mountain, Murong Ji looked up. The thunder in the sky seemed to have consciousness, waiting for Murong Ji to avoid the innocent creatures.

Just as he stood still, the thunder from heaven and earth struck down directly and landed on Murong Ji. All kinds of electric currents flowed through his meridians, making Murong Ji feel numb all over and some pain in his meridians. Only then did the sound of thunder come.

"Crack!"

Before Murong Ji could recover, the purple lightning in the sky instantly connected to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji felt numb all over and could hardly hold on any longer. He practiced the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Taoism and tried to absorb the lightning into his body to refine his essence, energy and spirit.

After the thunder tribulation passed, Murong Ji's whole body was charred black. He exhaled a long breath, stretched lazily, and felt pain all over his body from inside to outside.

At the same time, the meridians, tendons and bones were torn, as if they were coated with a layer of fine electric patterns. After the body healed automatically, it became a little tougher.

Looking up, the thunder in the sky was still going on. Murong Ji had a feeling that there was a gaze hidden in the thunder, constantly watching him.

(End of this chapter)