Chapter 1321
Clouds Hang Down, Azure Clouds Calamity, Fire Ignites Flying Heaven Gate
Meanwhile, deep in the border sea.
Outside the Qingyun Sect's headquarters, the situation suddenly changed.
Although Qingyun Sect is not a holy land, there are quite a few cultivators above the Nascent Soul Realm in the sect.
As a top sect in the cultivation world, the Qingyun Sect is located on Yunxia Peak on the edge of the Boundary Sea.
This place is rich in spiritual energy and shrouded in mist, making it a treasure land for cultivation.
However, at this moment, the entire Qingyun Sect was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.
At the top of the main peak, inside an ancient stone hall.
Qingyun Sanren sat cross-legged on a futon, his face as pale as paper.
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into his palms.
Even so, his face remained calm.
His slightly trembling body betrayed the intense pain he was enduring.
"metropolitan!"
A middle-aged cultivator knelt before Qingyun Sanren, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry.
"Your injuries are getting worse. If we don't do something soon, I'm afraid..."
"It's alright."
Qingyun Sanren slowly opened his eyes. Although his voice was weak, it still carried a sense of authority.
"Cough cough... This Purple Blood Immortal-Breaking Curse has invaded my bone marrow and soul, and ordinary methods are simply not enough to resolve it."
As he spoke, he coughed violently again.
Amidst the coughing, a trickle of purplish-black blood spilled from the corner of Qingyun Sanren's mouth, standing out starkly against his pale face.
The purplish-black bloodstains seemed alive, writhing slightly in the air and emitting a chilling aura.
"This is……"
The middle-aged cultivator's pupils constricted, and he exclaimed in shock, "Sect Master, the curse within your body has actually eroded to such an extent?!"
Qingyun Sanren raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, a bitter look flashing in his eyes.
"Three months ago, while exploring the depths of the Boundary Sea, I accidentally stumbled upon an ancient ruin."
"I thought I could subdue the remnant soul in the ruins with my cultivation, but who knew that the demon god would launch a counterattack before dying and plant the Purple Blood Immortal-Breaking Curse on me."
"This Purple Blood Immortal-Slaying Curse is a forbidden curse of the ancient demon race. Once cursed, one will suffer excruciating pain day and night until one's soul is destroyed and turns into a pool of blood."
At this point, a hint of regret flashed in Qingyun Sanren's eyes.
He cultivated himself for over a thousand years and experienced countless trials and tribulations.
I thought I had been cautious enough, but I never expected to stumble in the depths of this Boundary Sea.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator's expression turned even more unpleasant.
"Ancestor, what are you doing now..."
"I am now suffering from excruciating pain every day. If it weren't for my cultivation at the Refining Void Realm, I would probably have been destroyed long ago."
Qingyun Sanren took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain emanating from his body.
"But this can't go on. My lifespan is already running out. If I keep going like this, I'm afraid even my last chance of survival will be cut off."
"So, what do you mean, Ancestor..."
"I'm afraid that only a few Thunder Tribulation Dao Ancestors can save me now. We have no way to contact the other Thunder Tribulation Dao Ancestors. Now we can only go to the Flying Heaven Gate to find Dao Ancestor Ye."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator nodded quickly.
"Yes! This disciple will make the arrangements immediately!"
Not long after, outside the gate of Qingyun Sect.
A magnificent sedan chair, carried by eight True Person Realm cultivators, slowly rose into the air.
The sedan chair was surrounded by a dense array of runes, each emitting a soft glow and firmly protecting it.
Qingyun Sanren lay in the sedan chair, his face pale and his breath weak.
Beside him were more than ten core disciples of the Qingyun Sect, each with a solemn expression, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
"Let's set off for the Flying Gate."
With a command from the middle-aged cultivator.
The sedan chair soared into the air, transforming into a streak of light as it sped towards the Flying Heaven Gate.
Throughout the journey, Qingyun Sanren endured the excruciating pain emanating from his body.
The Purple Blood Immortal-Breaking Curse felt like countless fine needles piercing his bone marrow, bringing excruciating pain with every breath.
But he persevered through gritted teeth, daring not to relax in the slightest.
He knew he was now at his last gasp. If he couldn't find Ye Yang soon, he might really die here.
Three days later.
Flying Gate, the main peak.
Ye Yang was meditating in his cave when he suddenly sensed a familiar presence outside the mountain gate.
Although the aura was faint, it still exuded an indomitable majesty.
"...Fellow Daoist Qingyun?"
Ye Yang opened his eyes, a hint of doubt flashing in them.
He had known Qingyun Sanren for many years, and given the close relationship between their two sects, they could be considered good friends.
Now that Qingyun Sanren has suddenly arrived, and his aura is so weak, could it be that something has happened?
Thinking of this, Ye Yang didn't dare to delay. He flashed and disappeared into the cave.
The next moment, he appeared outside the gate of Feitianmen Mountain.
From afar, one can see a magnificent sedan chair slowly descending onto the square in front of the mountain gate.
Around the sedan chair, more than ten disciples of the Qingyun Sect looked tense, each on high alert, as if afraid that something unexpected might happen.
Ye Yang frowned and quickly walked over.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, what is this...?"
Before he finished speaking, the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted.
Qingyun Sanren's face was ashen as he struggled to sit up from the sedan chair. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and a trace of purplish-black blood remained at the corner of his mouth.
"Master Ye, it's been a long time... cough cough..."
Qingyun Sanren had barely uttered a sentence when he was struck by a violent cough.
Upon seeing this, Ye Yang was startled.
He quickly stepped forward, placed his hand on Qingyun Sanren's wrist, and infused it with a wisp of spiritual energy.
The next moment, Ye Yang's expression suddenly changed.
"This is... the Purple Blood Immortal-Slaying Curse?!"
A look of shock flashed in Ye Yang's eyes. "Fellow Daoist Qingyun, how did you fall victim to such a forbidden curse?"
The Purple Blood Immortal-Slaying Curse is a forbidden technique of the ancient demon race.
Once afflicted by the curse, one will suffer excruciating pain day and night until one's soul and spirit are annihilated.
Such a spell is difficult to break even for a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm.
Qingyun Sanren gave a bitter laugh and said weakly.
"This is a long story... Fellow Daoist Ye, my life is hanging by a thread, please help me."
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, rest assured, now that you have come to the Flying Heaven Sect, I will certainly not stand idly by."
A resolute glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.
"Someone, help Fellow Daoist Qingyun to the quiet room. I want to treat him personally."
Soon, Qingyun Sanren was helped to a quiet room on the main peak of Feitianmen.
The quiet room was filled with spiritual energy, and various arrays that isolated the aura were placed all around.
Ye Yang had Qingyun Sanren lie down on the stone bed, then raised his hand and waved it. Streams of spiritual light flew from his fingertips, forming a complex array around Qingyun Sanren's body.
Once the formation was activated, the condition inside Qingyun Sanren's body was clearly displayed before Ye Yang's eyes.
Within Qingyun Sanren's bone marrow, countless fine, hair-like purplish-black runes were visible.
These runes, as if alive, roamed through his bone marrow, each movement bringing excruciating pain.
Even more terrifying is that these curses have already invaded Qingyun Sanren's soul. If they cannot be resolved quickly, Qingyun Sanren's soul will be completely destroyed by the erosion of these curses.
"The situation is more serious than I imagined."
Ye Yang frowned deeply.
"This Purple Blood Immortal-Breaking Curse has already invaded your soul. If you had come a few days later, I'm afraid it would have been too late to save you."
Upon hearing this, a bitter look flashed in Qingyun Sanren's eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, I know my situation... cough cough... but I am really unwilling to die under this curse."
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, rest assured, since I have promised you, I will do my best."
Ye Yang took a deep breath and raised his hand to tap around Qingyun Sanren's body several times.
Streams of spiritual light flew from his fingertips and entered Qingyun Sanren's body.
Wherever those spiritual lights passed, the purplish-black runes collapsed and dissipated into wisps of black smoke in the air.
However, although the curse marks were temporarily suppressed, they did not disappear completely. Instead, they lingered deep within Qingyun Sanren's bone marrow, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Ye Yang tried several methods, but none of them could completely remove these curse marks.
"This Purple Blood Immortal-Slaying Curse truly lives up to its reputation."
Ye Yang withdrew his hand, his brows furrowed.
"Ordinary methods simply cannot completely resolve this issue."
Upon hearing this, Qingyun Sanren's heart sank.
Was he really going to die under this curse?
Just then, a glint of light flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.
"When I was refining the Thunder Yang Treasure Pill, I also made a few Azure Lotus Curse-Dissolving Pills. These Azure Lotus Curse-Dissolving Pills are specifically used to dissolve various curses, and perhaps they can suppress this Purple Blood Immortal-Breaking Curse."
As he spoke, Ye Yang raised his hand and waved it, and a small jade bottle appeared in his hand.
The jade bottle was opened, and a delicate fragrance wafted out.
Inside the bottle lay three pills, each a vibrant green and radiating a soft glow.
This is precisely the Azure Lotus Curse Elixir.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, please take this pill and see how it works."
Ye Yang handed a Green Lotus Curse-Dissolving Pill to Qingyun Sanren.
Qingyun Sanren took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation.
The elixir melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into a cool sensation that flowed throughout Qingyun Sanren's body along his meridians.
Wherever that cool breeze passed, the intense pain was relieved considerably.
Qingyun Sanren's eyes widened, filled with surprise.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, this pill... it actually works!"
Ye Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
He examined Qingyun Sanren's body again and found that the purplish-black curse marks were slowly dissipating under the effect of the Azure Lotus Curse-Dissolving Pill.
Although it cannot be completely eradicated, it has at least been suppressed by nearly half and is no longer as rampant as before.
"It seems that the Azure Lotus Curse-Resolving Pill is indeed effective against the Purple Blood Immortal-Breaking Curse."
Ye Yang nodded.
Although it cannot be completely eradicated, it can at least be suppressed to prevent further deterioration.
"As long as Fellow Daoist Qingyun takes good care of himself in the future, with your cultivation at the Refining Void Realm, suppressing this spell should not be a problem."
Upon hearing this, Qingyun Sanren's eyes were filled with gratitude.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, if it weren't for your help, I would probably have lost my life here. I will remember this kindness forever."
As he spoke, Qingyun Sanren struggled to get up and bow.
Ye Yang quickly held him down.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, you flatter me. We have known each other for many years. This little matter is nothing to worry about."
"No, this matter is a life-saving grace for me."
A resolute glint flashed in Qingyun Sanren's eyes.
As he spoke, Qingyun Sanren raised his hand and waved it, and an ancient jade box appeared in his hand.
As soon as the jade box was opened, a scorching heat wafted out.
Inside the jade box lay a fist-sized, crimson crystal that radiated a dazzling light.
"This is... Thunderfire Jadeite?!"
Ye Yang's pupils contracted, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.
Thunderfire Jade Marrow is a rare and exceptionally high-grade spiritual item.
This spiritual object contains extremely pure thunder and fire power.
For cultivators who practice techniques with lightning and fire attributes, it is a treasure that is hard to come by.
"Indeed, it is Thunderfire Jade Marrow."
Qingyun Sanren nodded.
"This is the only piece of Thunderfire Jade Marrow left in my Qingyun Sect. I originally intended to leave it for future generations of the sect. Now, I wish to present it to the Dao Ancestor to repay the life-saving grace." (End of Chapter)