Chapter Thirty-Six: The Yama Temple

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  Two men climbed up to the heavenly ladder, and from all eight directions of the cloudy platform, everyone's gaze fell upon them.

  Under the gaze of all, there is an invisible majesty that presses down on them. The two men's faces remain unchanged, and after half a stick of incense, they step onto the clouds.

  Jiufang Cloud Platform, gathering the nine veins, Qingyun Zhongzhong's sound ceased, and in front of the cloud platform, together with Mingjian Dao people, the nine paths' silhouettes stood up.

  In an instant, the entire Qingyun Valley seemed to have lost its color. The endless melody of the Tao dispersed in all directions, gathering at the nine extremes. Above the sky, the winds and clouds converged, and a group of divine cranes circled the nine heavens, their cries unceasing.

  Nine intangible trends rose up, on the nine-square cloud platform, condensed into nine dazzling divine auras.

  The divine light is condensed, with surging blue waves and misty water vapor; there are lush trees and plants, with vital energy producing mist; also, rolling smoke and dust condense into stone pillars; all sorts of atmospheric phenomena shock the heart.

  On the top of Jianfeng Cloud Platform, purple flames are rising high, but compared to other eight cloud platforms, it is shorter by half.

  Ming saw Dao Ren's back, and Yun Fei's face looked a bit unsightly. Under the gaze of so many people, wouldn't it make him appear that his sword peak was inferior by a head?

  Qitian shook his head and said with a sigh, "This is the general trend. The other eight peaks are like the sun in the sky, naturally following the great trend. My Sword Peak has been silent for 5,000 years, and it's already rare to have such a great trend."

  Ming Jian saw the Taoist glance at him, without saying a word. Suddenly, his right foot lightly lifted and fiercely stomped down.

  Humm——

  A clear and visible aura of sharpness spread from under his feet, cutting through the air and condensing into a hundred-meter-wide vacuum.

  In that instant, the Purple Fire God's aura, which was originally shorter than the other eight peaks by a head, suddenly surged up several zhang, instantly catching up with the other eight divine auras.

  "Master!"

  Two people were shocked, and Mingjian saw that the Taoist was actually integrating his own sharpness into the grand momentum of the sword peak. From then on, the sharpness and grand momentum of Mingjian's Taoism would be completely merged with the sword peak, sharing honor and disaster together.

  At this moment, eight terrifying Dao consciousness swept past, with a hint of astonishment in the Dao consciousness. Although it was only a flash, both Qitian and Tian felt an unparalleled majesty, which was like the collapse of the eight directions of heaven and earth, causing their minds to begin showing signs of collapse.

  This is the cultivation of the Peak Master!

  As soon as he sensed it, he had already crossed the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation and his Pre-Heaven Sword Body was born, and a sense of trepidation arose.

  "Gentlemen!"

  On the cloud platform of Qingyun Peak in the due south, a white-robed old Taoist stood at the edge of the clouds. His black hair was crystal clear, exuding a faint chill, with immortal mist clinging to his body and purple energy rising up. His voice was like a great bell, and in an instant it spread throughout the entire Qingyun Valley.

  The nine-square cloud platform converged its gaze on this old man, who was none other than the current master of Qingyun Peak, a terrestrial-level sect leader of Qingyun Sect, Ming Bing Dao Ren.

  Ming Bing Dao Ren stood at the edge of the clouds, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the nine peaks of Yun Tai and the nine paths of Shen Hua all dispersed. In the central void, a foot with a thickness of 100 zhangs rose up, its crimson divine light piercing through the sky and entering the dome of heaven.

  The majestic momentum of the nine peaks of Qingyun converged, and the divine splendor soared into the sky, causing the void to twist and distort. The momentum of this one sect was almost enough to shake the heavens and split the earth.

  After a brief moment, the divine aura dissipated, and a pitch-black stone temple rose from the ground. The temple seemed to materialize out of thin air, its ancient appearance almost palpable with age. However, the surroundings were eerie and foreboding, filled with the sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves that assailed the empty space. Some of the seventeen-generation disciples paled at the sight.

  The stone hall was extremely grand, with a height of over 300 zhang, like an ancient mountain. On top of the stone hall were imprints of cow heads and horse faces, with countless ghostly figures, vivid and lifelike, as if they were about to come to life. The ancient temple rose up, and the entire Qingyun Valley suddenly gave off endless cold air. Above the sky, it was even darker, with dots of ice crystals condensing and flakes falling.

  This is somewhat unbelievable. Within the immortal sect, there would actually be such a gloomy and eerie great hall. According to Qitian's understanding, it shouldn't appear in Zhongtu Ghost Domain.

  A stone palace rose up, a giant stone plaque several meters long exuded an eerie atmosphere, three blood-red characters pierced into Qi Tian's heart like sharp swords.

  Yanluo Temple!

  It was actually the Yama Temple. Qi Tian was a bit stunned. The Yama Temple appeared under the clear blue sky, which was really hard to imagine.

  Yun Fei transmitted his voice over, explaining: "This Yanluo Temple is something that only a Earth-level sect can possess, and it's also one of the foundations of an Earth-level sect. It's said to be one of the incarnations of the Yanluo Temple in Zhongtu Ghost City. As for how it appeared here, it's not clear. However, every three years during the small competition or every ten years during the big competition, this Yanluo Temple is used to verify one's Dao heart. Those whose Dao heart is not stable do not have the qualifications to ascend to the Dao platform and participate in the small competition."

  Zhitian only then understood why that step of blue sky would directly ascend to the Daoist platform, it turned out that previously, there was also this Yanluo Temple.

  From now on, Qitian became even more curious about this Xian Dao continent. The five continents, he is currently in the Eastern Divine State of Dongtu, but does not know what the other four continents are like.

  After Yan Luo Temple thoroughly revealed its true form, in the 17th generation, many Taoists showed a fearful expression, as if they were afraid of something.

  "Those who ascend to the platform must first enter the underworld!" Ming Bing Dao Ren shouted, "Descendants of the Nine Veins, descend from the Cloud Ladder!"

  "No! Don't!"

  At that moment, eight of the disciples collapsed to the ground, spitting out green bile. They had been frightened out of their wits. Even if one's Dao foundation is complete and all worldly attachments are gone, achieving a Dao body, injuries from bursting internal organs still require several months of quiet recuperation to recover.

  This was a disciple of Mount Changming. The master of Mount Changming looked somewhat displeased, let out a cold snort, and immediately one of the 16th generation disciples dragged him away.

  After that, more than a dozen Taoists fell to the ground one after another, all of whom were dragged down by the 16th generation disciples of various peaks. However, what surprised Qitian was that Lianhua Peak was the only one that didn't have a single disciple who was afraid of the scene. Although Qitian didn't have a good impression of the few Lianhua Peak disciples he saw, at this moment, he had to admit that these female cultivators were indeed more courageous than men and didn't yield to anyone.

  Two people descended from the cloud ladder and clearly saw a Taoist sitting cross-legged on the cloud platform, seemingly without any worries, pouring purple bamboo wine at a moderate pace.

  "These two people surprisingly didn't get scared out of their wits."

  "That's because they haven't been through the underworld, don't know how terrifying it is. As the saying goes, 'the ignorant are fearless.' I bet two pieces of spiritual stone that they won't even make it past the first layer of hell!"

  Jiufeng Xiaobi, most of them are 17th generation disciples, and there are not many 16th generation ones. These 17th generation disciples have been staring at Qitian and the others, the trend of Jiufeng's defeat is already set, they don't believe that any big waves can be turned over again.

  Yan Luo Temple was shrouded in a thick fog, and the sacred light of the Xian Xia was completely blocked out. The nine peaks disciples descended from the Cloud Platform, nearly two thousand seventeen-generation disciples gathered together.

  Eight people walked among them, like cranes standing out from a flock of chickens, their elegant demeanor impossible to conceal, and they were noticed at a glance. The eight disciples around them all retreated by several feet, and the same was true for the two people beside Qi Tian, not a single one of the Eight Sects' disciples dared to approach.

  Among the eight, Zilei Feng's seventeenth generation leader, Leigang, turned his head around. A cold smile hung at the corner of his mouth, and his black hair danced with threads of silver electricity wrapped around it. He glanced at Qitian and the other person before turning his head back again.

  "Bastard!"

  Yun Fei shouted low and grasped the hilt of his sword with a backhand, but was blocked by Qi Tian.

  "Junior brother, you——"

  "Sharpness, reserved for the end!"

  Sharpness, stay till the end!

  Yun Fei was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly understood, gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

  Yan Luo Temple, filled with a chilling aura of ghosts, many 17th generation disciples' Dao foundation had just been perfected, and the closer they got, the more it felt like facing a great enemy, even their Dao power was activated, enveloping their entire body.

  Eight people stepped out of the blue sky, their footsteps very fast. They were calm and composed, facing the eerie ghost with a carefree expression, surrounded by a faint aura that seemed to block the eerie ghost's energy outside.

  Yanluo Temple, the eighteenth level of hell. Three years ago, Bu Qingtian broke into the third level of Iron Tree Hell. I wonder how many levels he can break through this time.

  "One layer of hell and one heaven, Stepping into the realm of recognizing gods at an early age, At the very least, breaking through to the fourth layer."

  Some of the 17th generation disciples speculated that Qi Tian'er had a deeper understanding of Bu Qingtian's strength after hearing it in his ear. ( **Get up, everyone! Cast your recommendation votes! The new book list has been suppressed by others for a long time, and it's really speechless for Ten Steps. Everyone helps Ten Steps with one arm, helping the Sword Ancestor to rush up. If you have recommendation votes, cast a few, if not, just log in and click on it, collect it, that's the biggest support for Ten Steps!)