The Taixuan Stele was emitting a huge halo, and the mysterious patterns surrounding it seemed to come alive, twisting wildly.
Immediately afterwards, a clear and cool sound of a peacock singing was heard, and a peacock shadow dozens of feet long flew out from the Taixuan Monument, soaring into the sky, flying around the entire Shenxiang Peak twice, before turning around and rushing towards the Taixuan Monument, turning into a dazzling ball of light like the sun.
Han Mingjun opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at the words emerging from the Taixuan Stele, his face alternating between pale and blue.
"bright!"
A large Chinese character "Ming" was hung high on the Taixuan Stele. A phantom of a peacock surrounded the character, lingering around it. A mysterious aura spread out, and the people present could even smell a faint and elegant fragrance.
"Is this... Dao Qi?"
Most people looked confused, but Qingxuan from the Seven Killings Hall and Nangong from the Holy Temple recognized him at a glance.
After Beizhou was sealed by Yin Sheng, as they practiced and ascended, the Dao Qi of Beizhou was taken to the fairyland by these ascenders, so that the Dao Qi of Beizhou became increasingly weak. This was also the fundamental reason why Li Jiuzhong was able to successfully change the Heavenly Dao of Beizhou a thousand years ago.
But now, when Kong Xuan wrote on the Taixuan Stele, he actually condensed such a huge amount of Taoist energy. Even Qing Jiu and Nangong were shocked.
"Ming Wang Peacock? What a great blessing..."
Han Mingjun's heart sank. He knew that he was no match for the rare Canglan monster like Kong Xuan, but he never thought that he would be left so far behind.
"Haha, this is the difference between a genius and a loser, Old Han, you are still far away..." Kong Xuan laughed with his hands on his hips.
Han Mingjun's face turned pale, and he turned around and walked down the Shenxiang Peak.
With Kong Xuan's gold and jade in front of them, Taixuan's disciples who originally wanted to write something on the Taixuan Stele didn't know whether they should continue for a moment.
If the gap is too big, it will only bring shame and there is really no other effect that can be imagined.
"Let me try."
Zhou Yuan from Taixuan Peak stood up, walked to the Taixuan Monument with a respectful look, bowed, and then stretched out his hand to cover the Taixuan Monument. A slight light condensed and finally formed a small "Yuan" character at the bottom of the Taixuan Monument.
Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had written a complete word. He was not like Han Mingjun, who spent a lot of time writing and only left a scratch.
After Zhou Yuan began, many disciples from various peaks also began to try to write inscriptions. Yu Heng, Yang Yi, Zhao Qingyan, Wang Mingyuan and others all left words on the Taixuan Stele, but no Taoist energy was condensed, and no strange phenomena of heaven and earth appeared.
Of course, more people, like Han Mingjun, could only barely leave a mark on the Taixuan Monument. After more Taixuan disciples tried, the Taixuan Monument didn't even react at all.
"Interesting, this thing seems to be able to detect the innate blessings and the number of Dao rhymes of a cultivator." Nangong said as he sat on the cloud dragon chair with his legs crossed.
"Brother Qingjiu, are you interested in trying it? After all, this kind of spiritual treasure is extremely rare even in Zhongshengzhou."
The cold, white-haired Qing Jiu snorted, clearly showing no interest.
"I'd like to try it." Nangong said, stepping on the clouds and landing on the Shenxiang Peak. He flicked his fingers and a ray of light shot out from between his fingers and landed on the Taixuan Monument.
Zhenren Danyun frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again.
Nangong's actions attracted everyone in Shenxiang Peak. These masters from Zhongsheng Continent had previously demonstrated powerful combat capabilities. If things went as expected, they should have a Dao rhyme comparable to Kong Xuan's.
Sure enough, as the hazy light from Nangong's fingers fell on the Taixuan Stele, the originally calm Taixuan Stele began to vibrate slightly, and a faint mysterious aura grew and condensed from nothingness, and finally turned into a golden civet cat about ten feet in size in the void.
Eh?
Nangong widened his eyes. What does this mean?
At least he is a peacock, why am I just a civet cat?
Isn’t this gap a bit big?
"Haha, mistake, mistake..." Nangong laughed awkwardly twice, and a breath shot out again in the blink of an eye, but the next moment, the Taoist raccoon cat actually opened its mouth and swallowed the misty breath in one gulp.
“…”
The raccoon cat, which had swallowed the misty air, burped, scratched its chest and abdomen as if it was full, turned around and drilled into the Taixuan Stele. Then everyone saw a huge character "Nan" appear on the Taixuan Stele. Although it was not at the bottom of the Taixuan Stele, it was still a long way away from the character "Ming" written by Kong Xuan.
"Damn it, this thing is broken!" Nangong muttered in dissatisfaction, and punched the Taixuan Stele with a bang. The Taixuan Stele shook but did not respond.
Nangong cursed inwardly and turned around, returning to mid-air, baring his teeth in dissatisfaction.
Qing Jiu, who was standing not far away with his arms folded, grinned slightly and said, "Nangong...raccoon cat? Hehe..."
"Fuck, if you're brave enough, go and try. This broken monument is nothing but garbage. I'm the Holy Son of the Holy Temple, but I'm not even as good as a little demon? What a joke!"
Qing Jiu stood coldly and arrogantly, ignoring Nangong's provocation. Instead, he squinted his eyes and looked at the Taixuan Monument, saying.
"Kitten, don't you notice something's wrong?"
"Hmm?" Nangong curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "I'm surprised by what I've seen so far."
Qing Jiu narrowed his eyes, a look of surprise on his face. "This kind of Dao rhyme number detection requires the cultivator to use his or her own soul power as a medium. This means that every time a cultivator writes a word on the Taixuan Stele, a portion of their soul power remains on the Taixuan Stele."
"Where do you think this most refined soul power went?"
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