Chapter 781: Taizhen Seven Revisions and the Sacred Bird

The woman named Le lifted the ancient lamp into the air. With her delicate mouth slightly parted, a wisp of white infant fire emerged from her mouth, igniting the ancient lamp.

She formed hand seals into the shape of a lotus. Low, obscure incantations slowly emanated from her, and a white lotus bloomed beneath her. She stood gracefully upon it, like a celestial fairy.

The incantations were filled with an indescribable aura of ancient wilderness. The bronze lamp suddenly trembled, and phantoms appeared in quick succession as nine identical ancient lamps flashed into existence.

After circling for a moment, they arranged themselves into a 'pin' character formation, slowly rotating in the air.

The woman named Le lightly flicked her jade fingers. Nine streaks of magic, each a different color, landed on the ancient lamps, causing a bright blue light to emanate. Nine lamp flames simultaneously floated lightly from the lamps, converging in the center of the 'pin' formation to form a head-sized ball of blue flame.

With a soft puff, the woman spurted a mouthful of vital essence blood onto the blue flame. The flame instantly surged about a foot high, becoming dazzling and blinding.

Moments later, a clear cry echoed, and a blue bird, roughly a foot in size, emerged from the flames.

The bird had a light and graceful build, with long, green feathers. A pair of fiery red eyes gleamed like gemstones. It was, in fact, a stunning blue peacock.

It haughtily glanced around, its gaze immediately falling on the woman named Le below. It tilted its neck slightly, and from its sharp beak came an ancient, savage language.

The woman named Le respectfully bowed three times to the bird. From her delicate mouth, she spoke the same language, and they began to converse.

Seeing this, the withered old man showed a hint of solemnity on his face.

The woman named Le suddenly paused her ancient speech. Then, with a flip of her jade hand, a pink, unknown spherical bead appeared in her palm. An intoxicating fragrance wafted from it, though its purpose was unknown.

As soon as the blue peacock saw the bead, it showed an expression of delight. Its beak opened wide, and a streak of green mist shot from its mouth, directly sucking the bead into its mouth.

With a sizzling sound, a halo of light rose around the blue bird's body. Immediately, blue flames erupted from its form, transforming it into a colossal firebird.

After a sharp cry, the bird spread its wings and soared into the sky. Within a ten-mile radius, the fire spiritual energy suddenly became unstable. All cultivators and mages attacking with fire-attribute techniques simultaneously found the power of their spells had suddenly diminished by half. They were greatly astonished.

Innumerable streams of fire spiritual energy flowed like rivers into the sea, subtly channeling into the blue bird's body. The bird's form rapidly expanded, and the blue flames covering it grew even more dazzling.

All cultivators within a ten-mile radius paused in their actions and looked in astonishment at the blue firebird. The temperature in the vicinity instantly rose sharply; even with various protective magical artifact shields, they still felt as if they were standing next to a blazing furnace, filling everyone with dread.

However, when they saw the peacock within the blue fiery sun, the mages' faces lit up with ecstasy.

"It's the Sacred Beast! Master Le has summoned the Sacred Beast!"

"This battle is surely won!"

Some mages shouted loudly, then launched fierce attacks on their opponents, appearing extremely excited.

The withered old man, witnessing the bird's divine power, also showed a rare smile on his face. The black-robed woman from the Yinluo Sect, gazing at the blue peacock in the flames, had a strange look flash in her eyes, and she suddenly spoke:

"To be able to manipulate the fire spirits of heaven and earth, this Sacred Beast must at least be at the Soul Transformation stage or higher. No wonder you regard this as your last resort. However, although this Sacred Beast's cultivation is high, when it first appeared, its effective spiritual power was only around the early Nascent Soul stage. Even though it has absorbed so much fire spiritual energy, it has only barely reached the late stage. This must be an avatar of its true form, right? Otherwise, your war with the Barbarians wouldn't have resulted in such a devastating defeat."

"Lady Lu is indeed extraordinary; you saw through it at a glance! The Sacred Beast is indeed not its true body descended, but even in this form, it is no trivial matter. An ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is no match for it." The old man glanced at the black-robed woman and said calmly.

"Indeed, the ability to utilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is a formidable divine ability, accessible only at the Soul Transformation stage. This alone makes it virtually invincible." The black-robed woman nodded, a hint of envy in her voice.

The old man, seeing this, chuckled and said nothing more.

Meanwhile, the seven elders who had flown out, wielding ancient treasures, had just used several ancient treasures to kill some mages when they saw the giant bird in the blue sun, and their faces twisted with horror.

"This is bad. This demonic beast looks terrifying; ordinary cultivators are no match for it. We must stop it." The leading grey-robed elder said with a drastically changed expression. "What are we waiting for?" another elder said with fiery urgency. "Let's quickly use the Seven Treasures of Taizhen to destroy this demon. This demonic bird is clearly not from this realm. We must not let it cast spells to harm people." He then transformed into a streak of yellow light, leading the charge directly towards the blue sun.

Seeing this, the others immediately followed. The leading grey-robed elder showed a slight hesitation, but after sighing, he too transformed into a golden rainbow and flew over.

Just as the seven individuals flew near the blue fiery sun, the Mulan Sacred Beast seemed to have finished absorbing the fire spiritual energy; its body now stretched over twenty zhang in length. With a slight lowering of its head, it spotted the seven cultivators approaching with clear hostility.

Immediately, a fierce light flashed in its eyes, and it flapped its wings, sending fist-sized blue fireballs surging out in a dense torrent, hurling towards the seven individuals.

Before the seven elders could even begin their attack, a hot gust of wind swept over them, and their entire bodies instantly became intensely hot. The seven felt a chill in their hearts.

Seeing such a multitude of blue fireballs attacking, an elder with long eyebrows patted his storage bag with one hand, then, with a flick of his wrist, an unusually crystal-clear ice net flew out to meet the onslaught.

This net was indeed miraculous. After emitting a brilliant white light, it instantly scooped all the fireballs into its mesh.

The long-browed elder, seeing this, had a slight smile appear at the corner of his mouth, but his face immediately turned stark white.

The fireballs in the ice net instantly burst open. The ice net then burned and dissolved in the blue flames, vanishing in the blink of an eye. The freed blue flames transformed into a pillar of fire, shooting aggressively towards the group.

With a swift "Go!", the leading elder, with quick reflexes, sacrificed the ancient treasure in his hand. A white ancient mirror flew out of thin air.

After a single rotation, a white light mist surged out from the mirror, forming a white barrier. It surprisingly blocked the blue flames, preventing them from descending.

But the others, seeing the long-browed elder's treasure melt, couldn't help but gasp in alarm, knowing that these blue flames were truly extraordinary. No one dared to use ordinary magical artifacts anymore.

"Quickly deploy the Great Demon Trapping Array to trap this demonic bird!" the leading elder roared.

Hearing these words, the other elders hastily obeyed, sacrificing their ancient treasures one by one.

A red ruler, a yellow ge-halberd, a token, a small cauldron, a jade fan, and a Ruyi scepter—these six treasures rose into the air. They flew around the giant bird's body. Their spiritual light, after a prolonged hum, combined with the previous ancient mirror to form a colorful mist. Not only did it hold up the blue flames, but it also formed a seven-colored barrier, enveloping the giant bird.

Seeing this, the blue bird's eyes blazed with even greater fury. It opened its beak and suddenly pecked downwards into the void.

A huge, sharp conical blue light flashed and vanished in an instant. Meanwhile, one tall elder below suddenly felt the ancient treasure token he had sacrificed violently tremble. With a loud "bang," the token was struck and sent flying back.

The elder was scared out of his wits and hastily struck several magic seals onto the token, trying to halt its momentum. But the token only paused slightly, to no avail, still flying fiercely towards him. Just as the token was about to hit the elder, a figure suddenly flashed. Two arms pressed onto the elder's shoulders, and at the same time, a huge surge of spiritual energy flowed into his body.

"Quickly cast the spell. I will lend you a hand," a cold voice said; it was, surprisingly, the grey-robed elder's voice.

The tall elder, hearing this, was immediately invigorated, and in one breath, he cast another four or five magic seals. The token finally stopped at a distance of four or five zhang, returning to his control.

Both couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

After experiencing this scene, the other elders were secretly alarmed and dared not show the slightest hint of carelessness. They hastily unleashed the full power of their ancient treasures, and with various lights interwoven together, they surprisingly managed to jointly block several blue light cones emitted by the giant bird.

The woman named Le, not far from them, saw this scene before her eyes and then looked back at the ancient lamp behind her. She hesitated for a moment and did not step forward to help.

Before the lamp oil ran out, she had to guard this lamp and not let it be extinguished by a sneak attack. Otherwise, the consequences would be dire.

As soon as the withered old man saw that the giant bird was entangled by these elders, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, but he immediately composed himself.

He was not anxious, because this Sacred Beast, worshipped by their Mulan tribe for tens of thousands of years, clearly had the upper hand. The treasures wielded by these seven elders, though exceptionally powerful, were still no match for the Sacred Beast.

It could definitely kill these seven cultivators before the lamp oil ran out. These seven should also be Tiannan's last trump card.

Thinking of this, Divine Master Zhu couldn't help but look towards the opposing cultivator camp. Long Han was standing in front of over a thousand mages, his face extremely grim.

"I didn't expect the Mulan people could still summon such a demonic bird. This is big trouble now," Long Han mumbled softly, almost inaudibly, his expression unchanged.

"Quickly, release that batch of spirit-image beasts too. While the Seven Taizhen Cultivators can still entangle that demonic bird, let them also exert some effect," Long Han's voice suddenly grew louder, and he spoke coldly.

As this command was given, dozens of dark and shiny beast sculptures were suddenly pushed to the front of the formation by the cultivators. Then several cultivators took out a spirit talisman from their bodies and patted it onto a statue.

A green light flashed, and the spirit talisman strangely disappeared into the statue. These cultivators immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, becoming motionless.

Moments later, these beast sculptures flashed with dark light, then their eyes shot out cold blue light, and surprisingly, they all came to life, raising their claws and extending their legs.

Then, without any command, they leaped from their spots and pounced on the mages across the battlefield.

And those cultivators who activated the spirit talismans still sat cross-legged with lowered heads, motionless, as if in a deep slumber.

The withered old man, seeing this scene from afar, showed a hint of mockery on his face.

He turned to the black-robed woman beside him and politely said:

"We've fought until now; it's time to deliver the fatal blow. Madam Lu, release your sect's bronze armored corpses. This time, it will be enough to secure victory." The old man finished speaking, his face full of confidence.

"Brother Zhu, don't rush; wait a little longer. Most of our sect's bronze armored corpses are only equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage in cultivation. Only when the Tiannan cultivators' magic power is nearly exhausted will their attack achieve a deterrent effect." The black-robed woman's eyes flickered a few times, then she said calmly.

"This... alright! As long as your esteemed sect hasn't changed its mind. Waiting a little longer is no big deal." The withered old man first frowned, somewhat hesitant, but then nodded in agreement.

What the other party said was not entirely without reason.