Ying Bing’s little boat circled back again, and standing on the flat vessel, she gazed longingly at the mountain wall in the distance.
Not far from her, a few Huanmo Sect members left behind to lend support were trembling, and they were vaguely regretting their decision.
This divine maiden from the Xianzong surely thought they were an eyesore, frowning for that very reason, right?
What if she decided to chop them up? Where would they go to argue their case?
Sadly, they had no clue what the ‘Wanxiang Saintess’ was really thinking.
“He shouldn’t have any problems…”
Ying Bing furrowed her brow.
These Huanmo Sect folks were at least at the Inner Scene level, with some impressive ones reaching the Fifth Realm of the Outer Scene, comparable to a faction leader of a provincial-level sect. Plus, they hailed from an ancient demonic sect, their methods were as elusive as smoke.
In any part of the world, they could cause chaos on a massive scale, maybe even attract the Celestial Patrol’s attention for a notorious demon.
Yet here she was, merely at the Observation Realm.
This felt like dancing on the edge of a kn*fe, risking a run-in with a tiger; the consequences of a misstep were unimaginable.
But.
She had left the beads for reaching the Floating Temple for herself…
“He said he could handle things alone.”
“At this moment, I must trust him… to eliminate any concerns.”
Ying Bing bit her lip, one hand absentmindedly rubbing the giant doll at her waist, the other instinctively twirling the beads.
But if anything did happen…
Her serene eyes suddenly flickered with both light and shadow, a hint of coldness flashing through them.
“!”
The nearby Huanmo Sect priests leaned back, hair standing on end, as if a sharp sword was hanging over their heads.
What was she doing turning those beads?
Surely she didn’t mean to summon someone for blessings?
Wasn’t this Wanxiang Saintess feeling murderous just now? She absolutely was! Otherwise, why on earth did they feel like they were about to be squashed like bugs underfoot?
…….
In the small realm.
“May I ask your esteemed name?”
“I am called Heitu.”
“?”
“The first martial arts I learned was the pictographic technique of Baize, so my master named me Heitu, which is a perfect counterpoint to Baize.”
“Ah, I see.”
This was none other than Little Li, overflowing with imagination accumulated from endless reading, who had conjured this setting that felt like a celestial palace—a realm encapsulated in fantasy.
Li Mo stood with his hands clasped behind his back, sauntering ahead.
Behind him, Luo Yexian and a bunch of Huanmo Sect priests were cautiously roaming, much like Lady Liu wandering through the Grand View Garden, observing their surroundings in awe.
They were firmly knocked flat by this wild experience of enlightenment in cultivation.
“If the Wanxiang Xianzong truly exists, then why have I never heard of it?”
Luo Yexian was taken aback, though being a cautious fellow, he still held a pinch of skepticism.
Later, he would need to test the waters carefully, but he must absolutely avoid offending anyone…
Sauntering ahead, Li Mo’s fur collar swayed gently.
Hmm…
These Huanmo folks were indeed quite careful.
But luckily for them, Little Li’s genius preparations went way beyond the ordinary!
As he ambled along, a figure appeared in the jade-colored pavilion up ahead, radiating an aura as bright as the sunrise, illuminating everything around it.
Those from the Huanmo Sect, whose arts were rooted in demonic techniques, felt a chill as they saw this person, akin to snow meeting the blazing sun.
“Who is this person…”
“This is Senior Brother Jinwu.”
Li Mo introduced him to them.
“!!!”
Including Luo Yexian, the Huanmo Sect members felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
Jinwu!
It’s actually Jinwu!
To know, the dearly departed Han Zhen often lamented in life that he never managed to find the Jinwu ancestral spirit!
In the Da Shang clan, Jinwu was the most radiant divine being atop the Bronze Divine Tree!
Not only that, it was the most powerful lineage, the pureblood Jinwu, mastering the way of the sun, enveloping the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in its gaze!
Like…
The Jinwu clan that had long since faded away appeared here?!
“I have deep admiration for the Jinwu clan; may I…”
“The Jinwu clan? No, this individual is not part of the Jinwu clan, but rather… an innate Jinwu, the oldest and first Jinwu in existence.”
“Hiss…”
Luo Yexian’s brain momentarily short-circuited.
What Heitu meant was…
Standing before him was the legendary existence that had long been lost to the river of time, a figure who once transformed into the sun itself… the real deal?!
“Senior Brother Jinwu, this humble friend from the mundane realm seems eager to seek your guidance.”
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He Ke didn’t wait for Luo Yexian to speak and jumped in first.
The Jinwu youth turned his burning gaze towards them.
The golden sunwheel radiated sun-like brilliance, divine and scorching.
“Challenger, step forward!”
“!!”
He Ke laughed cheerfully from the side.
An Observation Realm versus the Jinwu projection?
They might as well be dealing with an ice chunk!
Moments later.
The Huanmo Sect members looked at Luo Yexian with a mix of sympathy. At this moment, the Hall of Beasts’ representative stood blackened, looking like he had just clawed his way out from a coal pile.
Such a tragedy.
Fighting?
No, this wasn’t fighting; this was being mercilessly rubbed into the ground.
If it weren’t for the opponent holding back, Luo Yexian should be more concerned with how many times he’d d*e in a single second rather than how to win.
“Truly… it is the innate Jinwu.”
As Luo Yexian got ground into the dirt, his head was buzzing.
He had heard Han Zhen say before!
Only those who mastered the path of the sun could transform into the sun!
The other side clearly didn’t possess the abilities of a Seventh Realm master, yet they could do as they pleased; apart from the innate Jinwu, there was no other possibility!
“Senior Brother, distinguished guests shouldn’t need to spar so fiercely, please take it easy.”
He Ke spoke up just in time, and Luo Yexian threw him a grateful glance.
Afterward, he led everyone around so the Huanmo Sect members could experience the wonders of the ‘Wanxiang Xianzong’ up close.
During this tour, anyone who came in left with their heads buzzing.
There are always greater beings, and the heavens hold more wonders.
It turned out their perceived strength was merely sitting at the bottom of the barrel!
As they reached the summit of the mountain, He Ke suddenly looked up at the sky, softly saying:
“The Master has returned.”
“Celestial Lord?”
Luo Yexian looked up.
His heart, already shaken, was now completely struck dumb.
Before them loomed a grand imperial palace, but the focal point was not the palace; it was the ‘mount’ pulling the palace.
Dragons!
Nine dragons pulling the palace!
The dragon form that their Holy Son pursued throughout his life wasn’t even the real deal, just the mode of transportation for the true dragon!
Is this what it means to be a Celestial Lord?
Such a presence, how could one not be filled with a sense of yearning?
So this is the Wanxiang Xianzong?
No wonder they dared to add the character ‘Xian’ in their sect name.
No wonder the Celestial Lord could claim the title of the heavenly supreme one.
“Everyone, regain your senses; the Master has just crossed the void from another realm and cannot entertain guests right now.”
“Of course, of course…”
“I know you feel the Huanmo Sect has an extraordinary background because there are still others above it, right?”
He Ke nonchalantly asked.
Luo Yexian, utterly terrified, replied, “There are indeed some others.”
This was a well-known rumor within the sect, but the only example he had encountered was the bl**d God summoned by Han Zhen.
Others were only hearsay, he’d never actually seen them.
“But above our Master, there’s no one else.”
He Ke smiled, gently stroking the Kongming Multicolor Tower nestled in his arms.
It felt a bit hot.
This meant it was absorbing the power of all beings.
From whom did that power originate?
“No one else… hiss…”
That last line felt somewhat off!
Luo Yexian muttered to himself, “But why would the Celestial Lord be interested in the life force of such small beings from the South Border…”
He Ke walked closer, gave his shoulder a light pat, and squinted with a smile:
“Luo Tang, do you wish to improve?”
Outside, a certain ice chunk was still worrying away.
But for now, she remained oblivious.
That bunch of demonic sect folks had already been utterly amazed by the “Best Actor” golden statue.
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PS: Typographical errors will be fixed later; if you spot any, please don’t hesitate to let me know. I’m just a little overwhelmed right now!
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