80: Taiqing Young Lord, Ascension Order

Five days later.

Inside the Northwest Sky Pass, the spiritual light of repairing Formations flickered day and night. Cultivators silently moved about, transporting supplies, treating the wounded, and collecting the remains of their compatriots.

The air was filled with the scent of scorched earth, blood, and the faint, lingering Devilish Qi, but even more so with the heavy atmosphere of surviving a disaster yet facing an uncertain future.

Since the specific situation outside was still uncertain and it was unknown if the demons had been completely eradicated, the Cultivators within the Sky Pass still had to immediately prepare.

To guard against potential major battles in the future.

At noon, sunlight pierced through the haze of the past few days.

A seven-colored ripple appeared in the sky without warning. At first, it was extremely faint, like light ripples on water, but it quickly spread and solidified.

A vast and ethereal, terrifying pressure silently enveloped the entire Sky Pass.

This pressure was not overbearing, yet it caused the hearts and minds of every Cultivator in the pass to tremble instantly. From Qi Refining Disciples to Dao Foundation Cultivators, everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

In the center of the ripples, the radiance flourished!

"Buzz—"

A figure slowly stepped out from the void, floating high in the air directly in front of the Sky Pass, calmly looking down.

The newcomer appeared to be about twenty years old, wearing a flawless light green robe with wide cloud-patterned sleeves. The hem of the robe moved without wind, shedding a faint glow.

His features were clear and handsome, and his eyes were deep.

Most of his jet-black hair was tied up with a simple white jade hairpin, with a few strands falling over his shoulders. His face was so handsome it seemed otherworldly.

Behind him, a seven-colored phantom over two hundred zhang tall stood majestically, its brilliant spiritual light illuminating the surrounding hundreds of miles.

The phantom's silhouette was no different from a human's, and its face was blurred, yet it possessed a supreme majesty that seemed to rule over the heavens and overlook the firmament.

In its left hand, it held a similarly massive, green-and-white longsword phantom. The blade had no edge, yet it flowed with a cold brilliance that seemed capable of slicing through heaven and earth.

Its right hand held the phantom of a square great seal. The seal was bright silver throughout, with a knob shaped like a star, and the phantom of infinite mountains and rivers seemed to float and flicker within its body.

"Im... Immortal Envoy!"

A Cultivator cried out in shock, then hurriedly covered their mouth and bowed their head.

Like wind blowing through wheat, thousands of Cultivators on the Sky Pass bowed in unison.

Even those usually high-and-mighty Dao Foundation Cultivators, including Venerable Chifeng and even Yu Xuzi hidden in the crowd, all bowed one after another. Their expressions were incredibly respectful, filled with an indescribable excitement and trepidation.

"We pay our respects to the Immortal Envoy of the Upper Realm!!!"

The grand sound of their greeting rose like a torrent against the sky.

Young Lord Miaoyang's gaze calmly swept over the scene below.

"I am named Miaoyang, and I come from Shanhai Taiqing."

A clear, resonant voice rang out, clearly entering the depths of everyone's Divine Soul.

"The source of the demonic scourge in this realm has been severed by my sword. Only some remnants remain, which are not worth worrying about; you may clear them out yourselves."

After the words fell, the pass was silent at first, then a subtle, uncontrollable commotion arose.

Although they had expected it, hearing the confirmation that the "source has been removed" from this being's own mouth caused the clouds of despair that had weighed on their hearts to suddenly dissipate.

In their ecstasy, some Cultivators with weaker wills even choked up and knelt on the ground.

Young Lord Miaoyang showed no reaction to this and simply continued:

"The Origin of this realm has been deeply tainted by Devilish Qi, and its spiritual essence is withered. It will require a long time to recover. Since you are the remaining essence of this realm's living beings, you should strive to restore order and propagate your lineages."

Having said that, he lightly raised his right hand.

He took out the item his Revered Master, Dao Lord Taihua, had given him beforehand.

This was the... compensation for this realm.

Specks of light emerged from his fingertips and then transformed into an ancient-looking token about the size of a palm, floating quietly above his palm.

The token was dark bronze throughout, its surface covered in dense and profound cloud and thunder patterns that seemed naturally formed rather than carved. Occasionally, star-like glimmers flashed within the patterns.

On both sides of the token, the four ancient characters for "Taiqing" and "Ascension" were engraved in Daoist seals that were neither text nor image. Clear light seemed to flow between the strokes, bringing peace to the mind of anyone who looked at them.

"This is an ascension token."

Young Lord Miaoyang's voice remained flat. "It is one of the billions of Incarnations of our Shanhai Taiqing's Seventh-Rank Immortal Treasure, the [Taiqing Clear Illuminating Sky-Patrol Immortal Token]."

Taiqing Clear Illuminating Sky-Patrol Immortal Token!

Seventh-Rank Immortal Treasure!

Just this name carried an indescribable Immortal Qi and a sense of supremacy, making the minds of the countless Cultivators below sway.

"Any living being of this realm who breaks through to the realm of Xuantai True Person or Demon King in the future can use their own cultivation to activate this token."

The bronze token seemed to understand the words, vibrating slightly and emitting a low, distant hum.

"Once the token is activated, the message will naturally be transmitted to Mountains and Seas."

Young Lord Miaoyang flicked his wrist, and the bronze token turned into a soft beam of green light, slowly drifting down and finally hovering in the air in front of Venerable Chifeng.

Clearly, he had seen that this person had the highest cultivation.

"At that time, a Sky-Patrolling Dao Lord from outside the Mountain Sea Realm will sense it and break through the world barrier to receive you, leading you to ascend to the Upper Realm to explore the infinite Great Dao."

Ascending to the Upper Realm!

These simple words were like the hottest thunder, splitting the gloom in the hearts of all Cultivators caused by the demonic disaster and the broken world.

In countless ancient records and legends, Ascension was an unreachable ultimate dream!

It was the end point where countless brilliant individuals ultimately met with regret.

Only in a Minor Thousand Worlds could those Dharma Aspect True Lords who were fortunate enough to break through to become Primordial Spirit Dao Lords break through the world barrier and ascend to a Middle Thousand World or even a Great Thousand World.

But in a Speck World like the Fei Chen Realm, a Xuantai True Person might not even be born in a thousand years, and Dharma Aspects and Primordial Spirits were legends within legends.

In other words, the Fei Chen Realm had no qualification for Ascension.

But now, a special smooth path personally promised by this Immortal Envoy of the Upper Realm was laid out right before their eyes!

Countless gazes, so fervent they almost seemed to burn, stared fixedly at that hovering, seemingly unremarkable bronze token.

Even the usually most composed Venerable Chifeng couldn't help but breathe rapidly, his heart pounding.

Young Lord Miaoyang took one last look at this world, his gaze sweeping over the scarred earth and the surviving Cultivators, and said indifferently, "This token can be used repeatedly and will remain in your world forever, so there is no need to fight over it."

"Take care of yourselves."

Having said that, the seven-colored phantom behind him that stood between heaven and earth slowly withdrew its light.

He himself took a step forward, his figure rippling like a reflection in water, and then a silver-white pillar of light erupted from around him, breaking through the world barrier as he disappeared.

The vast pressure that had enveloped heaven and earth also receded like a tide, as if it had never appeared.

A dead silence fell over heaven and earth.

After a long time, Venerable Chifeng took a deep breath, his aged hands trembling slightly as a soft wisp of magic power supported the ascension token.

The Immortal Envoy of the Upper Realm is a good man!

To actually leave behind a treasure like an ascension token—it was unheard of and unseen!

At this moment, his gratitude toward Young Lord Miaoyang was overflowing like a river.

The desolation in his heart from a few days ago had completely vanished.

Although the world was nearing destruction and billions of lives had perished because of it, all of that was not worth mentioning in the face of the ascension token!

The mighty beings of the Upper Realm viewed them as ants!

They, in turn, viewed Mortals as ants!

What was the difference?