105: Chapter 105 News Leaked, All Races in Central Plains on High Alert!

Central Plains, Tianji Pavilion Headquarters.

It was a complex of palaces floating above an endless sea of clouds, with golden roofs and jade pillars, shimmering with immortal light and a majestic atmosphere.

Inside the grand hall at the very center.

Mo Wentian was kneeling on both knees; before him sat a middle-aged man.

The man did not intentionally release any aura, yet the Void Realm before him seemed to have galaxies flowing and the Universe being born and destroyed, making it impossible for one to look directly at him.

He was the Master of the Tianji Pavilion, Mo Xuanji.

Mo Wentian reported everything he had seen and heard during his trip to the Eastern Desolation, every detail and expression, without reservation.

When he heard that the "delusion-breaking mirror collapsed on the spot," Mo Xuanji, who had been resting with his eyes closed, had his eyelids twitch violently.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly descended and then vanished in an instant.

Even if it was only for a split second, the pillars and beams of the entire palace groaned under the unbearable weight.

"You said..."

Mo Xuanji's voice was somewhat dry, as if he were confirming something inconceivable.

"What appeared in the mirror was an indescribable, unobservable Chaos?"

"Yes, Father."

Recalling that scene, Mo Wentian's Divine Soul still stung, and his voice trembled.

"I can guarantee with my life that it was absolutely no illusion, but rather... the 'essential' form of that Senior's existence!"

A deathly silence fell over the grand hall.

One could hear a pin drop.

A long, long time passed.

Only then did Mo Xuanji exhale a long breath, as if trying to expel all the shock from his heart.

He opened his eyes.

They were a pair of divine eyes that could see through the ages and deduce the future, but at this moment, they held only endless gravity and a trace of... lingering fear.

"Pass down my Pavilion Master's order."

His voice no longer held any emotion, only absolute resolve.

"From this moment on, the three words 'Su Changge' are to be listed as the highest-level taboo of my Tianji Pavilion!"

"All related intelligence must be immediately sealed within the Eternal Mysterious Ice Coffin; no one is allowed to consult, discuss, or speculate about it!"

"Those who disobey will have their cultivation abolished and be cast into the Nine Serene Demon Abyss, never to be reincarnated for all eternity!"

With the last sentence, his murderous intent almost solidified.

Mo Wentian's heart shivered, and he quickly asked, "Then... the Heaven-Reaching Auction..."

"Hold it!"

A sharp light burst from Mo Xuanji's eyes.

"And it must be held more grandly and solemnly than ever before!"

"That Senior's willingness to grace us with his presence is an Opportunity unprecedented in the history of our Tianji Pavilion... no, the entire Central Plains!"

"You, personally oversee it! Mobilize all resources and prepare according to the standards for welcoming the arrival of a 'Dao Ancestor.' If there is even the slightest mistake, bring me your head!"

"Yes! Your son obeys!"

As if granted a grand pardon, Mo Wentian kowtowed respectfully and cautiously withdrew from the grand hall.

...

The Tianji Pavilion's gag order was the tightest lock on the continent.

But in this world, there is no wall that can block all wind.

The Young Lord of the Tianji Pavilion, Mo Wentian, personally went to the Eastern Desolation with the pavilion's treasure, the "delusion-breaking mirror," only for the mirror to be destroyed and him to return injured and in a wretched state.

Instead of unleashing thunderous rage, the Tianji Pavilion was preparing to welcome a mysterious guest from the Eastern Desolation with unprecedented standards.

These fragmented pieces of news spread like a plague among the top powers of the Central Plains through various secret channels.

Entire Central Plains, undercurrents surged.

"The Eastern Desolation? In such a barbaric place where Spiritual Qi is depleted, what kind of world-shaking figure could emerge?"

"To make the Tianji Pavilion's delusion-breaking mirror shatter on the spot, this matter is definitely not simple; it's likely an old monster who has lived for countless tens of thousands of years."

"Hmph, I think the Tianji Pavilion is just being deliberately mysterious to build hype for their auction! I'd like to see what kind of three-headed, six-armed deity they can invite!"

The various Holy Lands, Immortal Imperial Dynasties, and Longevity Families all held secret meetings of the highest level.

Doubt, observation, vigilance, greed... all sorts of emotions intertwined above the clouds.

A Saint from an Immortal Holy Land, who had always been on good terms with the Tianji Pavilion, paid a special visit to Mo Wentian, ostensibly to catch up but actually to fish for information.

"Brother Mo, how have you been? I heard a Dragon has emerged from the Eastern Desolation. I wonder who this divine figure is that even you hold in such high regard?" The Saint held a jade fan, smiling elegantly.

Mo Wentian looked at him, and a look mixed with extreme fear and morbid fanaticism instantly appeared on his handsome face.

He remembered the horror of his eyes bleeding and his Divine Soul being dragged into that chaotic abyss, nearly devoured.

He reached out and heavily patted the Saint's shoulder.

"Brother Wang, take my advice."

His voice was low but carried a spine-chilling seriousness.

"When you see that Senior, put away all your pride, all your testing, and all your curiosity."

"Don't ask, don't look, and especially don't try to guess."

Mo Wentian leaned into his ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"To be born in the same era as such an existence is our tragedy, for we are all but ants."

"But... it is also our greatest fortune, because we... have the honor of witnessing the true Heavens."

Having said that, he turned and left, leaving the Saint frozen in place, the smile on his face long gone, replaced by a look of shock and suspicion.

...

Su Changge, in his small courtyard at the Taixuan Sect, was naturally unaware of all this turmoil.

These past few days, he had been worrying over a major problem.

He was going to such a high-end auction in the Central Plains; he couldn't just wear this faded, coarse cloth Daoist robe with a frayed collar, could he?

Clothes make the man; for my persona as a "taboo existence," I can't be dressed like a beggar, right?

That would be too embarrassing!

He rummaged through his belongings and pulled out everything he owned, but the best thing he had was that new introductory Daoist robe he hadn't been willing to wear yet.

"Sigh, the persona is set too high, and the hardware can't keep up."

Su Changge slumped in his chair with a long sigh.

Just then, the System's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Detected that the Host has successfully established the 'taboo existence' persona, causing intense emotional fluctuations and gaining a massive amount of emotion points.]

[Detected that the Host currently has a strong need for 'image maintenance.']

[Consuming 1,000 emotion points to activate the 'Persona Exclusive Special Effects' function.]

[Loading visual special effects for the Host's current clothing: 'Dao Simplicity · Wandering Cloud Immortal Crane Illusory Robe'...]

Su Changge suddenly looked down.

He saw that the worn-out blue Daoist robe he was wearing was undergoing a world-shaking transformation amidst a shimmer of light invisible to the naked eye.

The texture of the originally coarse fabric changed instantly, as if woven from the first rays of dawn at the edge of the sky, both light and substantial.

Nine immortal cranes were embroidered onto it with unknown golden thread.

Those cranes actually seemed to have life; their eyes were lively, and their wings were slightly spread, as if they would break free from the fabric and soar into the clouds at any moment with the rise and fall of his breath.

The entire Daoist robe moved without wind, shimmering with flowing light, yet without a hint of worldliness.

Most bizarrely, while it was exquisitely beautiful, it also exuded an ancient simplicity that had washed away all vanity.

Two completely opposite temperaments merged perfectly into one, turning into a true Dao Rhyme.

"Holy crap!"

Su Changge couldn't help but swear, his eyes wide.

This special effect... was incredible!

He knew in his heart that the essence of this clothing was still that ragged cloth robe; it would tear with a single pull and had no defensive power.

But this appearance, this level of prestige, was enough to bluff the entire Central Plains!

Wearing this out, even if he picked his feet in public, others would probably think he was comprehending some world-shaking supreme Dao!

Su Changge rushed to the water basin and, using his reflection, examined his current appearance.

A face so handsome it didn't seem Mortal, paired with this Daoist robe of natural immortal charm.

He looked exactly like a banished immortal walking out from the Origin of the Dao, looking down upon the world.

He nodded in satisfaction, giving the highest level of affirmation to his heaven-sent appearance and the System's aesthetic.

He straightened his robe, every movement carrying a mysterious rhythm.

Then, he pushed open the door and bathed in the warm sunlight.

He looked toward the direction of the Central Plains, a meaningful curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Central Plains..."

"Your 'God' has arrived."