344: Chapter 344 The Dao Lord Arrives! All Daos Resound!

Su Changge's gaze shifted away from the grey-robed Cultivator.

It was quick.

So quick that even Ye Qingyao didn't notice.

[They have already entered. The grey robe should be Mo Yuan's Puppet or Clone. His true body wouldn't appear so exposed in the assembly venue.]

[But this proves one thing—they haven't abandoned their plan because of what happened the night before last.]

[That madman Red Ember is truly determined to detonate the Leyline.]

There was no change on Su Changge's face.

He was slowly walking toward the VIP seats.

However—

Before he could reach his seat,

Xiao Huang had already stepped down from the high platform.

Xiao Huang took large strides, the hem of his Dragon-patterned Battle Robe fluttering in the wind, followed by two Elders of the Blazing Dragon Sacred Hall.

His direction—straight toward Su Changge.

Tens of thousands of eyes noticed this scene almost simultaneously.

The strongest expert of the Chixiao Dao Domain was personally stepping down to greet a guest.

What level of courtesy was this?

The sound of discussion quieted down as quickly as a receding tide.

Everyone was watching.

Xiao Huang stopped about five zhang away from Su Changge.

His gaze first fell upon Ye Qingyao.

"Sect Master Ye."

Xiao Huang cupped his fists slightly, his tone carrying a perfect amount of politeness.

"The Taixuan Sect has come from afar; this Hall Revered Master has been remiss in welcoming you."

Ye Qingyao nodded slightly in return.

"Hall Revered Master Xiao is too polite. The Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly is an unprecedented grand occasion; this Disciple offers congratulations on behalf of the Taixuan Sect."

Xiao Huang's gaze then turned toward Su Changge.

He looked at Su Changge for three seconds.

During these three seconds, Su Changge felt an extremely subtle fluctuation of spiritual power.

That fluctuation emanated from Xiao Huang like an invisible thread, lightly sweeping over Su Changge's entire body.

A probe.

Xiao Huang was using spiritual power to probe his cultivation.

This action was done with extreme concealment.

So concealed that, aside from a Mahayana Stage expert like Ye Qingyao, almost no one present could detect it.

Su Changge, of course, couldn't detect it either—his spiritual power perception was about the same as a Mortal's.

But he didn't need to detect it.

Because—

The [Myriad Laws Immunity (Pseudo)] passive effect triggered automatically.

The moment Xiao Huang's spiritual probe touched Su Changge, the feedback he received was—

Unfathomable.

The Great Dao Returns to One.

Xiao Huang's pupils shrank violently.

His spiritual probe was much coarser than Mo Yuan's Soul Sense—after all, he was at the Peak of Tribulation Crossing, and in the Chixiao Dao Domain, he never needed to be subtle.

But precisely because it was coarse, the impact of the feedback was even stronger.

The word "unfathomable" smashed into Xiao Huang's consciousness like a mountain.

His expression changed in an instant.

It went from "polite yet scrutinizing" to "shocked and wary."

But Xiao Huang was worthy of being an old fox who had managed the Chixiao Dao Domain for three thousand years.

His expression management was impeccable.

That momentary change was so fast that almost no one saw it.

Xiao Huang withdrew his spiritual power and cupped his fists to salute Su Changge.

"This must be the Spiritual Void Desolate Dao Master—Senior Su."

The moment the word "Senior" was uttered, the surroundings fell silent.

Xiao Huang called everyone "Fellow Daoist."

Even when other Tribulation Transcendence Stage experts arrived, he only addressed them as "Fellow Daoist."

The person he called "Senior"—

A single thought popped into the minds of all the Cultivators present.

Just what was the background of this white-clad man?

Facing Xiao Huang's salute, Su Changge's reaction was very indifferent.

He gave a slight nod.

"Hall Revered Master Xiao."

Three words.

No more, no less.

No self-deprecation.

No pleasantries.

An attitude of "You perform your salute, and I acknowledge who you are."

The corner of Xiao Huang's mouth twitched slightly.

This reaction—even more so than the results of his probe—made him uneasy.

A person who was addressed as "Senior" to his face by a Peak Tribulation Crossing expert like himself didn't even bother to reply with a polite phrase, merely stating his title indifferently.

Either his upbringing was extremely poor,

Or—his Realm was so high that he simply didn't care for these worldly formalities.

Xiao Huang chose to believe the latter.

Because Ye Qingyao was standing right behind Su Changge.

The Mahayana Stage.

A Mahayana Stage Cultivator was observing the etiquette of a Disciple before this white-clad man.

This fact itself was the most powerful proof.

Xiao Huang suppressed the turmoil in his heart and smiled, "Senior Su has come from afar; the Blazing Dragon Sacred Hall is deeply honored. The best seat has been arranged for Senior in the VIP section. Please—"

He stepped aside and extended his hand in an inviting gesture.

Su Changge stepped forward.

Ye Qingyao followed behind him.

Zhao Tian led the Taixuan Sect Disciples further back.

The moment Su Changge took his first step—

Something happened.

Su Changge himself was completely unaware.

But the tens of thousands of Cultivators present felt it almost simultaneously.

Between heaven and earth—something was resonating.

It was an extremely subtle vibration.

Not a vibration of the ground, nor a vibration of the air, but—a vibration of the Dao.

The Laws of the Great Dao cultivated within every Cultivator's body produced an extremely minute tremor the moment Su Changge stepped forward.

Golden Core Stage Cultivators felt the Golden Core in their Dantian spin lightly.

Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators felt their Nascent Soul slightly open its eyes within their Sea of Consciousness.

Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators felt their perception of the Laws of heaven and earth become incomparably clear in that instant.

Body Integration Stage Cultivators felt the connection between the spiritual power in their bodies and heaven and earth tighten by a fraction.

As for the Tribulation Transcendence Stage powerhouses—their sensation was the strongest.

They felt—their own Dao "leaning" toward a certain direction.

Just as sunflowers grow toward the sun.

Their Dao was resonating—toward Su Changge's direction.

Ten thousand Daos resonating.

The [Phenomenon of Words Following the Law]—a faint resonance effect that came as a passive attachment.

Su Changge was just walking.

He had only taken one step.

But the passive special effect automatically matched by the System exerted its effect to the limit in this moment of universal attention.

The entire venue—was deathly silent.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators stared blankly at that figure with fluttering white robes as he walked step by step from the front of the platform toward the VIP seats.

There was no Spiritual Pressure.

No fluctuations of magic power.

No intentional display of any kind.

But with every step he took—heaven and earth trembled lightly.

A Loose Cultivator at the Golden Core Stage felt his knees go soft and knelt directly on the ground.

He didn't even know why he was kneeling.

He just felt—that the person before him made every pore in his body scream "kneel."

It wasn't because of fear.

It was because of—the instinct of the Dao.

Just as river water flows downward, and fire burns upward.

At this moment, the ten thousand Daos seemed to have found their common Origin.

Walking behind Su Changge, Ye Qingyao's sensation was the most profound.

She was at the Mahayana Stage.

The Laws of the Great Dao she cultivated were already approaching Perfection.

But behind Su Changge at this moment—she felt her Dao was like a small stream merging into the vast ocean.

Small, yet comfortable.

A complex light flashed in Ye Qingyao's eyes.

[Revered Master... just what is your Realm?]

[Every time, you refresh this Disciple's understanding.]

Xiao Huang stood where he was, unmoving.

His fists were clenched inside his sleeves.

His knuckles were white.

As a Peak Tribulation Crossing Cultivator, his perception of the "Ten Thousand Daos Resonating" was clearer than anyone's.

The Burning Heaven Dragon Dao he had cultivated for three thousand years within his body—at the moment Su Changge passed by, it actively let out a dragon roar.

That dragon roar was not an attack.

It was—submission.

His Dao was submitting to Su Changge.

Xiao Huang's expression changed.

But only for an instant.

He quickly regained his calm expression and followed Su Changge's pace, leading him all the way to the very center of the VIP seats.

That position—was originally reserved for Xiao Huang himself.

Su Changge sat down.

The wide jade chair was very comfortable.

The flame patterns carved on the back of the chair lit up slightly the moment he sat down, then quieted down.

Ye Qingyao sat on his right.

Zhao Tian stood behind him.

Leaning against the back of the chair, Su Changge's gaze swept across the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly venue before him.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators. Hundreds of Sects. Countless spiritual lights.

Lively.

Grand.

Like a carnival.

But in Su Changge's eyes—

This was a cauldron.

Inside, tens of thousands of lives were being stewed.

And the person lighting the fire—was right at the base of the mountain.

Su Changge's fingers tapped lightly twice on the armrest.

Ye Qingyao glanced at him sideways.

Su Changge's lips moved slightly, his voice so small that only Ye Qingyao could hear.

"On the outskirts of the venue, in the northwest corner, there is a Gloom Mist."

Ye Qingyao's pupils shrank slightly.

She didn't turn her head to look.

But her Divine Sense had already swept over silently.

A second later, Ye Qingyao's fingertips felt slightly cold.

She had confirmed it.

There was indeed a layer of extremely faint Gloom Mist in the northwest corner—ordinary Cultivators couldn't see it at all, but a Mahayana Stage Divine Sense could capture that trace of abnormality.

Someone was hiding in the shadows.

Ye Qingyao's voice was kept extremely low.

"Revered Master, should we—"

"No rush."

Su Changge's gaze fell upon Xiao Huang, who was coming down from the high platform.

Because Xiao Huang—

Was walking toward the VIP seats holding two cups of wine.

The target—Su Changge.