524: change of weather

“Oh?”

Dao Lord An Xing’s words were astonishing, and Dao Lord Xi Wu’s heart trembled.

This Dark Moon Palace actually had more than just the Dao Lord in front of him.

Dao Lord Xi Wu looked at the shadowy figure with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

Moreover, what this person just said, Xuan Dao Palace...

“Haha, that Qin Wuyou, who has been stirring up the Chaotic Sea, is within this Cen Ling Dao Palace.”

The shadowy figure shook his head and laughed.

“It really does fit that old fellow’s style of doing things.”

Dao Lord Xi Wu’s heart stirred; this matter was somewhat unexpected, yet also within reason.

“Can it be true?”

“Naturally, it’s not false.”

“I will take care of contacting them for this matter. If it succeeds, Fellow Daoist will be the aid I have invited.”

Dao Lord Xi Wu’s expression shifted slightly; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to destroy Cen Ling Dao Palace.

If Cen Ling Dao Palace could be destroyed and its countless years of accumulated resources seized, why would Xiwu Divine Hall need to cross time and space to search for a Lower Realm?

It would be time-consuming and laborious, with a return that was not particularly high.

“This matter is entrusted to Fellow Daoist.”

“When shall we act?”

Just as the Aura on the shadowy figure was about to dissipate, Dao Lord Xi Wu asked another question.

“In my opinion, two years from now would be an opportunity.”

“Of course, if there’s truly no chance to succeed, then my Dark Moon Palace can only sacrifice some benefits to pull Cen Ling Dao Palace in as well. But at that time, Fellow Daoist might not have such a good opportunity.”

“Haha~”

A light laugh, a grand, layered sound, was left behind, dissipating in the main hall of Xiwu Divine Hall.

“Whew~”

At this moment, the shadowy figure seemed to awaken from slumber, his complexion showing no abnormality, evidently having known what had happened long ago.

“Dao Lord, Hall Master, I shall take my leave.”

The shadowy figure bowed, and after the golden figure in front of him nodded, he transformed into a shadow and headed out of Xiwu Island.

“Dao Lord, this matter requires caution.”

After the person from Dark Moon Palace left, Great Expert Xi Mian, the Hall Master, walked down the steps and came to Dao Lord Xi Wu’s side, looking at the Hall Master with a solemn expression.

What needed caution was not just Cen Ling Dao Palace, but also this mysterious Dark Moon Palace.

This Dark Moon Palace was so fearless, its strength must be extremely powerful.

If it had other intentions, Xiwu Divine Hall might not fare well either.

“You, with my command, secretly make a trip to Xuan Dao Palace.”

Dao Lord Xi Wu said nothing, taking a token engraved with a golden Three-legged Divine Bird from his waist and handing it to Great Expert Xi Mian.

“Yes, Dao Lord.”

Seeing that Dao Lord Xi Wu had a plan, Great Expert Xi Mian said no more.

In the main hall of Xiwu Divine Hall, silence fell once more...

Two years later.

In the Jie Mie Sea (Nirvana Sea), on the southwest side of the Li Luan Sea Region.

A precious carriage/chariot, pulled by eight Four-winged Heavenly Steeds burning with raging flames, flashed across the sky and entered the Jie Mie Sea, which carried a desolate, dark Aura.

The Jie Mie Sea had once been the site of a Void Refining Great Power's deathmatch; its environment was harsh, with violent and chaotic Spiritual Qi, making it a place of great danger.

However, the Jie Mie Sea, which usually had few Cultivators, now had a continuous stream of Cultivators rushing towards it.

Upon seeing the precious carriage/chariot pulled by the Four-winged Heavenly Steeds, the figures waiting at the border of the Jie Mie Sea showed excited expressions.

They seemed thrilled to be about to witness this world-shaking battle.

Among them, some Cultivators, upon actually seeing the precious carriage/chariot, quickly retreated into the distance.

Staying here would likely put them at risk of being caught in the crossfire.

Boom!

Raging flames erupted, igniting the violent and chaotic Spiritual Qi blocking the path of the Heavenly Steeds’ chariot.

In the Jie Mie Sea, fierce fires began to burn.

“No, no, no!”

All eight Heavenly Steeds had formidable cultivation, especially the lead one, which possessed the cultivation of a Deity Transformation Demon Venerable. The Soul Transformation flames spread rapidly, engulfing the Cultivators who had come to the Jie Mie Sea to witness this world-shaking battle in boundless inferno.

Screams echoed, making the Cultivators outside the flames shiver with fear.

“Fellow Daoist Xi Hong still has such a volatile temper.”

At this moment, a young, handsome, elegant Cultivator in white robes appeared from the Void Realm, and with a wave of his hand, streams of sweet dew descended from the sky, extinguishing the raging flames.

“We’re saved!”

“We’re saved!”

“Many thanks, Yuan Dan Venerable!”

As the sweet dew descended and extinguished the flames, the Cultivators who had not yet been ignited by the inferno, filled with the joy of surviving a catastrophe, sensed the young and elegant Cultivator and bowed down towards the sky.

“This place is dangerous, all Fellow Daoists, please retreat quickly.”

Yuan Danzi, the current Senior Brother of Cen Ling Dao Palace, had a gentle smile on his face, and with a wave of his hand, he lifted the bowing Cultivators.

“Hmph.”

At this moment, a domineering cold snort was heard.

The surviving Cultivators below dared not linger. After thanking Yuan Danzi, they frantically fled towards the outside of Jie Mie Sea.

“Fellow Daoist Xi Hong, I trust you’ve been well.”

Yuan Danzi’s figure flickered, disappearing from his original spot and reappearing in the depths of the Jie Mie Sea.

Here, a Heavenly Steeds’ chariot burning with raging flames was already waiting.

As Yuan Danzi appeared, he greeted with a smile.

“Yuan Danzi, there’s no need for pretense.”

A majestic and domineering voice emanated from the precious carriage/chariot.

As the voice fell, a figure in a golden robe, standing with hands behind his back, appeared in front of the precious carriage/chariot.

First Holy Son Xi Hong waved his hand, and behind him, the Heavenly Steeds’ chariot merged into the Void Realm, disappearing, leaving only the two figures standing opposite each other.

“Make your move. Let me see what qualifications you have to challenge me.”

Xi Hong’s cold and domineering voice rang out.

Opposite him, the white-robed and elegant Yuan Danzi’s smile remained unchanged. He had come with great momentum, using his power to suppress others; how could there be any reason for him to lose?

“Secret Art · Ancestral Transformation!”

Xi Hong went all out from the start. Behind his golden figure, a thousand-zhang-tall phantom of a Three-legged Divine Bird, burning with the divine fire of the sun, appeared. The sun’s divine fire illuminated the world, completely igniting the Jie Mie Sea.

“Tidal Sea Spirit!”

Yuan Danzi’s smile faded, and a jade flute appeared in his hands. Held to his lips, a long, drawn-out flute melody spread forth. From the bottom of the Jie Mie Sea, the deep sea surged upwards like an abyss.

Just as the two were each displaying their techniques.

In the Void Realm, a figure like the sun quietly appeared, looking towards the Jie Mie Sea.

As this sun-like figure appeared, on Cen Ling Island, an Aura flickered and vanished.

“Fellow Daoist Xi Yan, it’s merely a duel between two Juniors; why the need for your personal attention?”

A white-haired and bearded figure, appearing to be seventy or eighty years old, appeared before the sun-like figure.

This figure wore black and white Daoist robes, with an ordinary, unremarkable Aura.

“Fellow Daoist Cen Ling, long time no see.”

The sun disappeared, and Dao Lord Xi Wu, clad in golden Daoist robes, showed a slight smile on his face as he looked at the ordinary-looking figure appearing to be seventy or eighty years old.

Dao Monarch Cen Ling’s expression changed slightly.

Just as he was about to retreat, a dark curtain descended, enveloping everything...

In the northern part of the Chaotic Sea, on Gui Zhou Island, atop Qingyang Peak.

A five-colored Aura of the Late Nascent Soul Stage was displayed in the air.

Not long after, Zhou Leren’s figure appeared above his Immortal Cave, just in time to see Zhou Leyi, who arrived in a hurry with an extremely solemn expression.

“Le Yi, what happened?”

Zhou Leren suppressed the joy of his Breakthrough and descended from the sky.

“Big Brother, Cen Ling Island, it’s gone...”