607: Old friend

"Stop right there!"

At the foot of Xuan Dao Peak, the Black-robed Figure, shrouded in a black robe, merely glanced at the towering peak that pierced the clouds. Several streaks of light flew out from the mist-shrouded mountain, and a sharp shout entered the Black-robed Figure's ears.

The Black-robed Figure's slight smile remained unchanged as he looked at the figures suspended in the air, looking down from above.

"Go, tell Xuantian that an old acquaintance has come to visit."

Beneath the black robe, the calm words reached the ears of the Disciple guarding the mountain in mid-air.

"How audacious!"

The Xuan Dao Palace's mountain-guarding Disciple's face changed drastically. Someone dared to call the Dao Lord by his name directly; he must be tired of living.

"Cloud-Breaking Art!"

The leading Disciple reached out, Golden Core power flowing through his body, and an invisible force gathered behind him, collecting clouds and mist.

"Hmm?"

The Black-robed Figure remained unmoved, letting out a soft hum, and his gaze swept over them.

The leader's body stiffened, and his magical power immediately loosened.

The Black-robed Figure lightly clapped his hand, and an ordinary white jade spirit pendant flew out from his hand, landing in the Golden Core Cultivator's hand.

"Go on."

The Black-robed Figure, with his hands behind his back, softly instructed.

The leading Xuan Dao Palace Golden Core Cultivator seemed to be controlled, following the instruction, he took the white jade spirit pendant into his hand, and then, without stopping, flew towards the spiritual mountain behind him.

The other Disciples who were with him seemed not to notice, allowing the Golden Core Cultivator to leave.

On Xuan Dao Peak.

The Middle-aged Cultivator, holding the white jade spirit pendant, ascended all the way towards the Palace Revered Master's main hall.

Wherever he passed, if there was any obstruction, after seeing the Middle-aged Cultivator's eyes, they would all involuntarily clear the path, allowing the Middle-aged Cultivator to proceed.

After a short while.

Outside the main hall of Xuan Dao Palace.

"Palace Revered Master, Disciple Cai Yan requests an audience."

The Middle-aged Cultivator, holding the white jade spirit pendant, ascended all the way to the outside of the main hall, bowing respectfully towards it.

Inside the hall.

The figure seated on the supreme throne deep within the main hall quietly opened his eyes and looked outside the hall.

"How audacious, to dare to bewitch my sect's Disciple."

On the throne, the Palace Master of Xuandao Palace, whose aura was ethereal and unfathomable, his face slightly solemn, his thoughts shifted.

Outside the hall.

The Golden Core Cultivator who was bowing floated uncontrollably towards the main hall.

Buzz~

An invisible fluctuation spread out.

The ethereal figure on the throne flickered, and in an instant, he had already disappeared from the throne.

He appeared before the Golden Core Cultivator who was flying into the hall.

At this moment.

The white jade spirit pendant held by the Middle-aged Cultivator flew out and floated in the air.

The Palace Master of Xuandao Palace's heart stirred, his expression slightly solemn, and he took the white jade spirit pendant into his hand.

Buzz~

The originally ordinary white jade spirit pendant underwent a slight change at this moment, with specks of starlight appearing within the jade pendant, forming a bright, twinkling star.

"Dao Lord Yuheng..."

"He's actually not dead..."

The Palace Master of Xuandao Palace's gaze pierced through layers of Void Realm, landing on the Black-robed Figure standing with his hands behind his back at the foot of Xuan Dao Peak.

Just then.

The Black-robed Figure seemed to sense something, he looked up, revealing a handsome face like a jade coronet with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and nodded towards the peak of the mountain.

"It really is him..."

The Palace Master of Xuandao Palace withdrew his gaze and caressed the jade pendant in his hand for a moment.

"Bring the guest up."

The Palace Master of Xuandao Palace's hand, caressing the jade pendant, paused, then he gently instructed the restrained Golden Core Cultivator in front of him.

The Golden Core Cultivator's mind was shocked, as if he had recovered from his daze.

"Palace Revered Master... how did I..."

Immortal Master Cai Yan was greatly alarmed. He wasn't guarding the peak down the mountain, stopping a Black-clothed figures, so how did he end up in the Palace Revered Master's hall?

Black-clothed figures... "Yes!"

In an instant, Immortal Master Cai Yan realized that he must have fallen for the Black-clothed figures' trick just now.

But he didn't expect to not be punished. Looking at the Palace Revered Master, could that Black-clothed figures be an honored guest?

As Immortal Master Cai Yan's heart was filled with apprehension, he bowed respectfully and quickly headed down the mountain.

"Dao Lord Yuheng, coming to visit at this time..."

After pondering for a moment, the Palace Master of Xuandao Palace's figure flickered and disappeared from the main hall.

On the summit of Xuan Dao Peak.

Before the massive stone wall.

Qin Wuyou, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, saw the newcomer, and immediately stood up, bowing respectfully.

"Palace Revered Master."

The Palace Master of Xuandao Palace nodded slightly, not bothering with Qin Wuyou further. His Divine Thought transformed into a voice and entered the ethereal secret chamber behind the stone wall.

Inside the secret chamber.

Dao Lord Xuan Tian looked at the ancient qing deng that still floated in the air as usual, his face somewhat grim. Over the years, his control over this indestructible azure lamp seemed to have stagnated.

Relying on the Ye family Bloodline of his Disciple, Qin Wuyou, he could still continue to refine this Heavenly Venerate Dao Weapon, but the progress was clearly getting slower and slower.

Dao Lord Xuan Tian pondered, but felt somewhat helpless.

It wasn't that Xuan Dao Palace hadn't collected various secret arts.

However, the level of a Heavenly Venerate Dao Weapon was too high.

It was not something that ordinary methods could be effective for.

Moreover, before completely refining this qing deng, Xuan Dao Palace could not search extensively. If other forces were to know, it would surely become a thorn in their side, and they might even unite to deal with him.

No one could resist the temptation of a Heavenly Venerate treasure.

"Dao Lord, Dao Lord Yuheng requests an audience at the foot of the mountain."

At this moment, the Divine Sense voice of the Palace Master of Xuandao Palace entered through the stone wall.

Dao Lord Xuan Tian, who already knew of his arrival, his heart stirred, and he withdrew his gaze from the qing deng.

"Yuheng, after being dead for so many years, he's actually still alive..."

"It seems the person Yaoguang and the Qingyang Zhou Clan are tracking really is Yuheng."

"What is he here for?"

Dao Lord Xuan Tian's brow furrowed slightly.

Then his expression smoothed, and he stepped out.

The figure with a profound and long aura appeared from the stone wall, coming into the sight of Qin Wuyou and the Palace Master of Xuandao Palace.

"Dao Lord."

"Revered Master."

The two saluted simultaneously.

"Disciple, you cultivate here. This Revered Master will be back shortly."

Dao Lord Xuan Tian's face was gentle as he instructed the indifferent young figure who was bowing respectfully.

"Yes, Revered Master."

Qin Wuyou's face seemed to flash with a hint of emotion, as if moved by his Revered Master's concern.

Dao Lord Xuan Tian nodded with slight satisfaction, then stepped into the Void Realm and disappeared before the stone wall.

The Palace Master of Xuandao Palace followed him, leaving this Forbidden Ground at the peak.

After the two left.

Qin Wuyou, with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes, straightened up, looked in the direction of the mountain, then turned and moved, stepping into the stone wall.

The stone wall, which Dao Lord Xuan Tian had covered with forbidden spells, was like air, posing no obstruction to Qin Wuyou whatsoever.

Allowing Qin Wuyou's figure to enter the ethereal secret chamber behind the stone wall.

"Hehe, indestructible azure lamp, what a treasure."

Inside the secret chamber, Qin Wuyou looked at the ancient qing deng that fluctuated in the Void Realm, his tone filled with a hint of admiration.