453: Chapter 453 Bronze Immortal Palace, the Power of an Immortal Lord!

"Well done. Pass down my order: the Disciples who participated in this conquest shall be rewarded according to their merits and may choose any one Magical Artifact from the treasury."

Lu Yuan nodded slightly, his tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Then, his gaze slowly swept across the hall, turning toward the Elder on the other side responsible for counting prisoners and the battlefield. His voice sank slightly: "Are there any omissions among the upper echelons of the Taiyi Immortal Sect?"

The Elder who was called upon trembled all over. A cold sweat instantly seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheek.

He hurriedly knelt on both knees, not even daring to lift his head: "Reporting to Old Ancestor, most of the Grand Elders and core Elders were executed when the sect's protective Formation broke. The rest have been captured alive by us, their Qi Seas and immortal meridians sealed, and are currently imprisoned in the Blackwater Dungeon. It is just..."

"Just what?" Lu Yuan's eyelids lifted slightly, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall, making all the Elders present feel as if their breathing had hitched.

"When counting the bodies and prisoners, only... only the Divine Son whose Supreme Bone was crippled by the Young Lord earlier is missing—Su Changkong!" That Elder's voice was trembling: "Your subordinate has turned the entire Taiyi Immortal Mountain upside down and even used soul-searching techniques to interrogate the Taiyi Sect Master, yet still found no trace of this person!"

"Su Changkong is missing?"

Lu Yuan frowned slightly, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his seat, making a crisp "tap, tap" sound. A piece of Trash whose essence blood had been drained and Supreme Bone crippled—how could he vanish into thin air under the watertight siege of the Qingyun army, especially when Lu Yuan had used great magic to seal the Void Realm in advance?

There must be something fishy about this.

"System, query the whereabouts of Su Changkong."

Lu Yuan remained calm on the surface but immediately thought to himself.

Although this little bug was nothing to fear and could be crushed a thousand times with one hand, if the grass isn't removed by the roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. He had seen too many of these classic "Trash trope" scripts; leaving him alive would always be a potential nuisance.

[Targeted intelligence acquisition Rank set to: Purple.]

[Requires Destiny Points: 1000 points.]

[Confirm?]

"Confirm." Lu Yuan did not hesitate. A flash of light appeared before his eyes, and a translucent lavender light screen that only he could see emerged, listing detailed information in dense rows:

[Purple Grade Intelligence: On the eve of the great battle, before the Taiyi Immortal Sect's Formation had completely closed, Su Changkong was forcibly torn through the spatial barrier by a mysterious person lurking in the shadows and taken away from the Taiyi Immortal Sect.]

[The rescuer is named "Guardian Su Ye," whose cultivation has reached the Early Stage Peak of the Golden Immortal Realm, and who practices a top-tier concealment Cultivation Technique.]

[His true identity is a Shadow Dao Protector of the Su Family, the Dominator Family of the super-power "Nine Nether Underworld" in a Realm beyond the Daluo Heaven.]

[Su Changkong is not a native Cultivator of the Daluo Heaven; his true identity is actually a member of a collateral branch of the Su Family from the Nine Nether Underworld who was stranded outside.]

[His clanswoman and younger sister, "Su Yunxi," is a once-in-a-ten-thousand-year direct-line Prodigy of the Nine Nether Underworld, possessing the Supreme Profound Nether Bloodline, and is highly valued by the Family (Note: This Family's foundation is unfathomably deep, with an ancient Immortal Lord level Old Ancestor in slumber presiding over it).]

[Out of consideration for a slight bit of old sentiment from their childhood, Su Yunxi, upon learning that Su Changkong was in trouble at the Taiyi Immortal Sect and his Supreme Bone was crippled, specially sent her Exclusive Dao Protector Guardian Su Ye to break through the world barrier and take the dying Su Changkong away.]

[After Guardian Su Ye took Su Changkong away, he did not return directly to the Nine Nether Underworld but changed course midway to head toward the most mysterious of the three major forbidden zones of life in the Daluo Heaven, the "Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land." His purpose is to have Su Changkong enter the ancient ruins "Bronze Immortal Palace" deep within the Forbidden Ground, hoping to use the Supreme Opportunity rumored to be able to reverse life and death within the palace to restore his crippled body and even achieve a breakthrough after destruction.]

[The Bronze Immortal Palace is restricted by ancient supreme rules and the fragmented Heavenly Dao. Any Cultivator whose bone age exceeds a thousand years or whose cultivation is higher than Perfected Xuan Immortal (i.e., having stepped into the Golden Immortal Realm or above) will be ruthlessly obliterated by the palace's rules and cannot enter.]

"Nine Nether Underworld? An Immortal Lord level power?"

Lu Yuan looked at the lines of jumping words on the intelligence report, a flash of surprise in his eyes, which quickly turned into a cold, knowing smile.

No wonder a mere Taiyi Immortal Sect would value Su Changkong, an outsider, so much, even going so far as to exhaust the entire sect's resources and risk offending other powers to nurture him. It turns out this kid had such a solid backer hidden behind him, involving an Immortal Lord level power from another Realm.

"But so what?"

The corners of Lu Yuan's mouth curled into an arrogant arc, his eyes filled with disdain.

Never mind a marginalized collateral branch; even if the so-called direct-line prince of the Nine Nether Underworld came in person, if he dared to provoke Lu Yuan or covet his son's things, he would have to leave his life here in the Daluo Heaven!

"Bronze Immortal Palace, restoration of a crippled body? This script is quite the classic trope of a Son of Destiny falling to a low point and encountering a great Opportunity."

Lu Yuan calculated silently in his heart. Since the System had so thoughtfully pointed out the location, he might as well harvest this wave of the Son of Destiny's wool.

Not only would he kill the person, but he also planned to snatch the Opportunity within that Bronze Immortal Palace as well.

However, before setting off for the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land to crush this bug, Lu Yuan had a more important and more concerning matter to attend to.

He casually gave a few instructions to the Elders below regarding the aftermath, and then his figure flashed, merging into the Void Realm like a ripple on water, instantly disappearing from the main hall.

In the next moment, he had already crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, returning to the most quiet and peaceful Qingxue Palace in the back mountain of the Qingyun Dao Sect.

Completely different from the battlefield at the front lines where blood flowed like rivers and Evil Qi soared, the Qingxue Palace was filled with Immortal Qi and gurgling spiritual springs.

Patches of ten-thousand-year snow lotuses were planted in the courtyard, emitting a refreshing fragrance that isolated all the noise and slaughter of the outside world.

At this time, Gu Qingxue was leaning against a soft couch carved from top-grade warm jade.

She wore a loose, plain-colored Cloud-Water Dress, her long hair falling freely like a waterfall. Her peerless face had lost its former coldness, replaced by a maternal glow that was soft to the extreme.

Her abdomen already had a very obvious bulge, and a hand as fair as jade was gently stroking it, her eyes so tender they seemed as if they could drip water.

"Husband." Keenly sensing the fluctuations in space and seeing the figure she had been thinking about day and night step into the hall, Gu Qingxue's eyes curved as she smiled like a spring breeze turning into rain, and she prepared to prop herself up to welcome him.

"Don't move."

Seeing this, where was the cold and overbearing Lu Yuan who had faced thousands of Cultivators in the Taiyi hall? He stepped forward quickly, naturally pressing her gently back onto the soft couch, and even placed a soft cloud-patterned pillow behind her back. His eyes were as gentle as water, as if the woman before him was his entire world.