350: Enter the Holy Land of Penglai

The passage between Penglai Holy Land and the Immortal Realm was hidden in the center of a lake surrounded by mountains.

Above the lake, stood a magnificent pure white temple. Its base was octagonal, with sixty-four pure white stone pillars, each requiring ten people to encircle, precisely placed at every node.

The temple's dome was even larger than its base, almost double in size, appearing even more majestic and grand.

Around the temple, thousands of guards, whose minimum cultivation was True Immortal, stood ready.

Leading them were ten Golden Immortals with powerful auras, and one Taiyi Immortal Lord.

At this moment, a dark gold tower ship was breaking through the air.

The tower ship's style resembled that of the Demon Realm, and its sudden appearance, just as the Immortal Realm Grand Competition was reaching its climax, instantly put all the guards on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.

If not for the tower ship having no energy fluctuations, only activating a regular wind-proof Formation, the enemy attack alarm would have probably already resounded through the sky.

"Who goes there?" A streak of light flashed in mid-air, and a middle-aged man in a white robe with purple patterns appeared, asking in a stern voice.

Accompanying his words, an invisible spatial force subtly spread, sealing off the area around the tower ship.

The tower ship flashed with light and suddenly disappeared.

In its place appeared a black-robed youth with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a rugged silhouette.

His gaze was indifferent, and he exuded no aura, yet he carried a self-contained oppressive feeling that made even Xi Lou Lianhua, a Taiyi Peak expert, secretly vigilant.

Xiao Zhuo paid no mind to the other party's wariness, only saying indifferently, "This Wang Xuan, has come to pick up my two Juniors."

His current appearance and aura were both disguised; he had adopted a new identity.

With his current cultivation, unless a Quasi-Saint deliberately investigated deeply, it would be difficult to discern his true appearance, let alone see through his disguise.

The moment his words fell, a trace of aura belonging to the Taiyi Peak Realm, imbued with the oppressive might of the Thunder Dao, inadvertently leaked out.

Xi Lou Lianhua's expression softened slightly, and he cupped his fists, saying, "Fellow Daoist! Do you have a Holy Land token?"

"Naturally." Xiao Zhuo nodded, taking out a jade tablet engraved with the Penglai Holy Land emblem.

Xi Lou Lianhua's Divine Sense swept over it, confirming its authenticity, and he nodded slightly to the guards behind him.

The tense atmosphere that enveloped the surroundings immediately dissipated, and the blockade in mid-air was quietly lifted.

This token was, of course, real.

The Immortal Realm Prodigy Ranking recorded the top ten thousand Prodigies, and the Wang Siblings had long been on the list.

Xiao Zhuo had handled their registration for the Grand Competition, and as an Elder, he had also obtained this spectator token.

"The token is correct. Fellow Daoist, you've arrived a bit late; today is the crucial moment for contending for the top ten." Xi Lou Lianhua showed a slight smile.

"Haha, although I missed the contention for the top ten, it's still good to catch the top three showdown." Xiao Zhuo returned the smile.

"Fellow Daoist, please proceed!" Xi Lou Lianhua turned sideways to indicate, then ordered, "Activate the passage!"

"Understood!"

In less than three breaths, light flowed in the center of the temple, and a dark purple spatial passage was already open.

Xiao Zhuo cupped his fists slightly towards Xi Lou Lianhua, and his figure entered the passage.

At the other end of the passage, after the guards re-verified the token and allowed passage, a maid came forward to lead the way and arrange accommodation.

"Is Senior the Elder of the Thunder Lord Siblings?" The maid leading the way was surprised when she learned that Xiao Zhuo was looking for the Wang Xianzhi and Wang Xianyu Siblings.

As the two walked through the corridor shrouded in Immortal mist, Xiao Zhuo was momentarily stunned by the question, then understood: "It seems that Shortened name has made a name for himself?"

"More than just a name!" The maid's tone was filled with excitement and admiration, along with a hint of regret, "Both Thunder Lord and Ethereal Fairy have made it into the top ten today! It's just... their injuries are extremely severe, and I don't know if they can continue the subsequent matches."

Xiao Zhuo's gaze suddenly deepened.

The maid immediately felt an indescribable pressure descend, and her legs trembled slightly.

Xiao Zhuo instantly noticed, and immediately reined in his aura: "My apologies."

"Senior is worried, it's fine." The maid quickly waved her hand.

The two stepped onto a platinum small boat docked beside the corridor.

The maid whispered a few words to the attendant on the boat, and the small boat then ascended into the air, traversing layers of mountains, flying towards the distant floating Immortal city, as vast as a star—that was where the core of Penglai Holy Land lay.

"Senior, there's no need to worry too much," the maid comforted, "All the Grand Competition arenas are overseen by our sect's deacons. The Thunder Lord Siblings have been sent to the Pill Hall for treatment, and with the methods of the Pill Hall Elders, they will surely be fine."

"Mm, then I'll trouble you, young lady, to take me to the Pill Hall first." Xiao Zhuo's gaze swept across this Immortal family grotto-heaven.

The Immortal Qi in the Penglai World far surpassed that of the Corpse Clan's Place of Cessation of Grief; everywhere he looked were lush forests, picturesque mountains and rivers, with Spirit Beasts and Immortal birds soaring through them, a scene befitting an ancient Legacy Holy Land.

The scale of that floating Immortal city was even more astonishing.

The small boat flew into the Immortal city, passing countless elegant buildings.

Xiao Zhuo's Divine Sense swept out, sensing that among the hundreds of millions of people, the proportion of Immortals was as high as thirty percent, showing the profound foundation of the Holy Land.

One must know that in most areas of both the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm, the ratio of Immortals to mortals was less than one in a hundred.

However, thinking of the number of powerhouses in the Blood Prison Abyss, Xiao Zhuo suddenly understood, as both Holy Lands and the Abyss gathered the powerhouses of the Immortal-Demon Realm.

The small boat weaved through the architectural complex, and soon, a seven-story pavilion with huge medicinal herb and Medicinal Pill relief carvings on its top came into view.

"Senior, that is the Pill Hall ahead." The maid respectfully reminded him.

A moment later, the small boat landed on the plaza outside the Pill Hall.

The maid led Xiao Zhuo inside, and after explaining their purpose to the deacon in the hall, the two were quickly led to the door of a side room filled with the scent of medicine.

The door opened, and a white-bearded, gaunt old man was just about to come out.

"Greetings, Elder Nie!" The leading deacon and maid quickly bowed.

Xiao Zhuo also cupped his fists, saying, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Nie, for treating my two unruly Juniors."

His powerful Divine Sense had already penetrated the curtain, detecting the unconscious Wang Xianzhi and Wang Xianyu on the two beds inside the room.

"Fellow Daoist is...?" Nie Qianji waved his hand, indicating they could dispense with the formalities, and looked at Xiao Zhuo.

"This Wang Xuan, the two little ones lying inside are my Juniors." Xiao Zhuo stated his identity again.

Nie Qianji smiled, "So it's Daoist Friend Wang. Fellow Daoist has good fortune; your family has produced two Prodigies. May I ask which continent in the Immortal Realm your esteemed Wang family is located?"

Xiao Zhuo appropriately showed a bitter smile: "Fellow Daoist is too kind. The Wang family has long since declined, with no ancestral land remaining. Now, only This Wang travels the world with these two Juniors."

"Uh... I spoke out of turn." Nie Qianji was stunned. He saw Xiao Zhuo's extraordinary demeanor and initially thought he came from an Immortal clan, but unexpectedly, he was a Loose Cultivator.

"No matter." Xiao Zhuo interrupted his pleasantries and asked directly, "How are my nephew and niece's injuries?"

Nie Qianji heard this, and a solemn expression appeared on his face: "Your nephew Wang Xianzhi's condition is still acceptable; nearly seventy percent of his Meridians are fractured, and his Nascent Soul suffered severe damage, almost disintegrating. However, this old man has already cast spells to stabilize his Nascent Soul, and with some time, he should be able to heal, though there might be some hidden dangers. As for your niece..." He shook his head slightly, "Her Divine Soul Origin was injured, making the situation tricky. This old man has already infused her with Soul Condensing Essence, but she cannot awaken for now. Everything still needs to wait a few days, and observe slowly."

However, Xiao Zhuo felt a sense of relief upon hearing the answer.

Hmm! All minor issues!

As soon as he heard the situation, he knew what was going on with these two little ones.