471: Wanfa Tsutenkaku

“Yes,” Zhou Duo explained, “that is a mysterious organization spread across the major domains of the Nirvana Realm, claiming to encompass all wan fa (myriad laws) under heaven and know ancient and modern secrets. Whether it’s Cultivation Techniques, Secret Manuals, strange tales, Secret Realm intelligence, or even certain special requests, as long as a sufficient price is paid, it’s possible to obtain clues there. It is said to be supported by Immortal Rank Immortal Dynasty-level forces, and its reputation is outstanding.”

Xiao Zhuo pondered. This was indeed a good source of information.

“Does this domain have a branch pavilion?”

“The Northern Domain is harsh and cold, and resources are relatively scarce, so there aren't many large cities.” Zhou Duo thought for a moment, “As far as Junior knows, the closest 'Myriad Laws Reach Heaven Pavilion' branch should be located in 'North Cold King City'. It’s about a million miles to the southeast from here.”

Xiao Zhuo nodded, taking note of this information.

He glanced at Zhou Duo. This person's talent and Heart-Nature were both excellent, and he was a Reincarnation, so perhaps he would be useful in the future.

It wouldn't hurt to forge a good connection today.

“Today’s matter is concluded.” Xiao Zhuo said indifferently, “Take care of yourself.”

Before his voice faded, his figure began to slowly lighten, as if merging into the ice and snow, and subtle ripples appeared in the surrounding space.

“Senior, wait!” Zhou Duo hurriedly called out, “May I ask for Senior’s esteemed name? For today’s kindness, Zhou Duo will surely repay it in the future…”

However, before he could finish his words, Xiao Zhuo’s figure had completely vanished, as if he had never appeared.

Only the cold wind swept by, carrying away the last trace of faint spatial fluctuation from the spot, and Liang Long's cold corpse in the deep pit, proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

Zhou Duo stood alone, gazing in the direction Xiao Zhuo had disappeared, silent for a long time.

Today’s encounter was full of twists and turns, a narrow escape from death. He had also personally witnessed the terrifying methods of a mysterious powerful Cultivator.

“Fei Ruyi dared to scheme against me and Liang Long, and perhaps even Jiang Ziyu’s death is related to him…” He muttered to himself, “It seems there must also be changes in the Xuanyi Heaven Capital. The Fei Family… and that mastermind…”

A cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He would never let today’s situation rest!

Taking a deep breath of the icy air, Zhou Duo no longer lingered, transforming into a sword light and speeding towards the Qingmu Imperial Dynasty.

He had to report today’s events, especially the Fei Family’s unusual actions, to his Family and the Imperial Dynasty as soon as possible!

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhuo had already appeared high in the sky tens of thousands of miles away.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the clouds, overlooking the vast icy and snowy land. His Divine Sense stirred slightly, confirming the approximate direction of North Cold King City.

“Myriad Laws Reach Heaven Pavilion… I hope it doesn’t disappoint me.”

His green robe swayed slightly, and with a single step, his figure merged into the Void Realm, heading southeast.

The biting cold wind was pushed aside by an invisible Qi barrier, and the clouds rapidly receded beneath his feet.

Xiao Zhuo used Great Teleportation, each flash covering tens of thousands of miles.

The desolate scenery of the Northern Domain’s ice plains gradually faded, and sporadic cold-resistant vegetation and traces of Yao Beast activity began to appear below.

A distance of a million miles was but a moment’s effort for him, far beyond what an ordinary Quasi-Immortal could achieve.

Soon, the outline of a majestic giant city appeared on the horizon.

It was not built on a plain, but rather carved and expanded from several continuous ice mountains, presenting a hard, cold tone of interwoven ice-blue and gray-white.

The city walls soared into the clouds, inscribed with massive cold-resistant runes and defensive array patterns, glowing with a faint halo under the light of the twin moons.

Even from a distance, one could feel the more magnificent and vast Qi emanating from the city, far surpassing that of the Changfeng Imperial Dynasty’s capital.

There were no less than ten Quasi-Immortal-level fluctuations hidden within it.

This was North Cold King City, one of the core settlements of the Human Race in the Northern Domain.

Xiao Zhuo stopped his escape light tens of miles outside the city, walking into the city like an ordinary Cultivator.

He restrained his aura to the Foundation Establishment Stage, blending into the flow of people, completely inconspicuous.

Although there were armored guards at the city gate, the inspection was not strict; one only needed to pay a small amount of Spirit Stone to enter.

Upon entering the city, a wave of heat mixed with the chill of ice and snow, the fragrance of Spiritual Plants, the fishy smell of Yao Beast Materials, and the various auras of Cultivators, rushed towards him.

The wide streets were paved with a mixture of solid ice and some black stone, smooth as a mirror, yet not slippery at all.

Shops lined both sides—Magical Artifact pavilions, Medicinal Pill workshops, Materials stores—everything imaginable. Cultivators came and went like weaving threads, many of them at the Soul Transformation and Void Refining Stages, and occasionally one could even sense the aura of a Tribulation Stage Cultivator passing by.

The Northern Domain was vast and sparsely populated, with few cities. As the largest city in the Northern Domain, North Cold King City’s prosperity was far beyond what a lower-tier Imperial Dynasty like the Changfeng Imperial Dynasty could compare to.

Xiao Zhuo’s Divine Sense spread out like mercury, silently and instantly covering the entire city.

None of the Cultivators in the city noticed.

He quickly locked onto his target—in the most bustling area of the city center, there was a nine-story tower, ancient in style, not made of ice, but constructed from a rare warm yellow Spiritual Wood, making it particularly striking in this icy and snowy world.

A plaque hung above the tower’s entrance, bearing five grand, calligraphic characters infused with Dao rhythm: Myriad Laws Reach Heaven Pavilion.

In the lower right corner of the plaque, there was also a unique mark, neither a cauldron nor a tower, emitting a faint pressure, symbolizing its undeniable authority.

Xiao Zhuo walked slowly towards it.

Stepping into the first floor of the tower, the interior space was far more expansive than it appeared from the outside, clearly utilizing spatial expansion techniques.

The interior was as warm as spring, with bright and soft lighting.

Thousands of Jade Slips, books, and scrolls were suspended in mid-air by streaks of spiritual light, slowly rotating for people to browse their summaries.

More information was Sealed within individual private rooms, requiring payment to access.

There were quite a few Cultivators, but it was exceptionally quiet; most communicated with Divine Thought or whispered inquiries at the counters.

Xiao Zhuo walked directly to an unoccupied counter in the deepest part. Behind the counter sat an old man with white hair and beard, looking vigorous, engrossed in a Jade Slip. His cultivation was surprisingly at the Quasi-Immortal Early Stage.

Sensing someone approaching, the old man looked up, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Zhuo, a hint of imperceptible surprise flashing in his eyes.

He actually found it hard to discern the true depth of this young man in green before him, but having long served to receive various extraordinary individuals here, he had long cultivated the ability to remain unperturbed.

“Fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. Is this your first time at my Myriad Laws Reach Heaven Pavilion?” The old man put down the Jade Slip, a professional, gentle smile appearing on his face.

“Yes,” Xiao Zhuo said concisely, “I wish to inquire about two matters.”

“Fellow Daoist, please speak. According to our pavilion’s rules, inquiry precedes discussion. Different information has different prices.” The old man made a gesture of invitation.

“Firstly, the whereabouts or definite clues regarding someone possessing a Time Spirit Root,” Xiao Zhuo said calmly.

The smile on the old man’s face instantly froze, and an incredulous gleam burst forth in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice, “Fellow Daoist… do you know what you are asking? A Time Spirit Root? This is one of the legendary supreme Spiritual Roots, elusive and traceless! Even in our pavilion’s records, it’s almost a myth!”

“Knowing its difficulty, I came here,” Xiao Zhuo’s tone remained unchanged, “What is the price?”

The old man took a deep breath, his expression becoming incredibly solemn. He carefully scrutinized Xiao Zhuo, as if trying to discern something from his face, before slowly shaking his head: “Such information is beyond this old man’s authority to determine. If Fellow Daoist is truly not joking, please follow this old man to the seventh floor to meet the pavilion master of this city.”

“Understood,” Xiao Zhuo nodded.

The old man rose and led Xiao Zhuo to a teleportation array on one side.

Light flashed, and the two had appeared on the seventh floor of the tower.

The space on this floor was not large, elegantly arranged, and the Immortal Qi was so dense it had almost liquefied.

A figure dressed in a star-patterned Daoist robe, with a face blurred as if shrouded in starlight, sat behind a jade table, holding a star compass and deducing something.

His aura was as deep as the sea; he was actually a True Immortal Middle Stage mighty being!