478: The Celestial Realm, where winds and clouds converge

Inside the Zixiao Divine Palace, a place that had inherited billions of years of history and symbolized supreme majesty within the Zixiao Holy Land.

An unprecedentedly fierce debate was currently taking place.

The Grand Elders of the hawk and dove factions were arguing until they were red in the face, their powerful Law auras clashing within the hall, sending out ripples of aftershocks.

One side believed that such a great humiliation must be washed away with blood, while the other side was wary of that unknown Mahayana Saint Lord and believed they should not act rashly.

And while they were arguing incessantly over how to handle Shen Yuanmo.

The instigator of this storm had already crossed the vast starry river that would normally take a common Cultivator hundreds or even thousands of years to traverse.

Within the endless Void Realm, Shen Yuanmo's figure stepped out from a patch of distorted light and shadow, walking as if on level ground.

He had just finished reading the star map Jade Slip gifted by Nangong Bo.

“Tongtian Immortal Domain...”

Shen Yuanmo uttered the name, his gaze piercing through the layers of spatial barriers before him to look toward the final direction guided by the star map.

In the next moment, he took a step forward.

His figure did not stir any ripples of magic power, yet he seemed to merge with the entire Void Realm, vanishing instantly from the spot... It was unknown how much time had passed.

When Shen Yuanmo tore through space and stepped out once more, an aura completely different from South Heaven Immortal City rushed toward him.

The moment he stepped out, he felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain.

The Space Law here was incredibly firm, to an inconceivable degree.

In South Heaven Immortal City, a Hedao Realm Cultivator could tear through the void and teleport ten thousand miles with a single thought.

But here, Shen Yuanmo could clearly perceive it.

If one's cultivation had not reached Half-step Mahayana, attempting spatial travel would become incomparably difficult.

What surprised him even more was the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi of this place.

It could no longer be called Spiritual Qi; it was a seven-colored spiritual mist so dense it had materialized to the naked eye.

Every wisp of mist contained extremely pure energy.

A Mortal breathing it in once would be enough to prolong their life and remain free from all illnesses.

Furthermore, the Great Dao Laws flowing through heaven and earth were no longer obscure and difficult to understand.

Instead, they were as active as spirits within reach, clearly intertwining and manifesting in the void.

Cultivating here for one day would likely be several times more effective than a year of bitter cultivation in South Heaven Immortal City.

“As expected of the core of the Central Continent Divine Land.”

Shen Yuanmo thought to himself, his calm and rippleless Heart-Nature finally stirring slightly.

His Divine Sense spread out silently like an invisible and intangible net.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers were within his view.

This investigation caused even Shen Yuanmo's Heart-Nature to slightly freeze.

It was too vast.

This land named the Tongtian Immortal Domain was so vast it seemed to have no end.

Giant cities, each a hundred or even a thousand times more magnificent than South Heaven Immortal City, dotted this land like stars.

In every giant city, there were no fewer than a hundred auras of Hedao Realm Cultivators.

Some of those auras were as deep as the sea and obscure to decipher, clearly belonging to Half-step Mahayana experts.

Half-step Mahayana experts, who were enough to be called patriarchs and dominate a region in South Heaven Immortal City.

Here, they seemed to be just slightly stronger Cultivators, far from being as rare as phoenix feathers or unicorn horns.

Shen Yuanmo withdrew his Divine Sense and quietly suppressed and disguised his aura at the level of the Hedao Middle Stage.

He identified a direction and his figure turned into a streak of light.

He flew toward the largest and most complex-auraed main city in the center of the Immortal Domain.

That city was named Tongtian.

Along the way, he saw countless Cultivators controlling all sorts of Magic Treasures and Spirit Beasts, converging from all directions with the same goal as him.

The lowest cultivation among these people was the Soul Transformation Stage; Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators didn't even have the qualification to fly at low altitudes.

A few hours later, a giant city whose majesty could not be described in words appeared at the end of Shen Yuanmo's vision.

The city walls towered into the clouds, cast entirely from a black divine gold that shimmered with starlight.

Billions of complex array patterns were inscribed upon it, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

Just standing outside the city, one could feel a sense of vastness and weight originating from the ancient primordial era.

At the city gate, people flowed like a river, and carriages moved like a stream.

There were Holy Land Disciples shrouded in divine light, and Imperial Dynasty nobles riding ancient descendants.

There were also Loose Cultivator giants with cold auras who clearly weren't good sorts.

This place was the transportation hub of the entire Central Continent Divine Land, the largest commercial center, and a stage where countless Prodigies gathered.

Shen Yuanmo learned that this Tongtian City was jointly managed by the three top Divine Dynasties and five Great Holy Lands of the Central Continent.

All private fighting was prohibited within the city, and the rules were strict to the extreme.

With a calm expression, he followed the crowd into the city, paying a hefty entry fee.

The scene inside the city was even more prosperous and flourishing.

The streets were wide enough to accommodate ten nine dragon warships side-by-side.

The shops on both sides were jade palaces and towers, filled with a dazzling array of rare treasures seldom seen in the outside world.

“Have you heard? The Third Prince of the Tianyan Divine Dynasty reached the seventy-second floor of the Tongtian Pagoda yesterday, triggering the phenomenon of purple Qi coming from the east. It’s said he had an Epiphany on the spot and mastered a supreme Divine Ability!”

“Hiss! Seventy-two floors? That’s a Domain only the top Prodigies can step into! It seems the Third Prince’s ranking on the Myriad Domain Prodigy List is going to move up again!”

“More than that! I heard the Saintess of the Yaoguang Holy Land has declared that she will definitely break the Third Prince’s record within half a month!”

“Tsk tsk, it’s truly a battle between dragons and tigers! People like us would be satisfied just to find some Opportunity in the first thirty floors.”

Shen Yuanmo's footsteps paused slightly as he listened to the discussion of several young Cultivators nearby.

His gaze turned toward the towering giant tower in the center of the city that pierced the clouds, its top completely out of sight.

The Tongtian Pagoda.

This was the most famous building in Tongtian City, and even the entire Central Continent Divine Land.

Rumor had it that this tower had ninety-nine floors, and each floor was an independent Small World filled with various trials and Opportunities.

It was the supreme trial ground for all the Prodigies of the Central Continent to verify their strength and compete for rankings.

Shen Yuanmo had no interest in so-called fame, fortune, or Prodigy rankings.

His Dao was to absorb ten thousand paths into one and walk a path never seen before; these empty names were meaningless to him.

Just as Shen Yuanmo was about to look away, a Cultivator nearby who seemed well-informed lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.

“You only know that the Tongtian Pagoda is a trial ground for Prodigies, but you don't know that there's a huge secret hidden inside this tower!”

“Oh? What secret?” His companion's curiosity was instantly piqued.

The Cultivator looked left and right before saying in a barely audible voice.

“An Elder in my Family once accidentally heard a big figure from a Holy Land mention that the highest floors of the Tongtian Pagoda have not been reached by anyone for tens of thousands of years.”

“It’s said that there... lies a trace... of the mystery above Mahayana!”

The mystery above Mahayana?

These few words fell precisely into Shen Yuanmo's ears.

A true ripple finally appeared in his eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well.

The purpose of his trip was precisely to find the resources and Opportunities that would allow him to continue becoming stronger and making Breakthroughs.

And the mystery above Mahayana was undoubtedly the most attractive thing to him at this stage.

“The mystery above Mahayana, is it...”

Shen Yuanmo murmured to himself, “Just as well, I can use this to deduce and perfect my Dao.”

...Meanwhile.

In the distant Zixiao Holy Land, inside the Zixiao Divine Palace.

The fierce argument that had lasted for several days finally returned to silence under an order from the Holy Lord.

Upon the throne, the figure shrouded in Chaos Qi swept his majestic gaze over the Elders below, who had various expressions.

“This matter must not be handled recklessly.”

The Holy Lord's voice betrayed no emotion, yet it contained an indisputable decisiveness.

“To go to war with a Mahayana Saint Lord of unknown background for the sake of a subsidiary Family and so-called face is the path to destruction.”

The Hall Master of the War God Hall and other hawk faction Elders turned red in the face, but they ultimately did not dare to refute the Holy Lord's words.

“Then... Holy Lord, shall we just swallow our pride like this? Let that madman go unpunished, treading the majesty of our Holy Land under his feet?”

An Elder asked unwillingly.

“Swallow?”

A mysterious meaning entered the Holy Lord's voice.

“This seat only said not to be reckless, not that we would let it go.”

He slowly raised his hand, and a golden legal decree condensed out of thin air.

“Pass on my order.”

“Send someone with my token to the Tianji Tower.”

Tianji Tower!

Hearing these three words, all the Elders in the hall, including those of the hawk faction, felt a shock in their hearts.

That was the strongest intelligence organization spread across the entire Central Continent Divine Land, claiming to calculate all heavenly secrets and know everything.

“At any cost.”

The Holy Lord's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a trace of icy chill.

“Purchase all intelligence regarding this person.”

“This seat wants to know his name, who his master is, and what his background is.”

“Only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one... deliver a fatal blow.”