345: Yaochi Holy Lord

Before the exclamations of the crowd could subside, Buddhist light shone brightly from the west, and Sanskrit chants shook the world!

A nine-story lotus platform, supported by golden auspicious clouds, descended. Upon the lotus platform sat a blurry, solemn Buddha phantom.

“Oh my god! Even the Western Regions Buddhist Sect has arrived! Is this the Buddha's chariot?”

Immediately after, Demonic Qi soared from the south. From within the rolling demonic clouds, a bronze war chariot, pulled by nine pure-blooded Flood Dragons, tore through the Void Realm and emerged!

Upon the war chariot stood several figures. The leader's form was blurry, and an ancient imperial Bloodline pressure, capable of making all demons submit, emanated from his body. This was precisely the chariot of the Demon Lord of the Southern Domain Yao Race!

Suddenly, ethereal immortal music drifted from the horizon. Bright moonlight paved the way, and a cool, exotic fragrance permeated the heavens and earth.

Nine pure-blooded, extraordinarily magnificent Azure Luan Divine Birds pulled an ancient and elegant Moon Palace Treasure Carriage, sculpted entirely from moon-white stone. It broke through layers of clouds, slowly descending with an otherworldly grace.

The carriage door opened silently, and a figure stepped out gracefully.

In that instant, it was as if heaven and earth fell silent, and moonlight converged.

It was none other than the contemporary Holy Lord of Yaochi Holy Land, Ji Qingyi.

She wore an elegant moon-white flowing immortal dress, her dark hair simply tied up with a jade hairpin. Her countenance was peerless, her skin like ice and bones like jade, enveloped in a faint, clear radiance. Her temperament was cool and noble, like the bright moon of the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world, untouched by any worldly dust.

She merely stood quietly before the carriage, yet the supreme Dao Rhyme of the Grand Yin Immortal Body and the Holy Lord's majesty caused the surrounding hundred miles to fall silent.

Countless Cultivators, male and female alike, felt a sense of shame and were mesmerized.

Even some individuals of the Holy Lord level showed unconcealed admiration and deep apprehension in their eyes.

Behind her, the former Saintess, now the Holy Land's successor, Su Muxue, stood respectfully, equally beautiful and ethereal.

Further back were four white-robed female officials, their aura profound, like fairies from the moon.

On the ground, amidst the crowd.

Xuan Yangzi stared wide-eyed, unconsciously smacking his lips. He lightly nudged Gu Changge beside him with his elbow, lowering his voice.

His tone carried unconcealed admiration and a certain sales-like urgency.

“Changge, look! That's the Yaochi Holy Lord, Ji Qingyi!

Rumor has it she possesses the Grand Yin Divine Body, not only is her beauty peerless, making her the foremost Fairy of this era, but her cultivation is also unfathomable, with few rivals in the Saint King Realm!

Even more remarkably, having governed Yaochi for many years, her leadership and Heart-Nature are both top-notch! Tsk tsk, truly...”

His words clearly implied, 'Look at these conditions! Appearance, talent, status, ability, all top-tier! How perfect for you!'

Gu Changge was leisurely observing the various factions. Hearing this, his gaze also fell upon that cool, moon-like figure, lingering for a moment.

He nodded slightly, commenting indifferently, “Grand Yin Divine Body, naturally formed Dao Rhyme, and a clear Heart-Nature. Indeed extraordinary.”

Then, as if remembering something, he turned his head to look at Xuan Yangzi, a hint of understanding and teasing flashing in his eyes, and playfully transmitted his voice:

“Senior Brother is so knowledgeable, listing them like family treasures... Could it be that you've taken a fancy to this Yaochi Holy Lord?”

“Pfft—!”

Xuan Yangzi almost choked on his own saliva, his old face instantly flushed red. He puffed out his beard and glared, his voice transmission filled with exasperation.

“Cough! Cough cough! Changge! You, you, you... what nonsense are you spouting! I'm already old, and my Dao Heart is stable! I'm thinking of you! Of you!”

“Look at you, always staying on Zizhu Peak. This Ji Qingyi, whether in appearance, talent, or status, is a match made in heaven for you! If you can become Dao Companions with her, it would also be a great boon for our Azure Profound Sect! I'm doing this for the Sect, and for you!”

Gu Changge was rendered speechless, shaking his head with a wry smile, his gaze returning to the distance.

“Senior Brother is thoughtful. However, the Grand Dao is a solitary journey; why seek companionship? Do not reject what comes, do not cling to what leaves; simply let nature take its course.”

Xuan Yangzi saw that he was impenetrable and could only give up resentfully, muttering, “Fine, fine, have it your way!”

Just as everyone was still captivated by the peerless elegance of the Yaochi Holy Lord's arrival, a colossal flying boat appeared in the northern sky.

On the flying boat, banners fluttered, emblazoned with two ancient characters—Lingxiao!

“It's the Lingxiao Holy Land from the Central Domain! They've come too!” Someone exclaimed.

At the bow of the flying boat, a figure stood with hands behind his back, clad in a green Daoist robe, with a refined appearance and ethereal temperament. It was none other than the Holy Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land—Ling Canglan!

Behind him stood several young Disciples with sharp auras and Sword Qi in their eyes, all Prodigies of this generation from Lingxiao Holy Land.

“Heh, Lingxiao Holy Land can't sit still either.” An elder Cultivator whispered.

“Ling Canglan's cultivation is unfathomable. Under his leadership, Lingxiao Holy Land is thriving and not to be underestimated.”

For a time, above the entire wasteland, Dragon boats, lotus platforms, demonic clouds, battle flags... the Dominators of the various immortal Holy Lands and ancient aristocratic families, or their Incarnations, descended with supreme bearing!

Terrifying pressures intertwined, causing the space within ten thousand miles to wail. Countless Cultivators below turned pale, trembling as if facing gods!

These Holy Lord-level figures, usually as elusive as Dragons, were now gathered here due to the appearance of the Great Emperors Tomb!

Behind or beside these great figures were young individuals of peerless demeanor and soaring aura.

There was the Jiang Family Divine King Body, surrounded by stars, like a young God King.

There was Ji Xuanye, the Grand Zhou Crown Prince, clad in imperial robes, with a profound celestial mystery in his brows.

Further away, a figure whose vital Qi surged like wolf smoke to the heavens, Battle Intent tearing through space, was none other than the Heavenly Azure Sacred Body, Wang Zhan!

Su Muxue, the successor of Yaochi Holy Land, stood quietly behind the Holy Lord, also attracting countless gazes.

There were also unfamiliar Prodigies from other great domains, their auras either domineering, icy, or strange.

They stood beside their elders, like stars surrounding the moon, their gazes burning as they looked towards the Emperors Tomb entrance, filled with confidence, Battle Intent, and a certainty of success.

However, all eyes ultimately turned with extreme solemnity to the bottomless abyss entrance, from which Chaos Qi and Death Qi gushed forth.

“Opportunity is right before us, what are you waiting for!”

An old monster Loose Cultivator, whose Lifespan was nearing its end, could no longer restrain himself and transformed into a streak of light, rushing first towards the abyss.

However, he had just approached within ten thousand feet!

“Buzz—!”

That seemingly calm Void Realm suddenly manifested countless dense, extremely complex Emperor Dao runes!

An imperceptible ripple spread.

The old monster couldn't even let out a scream. His entire being was instantly ground into a bloody mist as if by an invisible millstone, and even his Divine Soul was completely annihilated!

Immediately after, several other Cultivators, disbelieving, either wielded Magic Treasures or employed secret techniques, attempting to force their way in from different directions.

The results were without exception!

As the runes flickered, they were either cut down by Chaos Sword Qi that appeared out of nowhere, or frozen into icy powder by the chilling Death Qi surging from the abyss, or triggered Restrictions that summoned Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, leading to their complete destruction of body and spirit!

In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen Cultivators of considerable strength died tragically on the spot, leaving no bones behind!

The originally restless crowd instantly fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over their heads, chilling them from head to toe.

That nearby entrance seemed to have become a giant maw that devoured everything.

The Great Emperors Tomb must not be desecrated!