791: Chapter 780 Taixuan Palace!

In the afternoon.

The Flying Ship stopped on the outskirts of Taixuan City, its hull shuddering slightly as the engine's hum gradually died down.

Qin Yan and Jiang Li stepped off the Flying Ship, setting foot on the soil of Taixuan City.

The familiar air, the familiar buildings, the familiar streets—they were back.

Soon after, the two of them flew toward the Taixuan Holy Land.

By the time they arrived at the Taixuan Holy Land, night had already fallen.

As night descended, starlight dotted the sky, and moonlight flowed like water. The Holy Land's buildings loomed in the darkness, emitting a faint spiritual glow.

In the distance, the Seven True Peaks stood majestically, resembling seven silent giants under the moonlight.

"Goodbye, Qin Yan."

Jiang Li looked at Qin Yan and said softly.

In her eyes, there was a touch of reluctance to part, along with a hint of anticipation.

Spending these past few days together had given her a deeper understanding of Qin Yan;

fighting side by side had brought their relationship closer.

"Goodbye, Jiang Li."

Qin Yan nodded and smiled slightly.

There was a trace of gratitude in his eyes.

Without Jiang Li, he wouldn't have known the whereabouts of the Extinction Spear Intent.

He would remember her help in his heart.

After bidding farewell, the two parted ways, each returning to their own Immortal Cave.

Jiang Li went left, while Qin Yan went right.

Their two white figures drifted further apart under the moonlight, eventually disappearing into the night.

Walking along the paths of the Holy Land, the moonlight flowed like water, spilling onto the bluestone-paved pathways and painting the entire road in a silvery white.

A faint fragrance of flowers and Spiritual Qi filled the air; taking a deep breath made one feel refreshed and thoroughly relaxed.

This environment made Qin Yan feel exceptionally at ease.

After running around outside for so many days and experiencing so many dangers, he had finally returned to this safe haven where he could let down his guard.

Soon, Qin Yan returned to his Immortal Cave.

The door of the Immortal Cave slowly opened to reveal the familiar spiritual pool and familiar room—everything remained exactly as it was, as if he had never left.

Upon returning to his Immortal Cave, Qin Yan resumed his training.

He did not rest, relax, or stop.

The Legacy of Venerable Destruction was still settling within his body;

and his Cultivation of the Five Elements Spear Intent was still proceeding according to plan.

He picked up the Moyuan long spear. Atop the long spear, the golden Taibai Sharp Metal Spear Intent emerged, exceptionally striking in the dim Immortal Cave.

Spear shadows layered upon one another as golden light flashed; Qin Yan practiced over and over again, tirelessly.

Meanwhile, after Jiang Li returned to her Immortal Cave, she sent the appearances of the two death soldiers who had attacked her to her father, and then immediately began her own Cultivation.

She would not make Qin Yan bear it alone, nor would she let the enemies go unpunished.

She would investigate, pursue, and seek revenge.

...

Within the Holy Land.

"Have you guys heard? Our Holy Land's Qin Yan defeated a Grandmaster expert with only Rank 6 Peak strength!" a Disciple said excitedly, his eyes filled with shock and adoration.

"I heard! Qin Yan is simply terrifyingly powerful!" another Disciple exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration.

"With this kind of ability to fight above his level, even the other Heavenly Ladder Clearers probably couldn't pull it off!" a Disciple shook his head, his tone full of disbelief.

"There's also another minor detail; it seems Qin Yan obtained a Venerable's Legacy," a well-informed Disciple added.

"A mere Venerable's Legacy is nothing to write home about," another Disciple waved his hand dismissively.

Within the Taixuan Holy Land, quite a few people possessed Venerable-level Legacies.

What was truly rare were True King Legacies and True Emperor Legacies.

The Holy Land Prodigies conversed with one another, and the topics of their conversations all revolved around Qin Yan.

Qin Yan's name had spread throughout the Holy Land;

and his battle achievements had become known to all the Disciples.

Furthermore, this matter regarding Qin Yan was also being closely monitored by the upper echelons of the Holy Land.

Deep within the Inner Court.

A grand hall shrouded in profound light stood tall high up in the sky.

The hall was completely pitch-black, its surface flowing with profound runes, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

The walls of the hall were engraved with all kinds of patterns—there were Divine Beasts, Immortals, mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars.

Those patterns, having weathered countless years, were still lifelike, as if they would fly off the walls at any moment.

The roof of the hall was paved with glazed tiles, shimmering with a faint golden light under the sun.

At the four corners of the roof, there was a statue of a Divine Beast each. They held their heads high and chests out, gazing in all directions to guard this grand hall.

On the hall, three large characters were written: 'Taixuan Hall'.

Taixuan Hall—the place where the core decision-makers of the Taixuan Holy Land met to discuss matters.

This place was the symbol of the Holy Land's supreme power;

every important meeting of the Holy Land was held here;

and every critical decision of the Holy Land was made here.

At this moment, streaks of light were entering from various directions of the Holy Land, diving straight into Taixuan Hall.

Some of those streaks of light came from the various mountain Peaks, some from the Outer Court, and some from deep within the Inner Court.

Inside the grand hall.

A long table stood there, entirely pitch-black, with a faint spiritual glow flowing across its surface.

At this moment, twenty powerful experts were seated around the table.

Some of them were white-haired, some looked middle-aged, some had lean faces, and some had burly builds.

They exuded unfathomably deep auras from their bodies.

These twenty experts were the twenty most powerful Martial Artists in the Taixuan Holy Land today.

They were the elders of the Holy Land, the pillars of the Holy Land, and the guardian deities of the Holy Land.

Every single one of them was an existence standing at the very top of the Taixuan Realm;

every single one of them was an existence that countless Martial Artists looked up to.

The Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak, Jian Wuhen; the Peak Master of Zixu Peak, Peak Master Gu Hanxi; and the Dean of the Outer Court, Yun Nishang—were all among them.

Jian Wuhen wore a white robe, his face calm and his gaze as sharp as a sword;

Peak Master Gu Hanxi wore a moon-white dress, her face exquisite and her temperament ethereal;

Yun Nishang wore a red robe, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, and her eyes deep.

They were among the most powerful and influential people in the Holy Land, yet at this long table, they were merely ordinary members.

"Alright, the main purpose of convening this Minor Taixuan Meeting today is regarding Qin Yan's matter. Everyone, please share your thoughts."

An aged voice echoed from the absolute center of the table.

The voice was low and distant, its tone flat, yet carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing these words, the other nineteen people present all showed expressions of respect on their faces.

Their gazes turned toward the figure at the center of the long table—an old man dressed in a grey robe, with white hair, a lean face, and eyes as deep as an abyss.

He sat there without leaking any aura, looking just like an ordinary old man.

But everyone present knew that he was the Former Holy Lord of the Holy Land, as well as the Holy Land's sole Great Emperor-level expert!

A Great Emperor—a Rank 12 Sovereign, an existence standing at the Peak of the martial path.

In the entire Taixuan Realm, he was the only Great Emperor.

His existence was the source of confidence that allowed the Taixuan Holy Land to rank among the top five of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds;

and his power was the Foundation that allowed the Taixuan Holy Land to stand tall for tens of thousands of years without falling.