390: Chapter 390 Distinguished Guest Arrives, Please Enter.

The System's notification text unfolded sequentially within his line of sight.

A dark blue light curtain hovered in front of the Green Wood Throne.

【daily intelligence has been refreshed】

Gu Changsheng tapped his fingertips lightly against the armrest.

The characters on the light curtain reorganized rapidly.

The first piece of intelligence appeared strikingly.

【Old Monster Chili forcibly interfered with an ancient ruin, and his ten-thousand-foot Dharma Image was severely damaged by a blood-colored blade. His Li Fire Law Origin was forcibly reduced by thirty percent; it will be difficult for him to reform his Dharma Body within a hundred years.】

Gu Changsheng stopped tapping.

This old ghost's injuries were far more severe than the outside world had guessed.

A Golden Core True Lord's Dharma Image is closely linked to their Origin.

Reducing the Law by thirty percent meant Old Monster Chili's Realm had already experienced an irreversible drop.

The light curtain flickered, and the second piece of intelligence followed immediately.

【At the very bottom of the Chili Sect's treasure vault in the Central Plains, a Jade Slip is sealed at the core of the Formation. It is called the 《Li Fire Secret Scroll》. It contains clues about touching higher-order power.】

Gu Changsheng straightened his back.

He remembered the furious cursing of the ancient Bing Fire remnant soul.

"You unfilial wretch who betrays his master and destroys his ancestors!"

"If I hadn't passed down the Li Fire Art, you lot wouldn't even be fit to carry my shoes!"

This 《Li Fire Secret Scroll》, sealed as top-secret, was definitely the core Legacy left behind by the ancient True Lord Bing Fire.

It actually recorded the higher dimension beyond the Golden Core stage.

The phantom of the heaven-reaching jianmu tree behind Gu Changsheng swayed slightly.

His Cave Heaven world had just swallowed the top-grade Earth Heart Fire Marrow, and the fire-type Law was taking shape.

It needed this kind of high-level Dao essence to raise its ceiling.

He was determined to get this secret scroll.

Gu Changsheng leaned back into his chair, his body suffused with green light.

Should he kill his way into the Chili Sect to snatch it?

He quickly calculated the combat power comparison between the two sides in his mind.

He was now at the Late Stage of the Golden Core.

Facing a severely injured Old Monster Chili would just be a bit more trouble.

But a life-and-death struggle at the Golden Core level would definitely tear the Central Plains sky apart.

At that time, the loaches from the East Sea Dragon Palace, the bald donkeys from the Western Desert, and even those ancient beings lurking in the depths of the Void Realm would all be attracted by this fluctuation of the Law.

The Great Era has arrived, and the world's landscape is being reshuffled.

What he needs is to hide behind the scenes and silently seize the greatest benefits.

He absolutely must not become the tall bird that attracts all the firepower.

Once Old Monster Chili is forced into a dead end, he might detonate his Cave Heaven and take him down together.

The secret scroll would definitely turn to ashes in the destruction.

It wouldn't be worth the loss.

He has always believed in reasoning with people.

An equivalent exchange is the safest method.

Gu Changsheng set the tone.

He needed a bargaining chip that Old Monster Chili could not refuse, one that would make him willingly hand over the secret scroll.

He had to grasp Old Monster Chili's most fatal weakness right now.

Dharma Image damaged, Origin severely depleted.

What this old ghost lacks most right now is a Heaven-Defying spiritual object that can reshape Golden Core Laws.

Gu Changsheng tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the Green Wood Throne.

Spiritual objects of this level are few and far between in the entire Cultivation World.

Just as he was thinking.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, that mother-child dao seed suddenly transmitted an extremely strong fluctuation.

Chen Mu's voice transmission followed the Karma chain, crossing thousands of miles of space, and clearly smashed into his spiritual terrace.

"Old Ancestor! This subordinate intercepted a group of Bandit Cultivators deep in the ruins' earth veins."

"I snatched a clump of 'Sky-Mending Spirit-Nourishing Marrow' gestated in extreme earth fire!"

Gu Changsheng's tapping stopped abruptly.

Sky-Mending Spirit-Nourishing Marrow.

A top-tier recovery spiritual object.

The most critical thing is that it is born alongside earth fire and is naturally compatible with fire-type Laws.

This is simply a perfect tonic tailor-made for repairing Old Monster Chili's damaged Dharma Image.

It's truly a case of someone handing you a pillow just as you're getting sleepy.

Time rewinds to before.

On the edge of the Luoyan Mountain Range, deep within an extremely hidden earth fissure.

A refreshing fragrance was floating.

Between the dim and damp rock walls, a clump of emerald liquid the size of a fist hovered in mid-air.

Threads of crimson fire lines circulated on the surface of the liquid.

The majestic vitality stained the surrounding rocks with a layer of jade color.

Three Purple Mansion Early Stage Loose Cultivators stood in a triangular Formation, tightly surrounding this clump of wood marrow.

Greedy panting echoed in the narrow earth fissure.

"I want this thing!"

The scar-faced Loose Cultivator on the left broke the silence first.

He flipped his wrist, and a ghost-headed saber glowing with a gloomy light was gripped tightly in his palm.

"What are you!"

The gray-robed old man on the right sneered.

"For such a fortuitous spiritual object, whoever has the bigger fist gets it!"

The third emaciated Cultivator didn't talk nonsense, his hands quickly formed Seals, and spiritual power surged wildly between his ten fingers.

The three of them refused to give in, their Purple Mansion Early Stage Spiritual Pressure colliding wildly in the earth fissure.

Gravel on the rock walls fell with a rustle.

A life-and-death struggle for treasure was imminent.

Just at the moment when the emaciated Cultivator was about to unleash a Spell.

Screech!

A harsh tearing sound exploded overhead.

The hard rock layer was forcibly split open from the outside in by an extremely savage force.

A cyan-black saber beam carrying world-destroying Death Qi poured down like a waterfall.

The earth fissure was instantly torn into a terrifying canyon a hundred feet long.

Dazzling daylight mixed with thick volcanic ash smashed down.

Chen Mu stepped into the bottom of the canyon through the smoke and dust.

The terrifying Spiritual Pressure of a Purple Mansion Middle Stage Cultivator smashed onto the shoulders of the three Loose Cultivators like the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Who is it!"

The scar-faced Loose Cultivator was terrified and raised his ghost-headed saber, attempting to block.

Chen Mu didn't even look at him.

His army boots stepped on the gravel, making a dull sound.

The cyan-black Death Qi rolling around his body turned into countless poisonous snakes, spreading rapidly along the ground.

The three Loose Cultivators were horrified to find that their proud protective True Essence was not even as good as paper in front of this Death Qi.

The Death Qi penetrated their defenses without obstruction and drilled directly into their Meridians.

"Do it! Kill him!"

The gray-robed old man screamed sharply and flicked his sleeves.

Three crimson thunder-fire beads smashed toward Chen Mu in a triangular Formation.

The emaciated Cultivator simultaneously sacrificed a small black shield to protect himself.

The scar-faced man even burned his vital blood, the ghost-headed saber erupted with blinding blood light, and he slashed down.

The desperate counterattack of three Purple Mansion Early Stage Cultivators was terrifying.

Chen Mu was expressionless.

The long saber at his waist left its sheath.

The [Ember-Born Flower] Divine Ability was activated with a boom.

Dark gold patterns flowed on the blade, and the Wither and Flourish Law was pushed to the limit.

Chen Mu turned his wrist slightly, and the long saber brought up a patch of cyan-black afterimages.

There were no fancy Moves.

Only the purest and most violent suppression of the Law.

The blade edge swept past.

Before the three thunder-fire beads could explode, the spiritual power inside was instantly drained by the Death Qi, turning into three pieces of scrap metal that smashed to the ground.

The small black shield was hit by the saber beam, the Formation patterns on the surface broke inch by inch, and it exploded directly into a pile of powder.

The blood light of the ghost-headed saber was rolled up by the Death Qi and instantly dimmed.

Chen Mu's saber momentum did not decrease, directly piercing through the scar-faced man's chest.

"Ugh~"

The scar-faced man didn't even have time to let out a complete scream.

The cyan-black Death Qi surged crazily into his limbs and bones along the blade.

His flesh withered rapidly.

In just half a breath, a living Purple Mansion Cultivator shriveled into a skeleton wrapped in human skin.

Chen Mu pulled out his long saber.

The withered bones lost support, hit the ground, and fell directly into a pile of gray-white powder.

The gray-robed old man and the emaciated Cultivator were terrified out of their wits.

This was not a fight at all!

This was a one-sided slaughter!

"Senior, spare my life! The Spirit Marrow is yours!"

The two turned and fled crazily without hesitation, turning into two beams of light.

Chen Mu flipped his wrist.

Two cyan-black saber beams flew out of the blade, arriving first despite being launched later.

The saber beams accurately nailed into the backs of the two men.

The two shriveled corpses fell straight from mid-air and crashed into two piles of ashes.

Three Purple Mansion Early Stage Cultivators.

They didn't even take one of Chen Mu's Moves before their Divine Souls were completely destroyed.

Chen Mu sheathed his saber.

He walked to the clump of floating emerald Spirit Marrow.

He reached out his left hand.

The wood marrow not only did not repel him but developed a natural closeness to the Yuanmu Law of the same source in Chen Mu's body.

The emerald liquid fell obediently into his palm.

Extremely pure vitality seeped into his skin through his pores.

Chen Mu could even feel that his Realm, which had just broken through to the Purple Mansion Middle Stage, became more solid under the nourishment of this vitality.

He gripped this priceless treasure tightly.

Not even a single thought of swallowing it privately arose in his mind.

The heart in his chest jumped wildly like a beating drum.

Such a holy object that steals the creation of heaven and earth had actually fallen into his hands so lightly!

This is absolutely not some bullshit Luck!

This is the vast Divine Might of the Old Ancestor!

It is the supreme Luck of the Old Ancestor, guiding this kind of treasure to automatically deliver itself to his door in the dark!

Chen Mu knelt on one knee and kowtowed heavily towards the North Plains.

"Old Ancestor's Divine Might!"

His voice trembled, and he fell into a near-pathological fanaticism.

To be able to follow such a supreme existence who holds the destiny of heaven, his life was worth it!

The scene cuts back to the present.

Chen Mu knelt on one knee on the scorched rock, holding the clump of emerald wood marrow high with both hands.

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, Gu Changsheng's decree descended with a roar along the chains of Karma.

"Seal this item properly and keep it safe."

"Depart immediately and make a trip to the Chili Sect."

"Deliver a message to Old Monster Chili on my behalf: I want that scroll of the 'Li Fire Secret Scripture' sealed in the lowest level of his Sect's treasury."

"This mass of Spirit Marrow shall serve as the bargaining chip for this item."

"This subordinate obeys!"

Chen Mu responded loudly and stood up abruptly.

He took out a mysterious ice jade box engraved with sealing Formation patterns from his Storage Ring.

He carefully placed the wood marrow inside.

He closed the lid.

He tapped his fingertips repeatedly, placing three Seals.

He ensured that not a shred of the Spirit Marrow's aura would leak out.

Chen Mu kept the jade box close to his body.

He raised his hands and vigorously slapped his cheeks.

The surging green-black Death Qi around his body was forcibly suppressed and entirely retracted into his Dantian.

That crazed, man-eating killing intent was locked deep within his eyes.

He straightened his robes, which were covered in volcanic ash.

He was no longer the mad dog killing and looting in the ruins.

He was the messenger of True Monarch Yanqing.

Chen Mu transformed into a green-black streak of light, heading straight for the hegemon of the Central Plains.

He headed toward the mountain gate of the Chili Sect.

The streak of light tore through the clouds.

Beneath the crimson sky ahead, the Hundred Thousand Mountains rolled and undulated.

The mountain range's layout resembled a coiled red Dragon.

As the Dragon breathed, the surrounding temperature was so high that even space slightly warped.

This was the foundation of a top-tier orthodox Sect in the Central Plains.

Chen Mu stopped his light a hundred miles from the mountain gate.

His boot soles stepped onto a protruding black rock.

In the Void Realm ahead, an incredibly thick, dark red light curtain descended like a bowl.

It tightly covered the entire core area of the Chili Sect.

Dense Li Fire Law Formation patterns flowed across the surface of the light curtain.

The entire Chili Sect was under martial Law.

Not even a bird could approach.

Chen Mu pressed one hand on his sword hilt.

Since the other party was a True Monarch's orthodox Sect, he still had to give some Face; he could not just crash into the Formation.

"Who goes there!"

A violent shout came from within the light curtain.

Several Foundation Establishment Stage mountain-guarding Disciples held crimson spears, standing in battle Formation behind the array.

This group was fully armed, their nerves stretched to the limit.

News of the disastrous defeat at the remains had already been sent back.

The entire Chili Sect was on edge, terrified that an enemy would take advantage of their weakness and attack.

Chen Mu ignored these bottom-tier Disciples.

His Middle Stage Purple Mansion Spiritual Pressure flowed along the rock beneath his feet, spreading forward arrogantly.

The Spiritual Pressure collided with the dark red light curtain.

It sent out visible green ripples.

This was an obvious calling card.

There was an immediate response from deep within the light curtain.

A streak of crimson fire swept down rapidly from the main hall on the mountaintop.

The fire streak pierced through the grand Formation and landed ten zhang in front of Chen Mu.

The firelight faded, revealing a middle-aged Daoist wearing red Daoist robes.

He had Early Stage Purple Mansion cultivation.

Three golden flames were embroidered on the cuffs of his robes, representing his identity as an Elder of the Chili Sect.

The middle-aged Daoist's gaze swept quickly over Chen Mu.

Middle Stage Purple Mansion.

His Face was extremely unfamiliar.

He had met almost all the prominent Purple Mansion Cultivators in the Central Plains.

Yet he had no impression of the person before him, and his whole body exuded an extremely uncomfortable aura of dead silence.

"This poor Daoist is Yan Guang, an External Affairs Elder of the Chili Sect."

Immortal Master Yan Guang bowed slightly, his etiquette flawless.

"Our Sect is closing the mountain to guests today."

"If you have important business, Fellow Daoist, please leave your name, and we shall discuss it another day."

The words were polite.

But the condescension unique to a great Sect could not be hidden between the lines.

A mere Loose Cultivator with no background dared to knock on the door when the Chili Sect was under martial Law.

Simply courting death.

Chen Mu stood still.

The five fingers pressing on the sword hilt exerted a slight force.

"By the order of my Old Ancestor, I seek an audience with True Monarch Chili."

The words were flat, without any fluctuation.

Yet they struck a dull echo in the scorching air.

Immortal Master Yan Guang paused.

The muscles in his cheeks twitched uncontrollably.

Old Ancestor?

One who could be called Old Ancestor by a Middle Stage Purple Mansion Cultivator could only be a Golden Core True Lord.

When did such a character emerge in the Central Plains?

He calculated quickly in his mind, trying to match Chen Mu's features with known old monsters.

No clue.

"Fellow Daoist is joking."

Immortal Master Yan Guang withdrew his bow and straightened his back.

"Our True Monarch is in closed-door seclusion, contemplating the supreme Dao."

"He is not seeing any outside guests."

"Please return, Fellow Daoist."

His words were a bit firmer.

No matter who stood behind him, the Chili Sect could not lose Face.

Moreover, the top-secret news that the True Monarch's Dharma Form was damaged must not be probed by the outside world.

Chen Mu did not turn around.

He did not even draw his blade.

He just stared quietly at Immortal Master Yan Guang.

"I said."

"By the order of the Old Ancestor."

Chen Mu repeated.

The mother-child dao seed in his Dantian suddenly erupted with an extremely violent palpitation.

This was not Chen Mu's power.

This was a will that had descended with a roar across millions of miles of space, following the chains of Karma.

A point of green light suddenly lit up between Chen Mu's eyebrows.

The green light expanded rapidly, turning into a slowly blooming green lotus mark.

He froze in place.

The crazed killing intent that originally belonged to Chen Mu instantly dissipated.

An extreme indifference, looking down upon the ages and viewing all living beings as ants, replaced it.

Gu Changsheng's Divine Thought possessed him.

Borrowing Chen Mu's eyes, he stared at the Chili Sect mountain gate ahead.

There was no superfluous nonsense.

The terrifying Spiritual Pressure of the Late Stage Golden Core, centered on Chen Mu's Physical Body, roared out in all directions.

Boom!

The crimson sky within a hundred-mile radius was arrogantly torn apart by an extremely pure green vitality.

The scorching air was instantly evacuated.

The vast and boundless Yuanmu Law filled the heavens and earth.

Green and dark red collided violently in mid-air, forming a visually striking dividing line.

One half was full of vitality.

The other half was raging fire burning the sky.

"Am I qualified now?"

Chen Mu spoke.

The sound waves he emitted had completely changed.

Calm, profound, carrying absolute majesty like a decree.

Immortal Master Yan Guang bore the brunt of it.

Without even a chance to react, his protective True Qi was crushed into powder by this Spiritual Pressure.

His knees went weak.

Bang!

He slammed heavily onto the hard black rock.

The sound of his kneecaps shattering was clearly audible.

His bones made creaking sounds, unable to bear the weight under the Late Stage Golden Core Spiritual Pressure.

He was pinned tightly to the ground, even lifting a finger becoming a luxury.

The pride of a great Sect in his heart was crushed to pieces.

Inside the light curtain.

Those few Foundation Establishment Stage mountain-guarding Disciples passed out directly.

Bleeding from their seven orifices, they lay limp on the ground.

The Chili Sect's grand protective Formation erupted with blinding red light.

Countless Formation patterns flickered frantically, attempting to resist this external Law intrusion.

But under the absolute rank suppression of the Late Stage Golden Core.

The Formation's light curtain began to twist violently, emitting bursts of teeth-aching wails.

It was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

Deep within the Chili Sect.

Over a dozen powerful Divine Senses probed out, but were bounced back instantly upon touching the green dividing line.

The Purple Mansion Cultivators peeking from the shadows were all terrified to the core.

Such Spiritual Pressure was even thirty percent more terrifying than their own Old Ancestor in his prime!

Where on earth did this powerful outsider come from!

The entire Chili Sect fell into unprecedented panic.

Faith began to waver at this moment.

The proud grand protective Formation was fragile and vulnerable before this mysterious True Monarch.

The neutral Elders even developed thoughts of retreating, secretly calculating their escape routes.

"Enough."

Deepest within the Chili Sect, in the Forbidden Ground at the bottom of the volcanic crater.

A broken yet violent Li Fire Law rushed into the sky.

A crimson fire pillar pierced straight into the clouds, barely holding up the crumbling grand protective Formation.

Old Monster Chili's true voice echoed between heaven and earth.

The sound waves carried deep wariness and suppressed shock and anger.

His Dharma Form was damaged, and his Origin was reduced by thirty percent.

He was at his weakest right now.

This person directly descended with Divine Thought, clearly here to pinch his weak spot.

"An honored guest has arrived; please enter."

But Old Monster Chili chose to compromise.

The dark red light curtain of the grand protective Formation slowly retreated to both sides.

It opened a path leading straight to the main hall on the mountaintop.

Gu Changsheng, controlling Chen Mu's Physical Body, stepped forward.

His military boots stepped on the shattered rock.

Immortal Master Yan Guang, kneeling on the ground, trembled violently, not daring to even lift his head.

The space before Chen Mu suddenly began to twist violently.

The surrounding scenery turned into a scroll melted by raging fire.

The next second.

He was pulled by an irresistible suction force directly into an unknown dark red world.