Chapter 59 The Chan Sect Questions the Sins, People from Kunlun Arrive

Qishan Camp, the night was as dark as ink.

That bone-chilling killing intent was like an invisible needle.

The moment Chen Yuan stepped out of the royal tent, it was firmly pinned to the back of his heart.

He didn't stop, and his expression remained unchanged, as if he were just an ordinary official taking his leave late at night.

But just before he lifted the tent curtain and his figure merged into the darkness, deep within those eyes that had always been calm...

A cold gleam deeper than the night flashed by.

The Emperor wants to kill the Qilin.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Zhaoge City, at the Chen Mansion's side courtyard.

Inside a quiet room, Yunxiao, who was by the window contemplating the stars, suddenly opened her eyes.

Her brow furrowed tightly, her cold gaze seemed to pierce through the endless Void Realm, looking towards the distant Mount Qi.

That pure and resolute killing intent belonging to the Human King, though separated by thousands of miles...

Was still clearly reflected in the lake of her heart, stirring up ripples of cold.

"Not good!"

Before her voice could fade, the door to the adjacent room was burst open at the same time.

Bixiao and Qiong Xiao rushed in one after the other, their faces filled with unconcealed shock and fury.

"Sister! It's Emperor Yi!" Bixiao's voice burned with a flame.

"He has moved with killing intent! This Mortal emperor has quite the nerve!"

Qiong Xiao was also filled with Evil Qi: "He dares to have killing intent toward Brother Ziyuan? Does he not know Brother Ziyuan's contributions? What a deluded ruler!"

Yunxiao slowly stood up, a cold and majestic aura quietly circulating around her.

It caused the air in the room to become heavy.

She shook her head, her voice even colder than the night outside.

"The Emperor's killing intent is merely the trigger."

"The true killing calamity is in the heavens."

...

On the shores of the East Sea, Jinao Island.

Deep within the mist-shrouded Biyou Palace, in an inconspicuous side hall, sat a man wearing a green Daoist robe.

A Daoist whose facial features were seventy percent similar to Sect Leader Tongtian suddenly opened his eyes.

He was none other than the benevolent corpse of Sect Leader Tongtian, Daoist Qingping.

Just a moment ago, while he was deducing the heavenly secrets, he felt a violent fluctuation in the Luck of the Great Desolation.

A towering rage originating from Kunlun Mountain echoed with a faint killing calamity forming within the human Dynasty.

The heavenly secrets have become chaotic.

And the person pointed to by that killing calamity was exactly his Disciple who had dissolved his body for Reincarnation and entered the human world, Chen Yuan.

Daoist Qingping pinched his fingers to calculate, and the cause and effect were instantly understood.

"Chan Sect..."

He softly uttered two words; the voice wasn't loud, yet it caused the Void Realm of the entire side hall to tremble.

"What a fine 'responding to the killing calamity,' what a fine Yuanshi!"

"He actually dares to stretch his hand toward the Luck Qilin of my Human Race!"

A rare trace of anger flashed in Daoist Qingping's eyes, and a terrifying Sword Intent that could kill immortals and slay gods flashed and disappeared, only to be forcibly suppressed by him.

He knew that a Saint could not easily take action.

But just because he didn't act didn't mean Jiejiao had no one.

...

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The eternal auspicious clouds and auspicious Qi were frozen at this moment by a bone-chilling rage.

Deep in the palace, inside the Yuqing Hall where the Life Tablets of Chan Sect members were enshrined.

A crisp cracking sound broke the eternal silence.

The soul jade Life Tablet representing Qingxu broke in the middle, its luster fading as it fell to the ground.

"Buzz!"

An indescribably terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire Kunlun Mountain.

All living beings in the mountain prostrated, cranes wailed, and beasts trembled, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Above the main hall of Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun sat high on his cloud bed, his face as still as water.

He didn't say a word, but within those Saint eyes that looked down upon all living beings...

A storm capable of overturning the Three Realms was brewing.

His Twelve Golden Immortals, Nanji Xianweng, and other Disciples all stood with their heads bowed, as quiet as cicadas in winter, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Although Qingxu was only a third-generation Disciple, one must look at the Revered Master before hitting the dog.

Someone was provoking the Chan Sect, provoking him, a Saint of the Heavenly Dao!

In the deathly silence, a Daoist wearing an eight-trigrams robe and holding a fly-whisk stepped out from the crowd and bowed.

It was Chi Jingzi, famous among the Twelve Golden Immortals for refining treasures.

"Revered Master." Chi Jingzi's voice was steady, breaking the oppression in the hall.

"Martial Nephew Qingxu has fallen in the land of Eastern Yi; this is a provocation to the heavenly majesty of our Chan Sect."

"I am willing to go down the mountain to demand an explanation from that Mortal Dynasty for my nephew's death!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's cold gaze slowly fell upon Chi Jingzi.

After a long time, a single word devoid of any emotion echoed in the hall.

"Granted."

Immediately after, a Divine Thought that only Chi Jingzi could hear exploded directly within his Primordial Spirit.

"Investigate the Variable that disturbed the heavenly secrets and caused the fall of our Disciple, and... erase it."

"I obey the Decree!"

Chi Jingzi's heart shuddered, and he bowed deeply once more.

He knew that demanding an explanation was just a pretense; finding that "Variable" was his Revered Master's true purpose.

Having received the Decree, he dared not delay, turning to walk out of Yuxu Palace and transforming into a golden light, heading straight toward the direction of Jambudvipa.

...

Three days later, Zhaoge City.

In a tea house in the south of the city, a storyteller was animatedly recounting the legend of Prince Zi Shou slaying an evil Daoist and pacifying the Eastern Yi.

Drawing cheers from the whole house.

No one noticed that in the corner of the tea house sat a lean traveling Daoist wearing a faded gray robe.

The Daoist listened to the story while occasionally sipping coarse tea.

His gaze, however, swept over the crowd on the street from time to time, as if searching for something.

He was none other than Chi Jingzi, who had changed his appearance.

After arriving in Zhaoge, he did not go directly to the palace to demand accountability but chose to observe in secret.

With his level of cultivation, he soon locked onto several of the largest flows of Luck in this city.

One belonged to the Human King Emperor Yi, connected to the fate of the Great Shang, with rising purple Qi.

One belonged to Prince Zi Shou, with a trace of overbearing Divine Power granted by heaven within his Luck.

But what surprised him most was the third flow of Luck.

That Luck was hidden deep within a mansion in the north of the city, as deep as the abyss and as vast as the sea, closely linked to the rise and fall of the Human Race, even faintly showing the image of a Qilin.

But strangely, outside this massive flow of Luck, there was a thick layer of mist.

Even with his cultivation as a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, he could not completely see through it.

It was as if a supreme scripture was operating on its own, isolating the heavenly secrets.

"The Variable must be here."

Chi Jingzi put down his teacup, left a copper coin, and stood up to walk out of the tea house.

He walked slowly, appearing to be taking a leisurely stroll, but in reality, he was Shrinking the earth to an inch.

In just a few breaths, he arrived outside the Chen Mansion in the north of the city.

He did not enter, but simply stood at the street corner, looking at the mansion from afar.

His Golden Immortal Divine Thought silently probed forward.

Soon, he "saw" the scenes within the mansion.

He saw Huang Yuerong practicing with a spear in the backyard, her spear techniques fierce and her blood Qi vigorous.

He saw Princess Yin Rong handling official business in the study, looking worried.

Finally, his Divine Thought landed in the pavilion of the back garden.

There, a youth in white was sitting by the window.

Holding a black piece in his hand, he was focused in deep thought before an empty chessboard.

It was Chen Yuan.

"It's him?"

Chi Jingzi's brow furrowed slightly.

This child's aura seemed ordinary, even somewhat weak; he was clearly just a Mortal.

But when his Divine Thought tried to go one step deeper to investigate his roots and origin...

A dao rhyme that made even him feel palpitations flashed from the youth.

That dao rhyme was ancient and profound, as if it stood above all laws.

Carrying an absolute will of governing heaven and earth, with no regrets once a move was made.

Chi Jingzi's Divine Thought, as if meeting its nemesis, was actually bounced back forcefully!

He let out a muffled groan, feeling a slight stinging pain in his Primordial Spirit.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on Chi Jingzi's face.

He stared fixedly at the white-clothed figure in the pavilion, his heart churning with massive waves.

This child... what exactly is his origin?

A mere Mortal body could actually repel the Divine Thought of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal?

And what was that dao rhyme that made even him feel palpitations?

He finally understood why his Revered Master wanted him to personally come down the mountain.

This seemingly ordinary youth, this person revered by the Great Shang as the Guardian Qilin, was far more terrifying than he had imagined!