Chapter 60 Drawing a Treasure Map in the Void, Taiyi Trapping the Qilin

Outside the Chen Manor, in the shadows of a street corner.

Chi Jingzi's figure swayed slightly, and for the first time, a look of horror appeared on his face.

He withdrew his Divine Thought, feeling a needle-like sting radiating from the depths of his Primordial Spirit.

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

That fleeting Dao charm was ancient and profound, as if it stood above all Laws, carrying an absolute will that brooked no regret.

Chi Jingzi stared fixedly at the white-clad figure in the distant pavilion, waves of shock surging in his heart.

A variable!

This youth was the variable his Revered Master wanted him to eliminate!

At the same time, he sensed a cold and powerful aura residing in another part of the manor.

Although it was hidden extremely well, it could not escape his detection.

It was a Jinao Island Immortal.

And their cultivation was not shallow, at least at the Taiyi Golden Immortal Perfection.

A direct assault would surely alert that Jinao Island Immortal and startle the prey.

Once the opponent desperately sent a message back to Jinao Island, things would become incredibly troublesome.

A cold light flashed in Chi Jingzi's eyes as an even more sinister plan came to mind.

He no longer hesitated and took an object from his sleeve.

It was a scroll, mysterious yellow throughout, appearing plain and unremarkable.

The moment it unfurled, not a single trace of magical power fluctuation leaked out.

Taiji Diagram (Replica).

An Acquired Spirit Treasure refined by Revered Master Yuanshi Tianzun, modeled after the Senior Martial Uncle's Innate Supreme Treasure; though it lacked the power to create heaven and earth.

It could evolve into a temporary Grotto-Heaven, isolating the inside from the outside and trapping people invisibly.

It was perfect for dealing with a 'variable' who was being secretly guarded by a powerful expert.

...

Chen Manor, Rear Garden.

Inside the pavilion, Chen Yuan held a black stone, facing an empty chessboard, hesitating to place it for a long time.

He was reviewing every detail of the Eastern Yi war while also deducing the next step in the Dragon-Rearing plot.

Emperor Yi's murderous intent was already like a sword hanging over his head.

Crown Prince Zi Shou's wings were not yet fully fledged.

In the imperial court, undercurrents were surging.

Every step had to be taken with absolute precision.

Just as he was deep in thought, a sudden, unheralded sense of dizziness struck him.

The scene before his eyes began to distort and stretch.

The stone table, the pavilion, the pond, the emerald bamboo... all the familiar sights were like ink dropped into water, rapidly dissolving and becoming blurred.

It was only for an instant.

The world spun.

When Chen Yuan regained his footing, he was no longer in the courtyard of the Chen Manor.

Instead, he was in a gray, hazy void of space.

No sky above, no ground below, surrounded by a vast wilderness of deathly silence; no sound could be heard, and no Spiritual Qi could be felt.

All connection with the outside world had been completely severed.

There was no panic on Chen Yuan's face.

He simply looked around, his deep eyes as calm as water.

He knew he had been forcibly pulled into an independent space by a powerful spatial Magic Treasure.

A cage drawn upon the ground.

Meanwhile.

In a quiet room in the Chen Manor's side courtyard.

Yun Xiao, who was closing her eyes to meditate on the stars, suddenly snapped her eyes open, a hint of alarm and suspicion flashing in her cold gaze.

Chen Yuan's aura... had vanished!

Right under the shroud of her Divine Thought, he had vanished into thin air, as if directly erased from this world by an invisible giant hand!

"Not good!"

Yun Xiao's figure flickered, instantly appearing outside the pavilion in the rear garden.

Boom!

Boom!

Two figures burst out almost simultaneously as Bixiao and Qiong Xiao arrived with expressions of shock and anger.

"Sister, what happened?"

"Where is Brother Ziyuan?"

The courtyard was empty.

On the stone table in the pavilion, the chessboard remained, and a black stone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

But the person was gone.

"The scoundrels of the Chan Sect have made their move!"

Bixiao's perception was incredibly sharp; she immediately detected a faint but extremely familiar fluctuation of magical power lingering in the air.

Yun Xiao did not speak; she extended her slender jade finger and lightly tapped the air.

A weak, almost imperceptible spatial ripple spread out from her fingertip.

"It is the Yuqing Immortal Art," Yun Xiao's voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"The opponent used a spatial Magic Treasure to abduct him right under our noses."

Qiong Xiao's small face turned red with anger, her teeth gritted: "Unreasonable! How dare they!"

Under the guard of three Jinao Island Immortals, the person they were supposed to protect had actually been abducted just like that.

This was not just a failure of duty; it was a profound humiliation!

...

Within the gray space.

Chen Yuan stood quietly, feeling an invisible pressure squeezing from all directions, as if trying to grind him into powder.

The Laws of Heaven and Earth in this Small World were rejecting him as an outsider.

If he were an ordinary Mortal, his Divine Soul would have collapsed by now, turning into fly ash.

But within Chen Yuan's body, the Great Dao Golden Wheel (Embryonic Form), which had been dormant for a long time, began to operate on its own at this moment.

A faint golden halo flickered on the surface of his body, easily isolating the heavenly pressure from the outside.

Right then, in the void ahead, space distorted.

A Daoist wearing a gray robe with a lean, refined face slowly materialized.

It was Chi Jingzi.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Chen Yuan with a gaze that held both scrutiny and the playfulness of a cat catching a mouse.

"You are Chen Yuan?"

Chi Jingzi's voice echoed in this dead space, carrying a majesty that made his words Law.

Chen Yuan looked up, watching him calmly.

"Who are you?"

"I am Chi Jingzi of the Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain."

Chi Jingzi proudly announced his title; he was very satisfied with Chen Yuan's current composure, which further proved his extraordinariness.

"Did my Martial Nephew Qingxu die at your hands?"

Hearing this, Chen Yuan immediately understood.

The Chan Sect had finally come knocking.

And it was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, a powerhouse of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

"The evil Daoist deluded Eastern Yi and brought chaos to Great Shang; everyone has the right to execute him."

Chen Yuan's voice was not loud, but every word was clear. "He did not die at my hands; he died at the hands of heavenly justice."

"What a 'heavenly justice'!" Chi Jingzi laughed in extreme anger.

"A group of Mortal ants dares to speak of heavenly principles?"

"Today, I shall let you know the difference between Immortal and Mortal, and what it means to offend the heavenly majesty!"

As his voice fell, Chi Jingzi pointed his fingers like a sword, aiming at Chen Yuan from afar.

There was no earth-shattering Immortal light, nor any world-destroying power.

Only the Laws of Heaven and Earth of this Small World were instantly mobilized.

They transformed into an invisible giant hand, ruthlessly squeezing down toward Chen Yuan!

In this space controlled by him, he was the Dominator!

He wanted this so-called Qilin to feel the deepest despair in the face of absolute power.