268: Chapter 268 Twelve Colors of Dao Yun

Far to the west of Yuqing Heaven, in a pure land surrounded by Sanskrit chanting and bathed in buddhist light.

Several Arhats and Bodhisattvas sat upon lotus pedestals, their auras restrained and their Faces compassionate and serene; they slowly opened their eyes at almost the same time.

Their eyes were no longer filled with eternal compassion, but flashed with an extremely subtle hint of doubt and surprise.

One of the golden-bodied Arhats, surrounded by the intent of nirvana, spoke in a deep voice:

"Nirvana, did you... feel it?"

The person being asked was exactly the Great Nirvana Buddha whom Su Mo had met several times.

His Face was as calm as an ancient well as he said:

"I felt it. Though it was only for a moment, it was unmistakable... It is the aura of the Great Desire Heavenly Immortal Venerable."

He paused slightly, as if deducing the heavenly secrets, and after a moment, continued:

"The direction is to the north."

At this moment, sitting at the head, a Great Arhat with a nine-fold halo of wisdom floating behind his head, whose aura was even more vast than that of the Great Nirvana Buddha, loudly proclaimed a Buddhist Name, his voice carrying unquestionable authority:

"Since that is the case, then we must make a trip."

His gaze fell as he looked at the Great Nirvana Buddha and the others:

"In the Yunxiao Heaven Pure Land, the Great Wisdom King Buddha has already handed down a Dharma Decree. This matter is of great importance and allows for no mistakes. Once the successor of the Great Desire Heavenly Immortal Venerable is detected in the world, they must be converted using supreme Buddhist dharma. They must never be allowed to grow and cause further turmoil."

"We respectfully obey the Dharma Decree!"

Several Arhats and Bodhisattvas pressed their palms together, their buddhist light suddenly brightening as they quietly vanished into the Void Realm, heading towards the Wanji Icefield in the north of Yuqing Heaven... Yunmiao Palace.

This was the northernmost part of the Huangji Immortal Dynasty; further north lay the Wanji Icefield, shrouded in endless wind and snow and lethal Profound Baleful Qi.

At this moment, outside the Snow Maple Valley where the Core Disciples of Yunmiao Palace resided, a scene was unfolding that drew attention, yet no one dared to step forward and stop it.

The Eighteenth Prince of the Huangji Immortal Dynasty, Zhao Yuanhao, was leading several attendants with deep auras, blocking Leng Ningshuang who was about to return to her Immortal Cave.

Zhao Yuanhao was dressed in luxurious brocade robes, his Face could be considered handsome, but his brow was full of arrogance.

He stared at the pure and otherworldly woman before him.

Ever since that person named Lin Waner died, he had locked his target on this new first-place winner of the Yunmiao Palace Grand Competition, Leng Ningshuang.

"Fairy Ningshuang."

Zhao Yuanhao's lips curled into a proud smile, his tone forceful:

"As long as you nod and become This Prince's Concubine, all the resources and Cultivation Techniques needed for your future cultivation, and even Yunmiao Palace, will receive extra care from the Huangji Immortal Dynasty. For you and your Sect, this is a wonderful thing with a hundred benefits and not a single harm."

Leng Ningshuang's Face was calm, her voice indifferent:

"I appreciate the Eighteenth Prince Your Highness's kindness. However, this Disciple is single-mindedly devoted to the Dao and has no plans to find a Dao Companion for the time being. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

After saying that, she spoke no more and turned to return to her Immortal Cave.

Such a blunt rejection made the smile on Zhao Yuanhao's Face freeze instantly, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes.

As a prince, when had he ever been denied Face like this?

Taking Leng Ningshuang or Lin Waner as a Concubine was merely to make Yunmiao Palace a bit of help in his future struggle for the throne.

Seeing Leng Ningshuang turn and leave, the fire of anger from being ignored, mixed with a strong desire for possession, suddenly surged in Zhao Yuanhao's heart.

"Hmph, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

He snorted coldly, and disregarding his status, his figure flickered as he followed Leng Ningshuang directly into her Immortal Cave.

Clearly, he intended to use his cultivation and status to force her into submission.

Leng Ningshuang had not expected Zhao Yuanhao to be so unscrupulous as to break into her private Immortal Cave.

Her Face instantly turned icy cold, and the spiritual energy around her surged.

"Zhao Yuanhao, how dare you! This is my Yunmiao Palace!"

Leng Ningshuang shouted sharply, ice crystals already forming at her fingertips.

"So what if it's Yunmiao Palace?"

Zhao Yuanhao smiled disdainfully, approaching step by step:

"As a member of the Huangji Immortal Dynasty's imperial family, there is nothing This Prince sets his sights on that he cannot get."

At this moment, a figure dressed in green brocade robes suddenly appeared beside Leng Ningshuang.

He had a handsome Face and a restrained aura; it was Su Mo.

Su Mo's appearance was without warning, leaving both people in the Immortal Cave stunned.

Leng Ningshuang's pupils contracted suddenly, her heart filled with horror.

She would never mistake this Face!

But how could he suddenly appear here?

And how did he sneak into her Immortal Cave so silently?

She was already in the True Immortal Realm, and her Divine Thought enveloped the Immortal Cave at all times, yet she had been completely unaware of this.

Before Leng Ningshuang could recover from her shock, Zhao Yuanhao, who was beside her, had already turned ashen, and anger almost burst from his eyes.

He stared fixedly at the abruptly appearing Su Mo and said gloomily:

"Leng Ningshuang!"

"Didn't you just vow that you had no interest in a Dao Companion and were single-mindedly devoted to the Dao? Then who is this person?! Some wild man hidden in your Boudoir?! You have quite the nerve to dare to toy with This Prince!"

Su Mo, hearing this, let out a sneer.

"Who am I? Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhao Yuanhao's aura erupted, and his True Immortal Peak cultivation was fully revealed.

Even more shocking was that around him, streaks of dao rhyme of various colors manifested; counting them carefully, there were actually twelve types.

Twelve types of dao rhyme!

In the True Immortal Realm, this was simply unheard-of foundation!

Seeing this, Su Mo couldn't help but look up.

This person before him had actually refined twelve top-grade origin fruits.

Compared to him, any Qilin children of the Li Clan Immortal Family are weak as hell.

"No matter who you are, since you dare to offend This Prince, today I will make your soul and body perish!"

Zhao Yuanhao gave a sinister laugh, the twelve types of dao rhyme interweaving to form a multicolored giant hand containing the aura of destruction, which clawed down directly at Su Mo's head.

Leng Ningshuang's Face changed drastically; sensing the terrifying power contained in that giant hand, she subconsciously moved to activate her full cultivation to resist.

Su Mo's expression remained unchanged.

Even if he had refined more top-grade origin fruits, it would be impossible to cause him any substantial harm.

Just as the hand of dao rhyme was about to fall on Su Mo's head, it suddenly stopped.

An aura infinitely more vast and majestic than Zhao Yuanhao's pressure instantly enveloped the entire Immortal Cave.

The twelve-colored dao rhyme giant hand froze three feet above Su Mo's head, unable to descend even a fraction more.

A figure dressed in a Cloud-patterned Star Robe, with an ancient Face and eyes as deep as the starry sky, appeared silently in the Immortal Cave.

He did not intentionally radiate power, but simply by standing there, he seemed to become the center of heaven and earth.

It was a Grand Elder of Yunmiao Palace, a powerhouse of the Profound Immortal realm.

"Eighteenth Prince Your Highness."

The Profound Immortal Elder's voice was calm:

"This is the Immortal Cave of a Core Disciple of my Yunmiao Palace. Your Highness is of noble status; it is perhaps inappropriate to take action here. If there is any misunderstanding, why not sit down and talk?"

Zhao Yuanhao's Face turned pale, and his chest heaved violently, clearly enraged.

But no matter how arrogant he was, he knew well the chasm between a Profound Immortal and a True Immortal.

Before a Profound Immortal, his twelve types of dao rhyme were simply not enough.

If he continued to be stubborn, he would only be the one to suffer.

He glared fiercely at Su Mo and finally squeezed out a cold snort from between his teeth:

"Good! Very good! Yunmiao Palace... This Prince will remember this!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve robe violently, withdrew the suppressed dao rhyme power, and turned to leave without looking back.