144: Chapter 144 The Imperial Preceptor Invites the Demon Lord Amidst the Snow, The Sword Immortal Makes a Drunken Visit to Little Jade Capital

The collapse of faith often only takes an instant.

On the Luoyan Plain, the 300,000-strong Righteous Path coalition stared fixedly at the rift in the firmament that had been cleaved open by a single sword strike.

The sunlight spilled onto their faces, which had been frozen pale, but it could not bring them even a shred of warmth.

What had they seen?

The "Heavenly Dao," which they had worshipped and prostrated before for generations, believing it to represent the supreme will of heaven and earth.

Was actually just a "person" holding a tattered flag, hiding sneakily inside a Formation!

What made them feel even more absurd and desperate was that the "God" who had been high and mighty above the clouds.

When facing Ye Xiu's 30,000-zhang long Pure Yang Taiyi giant sword, actually revealed an expression of terror and astonishment just like a Mortal.

"No... this isn't real! This is a trick by the Devil Head! It's an illusion!"

The Sect Leader of the Daoist sect from Tianji Mountain collapsed onto the cold, snowy ground, his hair disheveled, his original appearance of a transcendent immortal completely gone.

He frantically tugged at his beard, screaming hysterically like a madman.

Attempting to use this self-deceptive method to maintain his Dao Heart, which had already shattered into dust.

However, that "False God" above the firmament.

Gave this group of Righteous Path Cultivators one last resounding slap in the face with his actual actions.

"Madman... how could the Lower Realm give birth to such a madman who ignores the Laws of heaven and earth?!"

That False God, hiding within the hexagram Formation, felt the terrifying Sword Intent from Ye Xiu that was enough to completely erase him, and was so scared that he didn't even dare to leave any harsh words.

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, spraying a mouthful of divine blood onto the frost banner in his hand, and the entire massive Formation instantly erupted with blinding blue light.

Immediately after, the False God, along with the Formation, fled frantically into the depths of the Void Realm like a frightened rat.

Even in the process of escaping, he did not forget to forcibly seal the rift in the clouds that had been cleaved open, for fear that Ye Xiu would chase after him while wielding his sword.

"Running? You can run from the monk, but can you run from the temple?"

Ten thousand zhang high in the air, Ye Xiu sneered and did not immediately pursue.

He wanted to see just how many such cowardly turtles pretending to be gods were hiding in the sky.

He lowered his head slightly, his heterochromatic gold and silver eyes coldly overlooking the 300,000-strong Righteous Path army below, which had completely collapsed, his voice like the verdict of the Grim Reaper:

"Your 'God' has already tucked its tail and fled. Now, it's your turn."

Hearing Ye Xiu's words filled with killing intent, the 300,000-strong Righteous Path coalition instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Those prominent Righteous Path sects that had just been clamoring to "act on behalf of heaven" and "raze The Great Ruins".

At this moment, were like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, without even the courage to raise their weapons.

"Sect Leader, wait."

Just as Ye Xiu was about to casually wave a Sword Qi to completely erase this group of brainwashed fools.

A voice that was extremely calm and gentle, yet permeated with a sense of having seen through the vicissitudes of the world, suddenly sounded on the deathly silent Luoyan Plain.

Accompanying the falling voice was a series of extremely steady footsteps.

"Clack, clack, clack..."

Amidst the Righteous Path Cultivators wailing in despair all over the ground, a slightly thin figure was holding up an extremely ordinary oil-paper umbrella.

Walking unhurriedly across the thick black frost and falling snow, heading towards the direction where Ye Xiu was.

The newcomer wore a green Confucian robe, his face was gaunt and refined, and his eyes were as deep as a bottomless dark pool.

There was not a trace of magic power fluctuation on his body, but wherever he walked, those dark blue snowflakes that were enough to freeze and crack refined steel.

Seemed to have encountered some extremely gentle Law, and they all automatically retreated to both sides.

The State Preceptor of Yankang!

This unparalleled genius, who was hailed as the "number one person beneath the gods," who had pushed for the reform of the Yankang Kingdom with his own strength, and who had attempted to Heaven-Defy and change fate with Mortal imperial power.

Had actually come to this Shura field alone at this very moment.

The State Preceptor of Yankang walked to a position several hundred zhang directly below Ye Xiu and stopped.

He did not look at the Righteous Path Sect Leaders collapsed on the ground, nor did he look up at the firmament that had been resealed.

He simply folded up the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and straightened his Confucian robe with extreme solemnity.

Then, he bowed deeply to Ye Xiu, who was ten thousand zhang high in the air.

"Your subject, the State Preceptor of Yankang, pays respects to the Sect Leader."

He did not address him as "Imperial Son-in-Law," nor did he call him "Sword Immortal," but instead referred to himself with the extremely humble title of "your subject."

Calling Ye Xiu by the name of "Sect Leader," which was both righteous and evil.

This bow represented that this true spiritual leader of the Yankang Kingdom had completely endorsed the Old Emperor's decision.

Placing the Luck of the Yankang Kingdom onto Ye Xiu without reservation.

"Oh? So you are that State Preceptor of Yankang who is always stirring up some reform, pondering every day how to pull the gods down from their horses?"

Ye Xiu raised an eyebrow with great interest, his figure flickered, and he instantly descended from ten thousand zhang in the air to stand before the State Preceptor of Yankang.

He held his wine gourd, looking up and down at the seemingly frail scholar before him.

"Interesting. My sword strike just now scared even those old Heavenly Gods into wetting themselves, yet you, a Mortal, aren't afraid of me?"

"Sect Leader, you jest."

The State Preceptor of Yankang smiled slightly, and a dazzling light of wisdom flashed in his deep eyes:

"Although the Sect Leader acts wildly and is crowned by the world with the name of 'Devil Head'."

"But the State Preceptor of Yankang knows that the Sect Leader's heart is cleaner and more transparent than all the prominent Righteous Path sects in this world."

"Moreover, the sword strike the Sect Leader just made did not only cleave open this fake firmament."

"It also cleaved open the ignorance and lies that have shrouded the Yankang Kingdom, and even the entire Major Thousand Worlds, for tens of thousands of years."

Speaking to this point, a trace of extremely rare fanaticism and excitement leaked into the eyes of the State Preceptor of Yankang.

"Sect Leader, you saw it just now, right? This sky... is fake."

"This so-called divine punishment, this so-called Karma, is nothing more than those ancient parasites in the sky."

"They are a massive scheme laid out to pen us Mortals like livestock, in order to drain our faith and Luck!"

Ye Xiu pursed his lips and tilted his head back to take a sip of wine:

"I saw them, just a bunch of scumbags hiding in the clouds waving fans. Why, did the State Preceptor of Yankang come all this way through the snow just to suck up to me?"

"Not at all."

The State Preceptor of Yankang's expression turned solemn, and he said extremely seriously: "The Sect Leader's power is divine, and slaying one False God is naturally effortless.

But does the Sect Leader know how many Heavenly Gods are in the sky? What kind of force is this so-called 'Heavenly Court'?"

"How did they steal the Dao of heaven and earth back then and bury the true ancient myths?"

Hearing this, Ye Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he possessed absolute power, he really knew nothing about the history of this world from tens of thousands of years ago.

"You know?"

Ye Xiu asked.

The State Preceptor of Yankang shook his head: "Your subject does not know the full picture.

But your subject knows that there is a place that hides the oldest and most real secrets of this world.

"There, the 'Chronicles of the Supreme Emperor' records the origins of the Heavenly Court."

The State Preceptor of Yankang paused and pointed toward the depths of the ethereal sea of clouds in the east.

"That place is called 'Little Jade Capital'."

"Little Jade Capital? Is that the immortal realm outside the world that prides itself on being transcendent and untainted by the Mortal World?"

The corners of Ye Xiu's mouth curled into an intrigued arc.

"Precisely."

The State Preceptor of Yankang sighed, "Little Jade Capital has been passed down since ancient times, and its foundation is unfathomable.

"They claim to be the recorders of history, standing neutral outside the world.

"Your subject has visited many times to request to read the ancient scrolls, hoping to find a way to break the imprisonment of the Heavenly Gods.

"But I was always swept out the door by those self-righteous old fogies on the grounds that 'Mortals must not peek at the secrets of heaven'."

Speaking to this point, the State Preceptor of Yankang bowed deeply to Ye Xiu once again:

"Your subject implores the Sect Leader to go to Little Jade Capital with me!

"With the Sect Leader's unparalleled Divine Might, you will surely be able to knock open that dust-sealed library and let us see the true face of this damn heaven!"