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Chapter 625 Aftermath (Seeking monthly votes!)
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Taiyi Upper Sect, Secret Ground.
On the stone platform, the milky white mist was thinner than usual, revealing Yang Xuanyi's seated figure.
He had just taken a pill to regulate his primordial spirit, and the medicinal power was slowly dissolving in his meridians, restoring his complexion to normal, but the weariness between his brows still lingered.
The battle with the Night Clan's primordial spirit had taken a toll.
Yang Xuanyi took a deep breath, his true essence slowly circulating within him, sending the medicinal power to his limbs and bones.
Just as he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, a series of hurried footsteps came from the entrance of the cave.
Two figures walked in quickly, one after the other.
Leading them was Jiang Ci, the sect master of Taiyi Upper Sect, followed by Feng Shuofang, the spear master.
The two stopped three zhang in front of the stone platform, clasped their fists and bowed.
"Ancestor!"
Yang Xuanyi opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two faces.
Jiang Ci's expression was solemn, and Feng Shuofang's brows also showed a hint of urgency.
"What is it?"
Yang Xuanyi's voice was calm, but a sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes.
Jiang Ci straightened up, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice,
"Ancestor, news has come from the Tianbao Upper Sect."
"Speak."
Yang Xuanyi nodded slightly.
Jiang Ci composed himself and reported the whole story of the battle at the Tianbao Upper Sect in detail.
His voice was steady, and his words were carefully chosen, but when he got to the key points, his tone still carried a hint of shock.
Hua Yunfeng broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.
He successfully completed the Seven Sufferings Severing Thoughts and stepped into the Nascent Soul stage.
The Holy Lord of the Great Snow Mountain personally appeared.
Chen Qing completely controlled the Heavenly Treasure Pagoda, unleashing the full power of the Heavenly Treasure, forcing the Holy Lord of the Great Snow Mountain to abandon his physical body and escape with his Nascent Soul.
Li Qingyu was executed.
The three First Great Lords of the Golden Court and the three Grandmasters of the Heavenly Star Alliance all perished.
One event after another, like thunderclaps, exploded in the secret cave.
"Hmm!?"
Yang Xuan frowned slightly when he heard that the Holy Lord of the Great Snow Mountain had personally taken action.
Upon hearing that Hua Yunfeng and Qi Ku had both appeared, his brows furrowed even more, and a heavy, turbulent emotion surged within his deep eyes.
Until Jiang Ci uttered the nine words, "Chen Qing has completely taken control of the Heavenly Treasure Pagoda"—Yang
Xuanyi abruptly stood up.
The milky-white mist above the stone platform was violently stirred by his sudden movement, spreading in all directions to reveal the entire platform.
"Is the news true?"
Yang Xuanyi's voice was low, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light, fixed intently on Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze, quickly clasping his hands in a fist salute, his voice becoming even more steady.
"Reporting to Ancestor, it is absolutely true!"
He paused, then continued.
"According to multiple sources, this was a scheme orchestrated by Jiang Lishan and Chen Qing to lure Li Qingyu out and kill him." "
Unexpectedly, the Holy Master of the Great Snow Mountain personally intervened. In my opinion, he wanted to extract information about Ling Xuance's whereabouts from Chen Qing and, incidentally, avenge the arrow wound inflicted on him by the Lingxiao Upper Sect."
Jiang Ci's expression became subtle as he said this.
"Unexpectedly—we've kicked a hornet's nest."
Feng Shuofang stood aside, his face still showing shock from the moment he heard the news.
He was a Grandmaster of the Spear Dao of the Taiyi Upper Sect, an eighth-level cultivator, who had roamed the Northern Cang region for many years. What storms hadn't he weathered?
Yet, at this moment, his heart was still churning with turmoil, unable to calm down for a long time.
This was understandable.
The news was simply too astonishing.
Hua Yunfeng had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and Qi Ku had entered the Nascent Soul stage. Two Nascent Soul realm cultivators simultaneously emerging from the Tianbao Upper Sect was enough to overturn the balance of power among the six major upper sects.
But even more terrifying was Chen Qing.
That young man, who hadn't even reached the Nascent Soul Realm, had actually gained complete control over a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure.
A brief silence fell over the secret realm.
Yang Xuanyi stood on the stone platform, milky-white mist slowly swirling around him, obscuring his face.
After a long while, he spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.
"Completely control a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure—"
he repeated these words softly, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Yang Xuanyi had been at the Nascent Soul Realm for many years and had studied the Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure of the Taiyi Sect for hundreds of years, yet he still hadn't fully mastered it.
A Grandmaster had actually accomplished what he hadn't.
Inconceivable.
"Tianbao Shangzong—"
Yang Xuanyi raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dome above the cave, looking northeast, towards the direction of Tianbao Shangzong.
"A flourishing fortune indeed."
His tone carried a hint of emotion.
Jiang Ci and Feng Shuofang, upon hearing these four words, also showed complex expressions.
Flourishing fortune.
These four words couldn't be more fitting for the current state of Tianbao Shangzong.
A genius sect leader capable of fully mastering the Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure, with two Nascent Soul Realm experts at its helm.
This strength was already showing signs of surpassing the Taiyi Shangzong.
Feng Shuofang took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said in a deep voice.
"This boy—he truly cannot be judged by ordinary standards.
From
killing Ling Xuance with four arrows in the battle at Lingxiao Shangzong, to severely injuring Jiang Lishan in the struggle for sect leader, and now completely controlling the Tianbao Pagoda and forcing back the Holy Lord of Daxue Mountain.
Every step Chen Qing takes is refreshing everyone's understanding.
" "Yes—"
Jiang Ci sighed.
That young man is simply too monstrous.
So young, yet already possessing such cultivation and such combat power.
The possibility of him breaking through to the Yuan Shen realm in the future is extremely high.
At that time, Tianbao Shangzong will truly have three Yuan Shen realm cultivators: Hua Yunfeng, Qi Ku, and Chen Qing.
Three Yuan Shen realm cultivators.
This number weighed heavily on Jiang Ci's heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Inside the secret place, the three were lost in thought and remained silent for a moment.
Suddenly, Yang Xuan spoke.
His voice was no longer calm, but carried a chilling coldness.
"This is a good opportunity for us."
Jiang Ci and Feng Shuofang looked up at the same time, their gazes falling on the ancestor.
Yang Xuanyi stood with his hands behind his back, a milky-white mist swirling around him.
"Prepare yourselves."
He paused, his voice carrying a chilling killing intent.
"Before that matter—our Taiyi Upper Sect will first target Jinting!"
Jiang Ci's heart skipped a beat, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
A fierce expression appeared on Feng Shuo's face.
Yang Xuanyi's gaze returned from the northeast to Jiang Ci's face.
"If Tianbao Upper Sect wants to become the leader of the six sects, then Chen Qing must first break through to the Nascent Soul stage."
He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes.
"Until then, our Taiyi Upper Sect will still be the leader of the six sects. This time, we will also demonstrate the strength of our leader."
Chen Qing, Hua Yunfeng—these are rivals.
But Daxueshan and Jinting are the Taiyi Upper Sect's mortal enemies for thousands of years.
Now that the Holy Lord of Daxueshan has his physical body destroyed and his Nascent Soul injured, and the eight divisions of Jinting are leaderless, this is a golden opportunity.
Such an opportunity is rare, perhaps only once in a thousand years.
If he didn't seize this opportunity, Yang Xuanyi wouldn't be worthy of being the pillar of the Taiyi Sect.
"Yes!"
Jiang Ci clasped his hands and bowed, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"This disciple will go and gather manpower now!"
He straightened up, his eyes gleaming.
The Tianbao Sect's display of power was over.
Now, it was the Taiyi Sect's turn.
This was the best opportunity to seize the benefits, and they absolutely couldn't let it slip by.
Yang Xuanyi nodded slightly and waved his hand.
Jiang Ci and Feng Shuofang bowed again, turned around, and strode away, their footsteps fading into the distance until they disappeared at the cave entrance.
Silence returned to the secret place.
Yang Xuanyi sat cross-legged on the stone platform, milky-white mist slowly gathering, obscuring his figure.
He raised his head and looked north.
There, stretched endless snow-capped mountains.
The direction of the Great Snow Mountain.
"Hundreds of years—"
Yang Xuanyi murmured to himself, his voice tinged with coldness.
"It's time to settle this score."
Deep within the imperial city of Yujing, in the rear garden.
Autumn sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Chrysanthemums bloomed in the imperial garden, golden and white, layer upon layer, their fragrance mingling with the scent of sandalwood, refreshing and invigorating.
Emperor Yan, Xu Yin, and his empress sat gracefully in a pavilion. Several plates of delicate pastries sat on a stone table, and a pot of tea steamed gently.
"Your Majesty has been busy with state affairs lately, it's rare to find such leisure,"
the empress said with a slight smile, pouring a cup of tea for Emperor Yan with elegant and composed movements.
"I had some new tea brought from the south a few days ago, Your Majesty, please try it."
Emperor Yan picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and nodded slightly.
"Not bad, fragrant and mellow, with a pleasant aftertaste."
"I'm glad Your Majesty likes it,"
the empress smiled radiantly, about to say something more, when she caught a glimpse of a figure walking briskly towards them from the far end of the corridor.
Eunuch Liu.
He walked very quickly, yet his steps were steady, though his usually smiling eyes now held a hint of seriousness.
The Emperor Yan noticed this and raised an eyebrow slightly. Eunuch
Liu hurried to the pavilion, bowed deeply, and spoke in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, the Marquis of Zhenbei, Huo Jingchen, and Tang Taixuan are requesting an audience outside the hall, saying they have important matters to report."
"Oh?"
The Emperor Yan put down his teacup, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
The Grand Commander of the Jingwu Guard, accompanied by two deputy commanders, all three requesting an audience at the same time?
This was a rare sight.
Seeing the Emperor Yan's slight change in expression, the Empress knew this was no small matter.
She rose and said softly,
"Your Majesty, I will go change my clothes first."
"No need."
The Emperor Yan waved his hand, his gaze falling on her face.
"The Marquis of Zhenbei is your elder brother, you may hear it."
The Empress nodded slightly, sat down again, but a hint of curiosity arose in her heart.
What could possibly be so important that it would warrant an audience with the three highest commanders of the Jingwu Guard?
"Let them in,"
Emperor Yan ordered.
"Yes."
Eunuch Liu bowed and withdrew quickly.
A short while later, three figures strode along the corridor.
The one in the lead was none other than the Marquis of Zhenbei, dressed in a black python robe, a long sword at his waist, his steps steady.
Behind him were Huo Jingchen and Tang Taixuan.
"We pay our respects to Your Majesty and Your Majesty the Empress."
The three bowed in unison.
"No need for formalities."
Emperor Yan raised his hand, his gaze sweeping over the three men's faces.
The Marquis of Zhenbei had commanded the Jingwu Guard for many years; what storms hadn't he weathered?
For him to show such an expression, it was no ordinary matter.
"What is it?"
Emperor Yan asked succinctly.
The Marquis of Zhenbei took a deep breath, straightened up, his voice low and solemn.
"Your Majesty, an urgent secret report has arrived from the Tianbao Sect."
"The Tianbao Sect?"
Emperor Yan frowned slightly, taking the report and glancing at it.
In that instant, his hand abruptly stopped. His
usually composed eyes suddenly surged with turbulent emotions.
"What!?"
Emperor Yan abruptly stood up, his movement so forceful that even the teacups on the stone table were overturned, spilling tea everywhere.
"Your Majesty?"
The Empress was startled; she had never seen her husband so distraught.
The Marquis of Zhenbei, Huo Jingchen, and Tang Taixuan stood with their heads bowed, not daring to look up.
Emperor Yan stared intently at the secret letter in his hand, reading each word three times over, as if afraid he might have misread it.
"The Great Snow Mountain of Jinting and the Heavenly Star Alliance joined forces to launch a surprise attack on the Heavenly Treasure Sect; the Holy Lord of the Great Snow Mountain personally appeared—Hua Yunfeng broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm, successfully completing the Seven Sufferings Severing Thoughts and entering the Nascent Soul Realm—Chen Qing completely controlled the Heavenly Treasure Pagoda, unleashing the full power of the Heavenly Treasure; the Holy Lord of the Great Snow Mountain's physical body was destroyed, and his Nascent Soul escaped—Li Qingyu was executed—Xuanming, the First Grand Lord of the Jinxuan Division, and three Grandmasters of the Heavenly Star Alliance all perished—"
Emperor Yan read each word aloud, his voice growing increasingly deep, the shock in his eyes growing stronger.
After he finished reading, the back garden fell into a deathly silence.
Even the rustling of the wind through the flowers could be clearly heard.
The Empress sat on a stone bench, her lips slightly parted, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.
She subconsciously looked at her elder brother, the Marquis of Zhenbei, who nodded slightly with a solemn expression, indicating that the report was true.
"Absolutely true,"
the Marquis of Zhenbei said in a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, this news came through three secret orders and different channels. The information from the Jingwu Guard's mole in Tianbao City, the spies lurking around the Tianbao Upper Sect, and a secret agent within the Tianbao Upper Sect all match perfectly."
He paused, his voice becoming increasingly solemn.
"I have verified it repeatedly."
The Emperor Yan slowly sat back down on the stone bench, read the secret letter in his hand again, and then put it down.
But his eyes still churned with an unquenchable turmoil.
"Hua Yun Peak—Seven Sufferings—Two Yuan Shen Realm cultivators—"
the Emperor Yan murmured to himself.
Yuan Shen Realm.
That was an existence standing at the pinnacle of the Northern Cang, a power capable of changing the landscape of a nation.
And the Tianbao Upper Sect, in a single day, had two Yuan Shen Realm cultivators.
Not only that, but there was also Chen Qing, the genius who could control the Tongtian Spiritual Treasure.
"Chen Qing—"
The Empress finally spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of disorientation, "That—young man who's on good terms with Xu Min?"
She had intended to say "hooked up," but changed her words at the last second.
"It's him."
The Marquis of Zhenbei nodded, glancing at his sister.
The Empress pursed her lips, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
Her impression of Chen Qing was still that of the young man who had disrespected her at that banquet.
The Empress was the Empress of Yan, and she was no stranger to martial arts.
She knew all too well the weight of the phrase "completely control the Heavenly Treasure."
Each Heavenly Treasure was a supreme treasure passed down for thousands of years.
Ordinary grandmasters could not control its power even in their entire lives, and even for a Nascent Soul Realm expert, complete control was by no means easy.
Yet Chen Qing had actually done it.
The Empress took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and turned to look at the Emperor of Yan.
The Emperor of Yan looked into the distance, lost in thought.
Eunuch Liu and Eunuch Hua stood to the side, their faces equally filled with shock.
Eunuch Hua's face turned pale, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"The格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure) of the Six Sects—is about to change."
Eunuch Liu sighed inwardly, "Even the格局 (geju) of the Yan Kingdom—is about to change."
The Tianbao Upper Sect was originally ranked in the upper-middle range among the Six Great Upper Sects, neither the best nor the worst.
But after today, everything is different.
With two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in charge, and a genius sect leader who can completely control the Tongtian Spiritual Treasure leading the sect, this strength is enough to crush any of the other five Great Upper Sects.
Even the Taiyi Upper Sect will be surpassed.
"Tianbao Upper—Chen Qing—"
The Yan Emperor's voice regained its composure, "You continue to gather intelligence, I need more detailed information."
"Yes!"
Marquis Zhenbei, Huo Jingchen, and Tang Taixuan clasped their fists in unison.
"And one more thing."
The Yan Emperor's gaze swept over the three of them. "We cannot relax our efforts on the Tianxing Alliance either.
The格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure) of the Thousand Reefs Sea has changed. When it is time for the court to act, we cannot hesitate .
"
"We understand."
Marquis Zhenbei replied in a deep voice.
The Emperor of Yan waved his hand.
"Go and get busy."
The three bowed again, then left the pavilion and walked quickly along the corridor, their footsteps fading into the distance.
The back garden returned to tranquility.
The chrysanthemums were still in full bloom, but the atmosphere was completely different from before.
After a long while, Emperor Yan stood up.
"I'm going to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion."
He straightened his robes, strode out of the pavilion, and quickly left along the corridor.
Once out of the back garden, he dismissed his attendants, his true energy surged beneath his feet, and he rose into the air.
He didn't take the palace path, nor did he ride the imperial carriage; instead, he soared directly into the air, transforming into a faint golden streak of light, shooting towards the back mountain of the imperial city.
The autumn wind howled, causing his robes to flutter.
In just a few dozen breaths, Emperor Yan's figure had already landed at the foot of the mountain where the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion was located.
Seeing Emperor Yan arrive, the old servant bowed slightly but remained silent.
Emperor Yan nodded, straightened his clothes, and stepped onto the stone steps.
In just a few dozen breaths, he was already standing on the summit.
The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion stood atop the summit, a three-story pavilion, its copper bells on the eaves swaying gently in the wind, emitting a crisp sound.
Emperor Yan took a deep breath, walked to the door, and bowed respectfully.
"Nephew Xu Yin greets Imperial Uncle."
After several dozen breaths, an aged voice came from inside the building.
"Come in."
Emperor Yan pushed open the door and entered.
On the prayer mat, Xu Yan sat cross-legged, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face.
In front of him, the sword he had brought back from outside lay horizontally on his lap.
Xu Yan raised his head, his gaze falling on Emperor Yan's face.
His deep, abyss-like eyes still held a hint of sharpness, as if he had just experienced a great battle.
"Imperial Uncle."
Emperor Yan bowed respectfully and sat down on the prayer mat on the other side of the low table.
"Speak."
Xu Yan's gaze had already taken in Emperor Yan's expression.
His nephew, who had ruled the Yan Kingdom for many years, had long since developed a composure that remained unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.
What could make him show such an expression was no ordinary matter.
Emperor Yan took a deep breath and recounted the news from the Tianbao Upper Sect in detail.
Xu Yan's expression changed slightly upon hearing that Chen Qing had used the Heavenly Treasure Pagoda to force back the Great Snow Mountain Saint Lord.
"Chen Qing has completely taken control of the Heavenly Treasure Pagoda!?"
Although he was surprised by Hua Yunfeng and Qi Ku's breakthroughs to the Nascent Soul stage, he could still suppress his emotions. However, Chen Qing's complete control of the Heavenly Treasure Pagoda stirred his heart.
The Yan Emperor nodded without speaking.
A complex light flashed in Xu Yan's eyes.
He had lived for over six hundred years, witnessing too many geniuses and too many falls.
But this young man, Chen Qing, had repeatedly refreshed his understanding.
"Good."
Xu Yan suddenly laughed, his laughter echoing in the small pavilion, making the window frames vibrate.
"Good! Very good!"
The Yan Emperor looked at the smile on his uncle's face, his heart stirring slightly.
"Uncle, do you think—this is a good thing?"
"If it were before, it might not have been a good thing."
Xu Yan's smile faded, his gaze falling on the Yan Emperor's face, his voice deepening.
"But now, it is an immensely good thing."
The Yan Emperor's heart tightened, keenly catching the deeper meaning in his uncle's words.
"Does Your Majesty mean—the Night Clan?"
He lowered his voice, asking the name that had troubled him day and night.
Xu Yan didn't answer immediately, but instead picked up the sword from his lap, its blade gleaming coldly in the golden light.
"Several dozen days ago, Yang Xuanyi of the Taiyi Sect discovered the Night Clan's movements."
Xu Yan spoke slowly, his voice calm.
"He detected the aura of a Night Clan Nascent Soul Realm expert near the restrictions of the Polar Night Land."
The Yan Emperor's expression changed slightly, but he remained silent, listening quietly.
"After receiving his message, I immediately set off to join him and investigate further."
Xu Yan paused, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
"We fought with that Night Clan Nascent Soul Realm expert."
"How did it go?"
The Yan Emperor asked hurriedly.
After the Great Snow Mountain Saint Lord was severely injured, the Night Clan became the greatest threat to the Yan Kingdom.
It could even be said that the Night Clan was the true mortal enemy of the Northern Cang Kingdom.
The Golden Court and the Great Snow Mountain were merely internal conflicts within the Northern Cang Kingdom.
But the Night Clan was different.
Those were alien races from the Land of Polar Night, mortal enemies who had sought to conquer the Northern Cang for thousands of years.
Once the Night Clan's restrictions collapsed, the entire Northern Cang would face annihilation.
"This is not good."
Xu Yan shook his head, his voice extremely low.
"Yang Xuan and I joined forces to fight that Night Clan's Nascent Soul, but we didn't gain the slightest advantage."
He paused, his voice growing even heavier.
"That Night Clan Nascent Soul's cultivation is no less than mine, and the baleful aura he cultivates is unpredictable. Both Yang Xuan and I had our true essence suppressed before him."
Emperor Yan's brows furrowed even more deeply.
Xu Yan was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, and so was Yang Xuan.
Two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators joining forces, yet they didn't gain any advantage?
Just how strong was that Night Clan Nascent Soul?
"Not only that,"
Xu Yan continued, his voice carrying a hint of apprehension he himself didn't realize.
"Yang Xuan and I also detected the auras of many Night Clan experts near the restrictions."
"How many?"
Emperor Yan pressed.
Xu Yan paused for a moment, then slowly uttered a few words.
"At least—there's another Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. This person's cultivation is at least at the third level of the Nascent Soul Realm, perhaps even the fourth level."
The moment these words fell, the air in the pavilion seemed to freeze.
Emperor Yan gasped.
The fourth level of the Nascent Soul Realm!?
"This person—is right next to the restriction."
Xu Yan's voice continued, each word like a boulder pressing down on Emperor Yan's heart.
"I can sense that they are trying to break the restriction."
"Once the barrier is broken, the Night Clan will unleash their full power—"
Xu Yan didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was crystal clear.
Once the barrier was broken, the Night Clan would unleash their full power, and Northern Cang would be finished.
Emperor Yan sat on the futon, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and asked,
"Uncle, how long can that barrier—hold on?"
Xu Yan shook his head, a heavy look flashing in his eyes.
"I don't know."
"That barrier was set up by our ancestors, and after thousands of years, it has become increasingly weak."
"Perhaps it can hold for several years, perhaps—several months, perhaps—as early as tomorrow."
"No one knows."
The pavilion fell into a deathly silence.
Outside the window, the mountain wind blew, and the copper bells on the eaves rang crisply, the sound carrying a hint of desolation at this moment.
After a long while, Emperor Yan spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Uncle, is there any countermeasure?"
Xu Yan raised his head, his gaze passing through the window lattice, looking northeast, towards the direction of the Heavenly Treasure Upper Sect.
"Yes."
The voice was steady and firm.
"Summon all Nascent Soul Realm experts from Northern Cang and send them to the Night Clan's forbidden area."
"We must stop them."
Emperor Yan's heart trembled, and he instantly understood his uncle's intention.
If the Night Clan's forbidden area collapsed, Northern Cang would face annihilation.
And to stop the Night Clan, Xu Yan and Yang Xuanyi alone were far from enough.
They needed more Nascent Soul Realm experts.
The results of the battle at the Tianbao Upper Sect spread throughout Northern Cang at an astonishing speed.
Lingxiao Upper Sect, Yunshui Upper Sect, Ziyang Upper Sect, Jiuli City, the Buddhist Kingdom—almost simultaneously, similar secret reports appeared on the desks of various forces.
Hua Yunfeng broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm.
The Seven Sufferings Severing Thoughts was successful, and he stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm.
Chen Qing completely controlled the Tianbao Pagoda, suppressing it with a single blow, forcing the Great Snow Mountain Saint Lord to abandon his physical body and escape with his Nascent Soul.
One event after another, like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirred up a thousand waves.
The landscape of the six major upper sects was completely rewritten on this day.
The old order of the Taiyi Sect's dominance had not yet collapsed, but the Tianbao Sect had risen with unstoppable momentum, seemingly possessing the qualifications to rival that behemoth.
In the Buddhist Kingdom, what shook people most was not the thousand-foot mountain that descended from the sky, but Qi Ku.
Qi Ku's successful severing of his thoughts meant that Buddhism had gained a Vajra at the Nascent Soul Realm.
Those old monks who had lamented Qi Ku's departure from Buddhism, those fellow disciples who had secretly accused him of deviating from the Buddhist path, were now all silent.
Within the Great Sumeru Temple, the bell tolled nine times.
The Buddhist Kingdom trembled.
A single move had far-reaching consequences.
The Golden Court suffered severe damage; two followers died, a Ninth-Rank Grandmaster perished, and even the Holy Lord himself had his physical body destroyed and his Nascent Soul injured.
The Heavenly Star Alliance was leaderless; all three Grandmasters had died at the Tianbao Sect, and the landscape of the Thousand Reefs Sea had been completely overturned.
And the real storm had only just begun.
P.S.: I'm going to the hospital tomorrow, so updates will be a little late. I'll try my best to be on time!
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