The Supreme Heavenly Palace Realm (Cultivation) – The Cleansing Dust Formation rises, “Ranked among the Immortals…”
Yan Huanyue sealed the wisp of wind that Pei Xuanzhi had given her in her sleeve.
After passing the stone wall, we arrived at the stone pond and looked at the red python floating in the pond.
The python was as thick as a bucket, and the outline of a human could be faintly seen inside its belly.
Fu Yinhuan was originally so thin from hunger that he was emaciated, but because he was tall and had a large frame, he looked quite creepy inside the snake's belly.
Yan Huanyue was about to leave, but after standing by the pool for a moment, she quickly set up an array to suppress the snake corpse under the water.
After leaving the small stone chamber, she followed the secret passage that Pei Xuanzhi had led her through, heading back to the place where the succubus had taken her.
But she couldn't find her way. She just wandered around in the darkness, but no matter how she wandered, she always ended up back where she started.
She then asked Pei Xuanzhi, who was sitting in the corner with his eyes downcast, his long eyelashes casting two shadows on his pale face.
He didn't look at her, his tone was very cold: "I could have used the soul mist to guide you, but you refused to let me go."
Yan Huanyue walked to his side, lifted her skirt and knelt in front of him, saying, "Don't keep me in suspense."
Pei Xuanzhi said in a lukewarm tone, "Then take a wisp of soul mist."
Yan Huanyue was at a loss for what to do, and didn't want to forcibly extract his soul mist, so she simply said, "I'll let you off the hook a little, but don't go too far."
Pei Xuanzhi kept his head down and didn't say anything.
Yan Huanyue slightly untied a talisman, and a little golden fox darted out from his chest, listlessly leaping into her arms and curling up.
Yan Huanyue resealed the talisman and carried the golden fox out of the black box.
The little golden fox was too small. Although it had roamed all over Tianyan Mountain, Yan Huanyue was still afraid that it would get tired, so she didn't let it run on the ground to lead the way.
She carried it into the dark passage, stroked its fluffy head, and whispered, "My good kitty, meow once when you turn right, and meow twice when you turn left."
The little golden raccoon seemed a bit down. It rubbed against her hand, lazily swished its tail, and let out a soft "Awoo!" as if in response to her words.
Following the cat's directions, Yan Huanyue walked out and returned to the bottom of the chasm.
In the north, the days are short, and it is already nighttime with snow falling in the cold forests.
The surrounding area was completely silent, and it was impossible to tell what time it was.
Yan Huanyue put the golden cat back into the wooden box and fed Pei Xuanzhi some food and water.
I wanted to say a few words to him, but he would only respond with half a sentence after I said three sentences, and would just say "hmm" when I asked him anything.
Then he leaned against the wall and just watched her silently.
Yan Huanyue couldn't help but feel annoyed. She thought he had been hiding something, but he was only locked up for a short while, yet he was already angry.
Just then, she suddenly remembered something, leaned closer to examine his thin face, and whispered, "Xuanlang, it's snowing again. Do you still remember the fox lantern you painted in Chang'an?"
She was so close that her warm breath touched his face, causing a slight ripple in his calm expression.
Yan Huanyue sighed softly, her eyes filled with longing. "That was the first time we went out together. We even sat on a painted boat for a long time. Do you think there might be a miracle, that you suddenly regained your memory and remembered the past?"
Pei Xuanzhi pressed his thin lips together, staring intently at her.
After a long silence, he said coolly, "I also thought it was just the two of us, but was it really just the two of us back then?"
Yan Huanyue's expression changed instantly. "You really didn't lose your memory."
Pei Xuanzhi didn't answer her, but glanced into the distance and asked, "What is that?"
Yan Huanyue followed his gaze but didn't see anything at first.
But when she walked over and squatted down to take a closer look, she saw a golden-white color.
She picked it up; it was an earring.
Too much time had passed for Yan Huanyue to recall where the earring came from or whose it belonged to. She vaguely remembered, "I've never seen this before..."
Pei Xuanzhi's emotions froze for a moment.
He had anticipated a thousand different answers from her, but he never expected her to say that she had never seen such a thing before.
"Never seen it before? I gave it to you, have you forgotten? You wore it for half a day and then lost one. Did you never care about it, or were you too focused on the person in front of you back then?"
Yan Huanyue gradually recalled that Fu Yinhuan had bitten off one of her earrings.
It was such a small thing that she didn't take it to heart at all.
In that sense, it seems she shouldn't have forgotten what he gave her, but he shouldn't have pretended to have amnesia either.
Yan Huanyue turned her head and said, "It was my fault for forgetting what you gave me, but was it wrong for me to value you? If we're talking about things, then I will always keep you in my heart."
Her unwavering words left Pei Xuan speechless for a moment.
He stared at her blankly, his thin lips slightly parted, unable to say anything, but a light blush quickly spread across his cheeks.
Realizing he might be blushing, he awkwardly looked away, his face stern, and said in a cold voice, "You... don't think you can fool me so easily if you haven't explained things clearly."
Yan Huanyue put the earring away and patted his head. "You weren't angry when this earring was lost, were you? Alright, if Senior Wei admits to taking care of you, I'll let you go as soon as possible."
After saying that, he took out the wooden box, put it away, concealed his presence, and quietly ascended up the mountain wall to the north.
Having only gone halfway, I saw the cloud lights below me like stars, peeking out faintly from the shadows of the cold forest.
She had just realized that it must be people from the sect and the demon race when she quickly felt that something was targeting her.
Who intends to escape?
Yan Huanyue floated in mid-air with one hand forming a hand seal and replied, "Fellow Daoist, please don't be offended. I am Yan Huanyue, a disciple of the Tianyan Sect."
"Is it Fellow Daoist Yan?"
Yan Huanyue made a hand seal and floated down, her skirt brushing away the snow accumulated on the branches, which fluttered and scattered softly.
Immediately, several disciples from surrounding sects, clad in snow and holding lanterns, gathered around, exclaiming joyfully:
“We just finished fighting off the evil cultivators’ corpse demons and came here to find the three of you. We found Fellow Daoist Tan and also saw Fellow Daoist Xu Lan’s body. Fellow Daoist Tan said that you went after the remnants of the evil cultivators and have disappeared without a trace. We are very worried.”
Yan Huanyue made a hand seal and bowed, saying, "Thank you, fellow Daoists. There are indeed a large number of heretical cultivators lingering in the mountain palace and underground palace. They are treacherous and cunning. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, it is best if we do not stay here for the time being."
Someone said, "Those heretical cultivators are nothing to fear, fellow Daoist, there is no need to worry so much."
Yan Huanyue said, "I have heard that they have a killing formation to prepare for you seniors. As long as we do not cross the natural barrier to the south, we are nothing in their eyes. It would be better to first reach the north bank and inform you seniors."
The disciples who had come looking for the person looked at each other in bewilderment.
Indeed, as long as they don't go to the south bank, it doesn't matter if they search for people even under the chasm. As soon as they get close to the south bank, an endless horde of zombies will suddenly appear from nowhere to block their way.
Dealing with these zombie hordes might not be a big deal for the sect disciples who had just experienced the Demon Slaughter War, but there was a subtle threat helping the zombie hordes hinder their progress.
The group ultimately decided to go to the north bank first. Although the news had already reached the seniors who were still dealing with the aftermath at the Demon Palace in Tengzhou, the news brought back by Yan Huanyue also needed to be spread as soon as possible.
Only after everyone reached the north bank did they release the communication talismans, and then, for safety, they sent someone else to relay the message.
Less than half a day after the news spread, Yan Huanyue was sweeping the snow and sitting on a large rock, talking to everyone about the mountain palace and underground palace, when she suddenly felt a dazzling light around her, awe-inspiring divine power, colorful mist swirling around her, and a faint fragrance.
Under the polar night in the north, cherry blossoms fall like snow, and flowers fly from the sky.
The rosy clouds and mist shone brightly, and she watched as a radiant, colorful bird, carried by auspicious clouds, swept past her.
It gives you the illusion of being in a celestial palace.
She looked in the direction everyone around her was looking, then suddenly turned around and looked at the south bank of the natural barrier.
Countless magnificent palaces and pavilions were arranged at varying heights, scattered among the buildings, resembling countless mountains.
All that's needed is endless flying blossoms, rosy clouds and auspicious mists, and a clear, bright dawn.
On the most central, vast palace pavilion, five large golden characters are written in a flowing, dragon-and-phoenix style: "Supreme Heavenly Palace Realm".
Amidst auspicious clouds to the east of the central palace, floats a magnificent white jade palace complex, with a wide white jade staircase extending from its phoenix gate.
The jade steps are surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds and rare and fragrant herbs, stretching from the white jade palace to the north bank of the natural barrier. Dragons and phoenixes often linger there, and white cranes sing their clear songs.
Thousands of palaces and halls opened their doors, filled with the fragrance of jade and the faint sound of celestial music.
"Bai Yujing..."
One of the disciples suddenly burst into laughter: "We have rendered meritorious service in slaying demons and have gained access to the heavens and earth. The jade steps welcome us; let us not fail the grace of heaven!"
As he spoke, he was about to rush up the jade steps.
Yan Huanyue grabbed him, but he dragged her half a mile away.
It was only then that she realized why Yun Xuanchen looked down on them, the disciples of the sect.
Because many more members of the sect, like this disciple, rushed toward the jade steps with eager anticipation.
Colorful mist obscures the eyes, and the fragrance of jade shrouds the head. The magnificent and grand celestial palace, Luan Dian, is right before one's eyes, and the path to immortality and enlightenment is also within reach.
Yan Huanyue was swept up into the crowd of longing faces. She leaped out, but was pulled back down by a fellow disciple.
The senior brother seemed to have gone mad, gripping her hand tightly and saying excitedly, "Junior Sister Yan, silly child, the Heavenly Palace is right in front of us, where else are you going? Come on, let's all become immortals!"
"Senior brother, wake up!"
Yan Huanyue struggled to break free, forming a hand seal to create a barrier that blocked everyone, and said sternly, "This is probably Yun Xuanchen's Cleansing Dust Formation. This is not the path to immortality, but a dead end!"
Suddenly someone shouted back, "Then why did we all see the Heavenly Palace, but you thought it was a dead end? Do you want to become an immortal yourself, but you're lying to us not to step into the Heavenly Palace?"
Yan Huanyue didn't know why she wasn't bewitched by the colorful light and fragrant mist; she simply flew down to the jade steps.
"I am here, and you all are watching. The sect leader and other seniors have not returned, and a heavenly palace has appeared out of nowhere. Fellow Daoists, please do not be deceived by them."
Tan Guiyi stood amidst the enthusiastic crowd, her eyes also fixed eagerly on the magnificent, seemingly endless cluster of buildings in the distance.
But her gaze was clear and resolute; amidst the dazzling brilliance, an unyielding ambition burned in her eyes.
Yan Huanyue erected a protective barrier and threw out the Cleansing Heart Mantra, but the flying flowers still drifted over, and the ethereal celestial music disturbed people's hearts.
Even a disciple with a higher cultivation level broke her barrier with a little effort.
Everyone rushed towards the jade steps. Yan Huanyue drew her sword, stood before the steps with one hand forming a hand seal, and shouted, "You have all rendered meritorious service in slaying demons. You must not die so humiliatingly!"
Someone shouted, "Yan Huanyue! What exactly do you want! You are no match for us. If you insist on not giving way, then don't blame us for being ruthless!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than several sword energies shot toward her with chilling force.
Yan Huanyue raised her sword and shattered the sword energy, but the pressure of an array directly pushed her up the white jade steps.
"I think Fellow Daoist Yan is under the spell of the demons. He is currently suffering from poison and cannot see clearly what is real. We are all friends heading north, so why don't we take Fellow Daoist Yan with us to the Heavenly Palace?"
Yan Huanyue never imagined that the method they used to overcome the natural barrier formation to fight against the demons would one day be used on her.
They did not engage her in combat. Several array cultivators stepped forward, activated the array, and pushed her up several more steps.
Enraged, Yan Huanyue turned to look at the magnificent palace, made a hand seal, raised her horizontal sword, and flew directly to the highest and most central hall, knocking down the jade plaque inscribed with "Supreme Heavenly Palace Realm" with a single strike.
With a powerful stomp, he shattered the white jade steps beneath his feet.
But soon the jade plaque still hung high, and the jade steps remained intact. Her anger and killing intent, beneath this vast Liantian Palace, were like an ant trying to shake a tree.
What kind of miraculous method did Yun Xuanchen obtain to be able to manifest such a magnificent scene?
She recalled her sword, flipped herself into the air, and slashed down with both hands. The magic array that was pushing her back trembled slightly, and the fine cracks were quickly repaired by the array cultivators.
In a short while, she was pushed to the center of the jade steps. Looking down, she saw that outside the jade steps, the air was filled with the glow of jade smoke, peaceful and serene.
The vast chasm was shrouded in endless, swirling clouds, truly making one feel as if they were standing high in the heavens.
Just as Yan Huanyue was about to raise her sword to slash at the formation again, a white crane appeared out of nowhere and swooped down from the sky, instantly carrying her into the sky above Baiyujing.
Yan Huanyue raised her knife and severed the white crane's slender neck. Ignoring the blood, she turned and flew towards the jade steps.
But beyond the Jade Capital, the vast expanse of smoke and clouds stretched as far as the eye could see. With one hand forming a hand seal and the other holding a knife, she drifted alone amidst the swirling smoke, searching everywhere, but had lost her way.
After a long while, a distant chime sounded, followed by the sound of drums.
After the drums sounded, there was a three-breath pause, then the celestial official proclaimed the decree, his jade voice echoing throughout the heavens, saying:
"The virtuous ones have rendered meritorious service in vanquishing demons and have brought honor to the world. They are now promoted to ascend to heaven, receive the Heavenly Register, and are ranked among the immortals according to their merits."
As Yan Huanyue looked in the direction of the sound, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure drifting by. Turning her head, she saw two children in colorful clothes holding up a five-colored canopy, escorting a man in a cloud-like robe as he walked towards her.
The man, surrounded by a faint auspicious light, laughed from afar, "Fellow immortal, how did you end up here? I have come to guide you. The Jade Emperor has bestowed upon you merits; why don't you quickly follow me to the palace to receive your investiture?"
Yan Huanyue frowned, looking at his auspicious aura that was tinged with blood. Without saying a word, she seized the opportunity and directly attacked with her knife, leaping forward and killing three people.
The man in the rosy robes stared at her in shock as he died, blood gushing from his mouth, muttering, "Why...why..."
Yan Huanyue snatched the blood-stained banner from the two headless children, hoisted the five-colored banner onto her shoulder with one hand, and flew straight into the depths of the misty clouds with her other hand holding a horizontal sword.
Upon reaching the central hall with the plaque "Supreme Hall," one can see thousands of Chang'e, jade maidens, immortal lords, and deities, holding rare flowers, precious herbs, and precious lamps and incense burners, standing in a line before the hall, smiling and welcoming the disciples of various sects and demon cultivators, guiding them into the Supreme Hall, amidst a shower of flying flowers and golden clouds.
Yan Huanyue threw the blood-stained banner away, and the banner's long staff suddenly embedded itself in the "Supreme Hall" plaque. All the immortals and demons looked up at the plaque, then quickly turned around to look at her standing in the air.
"Nonsense!"
A senior sister from the Tianyan Sect said, "Baoying, this is the Heavenly Palace Sacred Realm. You can't fool around here. Come here quickly!"
He then said to the guiding angel beside him, "Please forgive me, angel. My junior sister is young and playful. She is new to the Heavenly Palace and has been impolite."
The angel in the rosy robes laughed and said, "It's alright, it's alright."
The immortals seemed oblivious to the bloodstains dripping from the banner, and instead addressed Yan Huanyue, saying, "Fellow immortal, why hesitate? Why don't you hurry up to the hall to receive your investiture?"
Yan Huanyue glanced at the thousands of immortals, made a quick estimate in her mind, and suddenly raised her horizontal sword, unleashing several sword gusts.
After a gust of wind, blood and flesh flew and swirled along with the sky flowers, instantly killing forty or fifty immortals who were closest to her.
Yan Huanyue, her robes stained with blood, stood in mid-air, her hair and robes fluttering, and said loudly:
"Fellow Daoists, please look closely. If these are immortals in this evil realm, why are they all as fragile as lanterns? I, Yan Huanyue, am no match for you all, so why can I so easily kill these immortals?"
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. The group of immortals seemed to disregard their deceased friend, and simply urged, "The auspicious hour is approaching, why don't you all hurry and receive your titles?"
The people in the world, who had just regained some clarity, turned around again and hurriedly followed them toward the main hall.
Unsure whether the situation would be irreversible once she entered the main hall to receive her investiture, Yan Huanyue's anxiety and impatience led to a sudden surge of uncontrollable anger within her.
She released her innate spiritual energy directly towards everyone, gripped the horizontal sword with her left hand, and slashed it sharply, then raised her hand to scatter the blood among them.
She didn't know if this would work, but she used every possible way she could think of to avoid being misled.
Then, he completely released his divine soul, allowing the death energy that had imprisoned him to dissipate in an instant. Jiao Gu, within his divine soul, tiptoed onto the immortal cauldron and clapped and danced with joy.
Suddenly, within a radius of ten miles of the Supreme Palace, spiritual energy and death energy intertwined, blood energy permeated the area, and the long-suppressed madness silently began to emanate.
Yan Huanyue had a splitting headache, and the veins on her temples were bulging. Her eyes were dark, and countless blood vessels made her clear black and white eyes appear even darker.
She lowered her eyes and swallowed a pill, then raised her crimson eyes, drew her sword, and charged at the immortals.
With a swift stroke, the knife fell, and blood surged forth.
But suddenly, everything returned to normal.
She drifted to a place even further away from the Supreme Palace.
Looking out over the Supreme Hall, it is still bathed in auspicious light and orderly.
She was covered in blood from the fighting, yet it was as if she had never been there.
Yan Huanyue was somewhat annoyed. The unbearable headache made her feel incredibly invigorated, and she was showing signs of losing control. She quickly took a few pills to suppress it.
He then drew his sword and charged toward the Supreme Palace, only to have his vision obscured by a cloud of clouds.
After the clouds dispersed, all that could be seen was a vast, boundless sea of clouds, and the tall, majestic palaces were no longer visible.
Suddenly, someone behind him said, "Why be so obsessed?"
The voice sounded familiar; it was like the voice of the eldest son when I overheard the conversation between the Yun family father and son in the underground palace's waterway.
Yan Huanyue turned around and saw a young man in a blue robe and jeweled belt, followed by several young men, walking on clouds towards her.
Yan Huanyue gripped her sword and looked up, coldly staring at the other party. "Yun Clan, you've shown yourself."
Yun Ruoqing smiled calmly, "For you, causing me to show myself is not a good thing. Being properly ennobled, conforming to the way of heaven, and becoming a god and receiving worship will not do you any harm."
Yan Huanyue narrowed her eyes slightly, "Creating the world?"
Yun Ruoqing ignored her, and instead winked at the person next to her.
The person next to Yun Ruoqing suddenly raised their sleeve and threw a black net at her, but Yan Huanyue quickly rolled away to dodge it.
Unexpectedly, countless ghostly figures suddenly flew out from the net, covering the sky and pressing down, trying to capture her.
Yan Huanyue unleashed several sword gusts to annihilate the ghostly shadows, and then instantly fled several miles away. When she turned around, she saw Yun Ruoqing standing right behind her, with one hand already on her left shoulder.
Yan Huanyue swung her knife at him, but Yun Ruoqing flipped over and landed in front of her, grabbing her right wrist with one hand and forming a claw with the other, reaching for her neck.
Yan Huanyue turned her head, lifted her leg, hooked her toes around his lower back, and pulled him forward sharply.
As he slammed towards her, she swiftly leaped upwards, delivering a powerful kick to his back, followed by a sharp kick to his right arm that was gripping her hand, nearly crippling him.
Yun Ruoqing flipped over and stood up, grabbed her wrist and threw her aside. Yan Huanyue saw that what awaited her in front of her was the evil net, and countless ghostly figures were already attacking her.
She suddenly flipped in the air and was about to run again when Yun Ruoqing leaped up, grabbed one of her ankles, and forcefully flung her towards the evil net.
Yan Huanyue hooked her other foot around the back of his neck, and with a whistling sound, she thrust her horizontal sword straight toward his heart.
Yun Ruoqing released her, flipped over to dodge, and smiled coldly, "A treacherous and cunning person."
After saying that, he drew a blood-red longsword from the back of his neck, made a sword incantation with one hand, and leaped forward to stab Yan Huanyue between the eyebrows.
Yan Huanyue raised her knife to block, but the force of his attack made her forearm slightly numb. She flipped over and stood behind Yun Ruoqing, and the evil cultivators dared not release their nets at Yun Ruoqing.
Yan Huanyue glanced at him disdainfully and said, "Yun Clan, you are more resilient than those immortals."
Yun Ruoqing's eyes flashed, and she disappeared in an instant. The next moment, she was behind her, grabbed her neck, and sneered, "You are not as resilient as the sect's prodigies."
Ignoring the sudden suffocation and the throbbing headache that made her feel numb, Yan Huanyue instantly drew her knife and stabbed behind her.
Yun Ruoqing twisted her waist, and the horizontal blade slashed halfway around his lean waist without piercing him.
The blood-red longsword in his hand was held horizontally against Yan Huanyue's abdomen. He curled his lips and whispered in her ear, "Be careful, if you move around again, you'll get hurt."
Several evil cultivators seized the opportunity to trap Yan Huanyue.
Just then, Yan Huanyue suddenly heard someone say, "Big brother, you have great skills."
She turned her head and saw the second young master she had seen before, dressed in plain clothes, holding a bamboo flute and standing leisurely among the clouds.
Yun Ruoqing sheathed her blood sword and ignored Yun Ruofan, only glancing sideways at Yan Huanyue, "I heard that you went to the underground attic of Tingnan's dark mansion that night? You must have seen my Sanlang."
Yan Huanyue lowered her eyes, the bloodshot veins in her eyes continuing to spread. "With so many people, who can tell who is who? All we know is that those four warriors were going to break through the sect's formation to let someone out. So many dead people, and the Third Young Master is nowhere to be seen, so he must have escaped."
Yun Ruoqing said, "But he still hasn't come back."
Yan Huanyue said expressionlessly, "He was wanted by the sect before, and Yun Xuanchen still entrusted him with the Tingnan Dark Mansion, so he must have doted on him a lot. He lost the entire Yun family's power in Tingnan and escaped back. I wonder what Yun Xuanchen will give him next. And who knows if he was killed by you, his older brother, on his way back?"
Several heretical cultivators immediately rebuked, "How dare you spout such nonsense and slander!"
Yun Ruoqing was clearly surprised. "How could you think such a thing? Where did you come from? I'm afraid I'm not as bad as you."
Yan Huanyue kept her eyes down and said, "That's true. As long as you throw mud at me, aren't you still your father's good son?"
She could speak without regard for truth or falsehood, leaving people speechless. Yun Ruoqing regretted engaging with her and raised her hand, saying, "Take her back."
While Yan Huanyue was in the net, she felt that all she could hear was the sound of ghosts wailing. One wave after another, without any discernible pattern, the sound would always be calm for a while, then suddenly stop when she thought it would continue, and then suddenly start wailing again at an unexpected time, making her headache, which was already caused by releasing death energy, even worse.
Yun Ruoqing took her back to the underground palace and temporarily put her in a small stone chamber. She was forced to sit inside with her head down, which made her headache even more unbearable.
The intermittent wailing of ghosts in her ears made her feel as if her soul was being disturbed. Even while chanting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, she still couldn't help but gag.
A faint rustling sound came from her sleeve, which made her even more agitated.
Yan Huanyue's eyes were filled with stars. She remembered that this seemed to be something Pei Xuanzhi had given her. She thought that even if he was a member of the Yun family, she was now in the hands of the Yun family, so there was nothing to worry about.
He then immediately lifted the restriction and released the item from his sleeve.
It was a cool breeze that wafted around her curled-up body, and the wailing of ghosts completely disappeared.
Yan Huanyue raised her hand and pounded her head hard, which made her feel a little better.
She stretched out a hand and felt the wisp of wind stop in her palm; the ghostly energy and restrictions on the evil net seemed to dissipate.
He was indeed helping her.
But this thing can actually devour ghost energy, what exactly is it?
but......
She made a hand seal and sensed the talisman she had once placed beneath the Nine Heavens Palace, which was not far from here.
She could estimate the location of the underground waterway based on the position of the talisman. If she could be quick, she could break through the ground and run out along the waterway.
Yan Huanyue thought for a moment. If something happened to her, and Xuanzhi was still locked in the black box, and no one found him, then he would only have one way out: death.
However, if he were released, when Yun Ruoqing and the others brought her down, they went directly from the clouds to the bottom of the chasm.
She didn't know what the situation was like outside. If she let him out, would he also be affected by the sounds, colors, and smells of that evil place?
With his stubborn temper, if he insists on going to the palace to receive his title and be listed among the immortals, how can she stop him? If they really fight, wouldn't that count as breaking up on the spot?
The best course of action would be for her to escape from where she is now and leave him in the underground palace for the time being. His stone chamber is very well hidden, and the Yun family should not be able to find it.
Yan Huanyue heard no sound outside and was about to tear off the evil net covering her when suddenly the ground beneath her gave way, and she fell down along with the net.
Underground was a brightly lit, wide passage. She got up from the ground and looked at the two Yun brothers and several Yun family retainers in the passage. She was somewhat glad that she hadn't actually started chopping into the ground.
Yun Ruoqing said, "Father wants to meet the younger generation of the sect who can be indifferent to the Heavenly Palace Treasure Realm, and also wants to meet the woman that Sanlang once mentioned."
As he spoke, he glanced at Yun Ruofan, who silently led her retainers to make way.
As Yan Huanyue passed Yun Ruofan, he said to her, "I've heard that you possess a pure spirit body, which makes cultivation difficult. That's why I spared you once. With your current cultivation, why be so obsessed? What harm is there in joining the ranks of immortals?"
Someone sighed, "It's clearly a good thing, why make yourself look like a jinx? Do you really think you can defy the heavens with this? You can only dream about it."
With that, he raised his bamboo flute and tapped the back of the neck of a retainer beside him, saying, "Let's go, what are you still standing there for? This is none of our business."
Yan Huanyue was still somewhat puzzled by his previous decision not to have anyone arrest her, and now that he was saying these things, she was even more confused.
Could it be that the Yun family's ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke, and one of the three sons was upright and peaceful?
Yun Ruoqing led Yan Huanyue through a long passage, pushed open a stone door, dismissed the crowd, and climbed the steps to a white jade palace.
After passing through two seemingly random gates, you finally reach the true temple at the very center.
The moment you step inside, you're hit by a wave of steam.
Yan Huanyue's eyes changed color.
The layout of this main palace is almost identical to the stone palace behind the stone chamber that Pei Xuanzhi took her to, only this one is more magnificent.
The pool of water inlaid with white jade is clear enough to see the bottom, and in the center of the pool is a stone platform inlaid with white jade.
There is also an altar on the central stone platform here, but a very young man in plain clothes is sitting cross-legged on the altar.
If a cultivator does not deliberately pretend to be old, then the higher their cultivation level, the more likely they are to appear as if they were in their prime.
Just as the sect leader looked only a few years older than Xuan Zhi, this man resembled Yun Ruofan and appeared to be almost the same age as her. Since both of them were dressed in plain clothes, they looked like brothers from an ordinary family.
But eyes and temperament don't lie.
The man's eyes were even more profound and weathered, exuding a sense of authority, and his whole being gave off an indescribable feeling of oppression.
Yan Huanyue stood by the door and stopped taking a step forward. She was wary of Yun Xuanchen, but Yun Ruoqing also stood right next to her without moving forward.
Yan Huanyue gazed at the stone pond in the distance, pondering why, since the layout here was the same as the stone palace over there, Yun Xuanchen was sitting on this stone pond while she was running around in the waterway, eavesdropping, and killing pythons, yet he didn't notice her movements at all.
Xuanzhi knew that the Yun family was here, but the Yun family did not know the location of Xuanzhi's stone chamber, or even the nearby waterways.
Could it be that this underground palace contains not only suspicious doors and suspicious paths, but also suspicious palaces?
As she was pondering, Yun Ruoqing bowed to Yun Xuanchen and said, "Father, the person has been brought."
Yun Xuanchen said calmly, "The net is already broken. Why keep covering people with it and deceiving yourselves? Aren't you afraid of being ambushed?"
Yun Ruoqing didn't understand what he was talking about at first. After realizing what he meant, she turned her head to look at Yan Huanyue with a surprised expression, but didn't say anything more. She simply quickly untied the net and put it into her treasure pouch.
"Father's judgment is wise; it was the son who underestimated the enemy."
Yun Xuanchen said calmly, "It's not that you underestimated your opponent, it's just that you're incompetent."
Yun Ruoqing lowered her head even further, "Yes."
Yun Xuanchen's gaze fell on Yan Huanyue from afar. "Do you know me?"
Yan Huanyue turned her injured left hand behind her back and sneered, "I know, the father of an incompetent person is nothing but a useless rat."
Yun Ruoqing feared her father but not others. Hearing her so disrespectful, she cursed, "You arrogant brat!"
He raised his hand to hit her.
Yan Huanyue grabbed his hand and flung it aside, her bloodshot eyes looking at him with a chilling gaze.
Yun Ruoqing was annoyed and was about to take action again.
Yun Xuanchen said, "Alright, she's not afraid of death."
Yun Ruoqing glanced at her, snorted coldly, and then gave up.
Yun Xuanchen sat on the stone seat, looking down at Yan Huanyue with indifference. "A pure spirit body is nothing special, but a pure spirit body that contains life and death is truly rare. Little fellow Daoist, you have a great fortune."
Yan Huanyue stared at him intently, her red lips pressed tightly together.
Yun Xuanchen's expression was cold as he continued, "However, the Heavenly Palace today is filled with powerful sects and young geniuses. The Single Spirit Saint Body, Lotus Treasure Soul, and Heaven and Earth Spirit Embryo are like fleeting clouds. This path is full of unparalleled geniuses. When I invited you to the Heavenly Palace, they were all overjoyed. Why did you disobey?"
Yan Huanyue said coldly, "A rat who manipulates empty words and illusions dares to call himself disobedient."
Yun Xuanchen said, "What if I told you that the Heavenly Palace is real?"
Yan Huanyue sneered, "Do you think it's true just because everyone believes it? You're just using these tricks to gather all the capable humans and demons into this realm and exhaust their cultivation and lifespan, so that the world will be at your disposal. If you have the ability, you'll want to devour this entire place in one bite."
Yun Xuanchen gently shook his head. “You are wrong. There are many misunderstandings between me and you. Too many misunderstandings lead to prejudice. You cannot tolerate me, so I think we can completely separate. Therefore, I hope to create another small world. I am just inviting the immortals to return to their positions and to recreate the world.”
His voice was calm, but Yan Huanyue was stunned. "You want to create a world and become a god?"
Yun Xuanchen smiled and said, "No, this time, I am acting in accordance with the will of Heaven. Do you think I am capable of doing this?"
Yan Huanyue frowned deeply. "Do you think the cultivators of the sect are like corpse demons that you can command at will?"
Yun Xuanchen said with a solemn face, "He is an immortal who can turn stone into gold and create all things. Since you are a seeker of the Dao, the great merit of the Dao creating all things and blessing all living beings is right before your eyes. Are you going to let personal grudges and prejudices blind you?"
Yan Huanyue sneered, "It's just that you don't have the ability to immediately devour such a strong fortune and cultivation. You can only slowly savor it. The Evil Realm's creation can provide you with a longer-term source of nourishment. What Heavenly Dao? You're quite good at putting on a show."
Yun Xuanchen raised his hand and waved it slightly. Yan Huanyue was suddenly thrown against the stone wall depicting the magnificent scene of the Heavenly Palace by a powerful pressure, and her heart and lungs were trembling with pain.
"You have some insight, but you still don't understand the fundamentals."
"All things in heaven and earth rise and fall in turn. The demise of a world is merely the result of the cycle of the Heavenly Dao. If you are willing to be ranked among the immortals, you will be the celestial ancestors of that realm, with later immortals bowing and paying homage, and all living beings in the world worshipping you. In that case, is my Heavenly Dao a merit or a demerit for you?"
Yan Huanyue stood up, spitting out a mouthful of blood, "There are so many people, and some of them are even more powerful than you. You can't fool them with those tricks for long."
Yun Xuanchen looked at him as if he were a stubborn ant and said calmly, "You still don't understand. Over time, people will deceive themselves. Good advice is hard to hear, and not everyone is willing to listen to the truth or see the real results."
"Even if someone jumps out and exposes everything, how do you think people will treat him?"
"Moreover, once Pei Hanzhou and the others enter the Heavenly Palace Treasure Realm, that world will gain its fortune and cultivation, becoming the real world. At that time, can you really distinguish between the real and the fake?"
"As long as everything is satisfied, as long as all new life grows here, as long as wind, rain, thunder, lightning, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, as long as the lights of every home are real, and as long as all living beings are real, then does the truth or falsehood of the past matter?"
Yan Huanyue gripped her sleeve tightly, her left palm, which had just been cut, throbbing with pain. She glared at the person on the altar and said in a deep voice, "Wishful thinking."
Yun Xuanchen looked at her from afar, "My Sanlang died at your hands, didn't he?"
Although he was asking her a question, his tone was confident.
Yan Huanyue said, "Whether it's true or false doesn't matter anymore, so whether it's true or not shouldn't matter to you either."
Yun Xuanchen looked at her coldly, "If you feel wronged, you can have your soul searched."
Yan Huanyue stared straight back at him and said, word by word, "I killed him, so what? Now, killing me, will it quell the hatred in your heart?"
Yun Xuanchen said, "No, if you also have children, killing your children and causing you unbearable pain might be the only way to alleviate some of the hatred in my heart."
Yan Huanyue wiped the blood from her lips, her blood-stained lips parting into a wide smile, revealing her gleaming white teeth.
"Is that so? That's a pity. My husband and I have no children. If I were to force myself to have a child with someone else, I would definitely kill the child myself first. I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to leave it for you to repent."
Yun Ruoqing glanced at her, feeling both hatred for her because of Yun Ruoliang's death and amazed by the subtle madness she exuded.
She could anticipate what she might encounter, and she said that those possible encounters would not harm her in the slightest.
Yun Xuanchen said, "Back then, when your grandfather Pei Hanzhou was abducted by your family, perhaps you had the same thoughts. Your husband was very precious to him. Women are always softer-hearted than men. As a woman, how much better are you than Pei Hanzhou?"
Yan Huanyue said, "It seems you are also very conventional, only looking at what you want to see. You have overlooked the fact that there is an even more ruthless woman in this old story."
Yun Xuanchen was about to say something when he suddenly made a hand seal, closed his eyes, and remained calm for a moment. Then he opened his eyes, his gaze serene.
“Yuanlang, take her away. I have seen her. Sanlang is right. She is indeed useful to you. Pei Hanzhou and the others have entered Yujing. After this matter is over, I will refine pills for you.”
Yan Huanyue clenched her hands involuntarily.
Yun Ruoqing bowed and said, "Thank you, Father."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
