Inside the Jade Void Palace, the Primordial Celestial Venerable slowly opened his eyes and looked out of the palace.
A disciple stumbled and flew to the palace gate, where he knelt on the steps, his body trembling as he lay prostrate on the ground.
Yuanshi nodded to Randeng, who understood and went out.
When he saw that the person kneeling was a disciple guarding the Yuan Shen Palace, he immediately felt a sense of unease.
"What happened? Why are you in such a panic?" Ran Deng asked.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle. The Primordial Spirit Hall... there's a broken memorial tablet in the Primordial Spirit Hall," the disciple hurriedly said.
The expression on Ran Deng's face froze instantly, just as he had expected.
"Who is it?" Ran Deng asked.
He had lost count of how many years it had been, but the ancestral tablets of the primordial spirits on Kunlun Mountain had never been broken since the Great Calamity of the Lich King.
"Yes, Uncle-Master Huanglong," the disciple said in a low voice, bowing his head.
"What?" Ran Deng was immediately startled.
Just then, an immense pressure emanated from the Jade Void Palace, and Randeng immediately knelt down.
"Teacher, please calm down," Ran Deng hurriedly said.
The entire Kunlun Mountain was shrouded in this oppressive aura. Many disciples, bewildered, knelt down. Upon hearing the voice of Daoist Ran Deng, they were all astonished.
"Buzz..."
A powerful aura of a sage shot straight up from Kunlun Mountain to the sky, directly dispersing the clouds in the sky.
At the same time, Taishang, Nuwa, the two Western Saints, and Tongtian Jiaozhu in Biyou Palace all looked towards Kunlun, surprised at why Yuanshi was so angry.
Then, the sages simultaneously began to calculate, trying to find out what had happened.
At this time, Yuanshi did not conceal the secrets of heaven, so the sages quickly understood what had happened. It turned out that Huanglong Daoist, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, had perished.
The saints were shocked. The great calamity had not even officially begun, yet a Great Luo Immortal had already perished, and he was even a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
"Hmph, good riddance." In Biyou Palace, Tongtian couldn't help but sneer. He knew without a doubt that there was a 90% chance that it was Li Daoyi's men who made the move, so he ignored them.
"Strange, strange, this shouldn't be the case. Why was Junior Brother so careless?" Taishang murmured.
In Nuwa's palace, Nuwa frowned slightly. Her first thought was not of Tongtian, but of Li Daoyi.
"Is it him?" Nuwa wondered to herself.
Then Nuwa waved her hand, and a spell appeared in her palm. She parted her red lips slightly and recited a few words to the spell.
"Whoosh..."
The spell vanished instantly.
"I hope it wasn't those few who made the move," Nuwa murmured as she watched the talisman disappear.
She had previously assigned tasks to the demon race, not instructing them to start fighting against the Chan Sect right now. However, she was also familiar with the nature of the Chan Sect members, who had always looked down on the demon race. And that Yellow Dragon was a dragon, extremely arrogant. Perhaps he had offended some demon saint.
The Western world, Mount Sumeru.
"Hahaha, Yuanshi was so careless! Senior brother, it seems our Western Sect can reap a lot of benefits this time," Zhunti said excitedly.
“Well, we must not be careless. This time we don’t need to go out, as that would provoke Yuanshi. We should just observe the situation. However…” Jieyin said.
"Senior brother, are you wondering who killed Huanglong?" Zhun asked.
“Yes, although Huanglong is only at the Great Luo level, he is from the ancient dragon race and has a powerful physique. There are many people in the same realm who can defeat him, but to kill him, one must be a Quasi-Saint.” Jieyin nodded.
Zhunti pondered for a moment upon hearing this, and then spoke.
"Could it be someone with connections to the heavens?"
Jieyin shook his head and said.
"He's not that stupid to provoke Yuanshi at this time. Of course, it's not certain. Let's wait and see."
The scene returns to the Kunlun Mountains.
At this moment, the Jade Void Palace was filled with disciples. First, second, and third generation disciples who were currently in Kunlun Mountain had all been summoned.
Everyone knelt obediently on the ground, not daring to breathe. At this moment, everyone already knew what had happened. Huanglong, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, had been killed, and his primordial spirit tablet had shattered, which meant that Huanglong's soul had not even escaped.
Among the disciples, Randeng stood at the head of the table, to the lower left of Tongtian. He was the vice-leader. Below him, at the front, were several people kneeling side by side. These people were none other than Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, Julusun, Lingbao Dafashi, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Puxian Zhenren, Daoxing Tianzun, and Qingxu Daode Zhenren, all of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
There were a total of eight people. Except for Cihang Daoren, Taiyi Zhenren, and Yuding Zhenren, who were not outside Kunlun, all twelve Golden Immortals were present.
The rest were second- or third-generation disciples, who also knelt obediently on the ground.
The entire hall fell silent. Although Huanglong was not well-liked in Kunlun, his status was still there. Now that he had died, it was a huge event for the Chan Sect.
Finally, after a long silence, Guang Chengzi, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, kowtowed to Yuanshi and then spoke.
"Master, I have some guesses about the death of Junior Brother Huanglong."
Yuanshi looked at Guangchengzi and nodded.
"Stand up and speak."
"Thank you, Master."
Guang Chengzi quickly stood up, bowed to Yuanshi again, and then spoke.
“Master, Junior Brother Huanglong’s true form is that of a dragon, and his physical body is extremely powerful. Logically speaking, no one below the Quasi-Saint level should be able to kill him easily, but…”
“However, it seems that Junior Brother Jianglong has this ability,” Guang Chengzi said.
Upon hearing this, Yuanshi frowned. Indeed, Jianglong's current strength was enough to kill Huanglong, and he was only one step away from reaching the Quasi-Saint level. However, it didn't make sense. The two had only had a minor conflict, and Jianglong had no reason to kill him.
“Senior brother, I disagree with what you said.” Just then, Master Puxian stood up and said.
“I know Jianglong. Although he is somewhat unruly, he would not go so far as to kill Junior Brother Huanglong. Besides, he is not in Kunlun at the moment. If he really did this, wouldn’t it arouse suspicion? I don’t think it could be him. Please, Master, see the truth.” After saying this, Puxian bowed deeply to Yuanshi.
In all the years that Jianglong has been in Kunlun, he has only become close to Puxian. The two have long been friends, and now Puxian naturally has to speak up for him.
The other disciples had all had some experience with Jianglong, and seeing this, they all spoke up to vouch for him, making the whole hall lively.
"quiet."
"Light the lamp and shout!"
"In that case, tell me, who else will step in?" the primordial spirit said.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Although they had their doubts, they dared not speak out, for it involved several sages, and their careless words would bring them karmic consequences.
“Speak freely, I will bear the consequences for you,” Yuanshi said, understanding everyone’s taboo.
"Randeng, do you have anything to say?" Yuanshi then looked at Randeng Daoren.
Randeng turned around and bowed to Yuanshi.
“Master, I also believe it wasn’t Junior Brother Jianglong who did it. As for who made the move, I have two guesses,” Ran Deng said.
Everyone turned to look at Ran Deng, eagerly awaiting his next words.
"First of all, there is the Jie Sect. Huang Long had a conflict with many disciples of the Jie Sect in his early years because of his disrespectful words. It is possible that it was those Quasi-Saints who made the move. Duobao, Jinling, Guiling, and Wudang could easily kill Huang Long."
Yuanshi's eyes showed approval, and the disciples nodded in agreement.
“Secondly, there are the demon race,” Ran Deng continued.
"The demon race..."
Everyone was immediately taken aback.
It was only then that everyone realized that although the demon race had declined, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. The demon race still had quite a few demon saints alive. Although they had kept a low profile in recent years, it was possible that Huanglong, that idiot, had offended them, since that guy always liked to offend people.
"I cannot fathom who caused Huanglong's death. The secrets of heaven have been concealed, which suggests that a sage intervened, or that the perpetrator possessed a treasure that could conceal the secrets of heaven," said Yuanshi Tianzun slowly.
"Who among you will investigate this matter?" Yuan Shi asked.
The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. This was no simple task. Even Huang Long had failed, so they might be in trouble too. The entire hall fell silent once more.
Yuanshi Tianzun looked down, his expression gradually freezing. Seeing this, Randeng sighed helplessly and was about to speak when a person stepped out from among the Twelve Golden Immortals.
“Master, this disciple is willing to go,” said Master Puxian.
"Oh? You want to investigate?" Yuanshi was somewhat surprised, after all, Puxian's cultivation was only at the Daluo level. In his heart, he actually wanted Guangchengzi or Randeng to go, since they were quasi-saints, so it would be safer that way.
“Yes, there is another reason for my trip: to find Junior Brother Jianglong, investigate the matter, and clear his name. Furthermore, Junior Brother Jianglong can also lend me a hand then,” Puxian said.
Yuanshi nodded in satisfaction. This was indeed a good idea. After all, a Quasi-Saint was too ostentatious, and it would be easy for people to criticize him if he went out.
“Good…” Yuanshi said.
With a flick of his sleeve, Yuanshi sent out a dazzling golden light.
The precious light dissipated, and a golden talisman the size of a fist appeared in the hall.
"Tai Chi Seal!" Ran Deng exclaimed in surprise.
"Puxian, you are very good. I will bestow this treasure upon you for self-defense." After Yuanshi finished speaking, the talisman slowly floated to Puxian Zhenren's front.
"hiss..."
Everyone gasped, looking at Puxian with envy. This was one of the magical treasures of Yuanshi Tianzun, possessing powerful defensive and offensive capabilities, impervious to all magic, and once unleashed, only a saint could break it.
At that moment, everyone secretly regretted not stepping forward sooner; now they could only watch with envy.
"thump..."
Puxian knelt down excitedly, raising his hands high.
"Thank you, Master, for bestowing this treasure," Puxian said loudly as he accepted the talisman.
Yuanshi nodded in satisfaction. He was actually hinting to everyone that as long as they were dedicated to the cause, he would not be stingy.
"Go ahead and investigate. I will take full responsibility if anything goes wrong," Yuanshi continued.
"No one can bully any disciple of my Chan Sect, not even a sage," Yuanshi declared domineeringly.
Just kidding, he's the one presiding over this conferment of gods. If he can't even protect his own disciples, wouldn't he lose face big time?
"Our master is wise and sagacious," the disciples bowed and said.
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