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Chapter 335: Heaven's Gate Opens
Chapter 335: Heaven’s Gate Opens
Beyond the South Gate of Heaven.
Lv Yang stood with hands clasped behind him, gazing upward. Streams of light blazed toward the layered palaces before him—one Foundation-Building True Man after another descending like falling stars. Yet his mind lingered elsewhere.
Chongguang’s abrupt parting words echoed in his thoughts:
‘Strange transaction… He wants me to stay in the Secret Realm as long as possible. Why? Though the price offered was certainly generous.’
Lv Yang’s consciousness sank into his Spirit Sea.
Chongguang had always been a generous partner—fair, dependable, and never shortchanging his workers. A model employer.
In an instant, a scripture unfurled before his mind’s eye:
The Great Yin Earth Vein Sutra!
‘Not a Dao art, nor a secret technique, but a sutra dissecting the essence of Metal Dao itself—a direct path to cultivating Metal Dao!’
‘Metal Dao is the progenitor of all metals, the primal force among the Eight Stones. In heaven, it becomes sun and moon; in earth, ore veins within mountains… These insights must’ve been Chongguang’s personal revelations as the Metal Dao Spirit. Exactly what I need now.’
After all, Metal Dao cultivation was his next step.
The Pomegranate Wood Fruit Position embodied Celestial Metal, Shenjin, Xin Metal, and You Jin—wood dwelling in metal’s domain, opposition yielding transformation.
Lv Yang devoured the text hungrily.
Then abruptly, his expression darkened. “Why does it end here?!”
He quickly realized—Chongguang’s precaution. Half the sutra was sealed, locked behind a barrier that would only dissolve if Lv Yang honored their pact to remain within Heaven’s South Gate.
“Cunning ruse…”
The remaining half lay imprisoned, its seal to be lifted only after fulfilling their agreement.
Composing himself, Lv Yang surveyed his surroundings. Before him lay a wasteland of shattered ruins—once a grand celestial palace now devoid of life.
Yet traces of its former vibrancy lingered: claw marks on stone walls, scattered footprints, broken tea sets trampled into dust. The scene painted a vivid memory—thousands of cultivators ascending through Heaven’s South Gate, gathering in these cloudborne halls to debate Dao, sip tea, and play go beneath golden eaves. A day like any other, until it wasn’t.
‘The Holy Sect came. Another Jie Tian has fallen.’
The entire heavenly host had been swept away in an instant. Even the Mystic Spirit Realm’s Supreme Sovereign—a being who once commanded the heavens—had been slain, leaving only empty halls.
“That True Monarch truly has no shame!”
With a sigh, Lv Yang summoned the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner. A flick of the flag, and Cheng Xian emerged—a Pennant Spirit, his face etched with loyalty.
“What treasures remain here?”
Cheng Xian pondered briefly. “The Tiandu Palace holds the South Gate’s greatest treasures. It houses the Eight Trigrams Tiandu Furnace, within which burns the Six-Ding Divine Flame—the foremost fire under heaven.”
“The Tiandu Palace?”
“Indeed. Additionally, the palace shelters the Eternal Youth Root, said to grant immortality to its bearer. Lastly, the Supreme Sovereign’s recently refined Dao-Aligned Immortal Pill.”
Three peerless treasures.
“The Six-Ding Divine Flame excels in forging artifacts, brewing elixirs, and combat alike.”
“The Eternal Youth Root matters little to me—Foundation-Builders concern themselves not with longevity, but the Dragon-Binding Winds calamity.”
“But that Dao-Aligned Immortal Pill…”
Avarice gleamed in Lv Yang’s eyes. According to Cheng Xian, this pill could drastically enhance a cultivator’s aptitude—the higher the innate talent, the greater the effect.
“Such a treasure deserves to be mine.”
Yet he delayed action, opting first to scour other areas.
Two reasons: honoring his pact with Chongguang to prolong his South Gate stay, and a hunter’s patience.
“Everyone’s dispersed now. Rushing Tiandu Palace prematurely would waste effort. As the most vital site, it’ll inevitably draw all cultivators together. I’ll wait—until they converge, then strike all at once.”
Confidence surged within him. Moments ago, he’d tested his limits—within Heaven’s South Gate, he could still channel the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner’s hidden might, temporarily ascending to Great True Sovereign might.
How could that not be a one-sided slaughter?
Elsewhere in the South Gate.
Heaven-Mending Peak Master’s expression remained icy as he seized a Foundation-Building cultivator, reducing him to a shriveled husk in a blink. A flicker of color rose to his face.
Master of the Heaven-Mending Sect, his mastery of the Heaven-Mending Sutra neared perfection, only a step from achieving the ultimate realm of “Mending the Heavens.”
“Heaven has gaps—I mend them with my body.”
“It’s said reaching this realm allows communion with heaven and earth, drawing their energies. A grand ritual that would draw all Fruit Position cultivators’ gazes.”
True gold—the foundation of immortality.
“This journey is critical. Sufficient external energy, karma, and fortune will allow me to seek the next Celestial Vanguard-Terrestrial Sha. Within a century, I may attempt Ascension.”
“As for that Lv Yang…”
A cold smirk. “Hiding well. But within Heaven’s South Gate, nowhere is beyond my reach.”
Days later.
The South Gate encompassed a quarter of the Mystic Spirit Realm’s celestial dominion—a realm as vast as a continent.
The Sword Pavilion and Holy Sect clashed repeatedly, yet cultivators like Heaven-Mending Peak Master and Ye Guyue (Solitary Moon)—Foundation-Building Mid-Stage Adepts—held their hands, maintaining a fragile balance.
Now, in the South Gate’s heart loomed a palace amid the clouds, its spiritual aura surging like a tempest, veiled by countless array formations.
The Tiandu Palace.
Its unmatched value drew early arrivals—Foundation-Builders scrutinizing its arrays, scheming to breach its defenses.
Soon, two factions emerged.
One led by Ye Guyue (Solitary Moon), the other by Heaven-Mending Peak Master. Both now scanned the area, searching.
‘Still absent… Dare he not come?’
Both sought Lv Yang’s elimination within the South Gate. Yet he’d vanished like smoke.
“Where could he hide?” Ye Guyue’s brows furrowed.
Unseen beyond the palace’s edge, Lv Yang calmly traced array patterns—setting a trap.
“Absurd. If Cheng Xian spoke true, the Tiandu Hall was the Supreme Sovereign’s elixir chamber. Would a True Monarch’s palace lack traps?”
“No need to enter Tiandu Hall myself.”
“Better to ambush those leaving it—though now that I’m the ‘righteous path,’ I should call it… ‘vanquishing demons to uphold the Dao.’”
(End of Chapter)
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