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Chapter 595:
Chapter 595:
The blue sky was tranquil, and the sea was calm.
A light rain fell upon the Southern Flood Land, accompanied by faint dragon roars in the clouds.
From the Treasure Flower Sect, located at the border between the Western Flood and Southern Flood, to the Seven Great Immortal Sects on the outskirts, everyone witnessed this rain.
Many cultivators and creatures, who had recently felt anxious upon seeing the massive Yellow Plague Venom Dragon rolling and fighting in the clouds, now stared at the sky with a dazed expression.
"Plop."
The two Sect Leaders of the Mountain Movers Sect stood side by side, and the slightly younger one turned his head, opening his mouth but unable to say a word.
Old Man Huang, who had been silent for a long time, grabbed the other's arm and shouted, "Block off the Southern Flood!"
This was too absurd.
He had prepared himself for a fierce battle, as no cultivator in the entire Hongze had ever attempted to truly destroy a Dragon Palace.
To survive under the Dragon Clan's hands was already impressive, and to do so with some dignity proved their formidable strength.
Even the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect could only barely rival the Northern Dragon Palace.
Among the Southern Seven Sons, only one had suppressed the Southern Dragon Palace and held a brief dominance, and that was the only example across the four floods.
But Huang Zongzhu had never imagined that this battle, which might affect the Western and Southern Floods, had ended before it even began.
Once the Southern Flood Seven Sects were ready to take action, the Southern Dragon Palace, which seemed to be on par with the Seven Sects, was completely powerless and was swiftly annihilated.
This left him with a surreal feeling, as if it were a dream.
It turned out that Shen Zongzhu had arranged for the two of them to wait at the Treasure Flower Sect because their location, between the Mountain Movers Sect and the Treasure Flower Sect, could perfectly block the events in the Southern Flood from spreading further.
"Treasure Flower Sect Master, thank you for your efforts."
The two Mountain Movers Sect Leaders reacted quickly and bowed to the Elder Lady.
"I understand."
The Treasure Flower Sect Master patted her disciple's shoulder gently, seemingly comforting him, but also concealing her own lingering shock.
Only a cultivator like her, who knew the Seven Sects' elders well, could understand that today's events were not something those elders could have accomplished. This decisive and swift style of action was completely inconsistent with the Spirit Mountain Sect Master's character.
This also explained why the Seven Sects did not consult with the Treasure Flower Sect before taking action.
Additionally, the cultivator who fought with the Southern Dragon King in the clouds earlier was the only one in the Ink Robe.
"Shen Zongzhu..."
The Treasure Flower Sect Master looked reverently towards the Seven Sects.
She recalled a rumor she had heard while chatting with Li Xuan Qing, that when Shen Zongzhu first left the Nanyang Holy Land, he was covered in demon blood, and the group following him, despite their low cultivation due to various factors, all possessed exceptional qualities.
Yet, these people revered him as if he were a divine being.
It was only after experiencing a similar situation that the Treasure Flower Sect Master understood the feelings of those people.
After the Seven Sons' Assembly, Shen Zongzhu had rested for a day under her and Li Xuan Qing's watch. At the time, she found it amusing that a young cultivator who had not yet attained Dao Fusion was so worried.
Now she realized how terrifying his concerns were.
Perhaps only such an existence could truly seek justice for the Nanyang tragedy caused by Li Xuan Qing's matter.
...
The white jade coiled dragon pillars stood majestically, guarding a Nanyang Great Sun.
On the spacious and flat reception platform, where once only a wooden body had sat cross-legged for ten thousand years, it was now a little livelier, but since the Nanyang Sect's foundation was weak, they couldn't participate in too many matters. With the recent tension in the Southern Flood, only a few figures occasionally passed by.
Today, however, was different.
The Seven Great Immortal Sects sent out all their disciples, even the outer disciples in the Qi Condensation Realm, who curiously gathered outside the formation, not to mention the various elders and executives.
In an instant, a sea of people gathered, and various treasures flew in the sky, filling the mountains and rivers with countless figures.
They had gathered here because of this seemingly ordinary rain and the sudden dragon roars that had echoed earlier.
"It's a bit... too sudden."
Liu Shi Qian stood quietly at the front of the crowd, the most composed among them all. His cultivation was the only one at the Dao Fusion Realm besides the seven Sect Leaders.
But at this moment, his slender body, wrapped in a long robe, still trembled slightly.
"I thought you'd be used to it by now."
Suddenly, a humble voice sounded in Liu Shi Qian's ear, and he glanced sideways, a little surprised at the visitor.
This proud Tian Jian Sect disciple was using respectful language towards him.
Su Hongxiao smiled complexly, "After all... if it weren't for you back then, Shen Zongzhu's impression of us would have been at its worst."
The Dragon King was severely injured and retreated into the water, causing a change in the heavens and earth.
They all witnessed the tall and slender Ink Robe figure's cruelty and brutality.
This astonishing display of power, capable of slaying a Dragon King, meant he could slay anyone else.
The opponent had never revealed such a side to the Southern Flood Seven Sects, and most of the credit went to Elder Liu, who stood before them.
One by one, the Dao disciples approached, including the White Witch of Qingyue Sect, all silently bowing to Liu Shiqian.
"..."
Liu Shiqian waved his hand, about to speak, but suddenly sensed something, and his gaze returned to the horizon.
Deng Xiangjun, leading two other Earthly Realm Sect Masters, appeared, not as mere shadows, but with grave expressions, standing before the Seven Sects, gazing towards the end of the waters.
Two more figures swiftly approached.
With Qi Yansheng's support, Ye Jiu struggled to maintain his upright posture, but his tattered Sect Leader Robe and terrifying injuries all over his body revealed his dire condition.
As the sharpest sword among the Seven Sects, he shouldn't have shown weakness.
After all, it could cause unnecessary panic.
But at this moment, all the Sect Masters seemed to completely disregard this.
This could only mean one thing: the Southern Flood no longer needed this sword's prowess.
With the enemy eradicated, there was no need for a sharp blade to intimidate.
Seeing this, the elders and disciples realized something, confirming the absurd speculation in their minds. Thus, everyone's hearts began to stir in unison.
For a moment, the Seven Sects' territory was filled with heavy breathing.
Finally, a radiant light appeared at the horizon.
As the only female Sect Master among the Seven Sects, and with her serene immortal demeanor, Ji Jingxi's presence always attracted everyone's attention.
But at this moment, all eyes were fixed on the person beside her.
During the previous Seven Sons Assembly, the young cultivator, dressed in Nanyang's white robe, calmly ascended the heavenly steps and sat on the throne, supported by six He Dao Realm experts. Yet, some still doubted his status as a Sect Master, and it took Liu Xing Shan's life to convince them.
Now, Shen Yi appeared in a blood-stained ink-black shirt, his hair disheveled, looking somewhat disheveled.
But when he lowered his gaze in confusion, everyone instinctively lowered their heads.
"Huff."
Qi Yansheng exhaled in relief, finally letting go of his worry.
He took a step forward and bowed first, "We welcome the Nanyang Sect Master!"
The remaining Sect Masters, including Ye Jiu, raised their palms in unison.
In that instant, the many figures among the mountains and the blue sky, their faces flushed, expressed their excitement.
"We welcome the Nanyang Sect Master!" The shout pierced through the clouds.
Ji Jingxi stood quietly behind Shen Yi, curiously glancing at him.
She noticed that the handsome youth's expression was calm, and only upon closer inspection could one see his slightly tense body.
This small detail surprised Ji Jingxi for a moment.
Only then did she finally see a hint of youthfulness in Shen Yi, realizing that beneath his cruelty and ferocity, there was also this intriguing side to him.
"Do we need to gather them to discuss what to do next?"
Ji Jingxi slowly approached, bringing up the main issue, hoping to divert Shen Yi's attention.
After all, according to his usual habits, he would most likely return directly to Nanyang Sect. But now, Shen Yi's status was different from before, and even a moment longer in this round of Nanyang would be a significant encouragement for the Seven Sects' disciples.
She used the word "gather."
Even the proud Ye Jiu didn't object, instead feeling it was only right.
In the path of cultivation, age was never a measure of seniority.
In every aspect, Shen Yi had long surpassed these older cultivators.
"No need. I haven't figured it out yet. Let's see how it goes," Shen Yi shook his head and, under everyone's gaze, entered the Nanyang Holy Land.
Only Ji Jingxi remained standing in place, stunned.
"I haven't figured it out yet. Let's see how it goes?" If it were someone else, they would think this was Shen Yi's excuse, perhaps not trusting them. But Ji Jingxi inexplicably felt... that what he said might be true.
Almost everyone believed this was a grand plan Shen Zongzhu had long devised.
Otherwise, how could it be so perfectly flawless and seamless?
Could it be that he was just taking it one step at a time, helplessly?
Ji Jingxi didn't underestimate Shen Yi in the slightest; instead, she felt this youth was becoming more terrifying. Additionally, a sense of concern welled up in her heart.
This helplessness revealed the immense pressure Shen Zongzhu was enduring.
That kind of responsibility, like carrying the lives of millions upon millions, standing on the edge of an abyss, with only a thin rope beneath, where even a single misstep could lead to disaster, was a caution that ordinary people couldn't bear.
Thinking of this, Ji Jingxi looked towards the horizon.
Even though Shen Yi had returned to the Nanyang Sect, the many cultivators still stared excitedly and reverently at the reception platform, reluctant to leave.
……
At the summit of Nanyang's sacred ground, Shen Yi sat in the grand hall, still as a predator licking its wounds after a hunt.
Compared to the previous commotion, he relished in the hard-earned tranquility.
Only the clearest thoughts would prevent him from making mistakes.
Now, he had finally gathered the spiritual energy of Southern Flood's land into his palm, but there was still a long way to go before he could challenge an immortal.
And he only had one chance.
If he failed, Hongze Immortal would surely report to the Immortal Court about his strange ability to steal immortal power.
Shen Yi currently had no knowledge of the so-called Immortal Court and was uncertain how they, who looked down upon the mortal world, would view the events that had transpired within him.
However, he was accustomed to always considering the worst-case scenario.
"I must win, I cannot lose."
Shen Yi muttered to himself, having executed the Southern Dragon King, signifying that there was no turning back.
At this thought, his eyes not only showed no fear but became deeper and calmer, with only a hint of ripples in his pupils, revealing a faint trace of murderous intent.
He had originally had other options.
For instance, he could have sent Qinghua to the Immortal Court to gather information and pave the way for himself.
But when Hongze Great Immortal brought Qinghua back to Northern Flood, one of them had to die in Hongze.
Boom—
Countless massive dragon corpses transformed into a blood river, and the dragon princes and princesses of Southern Dragon Palace all turned into the purest bloodline, flowing into Shen Yi's brow and sea of consciousness.
Ke Shisan had already risen from his throne.
He spread his arms wide, welcoming the power of his entire clan.
As expected, being the first subordinate to follow the master, the other party would not treat him unfairly.
"Roar!"
Under the intense scorching heat, Ke Shisan couldn't help but let out an ear-piercing dragon's roar.
Aside from several Fusion Dao Realm dragon princes and numerous dragon grandchildren from White Jade Capital, the invincible Southern Dragon King in the Late Heaven Realm was the most precious tonic.
The robust Demon Energy raged within the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, transforming into a crimson storm.
It pushed Ke Shisan's cultivation to an unprecedented peak.
"Is this not enough?"
Shen Yi slightly raised his eyebrows, sensing the changes in Ke Shisan.
The threshold from Late Heaven Realm to Perfect Heaven Realm was so difficult to cross; no wonder, after ten million years, the Southern Dragon King still couldn't take that final step.
Fortunately, with this foundation, he had enough to return to Western Flood, even if Northern Flood was out of reach.
Shen Yi entered a state of introspection.
He quickly took control of the golden body.
When he opened his eyes again, a misty, lofty mountain appeared in his vision.
In the clouds, there was an immortal palace.
Led by the Black Dragon and the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect.
Shen Yi manipulated the Prison Guard Golden Body, step by step, until he reached the entrance of the immortal palace, where he saw a figure enveloped in clear Qi, sitting high above on the stairs.
The person's face was not very clear, making it difficult to discern their age.
On the corner of their snow-white garment, there was a flowing cloud embroidered with blue silk, resembling a living creature, swaying gently.
"Immortal friend, I am delighted to meet you today."
The person slightly raised their hand, their voice carrying a smile.
In an instant, the same command echoed in the minds of the Black Dragon and the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect members.
The next moment, they turned in unison, and golden ropes, like radiant light, swiftly bound Shen Yi. Countless talismans stuck tightly to his forehead and limbs.
"..."
Shen Yi did not struggle; he only silently looked up.
Hongze Immortal seemed a bit surprised by his reaction but didn't mind. He slowly stood up and smiled lightly, "Borrowing your virtue for a moment, when I return to the heavens, I will recite your name a thousand times in my heart to repay my gratitude."
(End of Chapter)
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