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Chapter 596: Returning to the West Flood, the Palace Lord Descends
Chapter 596: Returning to the West Flood, the Palace Lord Descends
Recite a thousand times, and in exchange, you shall ascend to the heavens.
Such words would be difficult for an ordinary person to utter.
But the tone of this Hongze Great Immortal made it sound like a great favor.
The two aged patriarchs of the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect remained unmoved, silently staring at the golden body in front of them, completely unfazed by the immortal's command, as if they were accustomed to it.
Xue Yan, who had only recently reached this level, slightly raised his eyebrows, recalling the commanding tone this Virtue Immortal had used towards them earlier, as well as his calm and composed demeanor throughout the journey. Now, seeing him tightly bound, he couldn't help but feel a bit amused.
Indeed, ascetic cultivation had damaged his mind.
Even with great merit, without actual strength, he dared to be so careless and unaware of his own status.
"Hmm?"
Xue Yan's smile faded slightly as he realized that the Virtue Immortal didn't show the rage and shock he had expected. Instead, he stood silently, carefully observing the Hongze Great Immortal on the stairs.
Something was amiss.
Beside the Prison Guard Golden Body, the black dragon, with an indifferent expression and clad in a white robe, slightly raised its head, revealing a row of chilling fangs.
It was as tall as the golden body and suddenly reached out to press down on its shoulder. In a low voice, it rebuked, "Dare to desecrate the immortal's might, kneel down!"
The black dragon was clearly from the Northern Dragon Palace and held a high position. Even if it wasn't the Dragon King, it was still an exceptional being.
With just a slight movement, it exuded a terrifying aura that made hearts tremble.
At such close range, the Prison Guard Golden Body, even if it were Shen Yi himself, would be unable to break free and could only be forced to kneel on the ground.
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at it, but his posture remained upright.
It wasn't that he was hiding any tricks, but rather, in the moment the black dragon moved, the immortal on the stairs calmly glanced at it.
That single glance caused the Northern Dragon Palace's exceptional being to shiver, and it froze in place for a moment before mechanically retracting its palm.
"Hmph."
The two aged patriarchs of the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect quietly averted their gaze, a sneer forming in their hearts.
As expected of a despicable demon, even their flattery was excessive.
This golden body, despite its recognition by the immortal court, was being humiliated by Hongze Great Immortal. Did others also have the right to do so? To disrespect the immortal's might was to disrespect Hongze Great Immortal as well.
"Immortal friend, you may stay here in the depths of the palace with my true self."
The immortal retracted his gaze and sat back down in the chair. With a slight wave of his sleeve, an ordinary-looking vermillion wooden wedge shot out, piercing the Prison Guard Golden Body's chest with a 'puchi' sound, nailing it to the coiled dragon pillar behind.
Shen Yi lowered his eyes to his heart, feeling no pain, but gradually losing control over this body.
Even moving his fingers was just an illusion.
Under the gaze of the crowd, he closed his eyes as if accepting his fate.
Shen Yi was not a masochist. Knowing the dangers, he still took on this punishment in Qinghua's place.
The reason he took on this golden body was to seize this rare opportunity to understand the enemy he was about to face.
Until now, he had indeed sensed something, but it seemed of little use.
For example, when the immortal summoned the wooden wedge, with the help of the Demon Emperor Seal, Shen Yi keenly sensed that the entire Southern Flood's aura had been stirred.
This indicated that even when dealing with a Return to Void Realm golden body, the immortal still utilized the power of the White Rhino Treasure Artifact.
From this tiny detail, it could be deduced that the opponent was more accustomed to using external power granted by the immortal court... Of course, this didn't prove anything, as it was their first meeting, and it was difficult to gather sufficient information.
Additionally, when they were in the Southern Flood, the immortal had rather elaborately asked the Southern Dragon King to guard the Peach Source Manor instead of acting personally, most likely fearing discovery by the immortal court.
But now, after being bound, the opponent seemed to suddenly stop caring about this.
Shen Yi felt the ropes and talismans on his body, his thoughts becoming clearer. Did these things conceal heavenly secrets?
In other words... the golden body was no longer under the protection of the immortal court.
The reason he still had his life was that the immortal coveted the merit on his body and needed time to digest it.
To protect this Virtue Immortal's clone, it depended on whether he grew faster or the immortal digested faster.
"Hmm."
Shen Yi exhaled lightly, his seemingly calm expression belying the chilling waves in his heart.
He had engaged in such races against time far too many times.
And he had never lost.
With this in mind, he reopened his eyes, sweeping his gaze over the many figures before him.
The items that could conceal the secrets of heaven and earth, which naturally could not have originated from Hongze, were now distributed to the Northern Dragon Palace and the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect.
This proved that his previous speculations were correct.
In the entire Northern Flood, there was no distinction between demons and cultivators; they were all of the same ilk, with immortals and their lackeys.
Since this was the case, things became much simpler.
...
At the Nanyang Holy Land, the Summit Grand Hall.
Shen Yi slowly stood up, took a step forward, and his entire body appeared before the Ancestor Hall.
As the master of Nanyang's heaven and earth, he could easily sense the presence of numerous outsiders within the holy land.
He saw that on ordinary days, only Xuan Qing was in the Ancestor Hall, but at this moment, it was filled with the six sect leaders, all with complex expressions, staring at the tall stone sculpture. The Treasure Flower Sect Leader was chatting casually with Xuan Qing.
When they saw Shen Yi enter, Xuan Qing quickly stood up, bowed, and opened his mouth, only to find his voice hoarse.
The Treasure Flower Sect Leader gently supported his arm and gave Shen Yi a grateful look.
"Huff."
Xuan Qing clenched his teeth and exhaled, forcing down the lump in his throat.
Aside from his master, he didn't have many people he could confide in.
This led to Xuan Qing's continuous state of shock after learning that Shen Zongzhu had genuinely taken those few words to heart and had taken a real step forward. His mind had been in turmoil ever since, and he couldn't snap out of it.
The other party had once said that he wanted to see the immortal and, if possible, take him along as well.
Xuan Qing wasn't sure if he could muster the courage to stand before that man in white once more. Every time he saw him, he would recall his master's terrified and distorted face, tears streaming down his cheeks.
A man who had always stood tall and upright person, unwilling to harm others. But I must ensure his safety, especially not that of his fellow cultivators. I will find a way to protect him and fulfill his wish to see the immortal."
Xuan Qing swallowed hard.
Shen Yi passed by his side, patted his shoulder lightly, and then moved on, changing the subject: "What's the matter, seniors?"
"We don't deserve the title of seniors."
Deng Xiangjun smiled bitterly, waved her hand, and stood up with her many fellow disciples, bowing: "We are just anxious and unsure of what to do, so we came to ask if you, the Nanyang Sect Master, have any instructions."
Ye Jiu was clearly an impatient person, interrupting Deng's polite words: "Even with the help of the Treasure Flower Sect and the Mountain Movers Sect, the news of the Southern Dragon King's demise won't be hidden for long. If Qi Zhaoyi doesn't return, the Western Dragon Palace will eventually notice something amiss. Should we..."
As he spoke, he made a gesture of slashing his throat.
Since they were going to fight anyway, it was better to take the initiative.
If they waited for the Western Dragon Palace to receive the news first, prepare, and then call upon their allies, gathering a large group of helpers, they would be back to the previous situation of being on the defensive.
They couldn't always rely on Shen Zongzhu to solve these demon calamities alone.
"You might as well go straight to the Northern Flood."
Qi Yan Sheng rolled his eyes, a casual gesture uncharacteristic of his usual demeanor. But with Shen Yi's presence in the Seven Sects, he no longer felt the need to maintain a facade of seriousness.
His previous composure was to keep his fellow disciples in check, but now that he couldn't control them anyway, he might as well let go.
Just as Ye Jiu said, they should just follow the Nanyang Sect Leader's lead.
However, this didn't mean he could stand by and watch Ye Jiu's reckless behavior.
The Western Dragon Palace was different from the group of Yellow Plague Venom Dragons in the south. Aside from the issue of strength, they didn't confine themselves to one place; they maintained connections with both the east and the north.
It wouldn't be easy to move against them.
"Start with the Western Flood." Shen Yi pondered for a moment, then shook his head. Based on what he had seen through the borrowed golden body, with their current strength, going to the Northern Flood would be like bringing a knife to a gunfight.
Before he could finish speaking, the hall fell silent.
Qi Yan Sheng's mouth twitched; he had made a joke, but Shen Zongzhu was actually considering it seriously.
After a brief moment of surprise, the sect leaders turned their attention back to the tall stone sculpture, their expressions becoming even more complex.
If possible, who wouldn't want to leave this secluded place?
Just like Ye Jiu, if he didn't leave the Southern Flood, how could he have the opportunity to spar and exchange insights with fellow cultivators of the same realm, seeking his own opportunities? These years had been wasted, and he was gradually losing hope of breaking through to the Perfect Heaven Realm, let alone the Dao Fusion Realm.
The Nanyang Sect had taken them out once before; was there a chance... to go back again?
The sect leaders didn't notice that behind them, Xuan Qing's eyes suddenly began to tremble violently.
He felt that these Senior Uncle Masters might have misunderstood something.
Shen Zongzhu's intentions were not to lead the Southern Flood Seven Sons to the top of the power rankings. The imaginary enemy in their minds had always been that immortal!
In other words, their Sect Master's gaze had never been limited to Hongze.
"We three will accompany you."
Ji Jingxi's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Xuan Qing's strangeness, paused for a moment, then turned to Shen Yi and said softly, "Regardless, having a few people by your side will always be more convenient."
"As for the sect, we'll leave it to you, Senior Brother Deng."
As the junior sister, Ji Jingxi rarely voiced her opinions, but when she did, almost no one would refute her.
The several sect masters were stunned for a moment, all nodding in agreement.
Currently, the Southern Flood could be said to be free of all demonic and evil beings. With the size of the Southern Flood Seven Sons, there wouldn't be any issues at all.
"What you want to do... cannot avoid the Eastern Dragon Palace."
Ji Jingxi walked slowly to Shen Yi's side and asked, "Perhaps we should discuss it with Zixian?"
"Let's talk about it later."
Shen Yi didn't directly agree.
Among the Four Floods, the most thorny one for him was actually the Eastern Dragon Palace, not because they were stronger than the Northern Dragon Palace.
It was this group of purple-bearded white dragons and the Southern Flood Seven Sons... to be precise, it was the subtle relationship between them and Senior Brother Xuan Qing.
Ever since Shen Yi left the Nanyang Holy Land, he had been under the care of Senior Brother Xuan Qing. Whether it was the Primordial Purple Qi, the introduction to the Treasure Flower Sect for medicinal pills, or personally going to the Seven Sects to seek entry,
All of these had bought him a lot of time.
This debt of gratitude must be repaid.
Shen Yi was not indecisive; he was determined to obtain the Eastern Flood Dragon Den, but this group of purple-bearded white dragons was indeed a bit outrageous. Aside from the already ascended Zi Ling Immortal, they were so formidable that it was difficult to find any reason to deal with them.
To put it bluntly, a large part of the reason why the Yue family hadn't come to the Southern Flood to investigate, allowing Shen Yi to smoothly eliminate the Southern Dragon King, was because the Eastern Dragon Palace had helped cover for them.
W
As for Zi Ling Immortal... the several sect masters and Xuan Qing himself had separated this immortal's mount from the Eastern Dragon Palace, treating them as separate issues, not mixing them together. Where did it fall to him to avenge this?
If possible, Shen Yi didn't want to repay kindness with enmity. Having another solution would naturally be better.
Of course, the premise was that the Eastern Dragon Palace was on the opposite side of the immortal.
Shen Yi glanced to the west.
The Jade Mountain Dragon Consort was clearly preparing for something, and if possible, he also wanted to know how the Eastern Dragon Palace planned to deal with the immortal. Having an extra option shouldn't be a bad thing.
"When are we leaving?"
Ji Jingxi waited for Shen Yi to finish his thoughts before asking softly.
Seeing the two of them standing side by side, the several sect masters suddenly felt a bit emotional. Nanyang and Qingyue, shining together, it had been many years since they last saw this scene.
They didn't know if the brilliance of the sun and moon could shine upon Hongze again.
"If there's nothing else, we can set off now."
Shen Yi stepped out of the Ancestor Hall, knowing that his golden body was still trapped in the Northern Flood Immortal Palace.
Since his arrival, he had never suffered such humiliation.
If this dragged on, Qinghua's merit, earned by dispelling the Ten Thousand Year Slaughter Tribulation, would become someone else's.
Facing Shen Yi's hasty decision, not a single person raised any objections.
Ji Jingxi, Ye Jiu, and Qi Yan Sheng followed suit.
Under the watchful eyes of the several Taoists at the door, the four figures slowly disappeared, leaving the Nanyang Holy Land, each using their divine abilities to swiftly head west.
Accompanied by the Treasure Flower Sect Master, Xuan Qing followed with a complex expression.
"I'll join..."
"Don't drag everything onto yourself. Do you still think you're the unrivaled genius of the past?"
The Treasure Flower Sect Master gave him a reproachful glance and then gestured with her hand.
Xuan Qing looked in that direction and saw Su Hongxiao and the other young Taoists, their eyes burning as they stared at the direction where the sect masters had left.
Under Shen Yi's influence, this younger generation couldn't help but be restless, continuing to follow in their masters' footsteps, content to reside in a corner.
"Moreover, don't you want to see Shen Zongzhu sitting at the edge of the clouds, shoulder to shoulder with those powerful figures, like Senior Brother Qin?" The Treasure Flower Sect Master asked expectantly.
"I think..."
Xuan Qing withdrew his gaze and sighed, "But he doesn't want to."
In the Treasure Flower Sect Master's surprised gaze, Xuan Qing rubbed his face and murmured, "The Sect Master doesn't want to shoulder anyone, he can sit anywhere, but there can't be anyone above him."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall turned around in astonishment, and the place fell silent.
(End of Chapter)
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