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The death of the Sword Saint sent shockwaves through the Azure Cloud Palace. High above, at the pinnacle of the Azure Cloud Palace, the Soul Lamp suddenly tilted and collapsed. The Old Master, who was guarding the Soul Lamp Hall, was startled awake by the deafening noise. He looked around in confusion, searching for the source of the sound. When he saw that the soul position of the sect leader was no longer there, he was so frightened that he stumbled out, shouting, "Oh no! The sect leader has passed away!"
The Sword Saint's death prompted a great mourning within the Azure Cloud Palace, with everyone donning mourning attire for three days to honor the deceased.
Seated in the Mystic Spirit Hall of the Azure Cloud Palace, Sidu Yuanzheng fumed, "Even if it was the Consort of Rain who killed our sect leader, we cannot let this go unpunished. Prepare to activate the Sacred Altar of Bi You and summon the Ancient Ancestor. Anyone who dares to offend Azure Cloud Palace will pay with their blood."
"Reporting to the acting sect leader, our scouts have returned," announced a young Taoist priest wearing a formal cap.
"Summon them."
Half an hour later, Sidu Yuanzheng roared in anger: "Are you saying that our esteemed sect leader, a master at the Mahayana stage with unparalleled swordsmanship in the cultivation world, was killed by a mere brat at the Divine Transformation Stage?"
The scout replied, "I only found out that our sect leader used the Peerless Killing Sword, and according to others' descriptions, that young man is Zhao Yang, who disappeared from the cultivation world for three years."
"Zhao Yang? The one who caused chaos in the Haotian Secret Realm? The same one who shone brilliantly during the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle and drew all of Central Sovereign's power to kill him like an ant?" Sidu Yuanzheng's voice was laced with disbelief and fury. "How could it be possible? A mere ant at the Divine Transformation Stage could not possibly kill the Sword Saint!"
"Why not? I have always said that anything is possible in the cultivation world. Lonely Junior Brother was too flamboyant and did not spare anyone in his rise to power. To kill a brat at the Divine Transformation Stage, he even resorted to using the Peerless Killing Sword." Suddenly, a slightly plump old man appeared in the Mystic Spirit Hall. His demeanor was carefree and unrestrained. Upon seeing him, everyone except for a few elders knelt down and bowed, saying, "We pay our respects to the Grand Elder."
This person was none other than Feng Qingyang, the Grand Elder of Azure Cloud Palace.
Sidu Yuanzheng also respectfully said, "Brother Feng."
Feng Qingyang waved his hand dismissively. "I have been in seclusion for fifty years and did not expect so many talented individuals to emerge in the cultivation world. The one who killed Lonely Junior Brother is no ordinary person; he likely has a powerful cultivation family backing him or possesses an extraordinary master from the Tribulation Period. Otherwise, even with heaven-defying cultivation and an innate Dao Artifact, it would be impossible for him to kill Lonely Junior Brother. Well then, I shall go take a look and see what kind of divine being is protecting him and resolve any future troubles."
Feng Qingyang finished speaking, leaving behind a phantom as he stepped out of the Azure Cloud Palace.
Upon hearing Feng Qingyang's words, Sidu Yuanzheng was overjoyed. He knew that Feng Qingyang's fifty years of secluded cultivation in the Azure Cloud Palace must have been successful.
"Congratulations, Elder! With your great achievement, you will surely achieve victory and unify the cultivation world in no time!"
"Great achievement, Elder! Victory awaits!"
Feng Qingyang had been in seclusion for fifty years at the Ancestral Land, and all the disciples had heard rumors about him. It was this person who had elevated the Azure Cloud Palace to the top position among the Five Great Sects!
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang had spent three days resting, solidifying his cultivation at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul Stage. He faintly sensed signs of a breakthrough to the mid-stage of Primordial Infant. At this moment, his Divine Sense allowed him to navigate his cultivation journey without any obstacles or bottlenecks; everything flowed naturally.
The Supreme Great Rejuvenation Pill he consumed did not truly enhance his cultivation by fifty years; it merely raised him to the mid-stage of Primordial Infant. Now, he could control the golden light within him. Following the route to the Zhao Clan Imperial Family's important location that Zhao Tianlang had informed him about, he arrived at a picturesque yet perilous place.
This place was called Taiyin Mountain, a small mountain range on the Five Elements Continent. It had long deterred many wandering heroes and cultivators due to its treacherous terrain. The mountain was shrouded in mist and miasma year-round, making it nearly impossible for cultivators to survive if they accidentally ventured in, resulting in very few visitors.
Such a perilous environment posed little difficulty for Zhao Yang; however, he grew increasingly alarmed as he walked deeper into Taiyin Mountain. From the moment he entered, he felt a Leyline flowing beneath his feet.
Leylines were something that practitioners of Yin-Yang techniques and geomancers dedicated their lives to studying because they could influence the fortunes of a sect. The Leyline here flowed like molten lava.
Zhao Yang's Divine Sense was extraordinarily strong, allowing him to easily perceive this phenomenon. Furthermore, his Martial Arts Heavenly Eye had begun to take shape, comparable to what Leyline practitioners achieved after decades of hard work. While he couldn't pinpoint dragon veins or burial sites, he could still discern the direction of the Leyline with a glance.
Looking up, Zhao Yang couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. Before him stood a massive palace, but through his eyes, it appeared as if the sky itself was ablaze—a scene reminiscent of a giant beast awakening from a ten-thousand-year slumber, ready to erupt at any moment.
“So much Leyline energy has gathered here, it must have been at least several hundred years. Most of the Earth Veins Spiritual Energy in the Cultivation world is likely concentrated here. No wonder the Heavenly Dao is suppressed. If there were two places like this, cultivators in the Cultivation world would probably be cut off from their paths forever; being able to establish a foundation in their lifetime would be a remarkable feat. It seems that the suppression of the Heavenly Dao is not merely a matter for my master, but rather for the Zhao Clan Imperial Family!” Zhao Yang couldn't help but be startled by his own discovery.
Zhao Yang felt a twinge of worry for his father and mother being here. Although the Zhao Clan Imperial Family was nominally his ancestral clan, he was after all someone who had crossed over from Earth and had little actual connection to them. Moreover, his father had transformed from an ordinary person into a Transcendence Stage Great Perfection powerhouse, which made him uneasy. The rapid increase in cultivation level was concerning; he understood the principle that extremes lead to reversals. Ji Wudao had only consumed a Dragon Pearl and barely transitioned from Divine Transformation Stage Great Perfection to the unstable initial phase of Tribulation Period. If his father were to become one of the top existences in the Cultivation world and inadvertently provoke a heavenly tribulation, could he survive it?
“Forget it, I’m already here; I’ll just take a look,” Zhao Yang decided as he pushed open the door. However, a powerful barrier suddenly emanated from the door before him, activating countless formations around him. Zhao Yang stepped back and used his Divine Sense to observe his surroundings. Only then did he realize that the Zhao Clan Imperial Family was far more complex than it appeared on the surface. Even an imperial clan that had existed for ten thousand years shouldn’t have such dense formations; there were formations at every step!
“What could cause the Zhao Clan Imperial Family to be so cautious? With such density of formations, even all the top formation masters in the world wouldn’t be able to detect them. One wrong step could lead to utter destruction. If it weren’t for my special Divine Sense, even a strong Divine Sense wouldn’t be able to uncover any anomalies here! This massive undertaking would be more than enough to deal with a Zhongzhou Dynasty; are they planning to unify the Cultivation world and make all races bow beneath their feet?”
Suddenly, Zhao Yang felt as if he were being watched, prompting him to withdraw his Divine Sense and cease his observations.
Inside the Zhao Clan Imperial Family, a middle-aged man dressed in a high-collared Silver Robe whispered to an elder seated before him, “Elder Five, a young man has arrived at the entrance; he resembles that person and should be his son, but it seems he has discovered something.”
The man referred to as Elder Five snorted lightly and said, “Jin'er, you are being overly suspicious. Even if he is just the son of two country bumpkins, or even if he’s related to those rumors about Consort of Rain and Central Sovereign—none of them could possibly uncover the secrets of my Zhao Clan Imperial Family.”
“Indeed, Jin'er is overthinking it.”
Zhao Jin, the middle-aged man, firmly believed Elder Five's words. He nodded and began to step back when Elder Five called out to him, “Check if his bloodline belongs to my Zhao Clan Imperial Family. If there’s any impersonation, kill him on the spot. Times have changed; we must avoid unnecessary complications.”
“Yes,” Zhao Jin replied obediently as he exited from the grand hall into a side chamber.
In the resplendent hall sat an elder whose body resembled white jade. His hair was snow-white, and everything about him was white—even his pupils shone white as if infused with divine energy, merging with heaven itself.
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