Chapter 1737: Chapter 827: The Immortal Sect...Opens!

Sima Yuande’s death was met with Feiyuan Daoren’s indifferent gaze. To him, Sima Yuande’s worth had already been exhausted, and living on was actually an obstacle.

Because.... one cannot simply ascend to the Immortal Domain at will; resources are fixed, and naturally, the spots are limited. If one fewer person goes to take a share, wouldn’t he gain more?

Of course, this was merely one of his thoughts.

The true reason that prompted his action was because of the Buddha of Spirit Mountain. Sima Ke had grievances with Spirit Mountain, and the faction within the Immortal Domain that Sima Yuande aligned with also opposed the Buddhist sect.

These various reasons were why he chose to let things take their course.

His strength was not formidable, merely of a Half-Immortal Realm; stepping into the Six Realms was difficult, but in his hands, he held the Qi Fortune that Spirit Mountain had accumulated over many years, no weaker than the Great Jin’s national fortune.

Enough to open the Immortal Sect!

Sima Yuande’s plot did not succeed; his underestimation of Chen Yuan led to an inability to mobilize the national fortune, which invited disaster upon himself. Feiyuan Daoren felt that Sima Yuande had only himself to blame for his stupidity.

As for now, it was time to open the Immortal Sect.

Chen Yuan was an extremely massive threat, even reminding him of the past Grand Ancestor of Chu. The Immortal Domain would certainly not tolerate the emergence of a second Grand Ancestor of Chu.

Otherwise, why else would the heavens be sealed and the earth locked, rendering the rules obscure?

Otherwise, why was it that between the founding of Great Jin and Great Chu, hardly any Immortals emerged in the Central Plains? Everything... was the Immortal Domain scheming in the shadows.

It was all to rear the Human World.

Kunlun Mountain and Spirit Mountain were the main forces severing the Immortal Path to the Human World. Of course, there were also reasons relating to Heaven and Earth, but it seemed that the extreme leads to the opposite effect; before the founding of Great Jin, hardly anyone broke through to become a Human Immortal.

Yet as Heaven and Earth gradually became murky, geniuses like Moluo, Heavenly Master of Wudang Mountain, and Chen Yuan emerged, resisting the pressure of Heaven and Earth, achieving immortality against the odds.

This effect was even weaker than before....

Now, Chen Yuan’s momentum was unstoppable; with the exception of the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions, there was no other rival in the Central Plains’ Thirteen States, poised to seize this opportunity, worship the heavens and earth, and ascend to the position of Human Emperor.

If action is not taken now to stop him, when the Immortal Domain descends, it will certainly incite the wrath of the Immortal Venerable. By then.... his dream of becoming an immortal could turn into a bubble.

It cannot... wait any longer!

Feiyuan Daoren murmured incantations, as a Dao Rhythm gradually began to permeate around him. His gaze focused, he used Rule Power to ignite the incense formed by the Qi Fortune of Spirit Mountain.

Holding three sticks of incense, he bent to bow facing Heaven and Earth, and solemnly said:

"The changing of Heaven and Earth, signs of the end of chaos in the Human World, I, disciple Feiyuan of Kunlun Mountain, daringly open the Immortal Sect ahead of time, respectfully inviting the Supreme Immortal Venerable to descend to the Human World!!!"

As his words fell, the three sticks of incense instantly disintegrated, transforming into three surging streams of light, directly soaring into the sky.

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Within Divine Capital City, Chen Yuan and others were still unaware of Feiyuan Daoren’s actions, for in his eyes, Feiyuan Daoren, who hadn’t even reached the Six Realms, simply wasn’t considered an opponent.

Only the Grand Ancestor Sima Yuande was.

Since he had vanished after the last battle at Purple Gold Mountain, he was easily overlooked. Additionally, even if he remembered, it would be of no use since he wasn’t aware of Feiyuan Daoren’s location.

At this moment, Chen Yuan was being escorted toward the Imperial City, contemplating swiftly ascending the throne, worshiping Heaven and Earth, and accomplishing the role of Human Emperor, while also contemplating when to go to Bing State to seize his opportunity.

Part of his spirit was also thinking about Princess Pingyang. Although Chen Yuan was aware of some of her thoughts, he hadn’t expected her to assertively express the desire to become a Noble Consort, change her name and identity, and enter the palace deeply afterward.

Moreover.... she didn’t seem to care about Empress Dowager Yang also becoming Chen Yuan’s woman.

This.... this... this....

Which official could withstand such a test....

Sima Ke, holding the reins of a horse, had a momentary stiff expression on his face, but quickly concealed it. It wasn’t his concern, nor was it something he could handle; he even somewhat welcomed the development.

He had intended to build connections before, but unfortunately didn’t succeed. Unexpectedly, a breakthrough emerged, returning to the past matter.

With the Empress Mother and the Imperial Sister whispering in Chen Yuan’s ear, the possibility of intrigue had been minimized.

"Greetings to King Yan!"

"Greetings to King Yan...."

On both sides of the avenue, countless court nobles knelt on the ground, inevitably with apprehension, knowing they were often targets for purges during a change in dynasty.

Even those who had long been secretly connected with the Yan Army couldn’t make it public.

Further away, countless commoners, either voluntarily or forcibly, had gathered along the streets, pressing their heads to the ground, not daring to speak.

Wherever he passed, all submitted.

Even within Chen Yuan’s usually calm heart, a slight surge of heroism rose. Years of patience finally paid off today, achieving success against all odds.

The spirited horse slowly advanced, and as Chen Yuan inspected, various divisions of the Yan Army had basically taken control of all key areas of Divine Capital City, with Black Dragon Banners of the Yan Army visible everywhere.

Some were flags raised independently by officials.

The carriage continued forward, and before long, it reached near the Imperial City. His gaze instantly fell upon his former residence, Duke Wu’an Mansion.

In his eyes, there was a sense of reminiscence.

Besides, he also saw a graceful beauty, shrouded in a black veil, leaning by the mansion, her eyes intensely watching him, and their gazes met.