The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 783 - 326: Turmoil in the Great Thousand World

Chapter 783: Chapter 326: Turmoil in the Great Thousand World

Pangu’s Great Thousand World, within Penglai Immortal Island which is as beautiful as a fairyland, sat the Wangshu Fairy, her brows as delicate as ink, her eyes bright, and her beauty reminiscent of a lotus flower emerging from the water. Alone in a small pavilion at the center of the Lotus Pond, there seemed to be a hint of worry on her flower-like face, as if burdened with concerns.

"Master’s Wife, are you thinking of Master again?"

Suddenly, a voice as melodious as a hundred birds chirping came through, and a peerless beauty dressed in a holy, snow-white skirt, her black hair flowing with the breeze, approached lightly from above the Lotus Pond with a grace that defied description.

Wangshu raised her head slightly and glanced at the approaching Yulian Fairy and said, "Lian’er, just now my heart suddenly felt a strong throbbing. Has something happened to your Master?"

Yulian Fairy’s brows furrowed slightly, and in a gentle voice, she said, "Master’s Wife, you are overthinking it! With Master’s cultivation level, not to mention the Three Pure Ones, even Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun couldn’t easily defeat Master. Master will be fine. Please, be at ease, Master’s Wife!"

"That’s true!" Wangshu’s spirits lifted, and her smile blossomed radiantly, outshining all the flowers around.

...

East Kunlun Mountain, within Yuxu Palace, behind the Three Pure Ones Hall.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who sat alone on a high platform with his mind wandering beyond the skies, suddenly opened his eyes, and two brilliant flashes of green light disappeared from his pupils.

He furrowed his brow and muttered softly, "What is the cause of this inexplicable palpitation?"

As he spoke, Yuanshi Tianzun’s hands began to move, the mighty Saintly Pressure surging tumultuously, erupting from his slightly frail body.

The resplendent Yuqing True Essence flowed out from his fingertips, slowly coalescing into mysterious Tao Runes and imprinting into the Cangqiong.

"Whoosh!"

The vast Power of Heaven descended upon the world, and a grand river of Space Rules appeared within the Yuqing Hall of Yuxu Palace.

Without hesitation, Yuanshi Tianzun’s Primordial Spirit leapt out, diving into the river of Space Rules, following the long and perilous Path to Heaven that stretched west from Wanling Pass.

Time-Space Storms, venturing into the Fire Origin Realm, breaking through the Endless Buddha Realm... A series of somewhat blurry scenes appeared before Yuanshi Tianzun’s eyes, while his fleshly body became increasingly frail, his originally lustrous complexion now pale as paper. Drops of murky sweat cascaded down like a waterfall.

When Yuanshi Tianzun’s Primordial Spirit journeyed to Scorpion City, he could no longer hold on. A bright red blood gushed from his mouth, the river of Space Rules quaked tremendously, flinging Yuanshi Tianzun’s Primordial Spirit out.

"Pfft!"

The body of Yuanshi Tianzun, injured in spirit, trembled, and another mouthful of blood was sprayed out, causing a fist-sized hole to appear in the void of the great hall.

"Whoosh~~ Whoosh~~"

Two azure lights, one like floating clouds and the other like jade, sliced through the void, abruptly appearing in Yuxu Palace. The radiance slowly dissipated, revealing the figures of Taiching Laozi and Shangqing Tongtian Sect Hierarch.

"Little Brother (Elder Brother), what has happened to you?" Laozi and Tongtian looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with concern and asked, "Just now, a surge of Space Rule Power suddenly rose from your palace. We were only a step behind; what exactly has happened?"

Yuanshi Tianzun’s complexion was pale, devoid of any color. He forced a difficult smile and said, "It’s nothing! Just now, an inexplicable throbbing rose in my heart, worrying that Qingmingzi and the others were in trouble. Therefore, I tried to forcibly activate the Space Rules to observe their trajectory. However, ultimately due to insufficient True Essence and an incomplete understanding of Space Rules, the effort fell short!"

"What? Forcibly activating the power of Space Rules?" The Tongtian Sect Leader jumped up and yelled loudly, "Brother, have you lost your mind? You only have control over a tenth of the Space Rules. Forcing it could end with your death and the demise of your Dao!"

"Enough!" Yuanshi Tianzun raised his hand to stop Tongtian and said, "I am well aware of my own body. Nevertheless, this attempt has not been without its gains!"

"Oh? What gains?" Laozi was much more composed, after all, he cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness, and although the arrival of Li Qingming caused everything to dramatically change, Laozi’s essence of enlightenment had not been altered.

Yuanshi Tianzun took a moment to recover and then said, "After Qingmingzi and the others set out from Wanling Pass, they first encountered a Space-Time Storm, and then they entered the first Central Heaven World... Qingmingzi fought the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons alone. Although the vision ended abrupt there, I believe Qingmingzi must have been victorious!"

After listening to Yuanshi Tianzun’s narration, Laozi and the Tongtian Sect Leader looked at each other in shock; they hadn’t expected Li Qingming and company’s journey to be so fraught with danger—many of the great powers surpassed the strength of Pangu’s Great Thousand World.

"Then, how long before Qingmingzi and the others return?" The Tongtian Sect Leader asked the question of greatest concern.

Yuanshi Tianzun waved his hand slightly and said with a wry smile, "Judging by the most recent trajectory, at least five hundred more years!"

"Five hundred years, five hundred is enough!" Hearing this, Laozi gently stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

"Hum!"

At this moment, a terrifying Heavenly Dao Pressure descended from the sky, followed by a somewhat aged voice:

"All Saints, hasten to Zixiao Palace!"

"Huh?"

The Three Pure Ones exchanged puzzled glances.

"Elder Brother, has it only been a thousand years since Qingmingzi and the others left?" Tongtian rubbed his hands together and said, "Why, just after a little over a thousand years, is Master so eager for us to go to Zixiao Palace? Could it really be that something has happened?"

"Alright, Do not engage in baseless speculation; we will know once we get there!" Laozi shook his head, turned, and drifted towards the lofty Nine Heavens.

Meanwhile, Nuwa Palace, Earthly Palace of Peace, Wuzhuang Temple, Blood Sea Netherworld Palace, Western Great Leiyin Temple, and even Penglai Island all received Hong Jun’s summons. All Saints were on the move, racing towards the depths of the chaotic Nine Heavens.

In the deep void of the desolate and mysterious universes, the Zixiao Palace remained ethereal and unreachable.

The third-generation child gatekeeper who took over Yaoji’s duties was standing by the entrance of Zixiao Palace early on, with an intentionally indifferent expression on his rosy cheeks.

The child saw so many Saints and did not show the slightest timidity. He saluted them and said, "Honored Saints, the Taoist Ancestor has been waiting inside the palace for a long time; please make your way in!"

The Saints were already accustomed to this and quickly exchanged greetings with the child before stepping into Zixiao Palace.

At this moment, other than Hong Jun, Yang Mei, and Xuanhu, there were others in the Zixiao Palace.

These people were divided into two groups; one group had roughly five hundred people, with the thirteen leading figures wearing golden robes, embroidered with the landscapes of the earth on their hems, and the richness of the Blood Qi they emitted was comparable to that of Ancestor Witches. Behind them, soldiers dressed in black armor stood in respectful attendance.

The other group was significantly larger, consisting of people dressed in moon-white Scholar Robes, with long hair flowing over their shoulders, a full aura of scholars, numbering over ten thousand. They were all kneeling in a respectful manner behind a young man whose handsome and nearly demon-like appearance showed neither joy nor sorrow in his gaze. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)