Secret Buyer
Chapter 514 - 335: Subjugating the Northern Emperor, Seeking Audience (1/2)
Capital.
Chen Nuanyu clutched her heart, quietly standing at the inspection zone on the edge of the capital, an overwhelming sense of unease surging in her heart.
She softly asked:
"What’s happening...?"
The fellow cultivator accompanying her softly spoke:
"The Divine Mirror of Twin Lights, anyone entering the capital for the first time will be detected by it."
"Your cultivation, your past, will be partially reflected."
Seeing the astonishment on the girl’s face, the fellow cultivator lowered his voice:
"But rest assured, typically your cultivation is first reflected by the ’Demon Revealing Mirror’...for people like us with low cultivation, the ’High Heaven Mirror’ won’t reveal our past."
"After all, not even a Celestial Human, there’s no way to cause any trouble in the capital, not even a ripple."
Chen Nuanyu’s tense expression slightly relaxed. So that’s how it is.
But still...
She silently placed her hand over her heart again.
Inside, resides a group of Divine Spirits.
This feeling...isn’t very good.
It seems she is being used as some sort of special container, a kiln, nurturing those Divine Spirits.
Chen Nuanyu can clearly feel a certain trait of hers is continuously being lost—traits brought by that strand of Six Ding Divine Fire.
Sweat appeared on her palms, her body hair stood on end, and her toes tingled slightly.
From head to toe, she felt uncomfortable everywhere, a heaviness on her chest akin to a Giant Stone pressing down.
’Ding!’
The signal light of the guiding board turned green, the metallic barrier of the inspection zone slowly opened, and the fellow cultivator breathed a sigh of relief:
"We’ve all passed the check... let’s go."
"To the capital."
Chen Nuanyu followed behind him, cautiously stepping out of the inspection zone, crossing a massive bridge, and was stunned by the incredibly vast city before her eyes.
"Is this...a city?"
"Majestic, isn’t it?" The fellow cultivator said with a smile: "In fact, it’s more like a mountain, no, more like a towering pillar."
"That’s why we also call it Celestial Pillar City or Tianshan City."
"Of course, most people refer to it as—Celestial Capital!"
Chen Nuanyu did not reply, but just stared, dumbfounded at the magnificent scene before her.
Standing on this spot looking out, it doesn’t seem like a city.
More like a ’giant steel tree’ or a ’celestial pillar’, piercing through the clouds, connecting the earth and the Celestial Vault,
Countless buildings either stack vertically or wind upwards along a central pillar, forming a spiral,
The overall outline doesn’t appear to be a smooth cylinder, but a terrace-like structure, robust with a sense of power!
"The main body on which countless buildings depend...or should I say the trunk, what is it?" Chen Nuanyu asked intuitively.
The fellow cultivator shrugged, replied:
"It’s said to be something called ’Jianmu’, it sounds like a tree, but I’ve knocked on Jianmu’s shell before, its texture isn’t wood."
Chen Nuanyu licked her dry lips, her gaze still glued to this uniquely shaped city,
A vertical, spiraled, city clinging to the Jianmu...
For a long time.
Chen Nuanyu arduously withdrew her gaze, softly asking:
"Now, where are we going?"
"Going down below, to the bottom of the city." The fellow cultivator’s face showed a faint smile: "Rest for a while, then a significant figure will meet you."
"Who?" Chen Nuanyu asked instinctively.
"The Pope."
The fellow cultivator’s voice suddenly turned solemn and respectful, giving Chen Nuanyu a tingling sensation on her scalp.
Just like that, she was led into this column-shaped city known as Celestial Capital, to a modest inn located at the base of Jianmu.
Upon entering the room,
Chen Nuanyu sat uneasily on the bed, her heart tightening, pondering about the soon-to-arrive ’Pope of the Western Sect’,
and it was at this moment.
’Knock!!’
A gentle knocking sound echoed by her ears, and the girl abruptly jumped off the bed.
Here it comes!
It is—Celestial Venerate!
The tightness in her heart suddenly eased, and then she relaxed both her body and Soul Spirit, following that inexplicable guidance, upward, upward, and upward.
Similar scenes were happening elsewhere.
It’s the Buddha Son on the other end of Celestial Capital, it’s Shi Zhengyuan from the Golden Province, and also Shen Baobao deep within the Star Sea, studying an ancient relic...
And under the Other Shore World in Yin Chang’an.
A certain girl was still curling up in Yin Chang’an, tirelessly trying to communicate with a certain being through a sacrificial array,
While in the city, in the Taiji Hall.
’Knock!!’
A ripple spread out, the Northern Emperor suddenly looked at the High Heaven Order placed beside him.
"Summoning... who is summoning?"
The Northern Emperor raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, did not resist the summoning force, letting a wisp of his split consciousness be drawn upward, upward.
At first, it was a foggy scene before his eyes, unable to see even an inch away.
Then there was light, profound yellow light.
"Buzhou Mountain??"
The Northern Emperor raised an eyebrow, seeing a straight profound yellow waterfall, still ascending under the guidance of the summoning power.
Finally.
He reached the top of the profound yellow waterfall, standing on a section of white jade stairs, and above, was a grand, solemn Taoist Palace.
Eight Sceneries Palace.
The investigative look on Emperor Ziwei’s face vanished entirely, a tremor in his heart, suddenly silencing.
Vague silhouettes appeared, so dim that even he couldn’t see clearly.
Including himself, there were nine people.
"One is missing?" The Buddha Son looked around: "Who’s missing?"
Miss Mingyue shook her head, staring at an unfamiliar dark silhouette, softly spoke:
"No, two are missing."
"The sixth seat and the ninth seat are both gone."
All eyes turned towards the Northern Emperor.
.........
In the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Zhang Fusheng did not immediately open the door of the Taoist Palace, letting those waiting outside enter.