Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 611 - 381: Preset Battlefield

Chapter 611 -381: Preset Battlefield

As Zhao Sheng was about to arrive in Hezhou, in the central area of Cang Province, a majestic and imposing mountain peak stood resolutely atop the clouds. Wrapped in spirit clouds, a succession of Spirit Palace Treasure Halls cascaded down the mountain, grand and magnificent.

Known as Tao Reverence Peak, this mountain served as the headquarters of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Over ten thousand years of ceaseless sacrificial refining by the Heavenly Dao Sect had transformed it into an unimaginably powerful treasure, proclaimed as the never-falling Divine Peak.

Surrounding Tao Reverence Peak, the Cloud Sea floated, with golden Divine Temples encircled by streaks of golden rainbow light emanating from the peak, forming golden rings that interconnected and enveloped all the temples. Sacred Sounds of profound mystery reverberated between the Heavenly Vault and the Cloud Sea, inspiring awe in all who heard them.

Golden light illuminated all, and the Cloud Sea churned.

At the top of Tao Reverence Peak, a towering golden Taoist Palace stood majestically.

This Taoist Palace, a hundred meters tall and completely golden, appeared to have been cast from Mao Day Gold Essence, exuding a water-like golden light that permeated the air with a subtle aura of command.

In front of the Taoist Palace hung a huge golden plaque inscribed with the words “Tao Reverence.”

Suddenly, the plaza in front of the Tao Reverence Palace, paved with top-grade Spirit Jade, burst into brilliant light, revealing ancient runes that coalesced into a white Array.

Inside the Array, light flowed and rings of runes ascended in spirals, and the next moment, a figure emerged. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

A middle-aged Taoist with a dignified face and a robust physique hurriedly stepped out of the Array and soared to the front of the Taoist Palace, taking a deep breath.

Just then, the great doors of the Taoist Palace swung open without a breeze, and a swath of soft golden light streamed out from within.

Mu Gongyang took another deep breath, straightened his disheveled robe, and solemnly walked into the Taoist Palace with a new robe in hand.

Upon passing through the palace gates, Mu Gongyang lowered his gaze and stood modestly, but his Divine Thought was already passing through the neatly arranged Golden Dragon Pillars on either side, glimpsing the large golden figure seated at the end of the hall.

He was a middle-aged man of immense stature, resembling The Immortal of Colossal Spirit.

This individual wore a golden crown and had features so handsome that they were perfect, as if a Demi-God had descended to the mundane world.

Yet, a boundless authoritative presence emanated from him, as if he were a supreme Divine Spirit, before whom all could only submit.

“Respected Master!” Mu Gongyang bowed deeply with utmost reverence toward the man in the golden robe.

The current Sect leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Emperor Yi, waved his hand casually and spoke in a deep voice, “Gongyang, has something happened over at the Wuzhou Sea?”

With just those words, sweat immediately formed on Mu Gongyang’s forehead, and he felt a chill in his heart.

The current Sect leader was terrifying, so terrifying that even Mu Gongyang, the Sky Patrol Palace Master, trembled in his presence.

The Sky Patrol Hall was responsible for gathering intelligence and overseeing the affairs of the world within the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Logically, Mu Gongyang should have been the most informed within the Heavenly Dao Sect, yet he knew that the Sect leader had even more frightening channels of information beyond the Sky Patrol Hall.

Mu Gongyang had faintly heard an unverifiable rumor that all the “Divine Spirits” under heaven served as the Sect leader’s eyes and ears.

Although the rumor seemed unconfirmable, the fact that the Sect leader heard news sooner than him was solid.

“Yes.”

After this thought passed, Mu Gongyang quickly responded and immediately produced a black and red scroll, gently sending it flying.

The scroll gracefully landed in Emperor Yi’s hand. He did not even glance at it, but with a flick of his wrist, countless dazzling golden lights converged out of thin air, instantly transforming into a large golden mirror.

With a “hum,” the mirror’s glow surged, and thereafter numerous scenes appeared in succession.

If Zhao Sheng had been there, he would have been greatly surprised, for all the images were of him, from his enrollment in the Taoist Register, his teenage years at the Soul Comforting Temple, through his decades as a Prison Guard, to his discipleship under Que Yue, the hard cultivation at the Wanhua Heavenly Mansion, and the last scene featuring Zhao Sheng flying into the Qiu Ling Secret Realm.

Zhao Sheng’s earlier images were few, but since revealing his cultivation and becoming a disciple of Que Yue, the information about him had exploded exponentially.

Looking at the plain young figure in the images, Emperor Yi remained expressionless, though his gaze flickered slightly when the scene of Zhao Sheng sparring with Hong Qingqiu and others appeared.

After viewing, Emperor Yi nodded slightly but did not look towards Mu Gongyang, closing his eyes slightly, as if feigning sleep.

Mu Gongyang silently kept his head bowed and stood below without speaking.

A moment later, a detached and authoritative voice rose from within the hall, “Gongyang, summon the current Daoist Masters of the Four Sects and the Four Directions Emperors present in the main temple to the Tao Reverence Palace.”

“Yes!” Mu Gongyang promptly responded, then became a beam of light and flew away from the hall.

Shortly after, within a grand hall in the Tao Reverence Palace, the space was vast and empty, with no furnishings, supported only by the Golden Dragon Pillars on either side.

Within the hall, enormous golden Magic Platforms levitated in the air, upon counting, there were as many as nine.

At the moment, only a few groups of spirit light enveloped figures were present on the Magic Platforms.

The one seated on the lowest Magic Platform was a woman of stunning beauty and ethereal demeanor, yet her complexion was pale as if severely ill.

Despite appearing as a sick beauty, she was the current Master of the Seeking Dao Lineage of the Heavenly Dao Four Sects, already reaching the limits of Nascent Soul Perfection.

On her left, on the third Magic Platform, an old man with a bizarre appearance had his eyes tightly shut, his expression extremely stern. His face was startlingly half-black and half-white, the black half fierce like a demon, while the white half was holy and compassionate, dignified and solemn.