Chapter 410 -287 Grotto Heaven Great Array_2
The grievances and complaints from the Beggar Immortal made Zhao Sheng’s heart tremble; however, Zhao Xuanjing acted as if he had heard nothing.
He revealed a slight smile, saluted the Beggar Immortal with his hands, and said, “Please wait for a moment, Senior. I will immediately take Qingyang to meet Master Xie.”
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the Beggar Immortal flashed, and he quickly replied, “Wait, I will join you. Having an old beggar with you might increase our chances.”
After hearing this, Zhao Xuanjing thought for a moment before nodding in agreement, “That’s also good. Senior, let us set off immediately.”
Further elaboration is unnecessary.
A moment later, Zhao Sheng and the other two flew twenty miles and arrived at the outskirts of Ghost Chi Cave Heaven.
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More than twenty years later, this place was still enveloped by thick clouds and mist.
Differently, the fierce birds and demon beasts within a few hundred miles had been eradicated, so the nearby cliffs were lifeless and devoid of any living creatures.
The three just reached the edge of the white mist.
Suddenly, two figures, one tall and one short, leaped out from the clouds, surrounded by circles of starlight that contained a thread of profound and unfathomable energy.
Zhao Sheng’s heart tightened: both of these individuals were Golden Core Masters, and their cultivation realms were likely above his own.
When the two saw the Beggar Immortal, their faces immediately turned as bitter as a gourd. They hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, begging, “Beggar Immortal Ancestor, you are magnanimous and generous, please spare us. Without a True Monarch’s token, we really can’t let you in.”
The Beggar Immortal chuckled, pointed at Zhao Xuanjing, and said with a laugh, “You two got the wrong person today. The main character today is not this old beggar, but this Fellow Daoist Xianglong.”
Upon hearing this, the shorter one became solemn and immediately bowed deeply in respect, saying, “So it is the Ksitigarbha Sect’s Ancestor Xianglong. I, Su Li, have met Senior. This is my junior brother, Zuo Xuan. Both of us belong to the Supreme Sensing Sect.”
“No need for excessive courtesy, please rise.”
Once the two stood up straight, Zhao Xuanjing explained his reason for coming: “Zhao seeks to visit Ghost Chi Cave urgently to meet the esteemed sect leader Master Xie. Please report on our behalf.”
“Please wait for a moment, Senior!”
After exchanging a glance, Su Li and the other made a brief apology and vanished back into the mist.
Shortly after, the two reappeared and quickly ushered Zhao Sheng and the others inside.
After a moment of disorientation, Zhao Sheng found himself back in Ghost Chi Cave Heaven.
Upon opening his eyes, he was instantly startled.
More than twenty years ago, this place was a desolate land, covered with ash and overgrown with weeds.
But now, this realm had undergone an almost revolutionary transformation.
Looking around, the ash and weeds had been cleared, replaced by large, smooth jade plates.
Countless jade plates filled the view, extending all the way to the ghost Chi Palace at the horizon’s end.
Moreover, each stone plate was engraved with ancient and intricate runes, emitting a faint spirit light.
In addition, tall spirit banners shimmering with flickering light stood at various places near and far, the banners depicting mountains, rivers, dragons, phoenixes, the sun, the moon, and other symbols of all things.
These spirit banners were placed throughout the entire Grotto Heaven, numbering in the thousands, and seemed to be closely interconnected.
Zhao Sheng followed silently behind everyone, his heart stirring with surging waves.
If he was not mistaken, the entire Ghost Chi Cave Heaven had been turned into an Array Base, meticulously arranged into an unimaginably grand Great Array by some lofty figure, using the terrain to its advantage.
In an instant, Zhao Sheng’s heart stirred.
He suddenly realized that this realm was more stable than when he had entered last time.
Throughout their flight, not a single space-time rift had been seen.
The journey of several miles passed in a blink.
The group arrived at the plaza in front of the Ghost Chi Palace.
At this moment, there were quite a few people on the plaza.
These individuals either possessed extraordinary demeanor, or concealed their depth like the Abyss Sea, or emanated tremendous pressure.
Some were talking to themselves, some were leisurely walking, and others were meditating with their eyes closed.
However, most were gathered in groups of threes or twos, earnestly discussing something.
Even though Zhao Sheng had been prepared, he was still greatly shocked by these individuals.
The rarely seen Golden Core Masters in the Cultivation World and the elusive Nascent Soul Ancestors were now casually visible all over this plaza.
“This… this is too exaggerated!” Zhao Sheng couldn’t help but exclaim in his heart.
Clearly, this plaza had become one of the most densely populated areas with high-end combat forces in the Tianzhu Realm.
Zhao Sheng consciously concealed his aura and followed the Beggar Immortal and Zhao Xuanjing through the plaza in a very low-key manner.
Despite this, he could still clearly sense the various meaningful gazes cast by the people around him.
Indeed, many Fellow Daoists had recognized the Beggar Immortal and Zhao Xuanjing, but for some reason, these figures chose not to approach them directly. Instead, they opted to greet them with Divine Sense communication.
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The few of them arrived in front of the palace’s main gate, where Su Li turned around with a serious face and said to Zhao Sheng and the others, “We can only escort you to here. Please go in. The True Monarch is inside.”
“Thank you,” Zhao Xuanjing nodded to them, then went forward, pushed open the gate, and walked into the palace with Zhao Sheng following closely behind.
Just then, the Beggar Immortal stopped at the door, waved his hand at the two, and said, “I’ll stay outside. You two go ahead. There are quite a few old friends here, and it’s a good opportunity for me to catch up.”
“Hmm,”
Zhao Sheng hummed in acknowledgment, nodded, and then stepped into the palace.
As he entered the grand hall, his eyes instinctively narrowed.
Before him, unexpectedly, was a garden vibrant with fresh grass and blue skies, babbling streams, and the fragrance of flowers and bird songs.