Chapter 1296: Chapter 499: The Daoist Ancestor Appears! Chen Mo: What Do You Mean by Letting Me Slay a Dragon?
Seeing that the others had no further objections, Chen Mo finally put away the Dao Fruit, and the strong pressure dissipated along with it.
The elders finally breathed a sigh of relief, many of their Daoist robes soaked with cold sweat. This aura shared the same origin with their Divine Soul, the kind of oppression that leaves no room for even the slightest thought of resistance.
Even Chen Mo himself hadn’t expected such a remarkable effect.
This Dao Fruit was condensed from the lifetime insights of the Daoist Ancestor, though he hadn’t yet unraveled its mysteries. However, possessing the Dao Power of Cause and Effect, it was quite effective for bluffing.
"Lord Chen, I have a question." An elder looked at him with eyes full of awe, cautiously inquired: "Our sect’s ancestor ascended a thousand years ago, how did you acquire his legacy?"
This was also the greatest puzzle everyone present had.
Could it be that besides Tianshu Pavilion, there are other places where the ancestral Dao tradition persists?
"This matter is hard to explain in a moment, the urgent task is to ensure the Daoist Venerable’s safety." Chen Mo did not answer, but gestured: "Where is the Forbidden Land, lead me there first."
At this time, everyone trusted his words about eighty to ninety percent. The Daoist Venerable is not only Tianshu Pavilion’s strongest force, but also everyone’s spiritual icon; were any accident truly to happen, it might shake the foundation of the sect.
Zhu Huai said: "Lord Chen, please follow me."
She led Chen Mo to the front of the Daoist Temple, the gray-blue tile eaves covered with thick black moss. The two crooked wooden doors, long since weathered, bore the marks of time’s erosion.
On the sides of the door hung decayed plaques, with barely distinguishable inscriptions:
[Speak no Dao here, do not ask secrets upon entry.]
Zhu Huai’s tone was somewhat heavy as she said: "This Daoist Temple is the so-called ’Daoist Forbidden Land’. None of us have ever entered, but according to the Venerable, as soon as you step past this door, it’s like entering another world where rules are chaotic, and all Daoist Skills and Divine Skills are ineffective, though one may have supreme cultivation, they become no different from a mortal. Lord Chen, please be very careful."
"I understand." Chen Mo nodded slightly.
At this moment, Ling Ningzhi grabbed his arm and said: "I will go with you."
Chen Mo shook his head and said: "It’s unclear what situation is inside now. Having you by my side will only distract me, besides, I have more important tasks for you."
With that, he took out a string of colorful tokens from his chest.
Xuan Ying, with sharp eyes, glimpsed a dark jade plate inscribed with the character "Martial" and involuntarily twitched her brow.
"This guy is actually a first-class Tributor of Martial Saint Mountain?"
"He sure learns a lot..."
Chen Mo took off the Purple Phoenix Order and handed it to Ling Ningzhi, saying: "If I have not emerged after twenty-four hours, take this to Frozen Sky Palace to find Her Majesty the Consort, tell her everything completely, she will find a way to save me."
Ling Ningzhi reached out to accept the Purple Phoenix Order.
Lowering her head, she silently paused, then ignored the elders’ curious looks and buried her head in his chest, muttering: "Lord, you must come out safely."
"Don’t worry, I’ve always had good luck. Besides, I haven’t given you a big chubby daughter yet, I can’t bear to die." Chen Mo gently ruffled her hair and said with a light smile.
Upon mentioning this again, Ling Ningzhi didn’t panic as before, biting her lip, she said: "Let Master witness it, pledge and vow at the ancestor’s shrine, then you can decide how many to have."
"No need, one is enough." Chen Mo said.
"Why?" Ling Ningzhi asked puzzled.
Chen Mo replied solemnly: "There are only two meals served, if taken both, what am I supposed to eat?"
Ling Ningzhi: "..."
Though their conversation was not loud, all present were Grandmaster Realm Great Powers, with sharp senses, naturally hearing everything clearly.
These elders cultivate the Forget Love Path, typically regard romantic feelings as snakes and scorpions, basically all were single since birth, never hearing such candid words before?
Elders like Zhu Huai, being older, having seen the world, could barely maintain composure, while the younger Daoist nuns were all blushing, ears burning as if aflame.
Beside, Xuan Ying’s face turned pale, she tightly gripped her horsetail whisk, yet had no recourse.
No choice, what else when one is "ancestor"?
"Daring to ask our sect’s leader to bear him children? And also wanting to compete for food with the child?"
"Such frivolous and reckless audacity, how did he obtain the Daoist Ancestor’s legacy? Why did the Venerable entrust the Divine Soul Origin to him?"
"Truly perplexing!"
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After reassuring Ling Ningzhi, Chen Mo turned and ascended the stone steps, arriving at the Daoist Temple door.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Inside was a desolate courtyard, bricks and stones overgrown with wild grass. In the center stood a cracked stone altar, filled with decaying leaves and dust, in the corner lay a rust-covered copper furnace.
Seemingly unremarkable, with no apparent abnormalities.
Step—
However, the moment Chen Mo stepped inside, the scenery before him suddenly altered.
The entire Daoist Temple collapsed and disintegrated, thick mist spread across, and the bricks underfoot transformed into dark red scorched earth, exuding an aura of desolation.
Where the eye could see was barren, soil buried countless skeletons and battered weapons, like an ancient battlefield long forgotten, still conveying the intensity of the past war.
"This is..."
Chen Mo felt inexplicably familiar with this place.
He carefully examined the skeletons below, both demons and humans, the eerie feeling intensified.
"The Human Demon battle, chaotic Dao principles, perception-blocking mist... nearly identical to Qingzhou Secret Realm!"
