Chapter 1147: 453: Three Supreme Daoists of the New Realm!
Confined in the Heavenly Prison_2 Chapter 1147: 453: Three Supreme Daoists of the New Realm!
Confined in the Heavenly Prison_2 On the ancient, simple trunk of the gigantic tree, the visage of an old man, filled with wrinkles, appeared—his expression brimming with sorrow.
“Phoenix Cry, that old friend from the ancient region of your past, has long since passed away, leaving behind only a few restless obsessions.”
If these obsessions can resolve themselves, they will yield a righteous fruit.
If not, yet forced into resolution, they will surely result in evil consequences.
The matters of the Ancient Region should conclude within Itself, and should the Tribulation Force arise, it would be borne by the Ancient Region itself.
Should you, as the Supreme Daoist, intervene, would it not mean incorporating the karma of the Ancient Region into the New Realm?”
“Even so, it does not mean you, Great Enlightenment Venerable, can scheme and manipulate against me.”
Phoenix Cry’s eyes turned bitterly cold, about to speak when suddenly her gaze shifted, directing toward the distant void with a grave look.
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“Universe Daoist, after such a long seclusion, you also came to join the excitement today?”
If the Great Enlightenment Venerable was known for his long life, I am the first of Kunwu Giant Tree that bore fruits in the New Realm, unfathomable in depth.
Then the Universe Daoist, even more unfathomable, for he had attained the proof of Supreme Daoist when the New Realm was born, and the birth of the New Realm seemed to be greatly associated with him, a life existing since the New Realm was still a chaotic blur.
At that moment, a deep and mysterious Dao tone came from the depths of the void, falling into the spirit of Phoenix Cry.
Great sounds in subtlety.
This Dao tone, only truly heard by Great Enlightenment Venerable and Phoenix Cry Dao Monument.
Hearing this tone, some of the chill in Phoenix Cry Dao Monument’s eyes diminished, she glanced back at the Heavenly Immortal World’s Immortal’s gateway, which had completely collapsed and gradually faded, shaking her head, letting go of the slight unrealistic obsession she held for that person.
Mo Luo is wild, tyrannical, biased, and quick to anger.
Buddha Trick is insidious, suspicious, and lacks decisiveness.
After all, none were that person, the grand aspirations of the past unachievable again.
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Inside the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm.
Mountains and rivers had largely collapsed, the earth cracked open, and what were once lush forests had now become slender, weak trees standing with sparse leaves that emitted mournful sounds in the wind.
The desert, where once the Palace of the Fairy King stood, had now turned into a sea of fiery red magma, flowing slowly, emitting sizzling sounds, while the air was filled with the heat of molten lava.
The Palace of the Fairy King was like a small island situated in this sea of magma, topped with layers of ominous clouds pulsing with the flashes of insane lightning.
An intense and manic will of the Heavenly Dao still wandered within the mansion, disseminating waves of terrifying aura that intimidated all directions.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Spiritual Lights swiftly arrived from all directions, piercing through the sky.
Gradually converging together, they floated midair, revealing figures such as Su Yanyan, Xuanchenniao, and Qiao Zhaoxian, among many Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
Everyone looked at the apocalyptic lava-like scene before them, their expressions changing dramatically.
Especially feeling the air carrying oppressive and terrifying Daoist Charm fluctuations, everyone felt as though their clothing was about to ignite, their skin burning hot, their spirits tensely on the verge of madness.
“Junior Brother…”
Su Yanyan’s eyes flitted anxiously, unable to sense Chen Dengming’s aura, her heart gripped with intense unease, wanting to approach the Palace of the Fairy King but was immediately blocked by Xuanchenniao.
“Sister Su, we mustn’t act rashly,”
Xuanchenniao frowned, “This place is saturated with the will of the Insane Heavenly Dao and enveloped with ancient Tribulation Forces not yet dispersed, fraught with dangers.
Any provocation could mean that even if someone has survived within the Palace of the Fairy King, their chances are slim.”
After Xuanchenniao spoke, Su Yanyan quickly calmed down, although still immensely worried, she knew not to act hastily in this situation.
Just as everyone was at a loss, a faint voice suddenly resonated between the spirits of Xuanchenniao, Su Yanyan, and Qiao Zhaoxian.
“I remain unharmed for now, Lu Daoyou has sacrificed, and Nephew Chen’s status is currently unknown.
You must not approach the Palace of the Fairy King recklessly, or even I will struggle to escape,”
“Ancestor.”
“Senior Qu!”
Xuanchenniao and Qiao Zhaoxian both revitalized in spirit, their hearts sinking immediately afterward, realizing the severity of the situation, understanding that even the Longevity Taoist Lord had sacrificed, and their own Ancestor was now struggling to free himself.
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Su Yanyan’s beautifully distressed face turned somber, her eyes misty, grief-stricken at the thought that her Ancestor Lu Xiucheng had sacrificed and the capable Brother Chen’s life and death were unknown—it was too much, and she could not help but be on the verge of tears.
“Old Chen…” Qiao Zhaoxian stared blankly toward the Palace of the Fairy King; he too couldn’t help feeling melancholic and could only silently pray for the divine protection of the lucky.
At that moment, a sudden sound of a deer cry came from behind.
As everyone turned around that instant, they saw a scorched, tattered Giant Deer Robe rushing towards them, with several Storage Bags hanging at its belt.
In a moment of illusion, they thought they saw the figure of Chen Dengming flying toward them.
Upon closer inspection, they realized it was just an Artifact Spirit in an empty robe.
Xuanchenniao was about to prevent the Giant Deer from approaching the Palace of the Fairy King when, unexpectedly, the deer also being sentient, glanced sideways at the group, its evil deer eyes glaring at the Palace of the Fairy King while it snorted through its nose, shaking its head and sniffing, appearing to lament and sigh as well.
Qiao Zhaoxian looked at the disheartened Su Yanyan, comforting her, “Senior Sister Su, look, Old Chen’s robe has even come back on its own, this robe is sentient, I believe Old Chen must be unharmed, just temporarily out of touch.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Giant Deer suddenly snorted loudly, disdainfully glaring at Qiao Zhaoxian, then gestured towards its scorched and frightening muscles, shook its head and waved its hands, sighed, and then, hands behind its back, walked away, its figure somewhat desolate for a moment.