Chapter 559

Chapter 559: Winds Rise Over White Deer, Celestial Lord Linglong

The Qiankun divine ship traversed countless mountains and rivers, finally arriving at the White Deer Immortal Domain after two days.

The vast firmament held not a single star.

All manner of flying vessels and tower ships, like a thousand sails racing, sped towards the Qilin Mountain Range in Tianshui County.

"Hahaha…"

A hearty laugh rang out as a dragon-headed divine ship sailed towards the Qiankun divine ship. This vessel was forged in the shape of a dragon’s body and was itself a Celestial Lord treasure. Its aura was immensely powerful, yet carried a hint of ferocity.

The characters "无极 Wu Ji" (Limitless) were carved upon it.

"The Wu Ji Palace people…" Li Ruoyu’s eyebrows rose slightly.

"A pleasure to finally meet the renowned Senior Mu of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion! I’ve come especially to pay my respects!"

A man in green robes clasped his hands and bowed respectfully.

This man possessed the cultivation of a Celestial Lord, with a profound and deep foundation.

Behind the green-robed man stood numerous young Dao Sovereigns. Among them, one wore plain white robes, her clear, beautiful face turned upward, her features peerlessly lovely. She was none other than the Seventh Young Master.

Her own cultivation had also advanced to the level of a Two Tribulations Dao Sovereign.

Ever since the Young Masters ceased suppressing their cultivation, their accumulated power unleashed, their progress had been swift and remarkable.

"Greetings, Senior."

The Seventh Young Master curtsied.

Mu Fanyin’s gaze remained light as she spoke, "This grand assembly has been prepared by the Dao Clan for Luo Qianchen. Once you have observed the rites, I expect you will gain much insight."

The green-robed Celestial Lord wore an awkward expression.

The Seventh Young Master’s eyes were complex, filled with an indescribable emotion.

"Senior, we shall take our leave now." Unwilling to linger on the subject of Luo Qianchen, the green-robed Celestial Lord commanded the dragon-headed ship. It transformed into a streak of light and shot away.

"Is Great Celestial Lord Wuji perhaps not descending?" Li Ruoyu asked in surprise.

"They are all in the shadows."

Ye Li said lightly.

The opening of the Dao Clan’s ancestral land concerned Luo Qianchen, implicated the Hall Master of the Reincarnation Hall, and could very likely summon the legendary Reincarnation Heavenly Book. Who could possibly remain idle?

"Senior Mu!"

A familiar voice called out. The ancestral dragon led Suanni and a group of younger dragon clan members forward to pay their respects.

That unruly whelp is absent. Much more agreeable, the ancestral dragon thought inwardly.

"This junior reported all the specifics truthfully to Daoist Brother Chaos upon returning last time. He instructed this old dragon to convey to you, Senior, that on a certain day in the future, he will personally visit the Master."

Ye Li curled his lip.

People who spoke of ‘next time’ were highly unreliable.

Mu Fanyin gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

"Esteemed senior, this old dragon has received word that the Dao Clan opened the ancestral land all because of Luo Qianchen. Moreover, the Dao Clan seems intent on targeting the Hall Master of the Reincarnation Hall to eliminate potential threats for Luo Qianchen," the ancestral dragon probed cautiously. "I wonder if this news is reliable?"

Ye Li subconsciously wanted to demand more from the ancestral dragon.

But upon second thought, he wasn’t in the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

"It’s become a habit…" Ye Li murmured.

"The rules of the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, you understand them," Mu Fanyin said with a light laugh. "If you wish to know the answer, I can tell you, but it requires three hundred trillion divine stones."

"…"

The ancestral dragon’s cheek twitched.

Birds of a feather flock together.

The ancients did not deceive.

"Each darker than the last," the ancestral dragon inwardly spat.

He gave an awkward laugh. "This junior has another piece of news for the senior."

"People from the Luoshen Dynasty, Yuling Sect, Yin-Yang Dao Palace, Fangcun Mountain, the divine palace demon god, and the Immortal Sect of Ten Thousand Treasures have already reached Qilin Mountain Range…" The ancestral dragon’s gaze swept over Ye Li and the two others. "With their level of cultivation, trying to enter the Dao Clan’s ancestral land will likely be extremely perilous."

"Speak your mind," Mu Fanyin said impatiently.

The ancestral dragon continued, "If the senior does not mind, these three young friends could enter the Dao Clan’s ancestral land alongside the descendants of the Dragon Palace. That way, we could look out for each other."

Ye Li’s expression turned strange.

Was the ancestral dragon trying to gain favor with the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?

Was this the Chaotic Ancient God’s intention?

"Young dragons," the ancestral dragon solemnly added, "Esteemed senior, you are also aware, the followers under Brother Chaos are not limited to just this old dragon’s branch…"

"Elder Dragon King, let us cease this talk of taking care of us."

Ye Li stated, "Our Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is peerless in this world; how could we accept protection from others?"

"Even in death, it should be with grandeur."

Li Ruoyu’s heart pounded fiercely; for a moment he couldn’t tell if Ye Li was serious or joking. He swiftly transmitted a voice message, "Brother Ye, you’re not joking, are you?"

"Absolutely not."

Ye Li replied via voice transmission, "Once inside the Dao Clan’s ancestral land, watch me perform."

"This young friend looks unfamiliar; is he also from the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?" A flicker of displeasure crossed the ancestral dragon’s face.

Ye Li nodded.

"Since the young friend possesses such confidence, this old dragon shall trouble you no further."

The ancestral dragon took his leave and departed, leading the dragon clan away.

"Transmit my order to all descendants."

The ancestral dragon commanded via voice transmission, "Once inside the Dao Clan’s ancestral land, upon seeing that boy, give him a proper lesson. But grasp the measure well—don’t let him die, but don’t make his life easy either."

"Son Suanni obeys!" came the transmission reply.

Suanni instantly understood.

He had arrived.

On this side, the divine ship sailed out from among the clouds and seas, and one could see an immortal light surging high to connect heaven and earth, swirling with Great Dao Symbols, while an enigmatic sound of the Dao echoed across the sky.

Only when close could the marvel of the immortal light be perceived.

The immortal light flowed mistily, and a seven-colored altar floated within it.

The altar resembled a seven-pointed star totem, with six young men and women standing at its points, and one more person wore a white robe and held a divine staff, who was unmistakably Luo Qinchuan.

The seven people had their eyes slightly closed, seeming asleep yet not asleep.

They appeared to be waiting for an opportunity.

"That altar is a good thing," Mu Fanyin said.

"A good thing?"

Ye Li perked up, "Could it be an epoch treasure?"

Mu Fanyin nodded gently and said, "This altar was likely forged by the first generation of the Dao Clan and has endured eight epochs, impervious to myriad calamities."

Ye Li’s eyes grew fervent.

Truly commendable as one of the Three Ancient Clans.

"Should have asked for more…" Ye Li regretted profoundly.

He had underestimated the foundation of the Dao Clan and also underestimated the ancestral land’s pull on the Dao Clan.

The divine ship hovered in mid-air.

All around, the palace ships and starships of various factions floated silently, with powerful auras concealed on the starships and ships, lying dormant.

To the southwest, starships formed a camp-like stretch, extending far and wide.

Ye Li spotted a royal banner.

Luoshen.

The starship of the Luoshen Dynasty boasted nine full layers, each condensed from ninety-nine kinds of Great Dao, with Dao rhythms flowing, profoundly mystical in every aspect, fully showcasing the heritage of the Luoshen Dynasty.

This lineage clearly revolved around the Luoshen Dynasty.

Just as Ye Li glanced at the Luoshen Dynasty, a woman on the starship looked toward them.

This woman was peerlessly beautiful, her black hair tied high in a bun, with a dignified and sacred aura.

She was not Luoshen.

However, her presence was not one whit inferior to Luoshen’s.

"The Luoshen Dynasty has two Great Celestial Lords, one is Luoshen, and the other is Linglong," Mu Fanyin remarked lightly, "that woman over there must be Linglong."

"Rumors say her cultivation technique is highly peculiar; once she consummates a marriage, seventy percent of her cultivation would transfer to the person she fancies."

"Little fellow, are you interested?"

Mu Fanyin gazed at Ye Li and teased.

Ye Li’s handsome face flushed red, "Senior, please don’t joke about this."

He secretly stole a glance at Celestial Lord Linglong.

The woman was very beautiful, equally matched with Mu Fanyin and Lin Qianmo.

A strange light flashed in Li Ruoyu’s eyes.

"Truly, such a technique exists in the world?" Li Ruoyu exclaimed in astonishment.

If it was indeed as Mu Fanyin described, once Celestial Lord Linglong consummated a marriage, wouldn’t her lifetime of arduous cultivation all serve as a dowry for another?

"Wait a moment…"

Li Ruoyu’s expression shifted, "Senior, how do you know all this so clearly?"

Such a secret matter, Celestial Lord Linglong would never spread lightly.

After all.

Even if she sought a beloved, it would be mutual affection.

If the flaws in her technique became known, it might provoke covetous desires in others.

Be aware that where interests are involved, feelings and friendships are highly likely to sour.

Li Ruoyu, as a Heavenly Emperor of the Lower World ruling his domain, understood well the treacherous nature of hearts.

Ye Li was also intensely curious, half-jesting and half-serious as he said, "Senior, wasn’t this technique pioneered by you?"