Chapter 76
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Chapter 76: Utterly Reckless and Clueless of Danger
Though Qin Zhongdao was dead, Gui Qinghe felt not a shred of happiness.
He looked at Great Sage Xue, puzzled, "Senior Brother, why didn’t you stop him from sending the message?"
Earlier, when Great Sage Xue hadn’t immediately delivered a killing blow, Qin Zhongdao had used the delay to employ primordial spirit transmission, sending news of the events on Xuan Gui Island back to the True Martial God Sect.
Their act of murder was already exposed.
A mysterious smile played on Great Sage Xue’s lips. "The True Martial God Sect and our Taoist Sect are ancestral enemies. Even if they know it was us, do you truly believe they’d dare mount an assault on the Taoist Sect?"
Gui Qinghe’s eyelids twitched, his expression shaken with enormous shock. "Senior Brother, you…!"
He had guessed Great Sage Xue’s intention.
Redirect the disaster eastward.
The True Martial God Sect was known for its vindictiveness. The death of Qin Zhongdao, coupled with the fact that Heaven’s Secret Pavilion had leaked the information, plus the death of Saint Ziyang – inevitably, the True Martial God Sect would not let this rest.
"A Heaven’s Secret Pavilion that has appeared out of nowhere, no matter how miraculous, is a thorn in the eye," Great Sage Xue said softly. "Junior Brother, knowing the True Martial God Sect as I do, they will surely attack Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
"When that time comes, whether Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is truly formidable or just posing, its true nature will be exposed."
"If it truly is a tiger… well, that will be the True Martial God Sect’s misfortune, nothing to do with us."
A complex expression crossed Gui Qinghe’s face.
He had never considered scheming against Heaven’s Secret Pavilion before. But when considered from the perspective of the Sect’s interests, Great Sage Xue’s approach was indeed flawlessly sound.
With Qin Zhongdao fallen, the Myriad Phenomena Saint trembled in fright.
He had just entered the Sea of All Realms when he witnessed the slaying of a cultivator who had reached the Perfected Saint King level. The Sea of All Realms was perilous and unfathomable; the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion had not deceived him.
As for the secretive conversation between the two, the Myriad Phenomena Saint hadn’t heard it.
He stayed dutifully where he was, not daring to make any other movements.
The immortal crane sped onwards. Great Sage Xue and Gui Qinghe flew deeper into the Sea of All Realms, paying the Myriad Phenomena Saint no heed.
The Myriad Phenomena Saint exhaled a long sigh of relief in his heart and continued sitting cross-legged, concentrating on his meditation and healing.
…
Central Continent, True Martial God Sect.
Upon a majestic and imposing Divine Mountain stood tier upon tier of palaces, wrapped in clouds and mist. Exotic flora and auspicious beasts of the primordial age flourished everywhere, creating an environment reminiscent of a celestial paradise.
"The soul lamp of Qin Zhongdao has gone out."
Inside the Lamp Burning Hall, an old Guardian felt the disturbance. His gaze fell upon an extinguished bronze divine lamp. His heart clenched violently, and he immediately channeled his magical power.
The bronze divine lamp shimmered with divine light. Wisps of rotating Symbols, like fragmented shards of memory, gradually coalesced into a complete scene.
Within that scene, Great Sage Xue and Gui Qinghe descended upon Xuan Gui Island and killed him.
Every detail was contained within it.
This was the memory from Qin Zhongdao’s primordial spirit, the last complete image he had transmitted back.
"Xue Taiyu!" The old Guardian ground his teeth, his eyes blazing with undisguised killing intent.
He hurriedly left the Lamp Burning Hall and headed toward the True Martial God Temple.
The temple stood magnificent, enveloped in layers of mysterious light. An ancient and powerful aura permeated the air, as if an immortal ancestor presided there, capable of subduing both past and present.
The Guardian arrived outside but dared not barge in. Instead, he bowed and declared, "This humble one serves as hall master of the Lamp Burning Hall. I seek an audience with the sect master."
"Enter."
A voice echoed—primordial, resonant, and mighty.
The Guardian stepped inside. In the vast emptiness of the hall sat an immense giant, seated cross-legged. A horsetail whisk rested on his left hand. His hair and beard shone silver-white, yet his face bore the flawless youth of a chiseled blade or carved axe—cold and imposing.
His presence radiated terror; each inhale and exhale roared like thunder. The surrounding void dissolved into chaos, where countless Symbols drifted, weaving mysteries beyond comprehension.
He seemed fused with the very essence of the True Martial God Temple.
"Sect Master," the Guardian spoke with reverence.
This silver-haired youth was the master of the True Martial God Sect—a quasi-emperor level sovereign. In this era where ancient clans atop Godfall Ridge remained sealed, he stood unmatched throughout the entire Yuan Realm.
A quasi-emperor, true to the name, meant he stood a single step from the Way’s attainment. Beings at this echelon embodied geniuses capable of brushing against the Great Dao itself.
"Qin Zhongdao has fallen," the Guardian lamented. "This is the final image his primordial spirit transmitted back."
Channeling his power, he projected the vision into the air.
The silver-haired youth gazed upon it, his expression unwaveringly calm as he absorbed every detail. The presence of Great Sage Xue and Gui Qinghe sparked not the slightest interest in him.
"Is Heaven’s Secret Pavilion meddling yet again?" The silver-haired youth laughed, a chilling edge to his mirth.
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion remains restless indeed. Slaying my disciples and leaking sect secrets—he clearly seeks to challenge the True Martial God Sect."
The previous time, he himself had ordered Saint Ziyang to "invite" that pavilion master here.
The outcome was known to all.
Saint Ziyang was subdued by Gui Qinghe, inciting the pavilion master’s wrath.
Though the Guardian rarely left the sect, tales of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s master had reached even him.
The birth of the Hidden Dragon List had stirred whirlwinds across the Yuan Realm.
Lately, restlessness grew within the sect; disciples coveted spots on that list, daring to challenge its prodigies to steal their ranks.
Saint Ziyang’s death had only deepened the True Martial God Sect’s hatred for Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
"Is this his retaliation?" The silver-haired youth’s laugh twisted eerily.
"If he only knows how to borrow another’s knife, then he is truly insignificant."
He contemplated a possibility: what if this so-called master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion wasn’t all-powerful?
For if he were, why hadn’t he marched straight to their gates and eradicated the True Martial God Sect himself?
"Sect Master, how should we handle this matter?"
The Guardian’s eyes glittered brightly. "Shall we declare war on the Daoist sect?"
The True Martial God Sect acted with overbearing arrogance. Even within the Yuan Realm, they stood unrivaled.
Any force within the entire Yuan Realm that had offended the True Martial God Sect had almost invariably been eradicated, unless possessing sufficient strength.
Over a million years, the number of sects annihilated by the True Martial God Sect numbered no fewer than a hundred.
All of this stemmed from the foundation of the True Martial God Sect.
In nearly every generation, the True Martial God Sect produced a quasi-emperor.
Power bred confidence, ultimately making each generation more audacious and domineering than the last.
"Our sect and the Daoist sect are mortal enemies. Since they dared to kill Qin Zhongdao, they won’t fear my revenge." The white-haired youth stated expressionlessly. "As for the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion…"
"Time and again, they have opposed our True Martial God Sect. Truly courting death."
"Sword Servant!"
The white-haired youth called out.
"This humble servant is here."
A beam of divine light descended from the heavens, and a middle-aged man appeared in the hall—covered in chains, gripping a heavy sword, and bare-chested.
His eyes were grayish-white, seemingly all sclera with no pupils, resembling a blind man.
He was the white-haired youth’s lifelong servant, utterly loyal since childhood. Having cultivated to the great sage level, he stood as a true hegemon of his own right.
Judging by the aura he emanated, he was at least as formidable as Great Sage Xue, if not more.
"Go to the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion." The white-haired youth commanded. "Bringing back the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion would be ideal. If he refuses to visit our True Martial God Sect… kill him."
"Understood."
The Sword Servant turned and vanished into the chaos.
Boom!
The white-haired youth rose to his feet. With a mere shift of his body, he shook the chaos. The True Martial God Temple trembled, and the surrounding void fragmented relentlessly.
Yet, no matter how violently the void shattered, the destruction never spread beyond the temple nor inflicted the slightest damage upon it.
"Esteemed Sect Master, this…?" The Guardian looked on, perplexed.
Was the Sect Master about to confront the Daoist sect personally to demand justice?
"I shall journey to the Pure Land."
The white-haired youth intoned lightly. "The matter of the Daoist sect can wait for now."
His form reverted to that of an ordinary person. He took a single step and crossed the endless void. As he departed, the True Martial God Temple returned to its true state.
The Guardian watched, awestruck and reverent.
The realm of a quasi-emperor was profound—mysterious and incomprehensible—poised just one step away from the supreme Dao.
"If, within my lifetime, I witness the Sect Master attaining the Dao and becoming an emperor, uniting the Yuan Realm," murmured the Guardian, his voice thick with emotion, "this old man would not have lived in vain."
