Chapter 1822
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Qingxuan then coughed and said： “Well… although Qing Yexue is quite a bit older than Young Master Ye, for us cultivators with lifespans of thousands of years, such a gap is nothing！”
”If Young Master Ye doesn’t have someone in mind, why not spend more time with my daughter…”
”Uh…”
Seeing Ye Wushuang remain silent, Hall Master Qingxuan patted his shoulder and said cheerfully, “Let nature take its course, let nature take its course…”
Soon, Ye Wushuang and Hall Master Qingxuan’s group returned together.
”Ahead lies the Ancient City, perhaps the largest secret realm within this illusory land. Let’s set off！” Hall Master Qingxuan said with a chuckle.
”Alright！”
The two groups soared through the air, heading deep into the grasslands.
On the way.
Xuantian Sheng looked at Ye Wushuang and couldn’t help but ask, “What are your thoughts？ Cooperating with Qingyang Hall？”
”Exactly！”
”Huh？” Xuantian Di, standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise, “Qingyang Hall is located southwest of the Central Lands and has rarely involved itself in conflicts between factions. How could they agree to help us？”
The Spirit Sword Pavilion may seem weakened now, but its accumulated strength over the years is unmatched.
Plus, with allies from the Tianhuang Continent, even if the Sacred Sky Sect, the Lin Family, and the Xuantian Mansion join forces, they can’t swallow them up.
Not to mention, the Infinite Alliance, the Yun Family of Cloudsky Mountain, and the Qi Family of Spirit Qi Mountain are all on the Spirit Sword Pavilion’s side.
Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “Don’t worry. Since they’ve agreed, they’re unlikely to back out. I have some confidence in this！”
”What do you have on them？”
”The three great inherited spiritual techniques of Qingyang Palace have been incomplete for many years. I obtained the authentic version in the Burial Saint Cave. You think… they wouldn’t be tempted？”
Hearing this, the four from Xuantian Sheng were stunned.
No wonder！
No wonder Palace Master Qingxuan kept glancing at Ye Wushuang the moment he appeared.
”You brat, impressive.” Xuantian Sheng laughed heartily.
But as his laughter rang out, Xuantian Di, Xuan Qingyi, and Mu Ge all wore strange expressions.
”You brat？”
Xuan Tiansheng also felt that he had said something wrong and couldn’t help feeling annoyed, saying, “Mine… This…”
”That’s exactly how it should be！” Ye Wushuang laughed. “If you always treat me like Ling Shengtian, wouldn’t others see through it at a glance？”
”True, that makes sense！” Xuantian Sheng said with a smile. “In that case, I’ll treat you as Ye Wushuang, a junior from the younger generation.”
”I am Ye Wushuang. Ling Shengtian… is already in the past.”
Gazing ahead, Ye Wushuang’s eyes gleamed with determination. “In this life, my path… is still long.”
At the same time, elsewhere.
Palace Master Qingxuan held the authentic jade slip of the Fanyang Spiritual Technique, his excitement barely contained.
”Palace Master…”
Elder Qing Hongbo, flying alongside him in the air, spoke up： “Are you really decided to take action？”
”What else？” Qing Xuan put away the jade slip, which was a genuine copy Ye Wushuang had given him in advance as a gesture of sincerity.
”The Spirit Sword Pavilion doesn’t just want to dominate Tianyuan—they want to monopolize it. I don’t know how Qi Zhenzhong, Yun Changbai, and Shangguan Zhu agreed to this, but I find it hard to accept…”
”Once we obtain the three great spirit techniques, our Qingyang Palace will undoubtedly stand at the pinnacle of Tianyuan Continent. In the future, both you and I may have the chance to reach the Postnatal Saint Realm, or even the Innate Saint Realm, and perhaps… become Sages！”
Qing Xuan’s tone grew increasingly fervent.
”Moreover,” he added sharply, shifting the topic, “the Yun family and the Wuji Alliance have already targeted Ye Xue and Xiu Yuan. We have no way out now. With the annihilation of the Lin family of the Holy Heaven Sect, the Spirit Sword Pavilion will surely begin purging one by one to monopolize the Central Lands.”
Qing Hongbo and Qing Hongyang nodded in agreement, offering no further objections.
The two groups advanced across the grassland, and after a day’s journey, the endless plains still stretched before them.
The vastness of this grassland was beyond imagination.
”We”re almost there！”
Palace Master Qing Xuan gazed ahead and spoke.
Soon, a group of several dozen figures appeared at the distant horizon.
The dozens of people quickly approached the two groups, and as they got closer, everyone realized that these people were also warriors from the Qingyang Hall.
At the lead was an elderly man, tall and imposing, exuding a powerful aura with sharp, piercing eyes.
”Third Elder！”
Many from the Qingyang Hall called out.
”This is Qing Mingzhong, the Third Elder of the Qingyang Hall. Previously at the peak of the Star Plucking Realm, he has now reached the Perfection Realm.”
Xuan Tiansheng stood with his hands behind his back and sighed.
During the anomaly in the Burial Saint Cave, many in the Void Land broke through their own limitations and advanced further.
Don’t underestimate just one step—this step, if cultivated arduously in the outside world, might take hundreds or even thousands of years to cross.
For martial artists, opportunities are truly crucial！
Yet the price of seizing such opportunities can sometimes be very high.
Qing Mingzhong looked at the crowd, exchanged greetings, and then said, “The ancient city is just ahead, Hall Master. This city is utterly miraculous, nothing short of a divine wonder！”
Hearing Qing Mingzhong describe it this way only deepened everyone’s curiosity.
Along the way, they had occasionally encountered other warriors, most of whom were also heading in this direction.
Qing Mingzhong glanced at Ye Wushuang, smiled slightly, and said, “The Spirit Sword Pavilion’s people are here too, but for now… it’s best to avoid major conflicts.”
The Spirit Sword Pavilion！
Ye Wushuang’s expression remained calm.
I wonder if Xu Mingxiu has made any further progress.
Then, led by Qing Mingzhong, the group advanced forward, and within just half an hour, numerous figures came to a halt on the ground.
Ahead lay an endless expanse of grassland, emerald green stretching to the horizon. The wind blew, causing waves of green to ripple, a sight of extraordinary beauty.
”We’re here！”
Qing Mingzhong smiled.
Here？
Where？
For a moment, everyone was quite curious.
Without explaining, Qing Mingzhong chuckled, “Follow me, everyone.”
As he spoke, Qing Mingzhong soared a hundred feet into the air, hovering mid-sky.
Figures swiftly rose into the air after him.
The next moment, countless gazes fixed ahead, their expressions filled with astonishment.
On the boundless grassland, just a hundred feet away from the group, a vast stretch of the prairie had sunk into a depression spanning a hundred miles in length and width.
And within this sunken land, towering palaces and pavilions rose from the ground.
At a glance, the grand palaces and pavilions appeared majestic and imposing, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. The craftsmanship of each structure was evidently exquisite, with even the finest details meticulously refined.
Across the Tianyuan Continent, the strongholds of various sects are all spectacular and ornate, yet compared to this place, they pale into insignificance.
”This ancient city is situated here. It’s unknown who discovered it, but as the news gradually spread, people from all sides have come.”
Qing Mingzhong spoke up： “Everyone, follow me. Only by entering the city will you understand what true marvel means.”
As he spoke, over a hundred people descended one by one, landing on the ground and standing before the ancient city’s gate.
A plaque hung above the gate, inscribed with three ancient, intricate characters that appeared vividly lifelike.
Yet upon closer inspection, no one recognized these three characters.
Ye Wushuang’s heart grew solemn as he slowly uttered, “Tuo Tian City！”
