Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Qing Xuan Plane

"You also bear the surname Ye?"

The Mad Daoist’s eyes flickered. The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion was named Ye Xu, and now this person before him also bore the surname Ye while knowing about the nine trillion affair. This individual absolutely had deep ties to the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

"Hehe…" The Mad Daoist struggled to appear amiable, his voice calm as he spoke: "Little Daoist friend, I indeed share some camaraderie with the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. Since you have a connection to him and belong to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, I shall overlook today’s incident."

"Your Excellency’s nobility is truly admirable. This junior is in awe."

Ye Xu flattered the Mad Daoist, his tone filled with reverence: "For a great figure like yourself, one Divine Mountain means little. But for this junior, it is a priceless treasure."

"This junior offers deepest gratitude to Your Excellency."

"……"

The Mad Daoist’s lip twitched slightly; this youth was clearly slyly pushing his luck after gaining an advantage.

"Return and relay this to the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion: my transaction with him still proceeds." The Mad Daoist’s gaze turned steady, his voice solemn: "One day, I shall ascend to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion again."

"This junior will deliver your words exactly."

"Leave now." The Mad Daoist flicked his sleeve, summoning a vast force that engulfed Ye Xu. His energy expelled Ye Xu from the Void Tomb into the Sea of All Realms.

Ye Xu exhaled a long breath.

Given the Mad Daoist’s temperament, were it not for needing him, the Mad Daoist would never have let him go today. After all, Ye Xu’s knowledge of the nine trillion confirmed his place among Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s core members.

Yet even if the Mad Daoist guessed Ye Xu was an avatar, he wouldn’t expose it—at most harboring suspicion. For one Innate Primordial Divine Mountain, offending Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s master wasn’t worth it.

Ye Xu gazed back at the Void Tomb. The relic, split apart by the human ancestor’s sword strike, had plunged into the Sea of All Realms and continuously dissolved. Soon the Void Tomb would vanish entirely.

"The Chaotic Demon God emerging—yet another variable." Ye Xu’s brow furrowed faintly.

All realms grew increasingly turbulent.

He harbored a premonition: the collapse of the Immortal Realm might arrive sooner than foreseen.

……

Deep within the Void Tomb,

the Mad Daoist returned to its innermost depths, still pondering "Ye Li’s" origins.

"I’ve never heard the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion having offspring. Likely not his bloodline." The Mad Daoist murmured: "Cultivates the method of virtue, possesses frail soul essence, wields the Great Dao of Creation… much resembles an avatar."

"But why would Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s master, with his power, split off an avatar?"

The Mad Daoist felt utterly bewildered: "The actions of masters are unfathomable."

He dared not question the master’s strength in the slightest. After all, during his visit to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, he’d been suppressed effortlessly—without any capacity for resistance. The master was absolutely a peerless figure having attained the transcendent realm.

"The Immortal Realm hasn’t collapsed yet, but once the Xuantian Great Luo Dao Array reaches one percent completion, even I cannot ascend. Yet the lower realms offer too few treasures. I must simply wait for the alien universe to open, so I may explore another cosmos."

The Mad Daoist sighed. A top-tier existence like himself, having achieved Three Yuan Proof, remained bound to endless toil.

Ten days later.

Zun revived and awoke; his flesh body was intact as before, but his spirit soul remained frail.

The nature of the Chaotic Demon God was where spirit and flesh were united, undying and imperishable, yet still unable to heal the wounds caused by the human ancestor.

"On the day the great tribulation arrives, I shall kill you," Zun said with bitter resentment.

"When shall we act?" Mad Daoist asked lightly.

"Now."

Zun had a solemn expression and said, "Follow me."

He stirred his power, shrinking his colossal demon body into a black-robed youth, and arrived at the deepest part of the Void Tomb.

This place had not a trace of the power of chaos; like a vacuum, it was suffused with a faint, eerie force.

This force had a strange aura and could only exist here.

"Alien universe aura?" Mad Daoist frowned subtly; only power not belonging to this universe would be expelled by this universe’s heavenly Dao, unable to appear in the outside world.

"Correct," Zun nodded. "At the beginning of the creation of the heavens, my siblings perished; the vast power of three thousand demon gods finally shattered the cosmic barriers, drawing in a top-tier expert."

"My resurrection plan also received assistance from that individual."

"How much do you know about that universe?" Mad Daoist inquired.

Zun laughed and said, "They call the universe a plane; that plane is named the Qing Xuan plane."

"Qing Xuan plane?" Mad Daoist became intensely interested.

"The Qing Xuan plane has existed for tens of trillions of years; rumors say it was created by a powerful transcendant, completely different from the birth of our universe."

"From ancient times to the present, who knows how many transcendents have ascended from the Qing Xuan plane."

Mad Daoist was greatly shaken inwardly.

The universe they resided in had been born only up to several hundred million years ago, including the Chaotic Demon Gods and six great epochs; it could never match the Qing Xuan plane.

Mad Daoist grew wild with excitement.

"With tens of trillions of years of accumulation, imagine how many treasures there must be?"

"If we plunder the Qing Xuan plane, wouldn’t those nine trillion Star Yuan be obtained effortlessly?"

"How strong is the person who helped you?" Mad Daoist questioned again; he needed to grasp basic information, at least to understand the Qing Xuan plane from Zun’s account.

"At the peak of the Three Yuan Proof, not inferior to the human ancestor," Zun slowly shook his head.

"After such a long time has passed, how do you know if he has transcended?" Mad Daoist asked lightly.

Zun slowly shook his head.

"Throughout all ages, countless have aspired to transcend, but how many have succeeded?"

"Moreover," Zun continued, "I once heard Daoist Qing Xuan say that the heavenly Dao cycle shifts from prosperity to decline and from weakness to strength; it’s an unbreakable reincarnation. In his era, dreaming of transcendence was immensely difficult."

"He is awaiting an opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Mad Daoist’s pupils contracted slightly.

Even one as mighty as the Heavenly Emperor, untouched by all laws, the supreme figure of all time, could not transcend.

This was by no means accidental.

The perspective of Daoist Qing Xuan might just resolve his doubts.

"Could opening an alien universe passage be a path to ascension?" Mad Daoist solemnly replied, "Bear in mind that in this universe of ours, only Nuwa has achieved ascension across countless aeons."

"Hahaha…"

Zun laughed heartily, "Daoist friend, with so many questions, I cannot answer you now."

"When we open the alien universe passage and Daoist Qing Xuan descends, all your queries shall find resolution."

Mad Daoist remained silent.

Boom!

Zun manifested his demon god’s true form. Thirty-six arms thrust into the vacuum of space and violently tore.

Crack!

The void was ripped apart by his raw strength, allowing a wisp of wind to drift through.

This mere wisp, sharp as a blade of cosmic law, effortlessly sliced through his demon body. Instantly, demon blood spilled forth.

Zun roared, transforming the spilled blood into torrential, army-like power that surged into the rift.

"Daoist friend!"

Zun’s eyes fixed upon Mad Daoist.

Mad Daoist channeled his magic force. A gate radiating primordial energy flew from his sleeve—wrapped by the Great Dao True Dragon, the Primordial Immortal Gate expanded endlessly, towering between heaven and earth. It anchored within the tear, relentlessly forcing open the alien universe passage.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The terrifying pressure between two cosmic barriers violently crushed the Primordial Immortal Gate. Inch by inch, the Great Dao True Dragon disintegrated, the Immortal Gate groaning under unbearable strain.

"Hold nothing back!"

Zun plunged into the alien universe passage. His million-zhang demon frame lifted the Primordial Immortal Gate, physically enduring the barrier’s pressure and desperately weathering cosmic hurricanes—pure agony.

Whoosh!

Mad Daoist poured magic energy into the Primordial Ancient Mirror. Nine divine rays shone forth as the power of the Innate Divine Being erupted, arduously stabilizing the cosmic barriers.

"Ziwei Spirit Root!"

Mad Daoist summoned the Spirit Roots of heaven and earth.

In his hands, the Ziwei Spirit Root unleashed unimaginable might.

RUMBLE!

The Spirit Root plunged deep into the barrier’s seam. Leaves trembled, vines unfurled—radiant divine power burst forth. Working alongside the Primordial Immortal Gate and Primordial Ancient Mirror, it pried open the rent.

More cosmic hurricanes erupted, fiercer than ever.

Zun suffered unspeakable torment.

The Primordial Immortal Gate teetered precariously.

The Primordial Ancient Mirror’s energy dwindled by the heartbeat.

Only the Ziwei Spirit Root remained untouched.

A grave shadow crossed Mad Daoist’s face.

This was merely the beginning.

Piercing two cosmic barriers would inevitably trigger the will of the universes. Soon, both cosmic heavens would unleash terrifying might to obliterate their efforts.

That would be the true climax.

"Daoist Friend Qing Xuan!"

Zun strained to endure. It proved excruciating.

Him—below his peak state—attempting to physically sustain the alien universe passage? It was a gamble with life itself.

At that thought, hatred for the human ancestor seethed within him.

Zun’s voice echoed through the alien universe passage.

Meanwhile.

At the passage’s other end, within an ancient hall lit solely by a solitary green lamp, sat a Man in Green Robes. Cross-legged in lotus position, he cultivated in tranquil silence.

Time holds no meaning for practitioners.

He knew not how many millennia had passed in that very hall.

As Zun’s call traveled across dimensions, the robed man seemed to sense it. Slowly, he opened eyes brimming with the wisdom of countless lifetimes.

Daoist Qing Xuan’s lips curved into the faintest smile.

"Millions of years… finally, this day arrives."

He rose gracefully, sweeping his sleeve back. A voice deep and resonant shook the vast halls of the Primordial Daoist Sect.

"Join me in opening the alien universe passage."

Instantly, within that primordial sanctuary, ancient and overwhelming auras awoke. One after another, pinnacle beings who bore the Three Yuan Proof stirred to life.