Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 438: The Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s Strike Against the Heavens!

This time, there was no fortune-telling omen…

Lei Jun noted the light orb in his mind.

The light orb remained still.

Unlike during the incident at the Earth-Sea, this time there was no fortune stick to indicate a destiny.

Chen Yi’s physical body and soul were completely obliterated by the Yin-Yang Divine Thunderlight.

The beam of light pierced through him, then shot further down, punching into the earth below.

What remained of Chen Yi’s body had already begun to burn from the inside out.

The Yin-Yang Divine Punishment Mirror had been high up in the sky—far from the ground.

By the time the Yin-Yang Divine Thunderlight struck the earth, it was no longer as concentrated as when it was first unleashed.

Had it struck in its initial form, the beam would have charred Chen Yi's entire body from entry to exit, leaving no blood to flow.

But now, the wounds burst with thunder and fire, burning outward in all directions, until Chen Yi’s remaining body was completely incinerated.

Chen Yi had cultivated a method incorporating the advantages of the Blood River lineage, with exceptional regeneration and even a pseudo-death rebirth ability.

But the gap in cultivation between them was too vast.

Lei Jun’s strike, from the moment it pierced through his body, had destroyed both Chen Yi’s soul and flesh, leaving no chance for his body to recover.

Chen Yi’s most precious revival ritual had been expended during his previous battle with Shen Qubing in the Earth-Sea.

This time, when he reentered the mortal realm of the Great Tang, he intended not only to trouble Zhang Jingzhen but also to seek out Shen Qubing.

But now, there was no need.

Under the raging thunderfire, Chen Yi’s form and soul were obliterated—leaving not a single trace behind.

As if this man had never existed in the world.

All his past grudges and encounters vanished like the wind.

Lei Jun calmly watched it all unfold, watching the blinding light from the Yin-Yang Limitless Starburst ignite dense smoke.

But beneath the smoke, a solidified golden palace continued to glow faintly.

So this was the opportunity hinted at earlier—the second-grade fortune stick led to this golden palace?

Compared to previous times when fortune sticks triggered, Lei Jun felt that his cultivation level had not actually increased much this time.

The greater change seemed to lie in... the Empress Zhang Wantong’s preparations for her ascension, the ritual set up to prevent the remnants of the Celestial Palace from returning.

Chen Yi and this golden palace were likely connected to the Celestial Palace’s legacy.

Destroying him was no issue, but taking the golden palace could potentially provoke lingering karmic consequences, creating hidden dangers.

However, with the Empress’s ritual severing the ties between the two, claiming the golden palace now would not lead to such dangers.

Of course, if the Empress failed in her ascension, the ritual constructed from treasures like the Heavenly Calamity Gold would lose its effect in time.

By then, those connected to the golden palace—or Chen Yi’s backers—might sense the disturbance.

The only uncertainty now was whether Chen Yi’s backers were in Biluotian.

Lei Jun wasn’t entirely sure if all the Celestial Palace’s remnants had gathered in Biluotian.

After all, Zhang Wantong’s reincarnation and rebirth had already set a precedent.

Naturally, there could be others.

The current Great Han Longhu Mountain Patriarch might also be involved.

But from the looks of it, Kunlun and Great Han Longhu Mountain seemed to be on a different path than Chen Yi...

Lei Jun, through the Star River Heavenly Net, kept an eye on everything happening around him.

Zhang Jingzhen, who had been pursued by Chen Yi, was saved by Lei Jun’s intervention.

At first, she didn’t understand what had just happened.

Seeing the intense flame spell, she guessed it was Lei Jun or Tang Xiaotang’s doing.

But she didn’t see either of them.

Zhang Jingzhen immediately bowed towards the sky.

As the light and smoke faded, she looked at the golden palace and recalled her past clash with Chen Yi in the Stone Forest of Nanzhao.

It all felt like a lifetime ago.

Noticing the golden palace’s aura, akin to the Celestial Palace Manifestation she once encountered, and considering the grievances between her sect, the Daoist Kingdom, and Great Han Longhu Mountain, she pondered briefly before stepping forward to collect the golden palace.

She intended to bring it back to the sect’s ancestral hall and present it to Sect Master Lei Jun for handling.

Meanwhile, Mu Weizi, who had helped Chen Yi fend off Yuan Mobai, had also been forced to the outskirts.

When facing Yuan Mobai, Mu Weizi was extremely cautious.

Though Yuan Mobai had long kept a low profile, his few recorded battles had earned him considerable renown in the Great Tang.

Mu Weizi had gathered enough information to know that Yuan Mobai’s Grand Dao Domain, Star River Heavenly Pass, was not good for capturing opponents from afar but was formidable in defense, making it nearly unbreakable.

Once Yuan Mobai unleashed his domain, his opponent was usually doomed.

Thus, Mu Weizi was exceptionally careful.

Though both were Nine Heavens Grand Masters, Mu Weizi didn’t rush to activate his own Grand Dao Domain to trap Yuan Mobai.

After all, opening a Grand Dao Domain revealed one’s full strength, and Mu Weizi had no desire for a life-or-death clash with Yuan Mobai in the mortal realm right now.

For Mu Weizi, maintaining flexibility—able to attack or retreat—was paramount.

But Yuan Mobai’s physical strength was simply too overwhelming, making Mu Weizi feel like he was up against a berserk martial arts saint.

Yuan Mobai’s every move was not only powerful but also incredibly fast, agile, and unpredictable.

When he manifested his true form as a giant black-and-white bear, it seemed like an immovable mountain.

Yet in the next moment, he could shrink to the size of a mosquito and dart toward Mu Weizi in an instant.

Mu Weizi, despite his extreme caution, was still struck by the shrunken black-and-white bear’s paw.

Though the opponent’s size had shrunk, the force remained undiminished.

Mu Weizi had his Grand Dao Domain’s cosmic defense, but even so, he felt his entire body quake from the blow.

It was as if a star had suddenly collided with him.

Despite years spent alongside Ancestor Zhou Tian in Kunlun, Mu Weizi had no lack of experience.

After taking the hit, he didn’t hesitate for even a moment—he immediately retreated.

At the same time, Mu Weizi refrained from counterattacking Yuan Mobai.

Instead, he quickly summoned a jade ruyi for protection.

Based on the information he had on Yuan Mobai, it wasn’t hard to predict that Yuan Mobai, after landing a blow, would immediately follow up with a relentless barrage.

Furthermore, Yuan Mobai’s Star River Heavenly Pass would soon activate.

If Mu Weizi were to be caught by it while already wounded, escaping would be nearly impossible.

Thus, after summoning the jade ruyi, he shattered it instantly.

The jade ruyi exploded into a mist of green light, forming a barrier between him and Yuan Mobai, buying precious time to halt Yuan Mobai’s attacks and delay the unfolding of the Star River Heavenly Pass.

The star river walls, vast as flowing dragons, roared in crushing force, soon overwhelming the green light.

But Mu Weizi seized the moment to flee.

At that instant, a deafening explosion erupted from another direction.

Mu Weizi, with his cultivation, could only see a vast expanse of blinding white.

A tremendous area in the distance was engulfed in boundless flames.

A large black moss field, despite its vastness, was quickly devoured by the raging fire.

Moments later, billowing smoke columns surged into the sky from the center of the flames.

…Who had made such a move?

Mu Weizi was equally stunned.

He had known that the Ghostly Moss had split a part of itself to hide within Chen Yi, but it had been no match against that kind of overwhelming power.

Was this Tang Xiaotang’s work? Or Lei Jun’s?

Had one of them returned from the mortal realm?

Would the situation in the mortal realm change as a result?

Mu Weizi’s thoughts raced.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed a faint golden light shimmering amidst the flames and smoke.

It appeared to be a massive palace, radiating a subtle yet irresistible pull.

Recalling rumors he had heard about the mortal realm of the Great Tang, Mu Weizi’s heart stirred.

As the smoke thinned, the pure golden palace became clearer.

Recognizing it, Mu Weizi’s entire body trembled.

That… was indeed a part of the Celestial Palace from ages past!

He had suspected as much upon hearing tales of Chen Yi, but seeing it with his own eyes sent shockwaves through his heart.

For someone like him, a remnant of the Celestial Palace, this treasure was of paramount importance.

But how had this golden palace ended up with Chen Yi, hidden so deeply?

Only now, after Chen Yi’s death, had the golden palace finally appeared, revealed to the world.

Had it not been for this, even the Bone Flood Dragon King, the Ghostly Moss, and Mu Weizi himself would have been kept in the dark.

Upon closer inspection, Mu Weizi saw that the golden palace contained something else.

The most eye-catching item was a blood-red heart.

The heart pulsed like a gemstone, vibrant with life.

Surrounding it, countless dark-gray, twisted veins extended outward like gnarled tree branches, embedding themselves within the golden palace.

The energy they emitted was not spiritual qi, but the demonic aura cultivated by great demons—though at this moment, it was eerily calm, all converging at the core heart.

"...The Reversed Origin Heartfruit!" Mu Weizi gasped.

"Apologies," Li Tianqing said, his tone neutral. He had no personal grudge with Li Yuanheng, so he didn’t say much.

The two Shenwu-lineage Grand Wu at the Ninth Heaven Descension stage both raised clouds of mist over their faces, using Fangxiang masks to conceal their features, and manifested ghostly dances between the earth and sea.

But their styles were completely different.

Li Tianqing, a man, summoned a vast and majestic Ghost God Ritual Array, with the power of the formation transforming into wind and rain that shrouded all directions—this was the Nine Songs: Lord of the Clouds grand array.

Li Jin, a woman, had a smaller array, but it was sharper and fiercer. Once she laid down the Jiuli: Lord of the Wind grand array, she became like the god leading the tempest at the forefront, spearheading the storm and charging directly at Li Yuanheng.

Li Yuanheng faced them calmly.

His gu insects had long since infiltrated every direction, quietly slipping into the enemy’s ritual array. Though they seemed insignificant, they were set to destroy the formation from within.

Suddenly, a massive surge burst out from the raging winds.

It was like the extreme yin tides erupting from the Seven Abysses of the Earth-Sea, endlessly crashing forth.

"Yin Tide Gu," Li Jin muttered, her fierce and aggressive combat style never compromising her precise judgment.

These seemingly tiny gu insects, each one, when detonated, unleashed a tide of extreme yin that was devastating and impossible to guard against, striking without warning.

When countless Yin Tide Gu gathered, the catastrophic force felt like the entire Earth-Sea and the Abysses flipping over and shaking as if it were the end of the world.

Yet at this moment, the Nine Songs: Lord of the Clouds and the Jiuli: Lord of the Wind arrays howled, storming across the land. The roaring gales clashed with the tides of yin energy from the Yin Tide Gu, creating a whirlwind of destruction that left no space for the tiny insects to slip in.

Li Yuanheng frowned slightly at the sight.

He even drifted back slightly, choosing to avoid Li Jin's charging assault.

Indeed, these two were both Ninth Heaven-level Shenwu Grand Wu, but compared to his own peak at the fifth stage of the Ninth Heaven, they were still a notch below.

Having dealt extensively with Shenwu Grand Wu due to Li Zhongding, patriarch of the Li Family, Li Yuanheng was no stranger to their ways. Under normal circumstances, neither Li Tianqing’s Lord of the Clouds nor Li Jin’s Lord of the Wind should have been able to withstand his Yin Tide Gu.

As a Gu Technique Grand Wu at the Ninth Heaven Descension stage, Li Yuanheng had mastered the five Descension Transformations, known as Death, Old Age, Prime, Youth, and Child. These gave him formidable power:

• The first, Death Transformation, allowed him an extra chance at survival via sacrificial rebirth through gu insects.

• The second, Old Age Transformation, weakened incoming threats, aging and decaying hostile forces.

• The third, Prime Transformation, temporarily amplified his gu techniques.

• The fourth, Youth Transformation, restored vigor to an aged body.

• The fifth, Child Transformation, dramatically boosted the vitality and regenerative powers of his gu insects.

With all five transformations complete, and currently at his peak strength, Li Yuanheng should have been able to overpower any Shenwu Grand Wu.

But now, the strength of their formations was beyond his expectations.

Thanks to his prior experience with Shenwu Grand Wu, Li Yuanheng quickly sensed the issue: the two opposing arrays had fully interwoven—not only avoiding interference with each other, but enhancing one another instead.

Li Tianqing’s Lord of the Clouds had fully abandoned rain and lightning manifestations, focusing solely on gale-force winds, seamlessly aligning with Li Jin’s Lord of the Wind. Together, they created an unprecedented tempest in the Earth-Sea, sweeping across the land to counter his Yin Tide Gu.

Even if the Li Family patriarch Li Zhongding himself were resurrected to personally wield the Jiuli: Lord of the Wind, he might not achieve such power.

Within the grand array, Li Tianqing sat in the center, anchoring the eye of the storm. Li Jin moved along the periphery with the wind, fully leveraging the physical strength of the Jiuli lineage, spear in hand, embodying the sharpest edge of the storm.

At this moment, Li Yuanheng also drew a strange, ancient long blade.

Though the opponents’ strength surprised him, he remained unshaken.

Alongside the Yin Tide Gu, he summoned the Shadowless Gu.

The long blade in Li Yuanheng’s hand seemed to turn into a swirling black mist, devouring not only the light in all directions but also the surrounding spiritual energy.

The storm conjured by Li Tianqing and Li Jin weakened under this assault.

Li Yuanheng seized the moment to shift from defense to offense, knocking aside Li Jin’s spear and charging straight at Li Tianqing in the back.

For him, the two could only match him when their arrays were perfectly merged, resonating to the point of near fusion.

If they fought separately, even in a pincer formation, he had no fear—he could simply crush them with his superior realm.

In this situation, the most suitable array to counter his Shadowless Gu would have been the Nine Songs: Lord of the East, but these two could never execute it together.

Li Tianqing had grown up in the mortal world, living under the sun.

For Li Jin and Li Yuanheng, the sunlight was their enemy.

The dark depths of the Earth-Sea were their true haven.

The Jiuli Shenwu Grand Wu had no array for summoning the Sun God.

Facing the threat of the Shadowless Gu, Li Tianqing remained composed and decisively broke formation with Li Jin.

He deployed the Nine Songs: Lord of the East array.

In the pitch-black depths of the Earth-Sea, it was as if the sun rose at last.

Brilliant sunlight surged forth, countering the devouring effect of the Shadowless Gu.

Just as Li Yuanheng predicted.

With Li Tianqing switching to the Lord of the East, Li Jin couldn’t keep up and felt discomfort, forcing her to retreat.

Li Yuanheng himself disliked sunlight.

But by sheer force of cultivation, his Shadowless Gu wasn’t completely countered by the Lord of the East—he could hold out for a while.

Rather than focus on the Shadowless Gu, he immediately shifted to the Chrono Gu.

Compared to the more intricate Temporal Gu of mortal realm Gu Technique Grand Wu, the Chrono Gu of the Jiuli lineage was more suited for physical combat, enhancing speed and agility.

At this moment, Li Yuanheng became like a massive gu insect, moving at blistering speed.

To Li Tianqing and Li Jin, it felt as though his time was flowing differently, making them seem sluggish by comparison.

Li Yuanheng used the Chrono Gu to accelerate himself and slow his opponents, quickly closing in on Li Tianqing.

At the same time, strange currents gathered around his body, forming what looked like a phantom embryo—this was the hallmark of a Gu Technique Grand Wu who had mastered all five transformations.

It was the Life-Reversing, Gu Womb.

Han Dynasty, Mortal Realm.

In the Guanzhong region, He Yuhang, a high-ranking elder of the Han Dynasty's Shushan Sect, was fighting alongside Sect Leader Chen Lingfeng, engaged in a fierce battle against the demon monks of the Da Kong Temple and the Grand Sorcerer of Kongsang.

Yet the situation was changing so rapidly, it was hard to keep up.

He Yuhang could only vaguely judge that the old patriarch of the Han Dynasty's Mount Longhu seemed to be gaining the upper hand.

The Grand Sorcerer of Kongsang, enraged, launched counterattacks one after another, no longer displaying the confident and composed demeanor he had before.

...Maybe the current situation wasn't too bad?

As this thought crossed He Yuhang's mind, his personal spiritual artifact, the Enlightenment Sword, suddenly lost control for an instant.

Though he quickly regained control, the sudden fluctuation left him alarmed and bewildered.

Before He Yuhang could figure out what had caused his Enlightenment Sword to act up, he suddenly saw a flash of purple light streak across the night sky above.

It looked like a celestial star, yet also like a sword beam falling from the heavens.

In the next moment, not only He Yuhang but everyone present stared, dumbfounded, as a flash of purple light cut through the sky and severed the projected figures of the Kongsang Grand Sorcerer and Ancestor Zhou Tian in midair!

The sword light did not stop; it continued its trajectory, disappearing in an instant.

The scene before the Han Dynasty cultivators and the Kongsang Grand Sorcerer’s forces shifted as if some earth-shattering event had just occurred.

Inside Kongsang, a massive crystal-bone pagoda now bore a colossal sword mark, its structure shattered.

Inside Kunlun, within the Yu Yu Heavenly Palace, a giant crack appeared across the cauldron in front of Ancestor Zhou Tian.

Ancestor Zhou Tian himself trembled violently, his body shaking where he stood.

That cauldron wasn’t for refining pills.

Quite the opposite—it was a formation device designed to reverse-refine prepared pills back into their raw spiritual energy and essence, a setup used to counter the Kongsang Grand Sorcerer.

But now, someone had intervened and destroyed it.

Whatever damage Ancestor Zhou Tian suffered, the Grand Sorcerer of Kongsang likely fared even worse.

Back in Guanzhong, though only the projections of two Celestial-level cultivators had been struck, and though the destruction of the formations and the severing of the projections did not directly harm their true bodies, the person who intervened had clearly done so deliberately, exploiting the critical moment when their formations clashed.

Both sides had been wounded, and their intricate setups had been completely ruined!

Such a precise and ruthless intervention was rare, even among Celestial-level cultivators.

"...White Brow!"

Ancestor Zhou Tian no longer paid attention to the mortal realm. He snapped his head up, eyes blazing, looking toward the once-ownerless Da Chi Heavenly Palace in Kunlun.

What a technique. What impeccable timing—to land the heaviest blow at the most crucial moment!

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The Ziwei Sword streaked across the heavens, returning to the Tang Dynasty's mortal realm, to the Shushan Sect, and back to Xie Yiying’s side.

"Martial Uncle Chen?" Xie Yiying looked around, but couldn’t make sense of the situation.

Qin Caiwei opened her mouth but couldn’t speak a word.

In her ear, that same woman’s voice echoed, "The rest is for Longhu Mountain to handle. Let’s hope your fellow sect members don’t mind me interfering."

Qin Caiwei smiled bitterly.

It used to be manageable when the disturbances were smaller, but this time... should she report to the sect or not?

Lei Jun, though unable to hear Qin Caiwei and Xie Yiying’s conversation, saw the Ziwei Sword traverse the heavens, and, knowing Qin Caiwei’s current location, more or less guessed who had made a move.

But this messy situation might end up getting pinned on Elder Chen Donglou.

...Well, what do you know—Master Lei had been using Elder Chen’s identity for quite some time, and many things had been done in Elder Chen’s name.

Now, was it his turn to take the fall for someone else?

Approaching the Han Dynasty's Longhu Mountain, Lei Jun felt both amused and helpless.

Meanwhile, Xu Yuanzhen’s voice came through their transmission talisman, laced with a hint of laughter: "Good. This development wasn’t entirely in my expectations, but I like it."

Lei Jun replied, "The Ziwei Sword has returned to the Tang Dynasty’s mortal realm. There might be more action later, but the chances are slim."

Xu Yuanzhen: "The stage is set, we’ve seen enough. It’s time for us to take the lead."

Lei Jun’s Yuqing Heavenly Mirror swept across the scene.

He saw that the area surrounding the Han Dynasty’s Longhu Mountain, which had been lit as if by daylight thanks to the array’s brilliance, was suddenly engulfed by dense, pitch-black thunderclouds, blotting out the sky and turning the bright day dark.

The clouds were heavy, impenetrable, and they shrouded the entirety of Longhu Mountain, plunging it into gloom.

In the next instant, Lei Jun saw an opening form at the heart of the thunderclouds.

Beams of pure light shone down from above, connecting heaven and earth, forming a pillar of light that seemed to pierce through the storm clouds.

The light stretched downward, linking to the foundations of Longhu Mountain’s ancestral grounds.

And upward—past the Longhu Mountain’s Taiqing Salvation Grotto—extending higher still, toward the distant, elusive firmament above.

Its destination: the legendary Kunlun.

The light wasn’t the result of the Han Dynasty cultivators breaking through the storm clouds.

The clouds themselves had parted.

Standing within that beam of light was a Daoist woman, clad in a purple robe draped with a black cloak. Her appearance was that of a young maiden, but her skin was pale and her gaze icy.

She stood with her hands behind her back, for once wearing an expression of serene satisfaction and anticipation. Her form rose steadily within the light, ascending toward the heavens.

It was Xu Yuanzhen.

Her goal wasn’t Longhu Mountain.

Nor was it the Taiqing Salvation Grotto.

At least, those weren’t her primary targets.

She was headed for Kunlun.

Above, at the end of the heavenly beam, the light seemed to quiver for a moment.

Below, Longhu Mountain’s Dragon-Tiger Altar also trembled.

Amidst the fluctuating light, Xu Yuanzhen remained unbothered, her pace unchanged, rising like she was strolling through a courtyard.

She turned her hand, revealing a jade seal in her palm.

It wasn’t the Heavenly Master Seal of the Longhu Sect’s direct lineage.

It was Lei Jun’s Seal of Heaven’s Authority.

Xu Yuanzhen tilted her head slightly, raising the seal, aligning it with the end of the light beam.

The distortion at the top immediately stilled.

What was happening within Kunlun, and to Ancestor Zhou Tian, was unknown to the outside world.

But down below, the cultivators of the Han Dynasty’s Longhu Mountain, including Ji Daocheng, all felt a jolt in their hearts.

Ji Daocheng noticed that the ground below suddenly lit up with intricate patterns of light, as if forming a massive talisman.

Longhu Mountain was the center, but Ji Daocheng couldn’t control it at all.

The surrounding earth veins shifted dramatically, the spiritual energy flow completely altering.

Feeling a chill in his heart, Ji Daocheng looked up.

He saw above Xu Yuanzhen’s head, the heavens, earth, and humanity’s three-fold scripture talismans manifesting.

But their light and rhythm were entirely different from before.

Their principles and meanings seemed to have all been reversed.

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Ancestor Zhou Tian was not having a good time in Kunlun.

The experience wasn’t much better than the sword strike he had taken earlier.

At least the sword strike had been partially deflected by his cauldron.

Now, the full force of the Seal of Heaven’s Authority pressed directly upon him.

His connection to the world’s spiritual energy was severed.

Back in the mortal realm, Xu Yuanzhen rose higher, channeling the reversed Heavenly Thunder Scripture Talisman to direct the Seal of Heaven’s Authority.

She used the reversed Earthly Fire Scripture Talisman to draw upon the shifting earth vein energies below.

And with the reversed Human Destiny Scripture Talisman, she wielded a sword that had appeared in her hand.

Within Longhu Mountain’s Dragon-Tiger Altar, Ji Daocheng’s expression turned grave.

The sudden upheaval had him worried that Longhu Mountain wouldn’t escape like it had before into the Taiqing Salvation Grotto.

If that happened, the enemy might lure Ancestor Zhou Tian to forcibly descend into the mortal realm, dissipating his Dao essence and spiritual energy, leading to a final battle on earth.

But unexpectedly, Xu Yuanzhen had no such plan.

She was going to Kunlun—literally.

While Xu Yuanzhen’s strength was formidable, her decision to enter Kunlun stirred more shock and fury than fear in Ji Daocheng.

Even if Ancestor Zhou Tian’s ritual was disrupted, that merely made it inconvenient for him to descend into the mortal realm.

Kunlun was an entirely different matter.

Yet as these strange phenomena unfolded, Ji Daocheng felt an inexplicable unease.

He quickly activated Longhu Mountain’s grand formation, pouring all his effort into maintaining it.

But just then, twelve pillars of light suddenly erupted from the ground surrounding Longhu Mountain’s ancestral court.

These pillars didn’t shoot skyward—instead, they all converged on a single point.

The most vital location of the Longhu lineage:

The Dragon-Tiger Altar.

Inside the altar, Ji Daocheng felt the entire structure tremble, its brilliance dimming.

“Not as good as the Ten Thousand Laws Altar, but it’ll do.”

A tall, imposing young Daoist, wearing a Yuan Shi crown, draped in a nine-colored robe, with a white jade seal at his waist and an easygoing expression, appeared outside the gates of Longhu Mountain.

Ji Daocheng detected his presence and looked over—his pupils contracted sharply.

It was the Tang Dynasty’s Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, Lei Jun.

The white jade seal at Lei Jun’s waist gleamed dazzlingly, making Ji Daocheng’s eyes ache.

Above, Xu Yuanzhen glanced down at Lei Jun.

Lei Jun waved casually at her.

Xu Yuanzhen withdrew her gaze, lowered her sword, and continued to ascend, vanishing into the heavens beyond the beam of light.