Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 689: 708: Turbulent Undercurrents

Chapter 689: Chapter 708: Turbulent Undercurrents

Dou Niu Palace!

The palace was without a roof, stars scattered across the sky, strands of starlight cascading down, casting Ye Xuan’s form in an untainted light, imparting a mysterious and tranquil aura.

Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad had returned to Doushuai Temple, which was also a risky strategy from Ye Xuan because Lord Lao Zi was the Good Corpse of Lao Tzu himself, causing all major enemies to hesitate, fearing they might harm the rat but break the vase instead.

The foremost of The Three Pure Ones, the Saint Lao Tzu, also known as Daode Tianzun!

Ye Xuan realized he was playing with fire, but once the bow was drawn, there was no turning back; he could only continue on this path until he became a Quasi-Saint.

“Hmm?”

All of a sudden, Ye Xuan’s eyes widened in shock, his hands quickly forming a spell. Ripples in the void appeared, and a phantom figure emerged before him—it was Xue Fengge from the Nuwa Palace.

“Uncle Master!”

“What has happened?”

Ye Xuan frowned; he knew the method of communication he shared with her had never been used before. Ye Xuan had even told Xue Ji in the past that unless something earth-shattering occurred, she must never use this method to contact him because if Nuwa discovered it, it would surely place Xue Ji in a predicament from which she could never recover.

At this moment, however, Xue Ji had taken the initiative to contact him, obviously signifying something significant had occurred; otherwise, she would not risk being discovered by Nuwa to reach out to him.

“Uncle Master, something big has happened.”

Xue Fengge quickly relayed the matter of two Heavenly Emperors arriving at Nuwa Palace, taking half an hour to complete her recount, which left Ye Xuan’s breathing cold and grim, his entire being falling into silence.

“To gather the myriad members of the Demon Race and recreate the grandeur of the Ancient Demon Court!” Ye Xuan muttered to himself, his voice becoming extremely heavy, revealing a suppressed hue.

“Has Nuwa taken action?”

Ye Xuan paced within the Dou Niu Palace, his expression somber as still water, his aura intensely cold, caught in an inexplicable irritability, and if one looked closely, they would notice an urgent crisis in Ye Xuan’s eyes.

Ye Xuan had long been aware of the emergence of the Ancient Demon Court. The cultivation of the two Heavenly Emperors was naturally terrifying, with the support of the Ancient Demons to boot, representing an incredibly formidable force.

But what truly weighed on Ye Xuan’s heart was not the Ancient Demon Court, but the intervention of the Saint Nuwa, which gave him an immense sense of urgency.

The reason was simple!

Once, Ye Xuan had thought that the six Saints would not interfere with the world because, after the ancient war of deities, Hong Jun had issued a strict decree forbidding the Saints from meddling in the disputes of the Three Realms.

But now, Nuwa was the first to break this rule, meaning that the Saints had already begun intervening in the Three Realms, and by extension, the other five Saints would certainly not remain indifferent.

Moreover, with the support of Saint Nuwa, the Demon Race of the Three Realms would unite their hearts, completely assembling under the banner of the Ancient Demon Court, delivering a heavy blow to Ye Xuan.

As the saying goes, there can be no two suns in the sky, nor two rulers over the people; there can only be one Heavenly Court between Heaven and Earth. If the Ancient Demon Court sought to establish its legitimacy, the first target it would likely confront would be his Thirty-Three Layered Heaven.

Ye Xuan was an extremely proud man, but he was not arrogant; he knew that his current cultivation was still a step behind the two Heavenly Emperors, and even if he used the Tribulation Immortal Transformation, he would not be their match.

And let’s not forget, aside from the two Heavenly Emperors, the Ancient Demon Court had an army of Demons at its disposal, the weakest among them being Daluo Golden Immortals, and not a few Quasi-Saints among their ranks. The Thirty-Three Layered Heaven simply could not withstand them.

“Xue Ji, has Nuwa gone to the Biyou Palace to see the Heavenly Sect Master?” Ye Xuan asked heavily.

“Indeed, this is what Nuwa told me herself,” Xue Ji said anxiously in the Nuwa Palace.

“This is bad news!”

Ye Xuan’s voice was cold, and his eyes flickered with a sinister murderous intent.

It was obvious that Nuwa’s visit to the Heavenly Sect Master must be about the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, after all, the Heavenly Court was supported by the Heavenly Sect Master, and his position as the Heavenly Emperor was also recognized by the Heavenly Sect Master.

“Dear uncle, what can I do for you?”

In the Nuwa Palace, although Xue Fengge could not see Ye Xuan, she could fully sense the gravity of Ye Xuan’s mood, causing her eyebrows to furrow tightly, wishing she could be of help to Ye Xuan.

“Delay, you must delay, delay the decree of Nuwa, dear uncle needs time.”

In the Dou Niu Palace, Ye Xuan spoke gravely; he had no other choice but to hope that Xue Ji could delay the time of Nuwa’s decree being passed down, and during this period, he needed to figure out a solution.

“Uncle, rest assured, no matter what method I have to use, Xue Ji will definitely hold off the time of Nuwa’s decree,” Xue Fengge said earnestly.

“Xue Ji, remember, delay if you can, but if you can’t, you must protect yourself and make sure Nuwa doesn’t realize your identity,” Ye Xuan cautioned.

“Yes, Uncle.”

The virtual image faded, and the connection between the two was severed. Only Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes unfathomably deep, with no one knowing what was going through his mind.

“Heavenly Sect Master, will you really give up on Heavenly Court, give up on me?”

Suddenly, Ye Xuan spoke darkly, looking up towards the outside of the Thirty-Three Heavens, a trace of gloom crossing the depth of his eyes.

…

Outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, within the Biyou Palace.

“Brother, what do you think of this little sister’s proposal?” the Nuwa said calmly, speaking to the Heavenly Sect Master about something.

“Little sister, you want my Jie Sect disciples to withdraw from Heavenly Court, which means you’re asking me to give up on Ye Xuan,” said the Heavenly Sect Master, his complexion grim and his tone even more dissatisfied. Evidently, he was unable to accept Nuwa’s proposal because Ye Xuan was critical to the rise of his Jie Sect; losing Ye Xuan would mean the recently flourishing Jie Sect might once again face decline.

“Brother, have you considered that the Ancient Demon Court is the legitimate successor to Heavenly Court, and that today’s Heavenly Court is nothing more than a counterfeit copy of the Ancient Demon Court? And with Donghuang Taiyi and Emperor Jun leading the Demon Race, how can Ye Xuan stand against the Ancient Demon Court?”

“Moreover, brother, do not forget, there are endless millions within the Demon Race of the Three Realms. When I issue the Dharma Decree, these countless demons will once again pledge allegiance to the Ancient Demon Court, bringing back the days when the Ancient Demon Court ruled the Three Realms. Then the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven will be nothing but dust under the Ancient Demon Court, and what will become of your Jie Sect disciples then?”

Nuwa spoke smoothly, elucidating the perilous implications, clearly not exaggerating but stating a fact.

“This…?”

Listening to Nuwa’s words, the Heavenly Sect Master furrowed his brow tightly; it was evident he knew that what Nuwa said was true. The ancient war between Witches and Demons was still fresh in his memory—an unimaginable catastrophe that fully proved the might of the Ancient Demon Court.

The Demon Race of the Three Realms was as plentiful as the grains of sand in the Ganges, an unimaginably terrifying force. Moreover, both Donghuang Taiyi and Emperor Jun were contemporaries of their Saints. Though not Saints themselves, their status as Quasi-Saints already placed them at the pinnacle, which was definitely not something Ye Xuan could contend with at this moment.

Should he really give up on Ye Xuan?

An indecisive thought emerged in the mind of the Heavenly Sect Master, leaving him in a state of hesitation, uncertain of what decision to make.