The “Night Emperor” Huo Lishang transformed into a black ferocious bird, spreading wings several zhang long, flying in the dark half-sky, almost blending with the night, feeling the desolation and wildness of the primordial chaos.
This was an unprecedented experience, filled with extraordinary beauty. The Night Emperor’s heart surged with passion, filled with enthusiasm for this place, nearly forgetting his sorrow.
He avoided the people of Golden Turtle Island but did not steer clear of the potential wild beasts and divine birds. Instead, he cautiously approached a vast lake spanning hundreds of miles. The water shimmered with an eerie blackness, radiating a chilling aura—clearly harboring a formidable presence.
Roar!
Suddenly, the lake water surged violently, as if boiling, with continuous bubbles rising. A dragon’s roar pierced through the clouds, shaking the Night Emperor’s true spirit and causing his Dharma body to tremble.
With a splash, waves surged from the lake, forming a vortex, as splashing water flowers surrounded a massive dragon head emerging.
Could it actually be a true dragon lurking here!
Golden eyes, swaying dragon whiskers, and scales—all clearly entered the Night Emperor’s vision. The mighty and ferocious aura seemed to materialize, tangible and real, pressing upon the Night Emperor, forcing him to emit a layer of profound darkness. The deepest and heaviest night sky emerged, “devouring” all anomalies.
Unlike the celestial birds and mythical beasts encountered earlier, this true dragon was not seen from afar but was right before his eyes. Huo Lishang nearly got discovered but used this opportunity to confirm it was indeed a true dragon, undoubtedly not an illusion or some other trick. In other words, this place was likely a fragment of the primordial chaos.
This was what the Night Emperor wanted to verify, one of the reasons he had separated from the group.
The “Great Brahma Night” merged with darkness. The true dragon roared a couple of times, found nothing, and dove back into the deep lake.
The water surface wavered, gradually smoothing like a mirror. The Night Emperor quietly exited the lake area.
After verifying the authenticity of the mythical beasts and divine birds, he started searching for a secluded location where he could establish a concealed arrangement.
After flying for a while, the Night Emperor’s eyes suddenly brightened as he spotted a desolate wilderness teeming with various terrifying auras—apparently the trail of powerful ancient beasts. The area itself was barren, devoid of any distinctive features, and remained unclaimed by anyone.
“The most open, the most visible, and the most trafficked place is also the easiest to be overlooked…” Huo Lishang gazed into the distance, carefully landing in an area of the wilderness with relatively fewer traces of terrifying aura.
A few weeds sprouted from cracks in the gray stones, indicating vigorous vitality, while not far away stood a stone statue of a bird-headed human body, similar to others elsewhere.
The Night Emperor had encountered similar statues along the way, surmising they were artifacts of Golden Turtle Island’s veneration of ancestors and totems, devoid of any concealed prohibitions or enchantments, and thus unworthy of excessive attention.
He extended his right hand, pressing on the “Thousand Transformations Mask,” slowly pulling outward, actually extracting a black shadow—a vague, illusory black shadow with the Night Emperor’s subtle aura!
This shadow resembled the spiritual world and the mental realm, not existing in reality, but faintly connected to a real external object.
The black shadow followed the weeds into the gray stone crevices, like rainwater nourishing the area, infiltrating and merging, leaving no trace.
The Night Emperor secretly formed a hand seal, his “Thousand-Faced Mask” continuously shifting until it finally settled on a visage that faintly resembled his true appearance.
A subtle connection was established. Huo Lishang pressed the “Thousand Transformations Mask,” transforming once more into a fierce bird, soaring toward the group of bodies.
With a Celestial Immortal as an envoy, the Golden Turtle Island Master must be extraordinary. The Night Emperor dared not show any contempt, so he only left a setup upon initially entering Golden Turtle Island, then hurriedly reunited to avoid being exposed in front of the island master after getting too close.
“Wait, I should find out who that person was who excelled in transformation techniques…” Huo Lishang secretly thought, vanishing into the darkness.
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Han Guang transformed into the Golden Turtle Island envoy, heading eastward neither ostentatiously nor timidly.
At this moment, a colossal creature suddenly surged forth, clearly a nine-headed monstrous serpent!
The serpent’s body stretched a hundred zhang in length, crimson in hue, as thick as the surface of a pond, and covered with a layer of translucent azure scales. Its nine heads spewed water and fire, emitting eerie cries akin to those of infants, instinctively tightening the hearts of those who heard—it was the ancient monstrous beast, Jiuying.
Legend has it that some Jiuying could awaken their spiritual wisdom and transform into demon clans. Once, a mighty demon god was originally a Jiuying in its true form.
This Jiuying instantly approached Han Guang, but the human and beast passed each other like existing in different heavens and earth or different fragments, difficult to intersect!
When you see the sunrise, I am admiring the bright moon; not in the same time, naturally unable to “communicate”!
Han Guang passed the Jiuying, slightly opening his right hand to reveal a tightly held object.
It was an ancient, weathered bronze piece, on which flowed a small segment of the illusory long river, unchanging through time, forever passing—this was the small piece of “Donghuang Bell” Han Guang obtained!
“Donghuang” Taiyi traversed across several eras of the primordial chaos, reigning supreme during the desolate times. Upon entering this realm, Han Guang immediately perceived a faint resonance between the fragment of the Donghuang Bell and the lingering traces of the primordial chaos.
The sense of boundlessness expanded. Han Guang traversed the desolation, guided by that strange intuition, as he continued his covert journey eastward.
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Sometimes like the night sky, sometimes like a wilderness, sometimes morphing into a colossal tree, sometimes transforming into a savage beast, Meng Qi fully showcased the wonders of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, deliberately concealing himself as he moved northeast.
Upon just stepping into this realm of Golden Turtle Island, a fragment of the primordial chaos, he suddenly felt a surge of blood and an eerie sensation akin to an illusion. It seemed as though something deep in the wilderness was connected to him—unknown whether it was a person, ghost, demon, or even a divine weapon, magical artifact, or cultivation technique.
Like the Qingping Sword?
The primordial chaos concealed its heavenly mysteries, rendering precise divination exceedingly arduous. Relying solely on this eerie sensation without an intrinsic connection, Meng Qi estimated his odds of success to be less than fifty percent. Yet, moved by inspiration, he projected his thoughts to seek counsel from the Celestial Mandate Taoist:
“Senior, which direction am I destined to go?”
His way of asking was clever. To the Celestial Mandate Taoist, who believed all outcomes were predestined, this question could showcase concepts and paths. If he directly asked, “Should I go?” or “How should I go?” the Celestial Mandate Taoist would likely reply, “The outcome is destined; why bother?”
The Celestial Mandate Taoist hesitated, finally answering, “Destiny has you choosing northeast to north. As for more detailed developments and results, my cultivation is too shallow to see.”
With the direction confirmed, Meng Qi stealthily advanced using the eerie perception. As the distance closed, the sense of resonance steadily intensified, no longer illusory or vague.
Suddenly, time and space slowed. A Zhujuyin with a human face and serpent body descended from the sky, heading straight for Meng Qi.
Its gaze slightly changed, surveying the surroundings. This place seemed unfamiliar?
Not far away was the familiar lake, clear water reflecting its image—its red serpent body, human face aged, eyes opening and closing alternately with cold and heat.
Normal… This Zhujuyin hadn’t awakened its spiritual wisdom, its thoughts simple. Seeing no anomalies, it wagged its tail and flew deeper westward.
After it departed, the lake water suddenly made a splashing sound, and another Zhujuyin emerged!
Actually, the Zhujuyin earlier had not seen its own reflection in the water but Meng Qi’s deliberate mimicry, adjusting the left and right images to deceive the heavens!
“This primordial chaos is truly full of dangers…” Meng Qi slowly exhaled.
After experiencing several situations and relying on his powerful and mysterious techniques, Meng Qi finally arrived at the source of the eerie resonance.
It was a tall building, a high-rise with no visible top, piercing into the night sky, as if reaching out could pluck stars.
Surrounding the towering edifice were figures from Golden Turtle Island, clad in feathered robes and crowned with stars, each emanating formidable auras. Among them stood a Celestial Immortal, within whose Dharma body a grotto-heaven had already taken form.
In the distance, a mountain-sized white giant pig was grunting as it devoured bizarre flowers and herbs—clearly another terrifying monstrous beast.
Meng Qi hid behind a nearby desolate hill, observing the tall building’s condition, sensing the eerie resonance between himself and something or someone inside the tower.
What exactly was hidden inside?
Suddenly, his heart stirred, a sense of danger bursting forth.
A streak of light was tearing across the sky, heading straight for the desolate hill, seemingly intending to pass through here and reach the star-plucking tall building.
“From this direction, the back of the hill is fully exposed, easily discovered. If I transform to evade, it might attract the guardians around the tall building. Once discovered, I would face an attack from a Celestial Immortal plus Earth Immortals and Human Immortals…” Meng Qi understood the current situation. His mind turned, recalling the observations he had made earlier, already having a plan.
He shook his body, transforming into a mosquito or fly, quickly flying out, taking advantage of the white giant pig’s feeding action to dive into its mouth, entering its stomach!
Around him, acidic liquid sprayed, yet Meng Qi reverted to his original form, his body emanating a faint golden glow, standing firm and unshaken.
As Meng Qi soared out from behind the barren hill, the Celestial Immortal guarding the towering Star-Plucking Pavilion seemed to sense something and cast a glance in that direction. However, he found nothing—only the ravenous beast devouring its meal and the incoming shift partners.
After waiting for a while and confirming the outside was calm, Meng Qi was about to emerge when he suddenly sensed his hair-division body nearing the “Biyao Palace,” the false Biyao Palace mentioned by the Golden Turtle Island envoy.
“Not knowing the depth of the island master, if my division’s reality is discovered, it could easily trigger conflict. I can only temporarily put this matter aside and first attend the Golden Turtle Banquet…” Meng Qi, skilled in decisive action, acted immediately upon thinking. Activating the “Ultimate” and “Dao Yi,” he used karmic connection to instantly switch his true self and division.
The division entered the white giant pig’s stomach, rapidly dissolving.
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The place where the “Night Emperor” Huo Lishang left his “shadow,” the bird-headed human stone statue suddenly “came alive.”
This stone statue twisted and writhed, gradually transforming into the “Night Emperor’s” appearance, even its aura indistinguishable!
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Han Guang walked away, his figure gradually fading into the night sky. The monstrous Jiuying, which had just passed by him, suddenly shrank its body and emitted a thick mist, enveloping a vast area in fog.
As the fog slowly dissipated, another Han Guang emerged, his left hand also bearing six fingers, his gaze deep as he looked eastward.
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Unaware of the changes within its stomach, the colossal white pig suddenly saw the tightly shut door of the tall building swing open, and a figure clad in a blue robe stepped out. With striking features and streaks of white at the temples, it was unmistakably another Meng Qi!
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A palace with hundreds of buildings appeared before Meng Qi and Master Lu Daxian. Led by a Celestial Immortal envoy, they passed through this magnificent area and arrived at a majestic Daoist palace. The plaque was solemn, inscribed in ancient seal script with the words “Biyao Palace.”
Ancient seal script? This was an insult to the “Biyao Palace”! Meng Qi secretly laughed at the counterfeit’s inferiority, not even considering that his own Jade Void Palace was even more fake.
Just stepping into the “Biyao Palace,” Meng Qi’s eyes suddenly brightened, seeing an indescribably beautiful woman.
Her beauty was unlike Gu Xiaosang, Jiang Zhiwei, or Ruan Yushu, uniquely charming, at the peak of her life, radiating the most dazzling brilliance. The Night Emperor’s gaze burned with passion, unable to look away, as if appreciating the greatest beauty.
This woman sat high on the throne, with peach-like cheeks, eyes like autumn water, filled with affection, as if containing countless words. Her radiant beauty shone like real light, illuminating the entire hall.
As Meng Qi and the others entered, she smiled enchantingly, like a celestial maiden descending from the Jade Pool, her voice as sweet as honey, softly saying, “I am Su Daji, honored to meet all distinguished cultivators.”
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