Chapter 867: Under the Disciple of a Saint! The Rise of the Players!

The Cloud Dao Palace, where clouds drift from all eight directions.

The Tianji Palace was always in full bloom with beautiful and vibrant flowers. Pavilions and towers were scattered like stars on a chessboard. Looking up at the sky, arrays of spiritual runes rotated like the movement of stars, and dots of fluorescence danced and hovered like flying fireflies.

A pair of bright eyes, clear as autumn water, opened as the circulation of spiritual energy within the body gradually came to a halt.

Stepping out of the hall, the scene that met the eyes was spiritual light shifting like the Big Dipper and flowers blooming like splendid brocade. A winding long pavilion sat amidst the sea of flowers, with colorful butterflies fluttering about, surpassing any paradise on earth.

"Master! Master!" Two disciples flew over joyfully like a pair of butterflies. "Why are you so late today? What have you been cultivating lately?"

"Nothing much..." Su Tianji shook her head and said, "Lately, I have been contemplating the Dao methods taught by the immortal of the Slanted Moon and Three Stars Cave at Mount Fangcun. Every time I reach the most fascinating parts, I lose track of time a little."

"What that immortal teaches is so profound... it feels so difficult..." The disciple, Yuexin, frowned slightly and muttered, "Master, don't you think it is far too abstruse...?"

"Not at all..." Su Tianji said.

"Eh...!?" The two disciples exchanged glances. "Could it be that our master... is exceptionally gifted!? Far surpassing ordinary people!?"

"Even more amazing than Old Man Naran, having learned... the Somersault Cloud?" The disciple, Fenghua, looked at her master with boundless pleasant surprise.

Everyone said their master was becoming more and more like a salted fish, but looking at this, that was absolutely a rumor! Slander! Look, she even understands the inscrutable Dao methods taught by that formidable immortal from the Slanted Moon and Three Stars Cave!

"No."

"The Seventy-Two Transformations?" Yuexin asked repeatedly.

"No either..."

"Can it grant immortality!?"

"It cannot—!"

"Uh... with so many spells in the Slanted Moon and Three Stars Cave, why do we have to learn that one...? Look, this Palm Thunder is relatively simple..." Under everyone's watchful eyes, Su Tianji could be seen gesturing, condensing a bolt of thunder light in one hand, pushing it out, and then pulling it back, controlling it with absolute ease.

With her head held high and chest out, she was brimming with confidence: "Extremely easy!"

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Soaring gracefully as if independent of the world, shedding mortal bounds and ascending to immortality.

Being independent of the world was perhaps the true portrayal of "Ancestors" like Dugu Yi, who had long lost touch with the current era.

Unlike the Xiaoyao Ancestor, let alone having descendants, even the traces left behind by their original forces were on the verge of disappearing.

Most people maintained a proper level of respect toward them, yet kept them at a distance. Because they recently gathered often at the Misty Cloud Peak to discuss the Dao, they were called the Three Friends of the Cloud Peak by the world.

Li Wuchen, Dugu Yi, Shang Jiuwen... the glory behind these names had also been gradually buried by the long years of history. Whether it was righteous or evil no longer mattered, and no one would delve deep into it now. After all...

Let alone the enemies of those years themselves... even their forces and descendants had mostly been swallowed by the river of time.

The era that belonged to them had long passed...

The era... did not need them either.

Fortunately, there was something called the internet, where no one ever cared whether they were sects or ancestors; there was a goal called the Great God, which kept them from having nothing to do.

"I realize now..." The Daoist, holding a fly-whisk and clad in a white Daoist robe, looking just like an immortal, spoke up, "Those things we spent our entire lives pursuing back then... don't seem that important anymore. Is it that when people get old... they take many things lightly?"

"It's that when people get old, they act profound!" Shang Jiuwen next to him sneered on the spot. "If you take it all so lightly, have the ability not to fight with this seat for the mid lane!"

"Hmm—!?" Dugu Yi said, "Discuss the Dao! Discuss the Dao!"

"Watching the battle against the Abandoned Heaven Emperor at the Panyin Divine Palace... and listening to a lecture on the Dao by the Old Immortal Subhuti at Mount Fangcun, is better than hundreds of years of cultivation..."

"Speaking of it in the future, one can also say that we have watched a battle before gods and listened to the law before an immortal, right?"

"Only it's a pity that everyone in the world has watched it and listened to it, it is not... exclusive to you and me."

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"Master!" Fenghua shouted repeatedly, "It seems... something huge has happened! Should we..."

"Go support them!"

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The new shop in the East Continent.

Several Earth Spiritual Generals led the remaining immortal soldiers and generals. Some held giant axes that could cleave the sky, while others wielded the fierceness of wind and thunder, carrying the triumph of heavenly majesty...

The hundred thousand immortal soldiers covered the sky and earth even more, sweeping across all eight wildernesses!

Let alone a mere group of mortals, even an ancient true demon would probably have to harbor hatred and perish before such an array.

With mortal strength, how could one contend against heaven?

"Mere mortals, why don't you surrender without putting up a fight!? What are you struggling for?!" A giant axe cleaved down with a force that could open the sky. Right after it was evaded, another divine light pierced straight down like a rainbow! Just after dodging the vital parts, another rumbling sound of thunder pierced straight into the ears, as a tribulation thunder capable of destroying true immortals crashed down!

This was a completely unequal battle. Feng Xuehe, the sect master of the Haotian Sect, was almost besieged by several elites of the immortal clan alone, to say nothing of the others...

In the blink of an eye, his face became as pale as golden paper, and he was tottering on the verge of collapse.

Very soon, these cultivators and martial artists retreated in defeat step by step.

If it weren't for the fact that most intended to capture them alive rather than kill them, huge casualties would have already been caused by now.

"Die! Or surrender!" The immortal light of magical treasures submerged them like a tide, and an immortal general bellowed in anger.

But right at this moment...

"Do not fear!"

Feng Xuehe, the sect master of the Haotian Sect, roared loudly: "The Great Sage Equal to Heaven fights together with us! Side by side!"

"If the immortals and gods are merciful, I shall naturally respect them; if the immortals and gods lack the Dao, I shall crusade against them!"

The black-clothed elder, Dugu Xiao, holding a dark iron sword, glared at the enemies around him who had surrounded him almost completely watertight. He was covered in blood: "So what if I die! My hundred thousand heroic souls will always remain!"

"Hah—!" Like a tiger's roar, the voice shook all directions as he fought desperately into the enemy ranks!

"My heroic soul remains forever—!" All the people of the Haotian Sect bathed in blood as they charged toward the enemies before their eyes!

"Master—!" But war is always cruel and ruthless. Blood splattered across the entire battlefield, and an exclamation of shock also rang out with it.

The entire battlefield had long been in utter chaos.

Su Tianji looked back, only to see that the magic shields of Fenghua and Yuexin were shattered. Furthermore, a deep, bone-deep wound had appeared on Fenghua's waist and abdomen.

A terrifying immortal thunder even crashed down from the sky!

Looking up, upon the sky, an immortal general could be seen with an indifferent expression, as if looking down at the ants on the ground.

The thunder light reflected their faces, making them deathly pale.

The affairs of the world are impermanent, and the heavenly Dao is ruthless.

Just this morning, they were happily frolicking together, cheerfully discussing recent television plots and game guides, but perhaps... after this, they would never be able to return to that place filled with brilliant flowers and a sky full of starlight again.

They smiled bitterly.

No one expected that this moment would actually become a final farewell.

Su Tianji's mind was a complete blank at this moment.

She asked herself... among what she had learned, what else... could deal with these immortals who were powerful beyond imagination!?

She could not think of anything at all, nor was there any time given to her to think further.

Almost subconsciously, he condensed his spiritual energy, and a streak of thunder cracked to life within his palm!

The Palm Thunder—that minuscule sphere of lightning—appeared utterly pale and powerless.

The celestial thunderbolt, as massive as a wooden barrel, paired with the immortal’s contemptuous sneer in the heavens, seemed to carry a profound sense of irony.

This... was destiny!

...Yet at this moment, none knew that on Mount Yunfeng, the phrase uttered by Dugu and the other two—"watched a battle before the gods, listened to the law before the immortals"—was not entirely accurate.

It ought to be... "watched a battle before the God of War, listened to the law beneath the Saints"!

Yes, beneath the Saints.

"Thus have I heard"—and it was nothing more than this!

In this brief instant, high in midair, it collided with the divine thunder brought down by the immortal.

A crack of thunder resounded, and between heaven and earth, it seemed as though no other sound could ever be heard again.

Everyone looked on in sheer horror as that peerless, majestic celestial thunder actually began to crumble... and disintegrate!

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PS: Emmm... though the Palm Thunder is quite rudimentary, from ordinary immortals all the way up to Tongtian and Hongjun, it is precisely this trick they employ... it should be considered the most orthodox of Daoist arts.

Ah... the next chapter will be during the day...

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