Chapter 441: Absolute Truth Heavenly Realm, an Acquaintance?

Chapter 441: The Supreme Heavenly Realm, An Acquaintance?

Their exchange caused Ice Sword’s face to flush red and pale by turns.

The young prodigies around them broke into smiles.

A burly man said, “Brother Ice Sword, they’re mocking you like this—can you bear it? Why not use your eight-layer Ancestral Blood Art to challenge the eleven-layer Blood Robe from below?”

This burly man was clearly seeking amusement, his tone light and cheerful.

The other prodigies looked at Ice Sword with eager anticipation, wanting to see the depths of Blood Robe, the foremost prodigy of Purple Fate Heaven, so highly valued by the Purple Fate Ancestor.

“Hmph, I’ve never liked challenging from below; I prefer bullying the weak. How about I challenge you at the fifth layer instead?” Ice Sword refused to take the bait.

For him, staying far from Blood Robe was wise—otherwise, misfortune would follow.

Though he too was curious about Blood Robe’s depth, since Blood Robe had slain Mona, his strength was likely a cut above Ice Sword’s.

Just how much stronger remained unknown.

He was also curious about the gap between Blood Robe and… Black Sword.

This was but a minor episode; each harbored their own thoughts, heading to the Supreme Discourse with anticipation.

The Supreme Discourse was the greatest event in the Sixth Heaven.

It was also their sole chance in this lifetime to see so many Yang Gods at once.

…

The Sixth Heaven, the Supreme Heavenly Realm.

Radiant colors flowed, and fearsome auras leaked out, then lay dormant.

A man in a black-and-white robe, his gaze blazing like the sun.

Ordinary Yang Gods dared not meet his eyes.

“Still no news of the Ten Suns Celestial Venerable?” Tai Ci Celestial Venerable spoke, his voice carrying a scorching heat.

Tai Ci Celestial Venerable was a Supreme Realm Yang God of the Tai Huang Palace.

He was also the Supreme most likely to step into the Great Supreme Realm.

Some time ago, the Ten Suns had blazed across the sky, declaring war on Tai Huang Palace.

This event shook the Sixth Heaven, enraging Tai Huang Palace.

Finding and capturing or killing the Ten Suns Celestial Venerable became Tai Ci’s mission.

“Reporting to the Celestial Venerable, the Ten Suns Celestial Venerable’s origins are mysterious and unknown; there is no news,” a Yang God replied.

“He must be from the lower realms, perhaps lying low in the First Heaven.

The First Heaven is too vast and boundless; even we could not search it all in a lifetime,” another Yang God said with a troubled expression.

When the Three Thousand Worlds that Tai Huang Palace had cast down into the Lower Realm went silent, they suspected the Ten Suns Celestial Venerable was involved.

Especially… the Cang Lan Realm, which had produced a Yang God.

Because its overseer had fled without a trace.

“He is indeed from the lower realms. With such momentum, he must be walking an unorthodox Yang God path, not yet reaching the Supreme Realm.

He should attend this Supreme Discourse.

Be vigilant; pay attention to any Yang Gods with mysterious or unfamiliar origins,” Tai Ci Celestial Venerable said calmly.

“Understood. We will also send word to the Mara Clan, asking them to keep watch,” a Yang God said.

“Good!” Tai Ci Celestial Venerable nodded.

Before that one emerged from seclusion, he needed to handle this matter.

If he succeeded, he might receive a reward, increasing his chances of stepping into the Great Supreme Realm.

After all, Tai Huang Palace had only two Great Supremes.

Now, the Lin Ya Transformation was approaching—this was his opportunity!

“But I’ve heard that the Mara Clan has been stirring lately?” Recalling something, Tai Ci Celestial Venerable asked.

The biggest stir was that the Mara Clan had stopped paying tribute to the Black Abyss.

The Mara Clan had always wanted to return to the Sixth Heaven, so currying favor with the Black Abyss was essential.

Now, suddenly ceasing their flattery was very strange.

Even their cooperation with Tai Huang Palace had diminished.

“Indeed, it’s quite odd.”

“Oh, what do you think is the reason? This is unlike the Mara Clan’s style.”

“Could it be… that a prodigy has emerged among the Mara Clan?” a Yang God speculated.

Only the appearance of a prodigy with the potential to become a Great Supreme could stiffen the Mara Clan’s resolve.

For if the Mara Clan produced a Great Supreme, they could return to the Sixth Heaven without groveling to the Black Abyss.

“Perhaps that’s possible.” Tai Ci Celestial Venerable’s gaze was calm, without much ripple.

Just a prodigy with Great Supreme potential.

When the Lin Ya Transformation came, Tai Huang Palace would be the master; all other Yang Gods were mere pawns.

…

Meanwhile, within the formation, Qi Yuan pouted.

“Shameless Tai Huang Palace, setting a net across the Supreme Discourse to find me.”

Just now, Qi Yuan had received information from his divine infant.

At this Supreme Discourse, Tai Huang Palace’s Yang Gods would lie in wait, searching for the Ten Suns Celestial Venerable.

They had even asked the Mara Clan to help search.

What did that mean?

Me searching for me?

And the reward was so tempting, Qi Yuan almost wanted to report himself and claim the bounty.

“Tsk, you’re daydreaming again!” Zi Yuan Da Xue looked at Qi Yuan with disdain. “Your love-hate saga with that Tai Huang Palace figure is truly tangled. He’s set a net to find you—could it be… you’re the little runaway wife of Tai Huang Palace?”

“Scram!” Qi Yuan glared at Zi Yuan Da Xue.

“When I step into Yang Godhood, I’ll make you scram before me!” Zi Yuan Da Xue said proudly, her horns jutting out.

Qi Yuan didn’t want to bother with Zi Yuan Da Xue.

That one was simply too absurd.

The journey from the Black Abyss to the Supreme Heavenly Realm always went through teleportation arrays.

Yet even so, it took nearly a month to slowly arrive.

As they stepped off the teleportation array, all the prodigies present instantly felt the dense, extreme spiritual energy.

Amidst the spiritual energy, there seemed to be an inexplicable essence that gladdened the hearts of cultivators.

“Lord Withered Glory, long time no see. How have you been lately?”

Just then, a Yang God of the Principle Realm approached, a genial smile on his face.

This man was a Yang God of the Principle Society, known as Lord Mystic Mechanism, specially tasked with greeting guests.

Lord Withered Glory smiled without warmth: “Just barely getting by, not like your Principle Society, bathed daily in the Wall of Principle, advancing swiftly in cultivation.”

“What use is swift advancement? The Principle I comprehend is merely of Earth-grade; my hope of entering the Great Principle Realm in this life is slim.” Lord Mystic Mechanism sighed, a hint of bitterness in his words. His gaze fell upon Black Sword, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

“Is this the foremost prodigy of the Black Abyss, Black Sword?

Truly as the legends say, gathering all the spiritual elegance of heaven and earth.

The Elder once said that Lord Black Sword would comprehend the Supreme Principle, inspiring awe in all.”

Lord Mystic Mechanism’s face was full of envy.

That was the Supreme Principle!

In all of the Sixth Heaven, fewer than two handfuls of Yang Gods had comprehended the Supreme Principle.

The surrounding gazes also fell upon Black Sword—envy, jealousy, admiration, all present.

Though he was merely a Heavenly-rank Yang God, at this moment he became the focus of everyone.

“I have yet to comprehend any Principle; I dare not speak of it,” Black Sword said modestly.

Lord Mystic Mechanism chuckled: “Can the Elder’s words be wrong?” In the Principle Society, anyone bearing the title of Elder was undoubtedly a Great Principle powerhouse.

“The Black Abyss has been exceptionally blessed lately. I hear another prodigy has emerged, slaying Mona of the Ghost Dominion. Who might that be?” Lord Mystic Mechanism said, sweeping his gaze over Purple Edge Heavy Snow and the others.

“It’s him!” Purple Edge Heavy Snow pointed at Qi Yuan.

Lord Mystic Mechanism glanced over and offered a perfunctory comment: “Not bad.”

Very perfunctory—after the comment, there was no follow-up.

This was only natural.

After all, a Yang God like Black Sword was worth courting.

There was a gap between Black Sword and the other young prodigies.

Lord Mystic Mechanism stood shoulder to shoulder with Lord Withered Glory, with Black Sword behind them, the other Yang Gods following, and behind them, the young prodigies of the Black Abyss.

“When will we ever become the focus of the world like Brother Black Sword?” the burly man sighed, his face full of envy.

“Even if we can’t be the focus, just being mentioned by a great figure would be good,” said another prodigy, casting a glance at Qi Yuan.

After all, that Yang God of the Principle Realm hadn’t even mentioned them.

So the contrast and disparity were clear.

Actually, it was also quite normal.

It was like, on Blue Star, if the top leader of your province came to your school and called out your deskmate’s name, you’d surely feel envious.

“Being the focus isn’t good at all—I have social anxiety,” Qi Yuan said then. “Better to keep a low profile.”

“Indeed, low profile is better,” Purple Edge Heavy Snow agreed with Qi Yuan for once.

Ice Sword cast a sidelong glance at the two of them. With remarks like that, can you really claim to be low-key?

An hour later, in the central city of the Principle Heaven Realm.

Countless figures descended, like gods alighting.

The Principle Discourse Assembly began, with a vast number of Yang Gods and prodigies from all races arriving.

The population of the central city reached a terrifying level.

After all, the Principle Discourse Assembly was the foremost grand event in the Immortal Realm.

At that moment, amidst the crowd, a Mythical Realm man asked, “What’s wrong, Dream Immortal? You seem distracted?”

This Mythical Realm man came from the Second Heaven and belonged to the same sect as Yu Mengxian beside him.

To earn merits and attend the Principle Discourse Assembly, their sect’s Yang God had been working for free for the Principle Society, building the Principle Hall.

“No… I saw an acquaintance; I might have been mistaken.” Yu Mengxian shook her head, also thinking she must have misseen.

She also wanted to find that Lord, who had suddenly vanished; someone had entrusted her with an item to deliver to him.

“An acquaintance?” The Mythical Realm man looked thoughtful. “Judging by where you were looking, it should have been the Black Abyss… You must have been mistaken.”

The Black Abyss was a force of the Sixth Heaven.

To them, it was absolutely a hegemon.

A single Yang God could shatter their sect.

Yu Mengxian had cultivated from the lower realms; how could she have any connection with such a great figure from the Sixth Heaven?

“Sigh, comparing people only drives one mad. They can attend the Principle Discourse Assembly, while we… can only be here… working for free and swallowing insults!” the Mythical Realm man lamented. “In this past year here, I’ve endured more humiliation than in my entire life.”

Indeed, in the Second Heaven, he was an exalted Mythical being.

Every cultivator who saw him would respectfully call him Ancestor or Senior.

But here in the Sixth Heaven, he was humiliated daily.

Not to mention the Yang Gods; even the prodigies from great sects, newly advanced to Great Venerable, looked down their noses at others.

Yu Mengxian smiled bitterly: “Even a Yang God has to work for free, so what about us?

If you seek something, you must pay something.”

“I hope the Principle Discourse Assembly ends soon!” the Mythical Realm man sighed.

He didn’t want to stay in this Principle Heaven Realm for even a single day.

And then, suddenly, Yu Mengxian’s expression changed drastically.

“What’s wrong?” the Mythical Realm man asked.

“Qi Yi… is in trouble!” Yu Mengxian rushed over anxiously.

About a dozen breaths later, Yu Mengxian and the Mythical Realm man appeared outside an inn.

A young, beautiful woman in tight-fitting clothes, with a fine figure, wore an angry expression but dared not vent it.

Beside her, a burly woman holding a storage pouch looked at the Yin God next to the tight-clad woman: “Are these few immortal jades enough to buy her?”

This burly woman came from the Fourth Heaven and was named Tuoba Lingyu.

Her sect was the Mixed Blood Holy Land.

This Holy Land was somewhat like the Black Abyss, emphasizing bloodlines.

The stronger the bloodline, the greater the potential.

Unlike the Black Abyss, the cultivators of the Black Abyss mostly had innate bloodlines.

But they focused on mixed blood, extracting and improving bloodlines.

Thus, this Holy Land often captured powerful bloodlines to devour and claim as their own.

Arriving at the Zhili Heavenly Realm, she saw the woman in the skintight suit and discerned at a glance the extraordinary nature of her bloodline.

Looking again, the woman’s origins were quite ordinary, yet she was bold enough to produce several immortal jades outright, intending to purchase her.

“You go too far, sir—Qi Yi is my disciple, no mere commodity for sale!” Yu Mengxian rushed over, her voice laced with refusal.

“Oh, which heaven and what faction are you from?” Tuoba Lingyu cast a sidelong glance at Yu Mengxian.

“Second Heaven… the Fengling Sacred Land…” Yu Mengxian answered truthfully.

“Ah, so it’s old Fengling’s sect. I never force anyone’s hand—I’ll write him a letter now, asking him to gift me this woman.

Heh heh, by the way, I’m Tuoba Lingyu of the Mixed Blood Sect.” The burly woman chuckled.

With a casual wave, a letter materialized and was handed to Yu Mengxian.

Hearing that the other party was from the Mixed Blood Sect, Yu Mengxian’s face instantly turned pale.

The Mixed Blood Sect had a notorious reputation.

After all, they specialized in capturing those with powerful bloodlines to refine and purify them—truly steeped in evil.

“I will report this to the Heavenly Lord.” Yu Mengxian, pale-faced, pulled Qi Yi away.

“Remember, give me your answer within ten days, or else…” Tuoba Lingyu trailed off, leaving the threat hanging.

The menace in her words was unmistakable.

She was intensely curious about Qi Yi’s bloodline.

Even from a distance, she could tell it was an unknown and formidable bloodline.

She was determined to obtain it.

Of course, what she coveted most was the bloodline of the Black Demon Abyss in the Sixth Heaven.

But alas, the Black Demon Abyss was far too powerful for the Mixed Blood Sect to provoke.

Only against small factions like the Fengling Sacred Land in the Second Heaven did she dare to throw her weight around.

On the other side, Yu Mengxian hurried away with Qi Yi, her expression grim: “The Mixed Blood Sect has always done evil, its name is foul… Qi Yi…”

Beside her, the Mythical Realm man couldn’t help but speak: “I hope the Heavenly Lord… can protect Qi Yi.”

Hearing this, Yu Mengxian’s gaze grew resolute.

She resolved to offer the Tianyuan Mysterious Stone to save Qi Yi’s life.

After all, Qi Yi was her disciple, and she had a duty to shield her.

(End of chapter)