Chapter 568: Seeing Shen Wushen Again, Entering the Immortal Palace

Chapter 568: Meeting Shen Wushen Again, Entering the Immortal Palace

Within the Supreme Principle Society, the Grand Supreme’s aura was obscure, his expression inscrutable.

“The Linya Cocoon is both a calamity and a blessing.”

“Amid the disasters rampant in the Immortal Palace, there also lies a thread of fortune.”

“I hope that Second Brother may take another step forward.”

Unlike the Solemn Hall, which governed the Linya Cocoon and built the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Realm, the path pursued by the Supreme Principle Society was to break through the second boundary of the Yang God with supreme principle, advancing to the third layer, or even the fourth.

Yet this path was exceedingly difficult.

“With the talent of the Venerable Ten Thousand Days, it might be possible…” The Grand Supreme of the Supreme Principle Society spoke with an ambiguous tone, hesitating as if sensing something, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “As soon as he emerged from seclusion, he headed straight for the Immortal Palace—a man of sentiment and righteousness.

But the gates of the Immortal Palace are sealed; unless the Solemn Hall issues a decree, none may enter.”

The Grand Supreme murmured.

“Red Fortune.”

Suddenly, the Grand Supreme spoke softly.

At that moment, a young man in a red robe arrived, head bowed, his demeanor respectful.

Red Fortune was a disciple of the Grand Master.

Yet this disciple’s identity was peculiar—he was not a being born of the Immortal Realm.

But having entered the Immortal Realm and become a Yang God, it meant he could never leave.

Should he depart, he would be devoured by the Unnameable.

Thus, Red Fortune remained forever in the Sixth Heaven of the Immortal Realm.

“Your disciple is here.”

“Go to the place where the Immortal Palace opened and invite the Venerable Ten Thousand Days to the Supreme Principle Society for a discussion,” the Grand Master of the Supreme Principle Society commanded.

Red Fortune kept his head low, carefully pondering his master’s words.

Ordinarily, such an invitation would not require a disciple’s involvement.

With a single thought, the Grand Master of the Supreme Principle Society could transmit a message across billions of miles.

That his master had sent him must carry some special significance.

After some deliberation, he grasped his master’s intent.

“Your disciple understands,” Red Fortune said.

His master’s meaning, perhaps, was to have him inform the Venerable Ten Thousand Days of the state of the Sixth Heaven of the Immortal Realm and the other worlds.

It would be told through his own lips.

Taking leave of his master, Red Fortune’s heart was a mix of emotions.

“I never imagined that after so many years, the Immortal Realm would produce a prodigy like the Venerable Ten Thousand Days.”

“I wonder how far he can go on this path of supreme principle.”

Red Fortune sighed, stepped onto the teleportation array, and his form vanished in an instant.

…

Qishan Market.

People came and went.

Shen Wushen sat in the tavern, drinking earnestly, a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Lian Mei wore a form-fitting white dress, with a portion of fabric missing at the chest, revealing a expanse of fair, smooth skin; the skirt hugged her voluptuous hips, exuding a myriad of charms.

The cultivators around whispered among themselves, occasionally stealing glances at Lian Mei—her attire was daring and revealing, and her aura was especially alluring, like that of a seductive fox spirit.

“Since the Immortal Palace opened, streaks of light have flown out every three months. I wonder what the harvest will be this time.”

“Such streaks are only useful for us Purple Mansion cultivators; otherwise, where would we have a chance!”

“I hope to gain some fortune from the streaks and take another step into the mid-stage of Purple Mansion.”

“Alas, I wonder if there’s any chance to enter the Immortal Palace.”

“Are you courting death? Even Yang Gods risk falling when they enter the Immortal Palace. You, a Purple Mansion cultivator, are weaker than an ant before a Yang God, and yet you still dream of entering the Immortal Palace.”

Shen Wushen listened to the chatter, his expression calm: “Senior Sister Lian Mei, once I help you seize a hundred streaks of light this time, I will leave.”

Back then, to find a cultivation method for Qi Yuan and to help Qi Yuan deliver a letter to the Moon Maiden Jinli, he had incurred many debts to Senior Sister Lian Mei.

“You really are a clueless fellow,” Lian Mei shot Shen Wushen a glare. “The friends you make are all a bunch of dullards.”

“Hey, don’t say that—how am I a dullard?” Just then, a handsome man in a blood-red robe entered the tavern. He looked at Shen Wushen, a smile on his face. “It’s been a hundred years since we last met.”

Lian Mei glanced at Qi Yuan, a strange look in her eyes: “Shen Wushen, you have friends here in the Sixth Heaven too?”

Shen Wushen saw Qi Yuan, his heart shaken, a trace of awkwardness on his face.

“Brother Qi… Brother Qi, this is a friend I made in the lower realm.”

“Lower realm?” Lian Mei was momentarily stunned, her expression turning serious. “Then he must be a senior of the Yin God.”

For anyone from the lower realm to ascend to the Immortal Realm, they needed to be at the Yin God level.

Lian Mei was a Purple Mansion cultivator; though the status of a wandering Yin God might not surpass hers, due respect was still necessary.

“How did you end up here? Looking for streaks of light?” Qi Yuan asked casually.

He had to admit, Shen Wushen had helped him greatly—collecting cultivation methods and sending letters to Jinli.

Arriving at Qishan Market and sensing Shen Wushen’s presence, he naturally had to meet him.

“Something like that,” Shen Wushen replied, even he felt somewhat restrained.

After all, the events that later unfolded in the Sixth Heaven of the Immortal Realm had given him much to ponder.

He had his guesses about Qi Yuan’s true identity and real strength.

But… such a terrifying existence now appeared before him like an ordinary cultivator, conversing with him, making it all feel like a dream.

“How did you come here? Is it for the Immortal Palace?” Shen Wushen asked.

Lian Mei was taken aback—Shen Wushen’s question seemed odd.

What did he mean by “for the Immortal Palace”?

“Yes, I plan to enter the Immortal Palace and take a look,” Qi Yuan answered truthfully.

Lian Mei stopped being stunned and covered her mouth with a laugh: “Junior Brother, see—this friend of yours is also a dullard.”

If he weren’t a dullard, why would he talk about entering the Immortal Palace?

Only Yang God experts like their Floating Mountain’s mountain lord had a chance to be summoned into the Immortal Palace.

“Don’t spread rumors—how am I a dullard!” Qi Yuan said earnestly. “I’m handsome and charming.”

When it came to dullards, he thought of Zhu Bajie.

He was nothing like Zhu Bajie.

The only similarity was that Zhu Bajie was the Heavenly Marshal, while Qi Yuan was very handsome.

Hearing this, Lian Mei's smile widened: "I suppose only someone like you would be willing to be friends with Shen Wushen."

Shen Wushen was aloof and stubborn by nature; in Futu Mountain, he had few friends.

And the friends he did make were also "a motley crew."

"Aren't you the same?" Qi Yuan shot Lian Mei a glare. "Stop calling me 'blockhead,' or I'll give you a nickname."

Lian Mei laughed heartily: "Go ahead, give me a nickname. I'm all ears."

"Hmm..." Qi Yuan thought of the Nose-Picking Sister.

Lian Mei didn't pick her nose.

"Big Butt Sister!" Qi Yuan glanced at Lian Mei's plump rear.

Since he was giving a nickname, he naturally picked the most prominent feature.

Like Purple Edge Big Snow Horn Sister.

Or Purple Edge Little Dew Pink Horn Sister.

Hearing this, Lian Mei laughed even more exuberantly: "Junior Brother Wushen, this friend of yours has managed to survive this long without being beaten to death—he must have some skill!"

If any other female cultivator heard such a nickname, she would likely consider it sexual harassment and strike to kill.

But she was different; she actually liked this nickname, finding it quite unique.

"Why would he be beaten to death?" Qi Yuan was taken aback. "Killing over a disagreement in words? The atmosphere in this cultivation world is too terrible!"

Qi Yuan sighed.

Cultivators, who cultivate themselves, should not become so full of aggression.

Between people, harmony should prevail.

Lian Mei laughed again.

Beside them, Shen Wushen remained silent.

Killing over a disagreement in words?

Such things seemed to be done more often by Qi Yuan himself, didn't they?

"The cultivation world's atmosphere is indeed bad. Alas, everyone is so hypocritical," Lian Mei lamented. "I dress like this just for them to look at, but in the end, they only steal glances."

As she spoke, Lian Mei thrust out her chest.

Qi Yuan nodded in agreement: "Not only hypocritical, but we often encounter bullies and hypocrites who pretend to be virtuous!" "Great minds think alike. The cultivation world's atmosphere is poor." Lian Mei smiled seductively, whether sincerely or not.

"There's no trust between people either," Qi Yuan said.

Lian Mei was indeed a trustworthy woman, going out in a vacuum.

"Shen Wushen, wait here a moment. I'm going to the Immortal Palace. If I run into Liuguang, I'll bring him to you." Qi Yuan didn't waste more words.

Just greeting Shen Wushen had already drained his energy.

After all, he was very socially anxious; if he stayed for a meal, he would fall apart.

"Good, thank you, Brother Qi!" Shen Wushen said earnestly.

Lian Mei wore a playful smile as she watched Qi Yuan's disappearing back: "This friend of yours is quite interesting. Apart from being boastful and eccentric, he actually... has some merits."

Shen Wushen said nothing.

Just then, suddenly, a vast and profound voice rang out from the heavens.

Like a bolt from the blue.

The cultivators in the market all involuntarily stepped out, gazing toward the vast sky.

"It's the Immortal Palace phantom!"

"What's going on? Why did the Immortal Palace suddenly appear?"

"What happened?"

Countless cultivators were utterly bewildered.

In a distant place, the Yang God Heavenly Venerable, who was watching the Immortal Palace, also showed a horrified expression.

"How can the Immortal Palace reappear?"

"Is this... the Ten Thousand Suns Venerable?"

"He wants to force his way into the Immortal Palace? Impossible!"

"The waters in the Immortal Palace run deep. Even if the Venerables join forces, they cannot open it. The Ten Thousand Suns Venerable is asking for trouble!"

"No, since he dares, could it be... he has confidence?"

At this moment, in the sea of stars, countless projections of stars representing Yang Gods suddenly blazed with light, rays falling upon this place.

They wanted to see how the Ten Thousand Suns Venerable would enter the Immortal Palace!

Meanwhile, the cultivators here were also dumbfounded, not knowing what was happening.

They only knew that something terrifying was occurring.

Then, a gentle yet comical voice resounded across heaven and earth.

"Immortal Palace, be good, open the door!"

Above the sky, the phantom of the Immortal Palace trembled incessantly.

Immortal qi surged, a hundred colors overflowed, dazzling and mysterious.

All sorts of ancient and extraordinary auras leaked out.

As if from time immemorial.

Hongyun saw this scene, his eyes showing astonishment.

"The Ten Thousand Suns Venerable's single word... actually managed to summon the Immortal Palace!"

"How did he do it?"

"Could it be that the Ten Thousand Suns Venerable has reached some agreement with the Unique Hall?"

That was the only thought in Hongyun's mind.

Perhaps the Ten Thousand Suns Venerable defeated the Taihuang Palace and thus established some connection with the Unique Hall.

That was why he could summon the Immortal Palace.

"Won't open, won't open, just won't open?" Above the sky, Qi Yuan looked at the Immortal Palace gate, his gaze calm. "Since it won't open, I'll force my way in!"

At that moment, his figure suddenly pressed into the Immortal Palace gate.

In just an instant.

The form of the Immortal Palace vanished.

Qi Yuan's figure also disappeared without a trace.

The hearts of countless Yang Gods watching here trembled.

"Is this... going in?"

"Entering the Immortal Palace?"

"He actually made it in!"

"How is that possible!"

"Could it be... that Venerable Ten Thousand Suns truly connected with the Unique Hall?"

That was the only reason they could guess.

Any other reason would be utterly absurd!

...

Within the Immortal Palace.

A flash of light passed.

A flicker of astonishment crossed Ancestor Ziyuan's eyes.

"Let's go."

The Lord of White Dragon Abyss did not hesitate, a veil covering her face, and her form vanished in that instant.

Where they had stood, light descended, and all things withered and dissolved.

Upon reaching a safe place, Ancestor Ziyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"This Immortal Palace is different from before—this Eternal Calamity Radiance can defy even the Great Principle itself." Ancestor Ziyuan shuddered in lingering fear.

In just a few decades within the Immortal Palace, he had encountered several crises.

Though none were severe, and he could easily evade them with his strength,

the crises were slowly intensifying.

The Eternal Calamity Radiance was also growing more abundant.

"What exactly is this Eternal Calamity Radiance... It seems to corrode even Principle, and only Principle can barely resist it." Ancestor Ziyuan wondered.

"It resembles the Primordial Chaos Light before the world was born," said the Lord of White Dragon Abyss.

Before the world was born, there were no rules, only chaos.

With the world and its creatures came rules.

This Eternal Calamity Radiance seems hostile to rules, able to corrode them.

As she spoke, the Lord of White Dragon Abyss turned to Ancestor Ziyuan, her gaze strange: "Ancestor Ziyuan, your strength has grown considerably compared to before.

Last time the Taihuang Palace ambushed you, how exactly did you survive the Root Demon Tribulation?"

This time, Ancestor Ziyuan displayed formidable power within the Immortal Palace.

He was a cut above the third-tier Great Principles.

His increased strength naturally came from surviving the Root Demon Tribulation.

But from what the Lord of White Dragon Abyss knew of Ancestor Ziyuan, he had no chance of surviving that tribulation.

Even if he barely scraped through by luck, he would have been gravely wounded, with barely a tenth of his power left.

Yet Ancestor Ziyuan was vigorous, stronger than ever.

"That matter... is a secret," Ancestor Ziyuan said smugly.

"Could it be related to Venerable Ten Thousand Suns?" the Lord of White Dragon Abyss asked casually, watching him.

With no other explanation, the best guess was that it had to do with whom one was close to and who was powerful.

At the mention of Venerable Ten Thousand Suns, the Lord of White Dragon Abyss's eyes grew complex.

Back then, she had even thought of having Venerable Ten Thousand Suns father her a child.

Alas, he refused, which disappointed her deeply.

But thankfully, she had not forced Qi Yuan, or else White Dragon Abyss might have become the second Taihuang Palace.

"That matter... this old man knows nothing," Ancestor Ziyuan denied.

Though denial was useless, he still had to deny it.

The fact that Qi Yuan could resolve the Root Demon Tribulation was something to conceal as long as possible.

Fortunately, Qi Yuan possessed the strength of a Supreme Venerable; had he been at the first layer of Yang God, or a Minor Principle, or a third-tier Great Principle, he would likely have been targeted by many powerful beings, who would have deliberated on how to help others survive the tribulation.

For Principle-level experts, the Root Demon Tribulation was far too perilous.

To grow stronger, one had to endure it.

Many Great Principle-level experts had not advanced further, precisely because they feared the tribulation's arrival.

When Ancestor Ziyuan's Root Demon Tribulation descended and he survived safely, it naturally surprised many Yang Gods.

But at that time, Venerable Ten Thousand Suns's might was too overwhelming, having destroyed the Taihuang Palace, so even those with ulterior motives dared not inquire.

(The chapter ends)