In the Mingxin Mountain Range, at Cloud Abyss Peak.
Slap!
“Scram! Do you really think you belong here?”
Zhang Haobo was sent flying several ters by a slap from the Dao Foundation stage Deacon before him. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew, completely powerless to resist.
Struggling to get up, he bowed his head, stamring, "D-Disciple… will move out right away."
The blood trickling from the corner of his mouth was nothing compared to the bitterness in his heart.
Ever since Soul Suppressor Sacred Son changed his title to the Origin Immortal Sacred Son and discarded the na Xu Disheng, a subtle change seed to have taken place within the vast Shangqing Sacred Sect.
The sect rules had gradually beco less strict than before.
Even in instances of blatant bullying and humiliation, the disciples of the Affairs Hall would only show up after a long ti, and they would always show a great deal of impatience.
Now, people were even starting to snatch the courtyards of others within Cloud Abyss Peak in plain sight, and no one dared to intervene.
Such an event would have been completely unimaginable before! Previously, the fate awaiting this Dao Foundation stage Deacon would have been nothing but the harshest of punishnts and a life worse than death.
“Hurry up and scram! Do you really want to cripple you? A courtyard with such abundant primordial energy is wasted on a useless Dao Foundation stage lackey like you.”
The Dao Foundation stage Deacon grew even more savage. A disdainful smile sat on his face as he slapped Zhang Haobo again without rcy, but this ti, he channeled the power of his profound law foundation into his palm. The palm, imbued with revolving profound qi, slamd into Zhang Haobo, who had just managed to struggle to his knees. He was sent flying once more, and he was knocked unconscious.
"Deacon Liu, this…"
A Sea of Qi stage disciple beside him seed a bit timid, but he nervously spoke up as he looked at the unconscious Zhang Haobo in the distance.
“Coward! What are you afraid of?” The Deacon surnad Liu spat, “There's a big change coming to the Sacred Sect. I heard that the revised rules of the Shangqing Sacred Sect will soon be officially implented in the Eight Mountains. Now is a ti of chaos. Just recently, disciples from the Zhuri Mountain Range riled things up, bringing about the deaths of dozens of disciples. And yet, Affairs Hall dealt with it hastily, only capturing two people. All we've done is seize a courtyard, nothing more!"
Just as he was about to enter the courtyard that was forrly occupied by Zhang Haobo, Deacon Liu suddenly seed to think of sothing. He hesitated for a mont before saying, “Draft a jade slip for and send it to the Affairs Hall. The jade slip should say… say that Zhang Haobo of Cloud Abyss Peak voluntarily offers his courtyard to Deacon Liu Sanliang."
The Sea of Qi stage disciple hurriedly complied. He took out the identity token from Zhang Haobo's storage pouch and began drafting the jade slip.
The dizzy, semi-conscious Zhang Haobo, on the brink of death from the slap of the Dao Foundation stage Deacon, seed to see through his bleary eyes that young man dressed in the White Moon Garnt, looking at him with a cold gaze.
"Soul Suppressor Sacred Son, where are you?"
From afar, Zhang Haobo had once caught a glimpse of Origin Immortal Sacred Son, who had already ascended to the Pure Spirit Sea within the Shangqing Spiritual World.
Based on his intuition, he could tell that that person was not his Senior Martial Brother Xu.
… …
At the Falling Moon Domain.
"Ancestor."
He Ziming stood on standby at the side, his expression sowhat lost.
The Celestial Tide Spirit Master sighed gently. How could he not know what was on his mind?
And yet, he could only shake his head. "Don't make useless guesses, they're of no benefit to you,” said Celestial Tide Spirit Master.
He Ziming suddenly thought of the way the Origin Immortal Sacred Son had looked at him, with nothing but endless indifference, as if looking at an ant.
He Ziming was extrely sharp. Combined with Celestial Tide Spirit Master's unusual remarks about Soul Suppressor Sacred Son, he had co to form a terrifying guess in his heart.
But he buried that guess deep within his heart.
"Senior Martial Brother Xu…"
… …
This was already the thirteenth jade slip.
Bai Zhehua sighed as he sent out yet another unresponsive jade slip. He gazed up at the three moons above, recalling many events of the past.
Several years ago…
When the heavenly bells of the Earth God's Domain tolled thrice, resonating through the Human Realm…
The sounds of heaven rang in the air, and all beings knelt.
At that ti, there were two youths in the marketplace of Passing Sin Peak, who had just left the Spirit Karma House..
"Senior Martial Brother Bai…"
“Don't bother asking. Even I don't know what that was. I've never heard of the ‘Divine Sea stage' or the ‘House of the Earth God'.”
The youth said indifferently, "No, I was just going to say that you spilled your tea on your clothes."
“Ah, what?”
In a hurry, he looked down to see the perfectly clean hem of his robe. Only then did Bai Zhehua co to his senses. How could he have spilled tea on his robe when it was enchanted with a cleansing spell?
“You!”
Bai Zhehua turned his head, only to et the young man's smiling eyes.
That mont seed to freeze, becoming eternal.
The youth's vision gradually blurred, and the mont disappeared into the endless chaos.
All of the scenes shattered like mirrors, scattered like ashes..
Bai Zhehua opened his eyes, and there was a hint of mist in his gaze.
Realizing that the aura of the thirteenth jade slip had completely dissipated, he sighed softly.
Under the bright moonlight of the three moons, Bai Zhehua suddenly laughed to himself. "Junior Martial Brother Xu, you still owe a hundred spirit stones from the ti when you got the Yin Yang Diagram from Spirit Karma House," he murmured.
The mist in his eyes grew thicker.
… …
“Junior Martial Brother Xu, do you have a Daoist na yet?” Li Xuanji asked while helping Xu Disheng pick out slaves skilled in constructing Domains among the thousands of slaves of varying races.
Innate Spiritual Force flowed through Xu Disheng’s fingertips as he used the spirit brand to imprint his own Spiritual Force onto the slaves Li Xuanji had just selected. “A Daoist na?” he echoed.
“Every mber of the Spirit Race needs a Daoist na. After reaching the Divine Core stage, they will be referred to by their Dao nas," Li Xuanji said sowhat awkwardly, as being reminded once again that he was the only one at the Dao Foundation stage among the Spirit Race beings. "My Daoist na is Profound Stillness."
(TL: The characters for Li Xuanji’s na are xuan 玄 and ji 寂. The Daoist na is essentially these two characters literally translated.)
Xu Disheng watched the restless spiritual essence at his fingertips, “A Daoist na…” he murmured to himself.
That thread of ancient, innate violet Immortal qi trembled slightly. Xu Disheng's eyes were clear, and beyond the dark onyx glow of Soul Force in his pupils, there was also a hint of violet that seed ancient and prival.
“Then I shall be called… Supre Sovereign.”
(TL: 太上 (taishang) is a Daoist title of respect, referenced in the title of Lao Tse's Treatise on the Response of the Tao, a classical Daoist scripture. Taishang Laojun is the na of the true incarnation of Laozi, the founder of Daoism (太上老君). This na is sotis translated as ‘The Supre Venerable Sovereign’. Thus, in a more literal sense, it could also be taken to an ‘supre’, or ‘the highest’. 太上 is also part of the na of the Paramount Ancient Bell, Xu Disheng’s profound law foundation, as well as the na of the Supre Scripture, the cultivation thod bestowed by Divine Lord Spirit Subrsion, which hints at the significance of this na. In the original text, he says that his na will be ‘太上’, but for naming purposes I decided to translate this na as ‘Supre Sovereign’ for now.)
… …
Floating Immortal Heaven.
Chan held the Floating Life Wheel in her hand, stepping through the broken realm.
The Immortal Race's Immortal Court, once the ruler of heaven and earth, had collapsed completely due to various internal and external factors.
“The innate violet qi of the Immortal Race has completely dried up. There will be no more Immortal Race beings in the future,” Chan murmured to herself as she gazed at the completely dried up Immortal celestial well in front of her. Her voice carried a hint of indescribable loneliness and lancholy.
Supre Sovereign!
A roaring sound resounded in her ears. The sound seed to be transmitted from a great distance, and it contained only these two words.
Chan's gaze, which had been lowered, suddenly shone with a violet light that could illuminate the entire Floating Immortal Heaven. The endless Immortal qi around her began to circulate as she prepared to activate a supre Immortal technique to probe the three heavens and nine realms.
But monts later, she let her Immortal technique fade away completely. She snorted in self-derision, “The Immortal Court is no longer the ruler of all heaven and earth. I had forgotten about those few beings who are still amidst their slumbers. I must show more restraint.”
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