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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 4: [Shuangsheng Dao Sect (Twin Rice Sect)]
Chapter 166 (421): [The Forbidden One Falls]
(166th of Volume 4)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Phoenix Terrace Junior Minister's Residence.
Yang Shenjing twisted off the head of the Holy Spiritual Master Liang Chu, extracted the Spirit Realm from his brow, and casually tossed the mangled head to the ground.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed at the sky, watching the awe-inspiring Transcendent War unfold. His eyes burned with longing.
'This is the power of Transcendence, he thought, surpassing all natural laws, looking down upon mortal beings. Every gesture carries world-shattering energy.'
Every moment, tens of thousands of Martial-Mystic Cultivators in the city perished in the aftershocks of the Transcendent battle, falling like blades of grass.
"Lingxiao Palace is finished today!" Yang Shenjing sighed, his mood neither good nor bad.
Yao Qian stood behind him: "I thought Duke Tai Shi's secret preparations and lightning-fast purge of internal threats would lead to a clash of equals. But these foreign powerhouses are all regional overlords - it's a complete rout."
"No matter which side wins, we can calmly choose our allegiance. That's the true path to victory!" Yang Shenjing declared.
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The eight-hundred-zhang-tall Qilin Terrace was stained crimson with blood, its steps littered with corpses.
Only the mountain peak remained unconquered.
Princess Yun Chang, Xingyuenu, Tai Shi Yu, and countless other cultivators from the city surged into the blood-soaked Qilin Terrace, undeterred by the transcendent terror that permeated the air.
They rushed to the undamaged black stone structures, repairing the formation foundations and activating the Formations.
Only by reactivating these foundations could the City-Protecting Formation, Immortal Origin Formation, Nine Heavens Beyond the Clouds Grand Formation, and thirty-six Earth Veins unleash their true power.
Even though the situation seemed utterly hopeless.
At the summit of Qilin Terrace Mountain, the Third Palace Master was engulfed in Spiritual Light Flame.
Her gaze, finally unable to resist, drifted toward the distant Phoenix Pavilion as the Demon Kingdom Crown Prince loomed within striking distance.
Her expression mirrored that of a bullied little girl, filled with such grievance that she seemed on the verge of tears.
Yet her eyes burned with a resolve far stronger than any childhood tears.
Her Psychic Power voice echoed toward the Phoenix Pavilion: "Eldest Senior Sister... can you truly not sense the outside world? I can't hold out any longer! How much longer will you remain asleep?"
The melodious chime of wind chimes reverberated across the Cloud Heaven Immortal Plain.
The sound waves reached Qilin Terrace, carrying the chime of wind chimes accompanied by faint spatial ripples.
"This is... the Hundred Hell Wind Chime..."
The Third Palace Master's phoenix eyes immediately snapped toward the direction of the chimes, filled with disbelief.
This was ten times, even a hundred times more shocking than the Eldest Senior Sister emerging from the Phoenix Pavilion at this moment.
The Hundred Hells Wind Chime was forged from a hundred extraordinary immortal bones, each imbued with spatial power and containing an inner realm like a hellish prison.
It was their Master's Supreme Spiritual Artifact.
But it had vanished along with their Master a thousand years ago.
A familiar figure in crimson robes appeared before the Third Palace Master's eyes, hovering outside the Formation's shimmering barrier at the East City Gate.
Her black hair billowed as she proudly wielded her sword.
Her heart churned like a stormy sea, an overwhelming bitterness surging to her eyes.
A corner of the Formation's barrier opened, and the crimson-robed figure flew in with a sharp aura, radiating the majesty of an Ancient Heavenly Emperor.
The Transcendent forces attacking Qilin Terrace abruptly halted their attack, gazing over in stunned confusion.
For a moment, they were completely caught off guard.
Nearly all of them were over a thousand years old, having lived through the era when the Zen Hai Guanwu reigned supreme in the Lingxiao Realm.
Within the city, someone roared, "It's... it's the Mist Heavenly Sovereign returned!"
The crimson figure hovered in mid-air, ripples of spatial power radiating from beneath her feet.
After exchanging glances with the Demon Kingdom Crown Prince, Lord Lan, and the others on Qilin Terrace, she transformed into a streak of light and soared toward the golden coffin of The Reaped, which was suspended in the clouds.
The golden coffin fled like a shooting star across the sky, but its escape was futile.
Zen Hai Guanwu instantly overtook it.
The coffin unleashed a torrent of spiritual qi, its golden light blazing ten thousand feet high.
The hundred beasts carved into its surface sprang to life, transforming into golden dragons, phoenixes, qilins, luan birds, kunpengs, kui bulls, guiche, chongming, and other ancient immortal giant beasts, as if the Era of Ancient Immortal Titans had returned.
Zen Hai Guanwu wielded the Void Sword, still sheathed, like a staff, striking down with it to shatter all the spectral forms of the ancient immortal giant beasts.
The force of the blows slammed into the coffin's surface.
"Boom!"
The coffin resonated with a clangorous clang, like a celestial bell being struck.
Waves of energy rippled through the void.
Inside the coffin, a bloodcurdling scream echoed, the occupant injured by the concussive force.
The Reaped, headless and clad in Buddhist robes, had pried open the coffin lid. His flesh was mangled, dripping with blood, as he desperately tried to escape.
"If you like staying in coffins so much, then stay in one forever."
Zen Hai Guanwu slammed the coffin lid shut, sealing the narrow gap he had managed to pry open.
With a downward strike, Zen Hai Guanwu slammed her palm onto the coffin lid, sending the palace-sized golden coffin crashing from mid-air to the ground, smashing into the ruins of the district destroyed by Transcendent Blood Qi flames.
"Boom!"
A massive crater formed in the ten-mile district.
The golden coffin buckled and deformed.
Inside, there was no scream, not even a sound.
The Soul Spirit had been shattered by the impact.
The Coffin Mountain's Forbidden One had been slain with a single strike.
Far away, An Xianjing, who had witnessed the entire scene, felt the red prayer beads in her hand snap, scattering across the ground.
Zen Hai Guanwu lifted the golden coffin with one hand, soared into the air, and hurled it toward the Six Thoughts Zen Temple.
"Bang!"
The golden coffin pierced through the monastery's defensive Formations like an arrow through paper.
A Demon Mountain collapsed with a thunderous roar, burying all twelve hundred monks beneath its rubble.
Zen Master Six Thoughts burst from the earth, his soul nearly fleeing his body in terror.
Glancing at Zen Hai Guanwu, he fled toward Qilin Terrace with all his might.
Only by reaching Qilin Terrace could he hope to survive.
Yet the more he fled, the more he felt a chilling certainty that Zen Hai Guanwu was right behind him - her Intent had locked onto him!
"Whoosh!"
The Void Sword flew from Zen Hai Guanwu's hand, traversing dozens of miles in an instant.
It pierced through Zen Master Six Thoughts, pinning him to the stone steps at the foot of Qilin Terrace Mountain.
The sword remained sheathed.
"Mas...ter..."
The Third Palace Master, standing atop Qilin Terrace Mountain, finally dared to acknowledge the truth.
Her resolute gaze softened, brimming with both a millennium's worth of longing and the pent-up emotions from recent days of bearing immense pressure alone.
In that moment, she desperately wanted to weep, yet feared her Master's reprimand.
Amidst the chiming of wind chimes, Zen Hai Guanwu arrived at the foot of Qilin Terrace Mountain and drew the Void Sword.
On the steps, Zen Master Six Thoughts lay with a gaping, fist-sized hole in his back, his body nearly torn asunder and his life force completely extinguished.
Within the surrounding black stone structures, the Lingxiao Martial-Mystic Cultivators and Psychic Masters activating the Formations exchanged glances before kneeling in unison.
"Greetings... Greetings, Mist Heavenly Sovereign!"
Tai Shi Yu knelt, his forehead pressed to the ground in prostration.
Xingyuenu also knelt, her heart pounding with even greater shock than the others present, her mind flashing back to the Mist Heavenly Sovereign's earlier encounter with the Divine Hidden One.
Of course, none were as stunned as Tai Shi Bai, who remained far away in an Earth Vein Tower in South City.
He was the only person in the city, besides Duke Tai Shi, who knew about yesterday's wedding banquet.
"Welcome back to Lingxiao, Mist Heavenly Sovereign!"
Princess Yun Chang knelt on one knee, her aged voice resonating across the entire city.
"Welcome back to Lingxiao, Mist Heavenly Sovereign!"
The crowd on Qilin Terrace roared in unison, their voices reaching a fever pitch.
"Welcome back to Lingxiao, Mist Heavenly Sovereign!"
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The sound gradually rose within the city, echoing like a tidal wave, layer upon layer, its momentum unstoppable.
It was utterly unbelievable, yet deeply inspiring.
Many Martial-Mystic Cultivators in the city hadn't even glimpsed the Mist Heavenly Sovereign's true form, yet they joined the chorus of shouts.
A thousand years ago, during the Mist Heavenly Sovereign's era, the Lingxiao Realm had encompassed three hundred provinces, reaching its zenith. Many took pride in that golden age, knowing Lingxiao had once shone with unparalleled glory.
Zen Hai Guanwu, Mist Heavenly Sovereign, drew her sword and began ascending the mountain, her gaze sweeping over the corpses and shattered ruins.
Her killing intent surged.
"Little Zhang, Cong'er, maintain the Formations flawlessly. Don't let them escape. Leave the rest to your Master."
The Third Palace Master finally heard her Master's response, her emotions overwhelming her. She wept with joy, nodding vigorously as she whispered, "Master... I've truly missed you so much..."
Among Zen Hai Guanwu's three disciples, the Third Palace Master possessed the gentlest nature.
Thus, instead of teaching her the Martial-Mystic Path, she had guided her in cultivating Psychic Power.
Lord Lan fully activated the Yellow Mud Colossal Warship, maximizing its defenses.
An amber glow enveloped the vessel, while countless scriptures swirled around it.
Li Longshu stood atop the Qilin Terrace, over seven hundred zhang high, his eyes filled with apprehension.
"Mist Heavenly Sovereign, this is Lingxiao City. No matter how powerful you are, if you try to kill us all, the city's ten million inhabitants will perish with us."
The Demon Kingdom Crown Prince's body shimmered as a suit of armor materialized around him, radiating Immortal Haze in four colors.
His figure stood as tall and imposing as a divine peak, his gaze fixed on Zen Hai Guanwu.
"Mist Heavenly Sovereign, your condition is unstable. Your Spiritual Qi isn't at the level of a Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor- it carries the aura of Yuyao. The Void Sword is also Yuyao's battle weapon. When you left the city earlier, you were sending her away, weren't you? What's this? Do you lack the confidence to defeat us?"
As one of the strongest cultivators below the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor, Yu Daozhen possessed unparalleled insight and wisdom, capable of discerning truth from the slightest details.
More importantly, he could exploit his opponent's mental vulnerabilities, striking directly at their lack of confidence.
Hearing the Demon Kingdom Crown Prince's words, the Transcendent cultivators, who had been shaken by Zen Hai Guanwu's formidable presence, steeled their resolve and unleashed their most powerful Spiritual Artifacts.
Unless a Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor descended, no matter who their opponent was, they would die today.
Crimson Phoenix stood amidst fiery clouds, laughing heartily: "Li Longshu is right. Fighting within Lingxiao City... even if the Mist Heavenly Sovereign wins, the city's human population will be wiped out completely!"
Zen Hai Guanwu ascended step by step, not even glancing at Crimson Phoenix.
She locked eyes with Yu Daozhen: "Back then, I pursued Yu Baxian for four million li. If not for the joint intervention of several Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor from Yingzhou, who feared a war between Heavenly Emperors would harm too many innocents, do you think a mere oath could have saved his life?"
With these words, Zen Hai Guanwu also conveyed to Li Longshu and Crimson Phoenix that she had never been restrained by concerns for "harming innocents" when pursuing the Demon Monarch.
Today, with the Lingxiao Life Realm's very survival at stake, she would be even less constrained.
"Since the Mist Heavenly Sovereign has brought up old grudges, this junior dares to request guidance, to avenge the humiliation of my father's oath and wash away the Demon Kingdom's two-thousand-year shame."
The Demon Kingdom Crown Prince's sharp gaze swept over Lord Lan, Li Longshu, Crimson Phoenix, and the others, making it clear he wouldn't act alone.
Zen Hai Guanwu's return after a millennium was bound to stir up a tempest in Yingzhou.
Who knew what state she was in now?
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END OF CHAPTER
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