East Region.
Wuxiang Mountain.
This place was completely different from ordinary famous mountains and great rivers.
There were no steep, solitary peaks piercing the clouds.
No endless, wild seas of forest.
The entire mountain range was strangely situated within a vast and boundless swamp.
Rather than a mountain, it was more like a patchwork of countless stone forest islands fragmented by flowing water.
Crisscrossing rivers, large and small, were the only paths in Wuxiang Mountain.
Water vapor never dissipated, turning into a thick white mist.
It shrouded the entire swampy mountain range.
Few people flew through the air while traveling in Wuxiang Mountain.
It wasn't that they couldn't, but that they didn't dare.
Deep within the waters, the Wuxiang Lineage had laid down a massive Air-Forbidden Formation.
With the slightest carelessness, one's entire cultivation would be dissolved by the Weak Water Qi contained within the Formation.
Therefore.
Traveling through the mountains relied neither on footwork nor on flying.
Instead, one traveled by boat.
On the water's surface, small boats could be seen from time to time, breaking through the white mist and leisurely passing through.
Most of the people on the boats wore uniform blue robes.
Water wave patterns were embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs.
These were all Disciples of Wuxiang Mountain.
They were either sitting cross-legged at the bow, breathing in the water vapor, or holding fly-whisks and talking in low voices.
Looking out.
It truly presented an air of immortal elegance and a world-detached immortal sect atmosphere.
At this moment.
Deep within Wuxiang Mountain.
On one of the largest islands on the water.
Jade buildings and palatial halls were built along the water, with bronze wind chimes hanging from the flying eaves.
When the wind blew, the chimes rang crisply, rippling across the water.
Inside the main hall.
The atmosphere was the complete opposite of the serene sound of the chimes.
On the main seat.
Sat an old man wearing a wide black robe.
The old man had a sinister Face, a hawk nose, and deep-set eye sockets.
Most striking were his eyes.
They had a lot of white, but the pupils were as small as soybeans.
This person was one of the Elders of Wuxiang Mountain, True Person Han Xian.
His cultivation had long reached the Denglou Realm's Perfection.
There were even rumors that he was only a step away from the Chess Master Realm.
In Wuxiang Mountain, besides the The Main Seat who was in seclusion all year round, he held the most power.
At this moment.
True Person Han Xian was fiddling with two perfectly round jade spheres in his hand.
The jade spheres collided, making a crisp sound.
"Cang Xuan is dead."
Hearing this, another Elder sitting below frowned deeply.
"Senior Brother, although Junior Brother Cang Xuan's cultivation was at the bottom among us, he had still been in the Ascending the Tower stage for many years... The Great Tang is but a mortal Dynasty. Even if they have a few reckless martial artists, how could they keep him? And how would they dare to keep him?"
These words caused several Elders in the hall to nod in agreement.
Mortal dynasties were nothing more than mud pits in their eyes.
When did the loaches in the mud pit dare to bite a True Dragon on the shore to death...
True Person Han Xian stopped fiddling with the jade spheres.
The crisp clashing sound stopped abruptly.
He slightly raised his eyelids, his eyes with excessive whites scanning the crowd.
"Not dare?"
True Person Han Xian snorted coldly: "Rumors spread a while ago that the Grand Princess of the Great Tang, by herself, killed more than ten Dao Lineage Immortal Masters in the city."
"I think they are quite daring."
As soon as these words were spoken, the hall instantly fell into a dead silence.
Several Elder Immortal Masters looked at each other, all seeing astonishment in each other's eyes.
At their level, they usually spent their time in secluded cultivation; how could they have time to pay attention to rumors from the outside world?
If it weren't for the shattering of Cang Xuan's Life Slip this time and True Person Han Xian personally issuing a decree to summon them.
They would still be in their respective Immortal Caves in secluded meditation.
Who would care about the gossip of a mortal Dynasty?
"Is there really such a person?"
An Elder with a withered Face couldn't help but speak: "One person killing more than ten Immortal Masters... This is simply the height of absurdity. Let alone someone from a mortal Dynasty, even among the true Disciples of our Twenty-Five Lineages Dao Lineages, who besides Wang Canglan would dare to make such a boast?"
"It must be those ignorant fools spreading rumors and exaggerating."
Another chubby Elder also shook his head repeatedly.
"Indeed."
"An Immortal Master of the Denglou Realm has an undying Primordial Spirit and an unextinguishable fate. How could they be so easy to kill? A mere princess of a mortal Dynasty... how old could she be? Even if she started to Cultivate in her mother's womb, how much skill could she have?"
Everyone spoke one after another, and the discussion became quite heated.
Between their words, there was mostly disdain for the rumors and contempt for the Great Tang.
In their view, Cang Xuan's death was likely due to the Great Tang using some sinister means, or other Dao Lineages acting in secret, deliberately putting on a show.
It could never have been done by that Grand Princess alone.
True Person Han Xian closed his eyes and remained silent, letting the people below argue.
Until the voices in the hall gradually died down.
Sitting to the left of True Person Han Xian, the leading white-bearded Elder slowly raised his head: "In that case... then what is the The Main Seat's intention..."
"..."
As soon as these words came out.
The several Elders who had been indignant just now all fell silent.
Although Wuxiang Mountain was one of the Twenty-Five Lineages Dao Lineages and stood high above.
They knew their own situation.
Among the Twenty-Five Lineages, Wuxiang Mountain's foundation and strength had always been at the bottom.
At least the matter of more than ten Immortal Masters dying in the Great Tang must be true.
Whether the rumors were true or false, and whether it was really the work of the so-called Grand Princess alone... was it really worth it for Wuxiang Mountain to wade into such muddy waters for a dead Cang Xuan?
Having cultivated to their level and lived for hundreds or thousands of years.
Everyone gathered together just to huddle for warmth and enjoy the resources of the Dao Lineage.
Now that Cang Xuan was dead, the resources and Disciples under his name would naturally be divided among everyone present.
As for other things...
Heh.
Several Elders exchanged subtle glances.
At this age, who hadn't been young, who hadn't been hot-blooded?
But after experiencing so many years of hardship, they had long ago looked past these ethereal things.
How much is Face worth?
Seeing True Person Han Xian still silent with his eyes closed, the white-bearded Elder emboldened himself and continued.
"Senior Brother."
"Junior Brother Cang Xuan's death is certainly heart-wrenching."
"But our Wuxiang Mountain's Legacy was not easily won. We cannot drag the entire Dao Lineage into a quagmire for a moment of impulse."
"That Great Tang since they dared to strike, there may not be the shadow of other Dao Lineages behind them."
"If we rashly take the lead, we might fall right into someone else's trap."
The chubby Elder also hurriedly agreed.
"Exactly, exactly."
"Our Wuxiang Mountain has always been indifferent to the world. There's no need to wade into this muddy water."
"In my opinion, it's better to first send a few clever Disciples to the Great Tang territory to investigate in secret."
"Once we have a clear picture of the situation, it won't be too late to make a decision."
The other Elders nodded in agreement.
Listening to these excuses, a cold smile curled on True Person Han Xian's lips.
In the end, they were influenced by that old fellow... The Immortal Masters of Wuxiang Mountain have already become timid to this extent...
Just as he was about to say something.
A sudden rush of footsteps came from outside the hall.
A Disciple in a blue robe quickly entered the hall and knelt on one knee.
"Reporting to the Elder, the Primal Chaos Demon Emperor requests an audience outside the mountain."