Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 377 No Fault
South China Sea, Tianchi (Heavenly Lake).

The water curtain hangs high, and the sunlight shines down, revealing a translucent light blue color. The ruins of Da Nan Fa Temple have been swept away, and the former splendor is no longer visible.

Inside the Moyu Water Palace, a jade plaque hangs high above, with the words "Qinghe" (清和) emanating a dim, ethereal light of the Ren water, spreading out and calming the waves.

Aquatic creatures frequently came and went in front of the palace, setting up formations and regulating spiritual energy. Leading them was a young man wearing lapis lazuli armor, with a handsome face and a snake-shaped gold pattern between his eyebrows. He stood firmly on the seabed, holding a spear, looking quite dashing.

Mo Xi's snake eyes were calm as he looked up at the magnificent Mo Yu Dragon Palace before him. He gripped the snake spear in his hand, activated his immortal foundation, and drops of spiritual dew condensed from the seawater, surrounding him like precious pearls.

"The beauty of tranquility lies in the absence of wind and waves, and the absence of floods. This is the former palace of the Mingze. If the [Fanliu Palace] were here, this sea would be filled with turbulent waves, and there would be no peace."

A woman's voice came from behind him, carrying a hint of kindness. Mo Xi snapped out of his reverie, turned around, bowed, and said in a deep voice:

"lady."

Lu Lian nodded slightly. Her dark blue palace dress with gold patterns was both noble and elegant, and she was accompanied by two maids.

"There's no need to worry so much. The Mingguang Ship is anchored in the sky, and the Qinghe Palace is located in the sea. The sky and the sea meet, and with such divine power here, how can anyone dare to offend us?"

"The forces in Tianchi are diverse and often at war. Even though the king is here to oversee things, we should still do our best to protect it."

Mo Xi replied in a serious and solemn tone. Although he was still young among the demons, he had become more and more composed and had the demeanor of a great general since leaving the cave.

“Since leaving the cave, Xi’er, you have changed quite a bit.” Lu Lian’s eyes sparkled. “Back then, when the palace issued an edict ordering our clan to move out of Mingyun, you were still apprehensive, but now you have adapted to the South China Sea.”

"The sky is high, but it is ultimately confined to a marshland. Now, I, Qinghui, have returned to the Heavenly Pool with the King. How can the other five scaled creatures compare to such an achievement?"

Mo Xisheng was extremely calm and showed no arrogance. Qinghui had not left the Purple Mansion for many years, and his status in Mingyun Heaven had declined again and again. Now, however, he was accompanying the king on an expedition to attack Tianchi. What an honor this was!
Lu Lian said nothing, signaling for Mo Xi to continue guarding the area, then turned and left, taking her maid with her.

At this moment, her expression changed slightly. She parted the waves and walked until she reached the surface of the sea. Looking at the winged race soaring in the sky, she felt a little doubt.

Mo Xi is still young and eager to make a name for himself, which she can understand. But how could the relationship between Qing Hui and Ming Du Dragon King be so simple?
The extraordinary bloodline of this Mu Youdu is already approaching that of the first generation Lord Yanghu. How could it be formed by mixed blood?

Lu Lian was unaware of the plot in Tianhui Palace. She was only worried about the continuation of the Qinghui clan. She walked slowly on the sea, leading her maid towards the palace.

As she was walking, she saw a blurry human figure on the sea ahead. The figure wore a deep purple robe, had horns like jade branches, and scales that were black and gray. It was none other than the Dragon King of the Netherworld.

This esteemed person should be in seclusion cultivating supernatural powers, so why is he here?
Lu Lian was slightly startled. She immediately used her escape technique to quickly move forward. Just as she was about to pay her respects, she saw that the figure disappeared in an instant, vanishing as if it had never been there.

'This is? ’

She was surprised, but said nothing at the moment, taking it as some kind of hint, and quickly led a few maids back to the palace.
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In Qinghe Palace.

Purple lightning filled the palace, its divine light illuminating the entire scene. On the jade throne, Xu Xuan closed his eyes, with the vast purple lightning beside him, condensing into liquid and accumulating into a great swamp.

Four years have passed since he went into seclusion. With the blessing of the Heavenly Pool, his cultivation speed is extremely fast, and his second supernatural power is finally showing signs of completion.

Slowly opening his eyes, Xu Xuan felt relaxed and free, his body unrestrained. He felt he could travel thousands of miles away with a single thought, going from the highest heavens to the deepest hells, with nowhere he couldn't go.

【Riding the Boundless】, with lightning as its whip and thunder as its wheel, riding the six qi and controlling the rainbow scenery, it is unrestrained. Once this supernatural power is cultivated, one will not fall into a trap or be restricted, and will even have the wonder of traveling thousands of miles in spirit.

He stood up, intending to leave his secluded retreat, but found that Qinghe Palace had changed completely. The once ancient, dilapidated, and ruined water palace was now brand new, radiant with spiritual light and filled with dragon energy.

A sense of disorientation washed over him. Loud music filled his ears, and many people were talking, but the palace remained empty.

With a thought, he stepped out of the palace and scanned the sea, but he saw no blue viper or fire crow, and even the several Purple Mansion forces in the distance did not sense anything.

Xu Xuan remained calm, without the slightest doubt, as he walked on the dark sea, unaware of where he was going.

As they were walking, a sea cliff appeared ahead, bathed in the bright sunlight. The sunlight shone on the top, and it seemed as if someone was standing there, but it was quite blurry and indistinct.

He rose with the wind and landed on the sea cliff. He finally saw who was in front of him. It was a man sitting on the edge of the cliff, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. His face was blurred and shrouded in a deep, mysterious light. Beside him was a bamboo basket.

The man appeared to be fishing, a blue fishing rod dangling from his hand, a golden line hanging down to the center of the Heavenly Pool. The wind howled, yet the blue rod remained as steady as a rock in his hand, without the slightest tremor. "Fellow Daoist, why not come and have a chat?"

The man laughed heartily, quite amiably, and Xu Xuan naturally walked to his side, looking at the golden thread fluttering in the wind.

What are you fishing for?

A sense of peace rose in Xu Xuan's heart. With the sea breeze blowing, he had already forgotten why he had come here.

"Just a black fish from the Heavenly Pool." The man's voice was indifferent. The green fishing rod in his hand trembled, and the golden line suddenly taut. He exerted a little force, causing the seawater to surge.

Xu Xuan suddenly felt an impulse to help this person catch the big fish on the other end, so he took a few steps forward and together they pulled the green rod back.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help."

The man in the straw raincoat continued to laugh, steadily holding the green pole in his hand, slowly retracting the golden thread.

Upon touching the pole, Xu Xuan felt an immense weight pressing down on his body, causing the entire sea cliff to shake and collapse. Meanwhile, the powerful force emanating from the golden thread continued relentlessly, attempting to pull the green pole away.

The two remained silent, concentrating on their struggle, slowly pulling the golden thread back. Xu Xuan looked towards the center of the Heavenly Pool and vaguely saw a patch of dark land rising from the sea, but no large fish were visible.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, he saw the person beside him suddenly exert force, raise the green pole in his hand high, and quickly retract the golden thread. A black Kun fish rose from the Heavenly Pool, its dark light rising, as black as ink, its body almost occupying the entire Heavenly Pool.

The Kun fish tumbled and soared into the sky, turning the sky a deep blue-green color, like a precious mirror, illuminating the Taiyin Kun fish below. This fish was pulled by golden threads and crashed into the blue sky.

The black light dissipated, the yin energy was completely subdued, and it transformed into the yang energy, extremely intense. Xu Xuan couldn't help but close his eyes, only to find that the Kun fish had already disappeared.

A fierce wind howled in the sky, and the clouds drifted erratically. Xu Xuan opened his eyes and saw that the sky had dimmed for a moment, as if it had been obscured by something. From the scattered clouds, he could see the brilliant golden feathers, which covered the sky and disappeared in an instant.

"It's a pity we let them go."

A sigh reached his ears. Xu Xuan turned around and saw the man beside him stand up, shake his head, pick up the bamboo basket beside him, and say with a sigh:

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. May I take a look at the items in my basket? Is there anything you need?"

Xu Xuan stepped forward, somewhat puzzled, only to see the man lift the bamboo basket, revealing clear water flowing within, as if something was hidden inside, which turned into a deep purple color.

"Why don't you try picking it up?"

The other person spoke, his voice flat, devoid of joy or sorrow. Only then did Xu Xuan notice that the person before him had patches of dark gray scales on his wrists, gleaming with divine light.

Xu Xuan calmed his mind and was drawn to the purple light in the bamboo basket. He involuntarily reached out to grab it. At the same time, the sky darkened, and patches of black clouds rose up as if an army of ten thousand men were pressing down on him.

He reached into the bamboo basket, finally grasped something, and took it out. Purple lightning flashed, dragon energy rose, and thousands of thunderbolts flowed from his hand.

A torrential downpour began, the rain as black as ink, and thunderous roars like heavenly drums echoed from the heavy clouds, shaking the sea and causing the pebbles beneath his feet to tremble.

The person before him was still carrying a bamboo basket. The mysterious yin light shifted and concealed his appearance. He chuckled softly, drowning out all the thunder.

"With a single breath, only the sound of the heavenly drum resounds, yet no flash of lightning pierces the sky. Fellow Daoist, why not let go?"

As Xu Xuanfu wished, he released his grip, and purple lightning shot into the sky. Then, thousands of lightning bolts and snakes appeared in the clouds, intertwined with purple light, covering the entire sky like a brocade.

Then came a series of thunderous sounds, like the beating of drums. Xu Xuan looked in front of him again, only to find the place empty. The person was gone, and only the bamboo basket lay on the ground.

He felt a tremor in his heart, and immediately came to his senses. He opened his eyes and found himself still in Qinghe Palace, sitting on the jade throne.

With his inner supernatural powers condensed, [Riding Without Blame] had already achieved minor success. He stood up with a flick of his sleeve, his gaze obscure. Looking up, it was as if he had just had a dream, his memories gradually fading, but he remembered one sentence that echoed in his heart.

"One breath at a time."

(End of this chapter)