The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 148 Changsheng Temple: Yin Tianzhi Bows His Head

At the entrance of Changsheng Temple, Ning Qingyi presented two choices in an extremely domineering manner.

The Mingling Changsheng Temple has stood for hundreds of thousands of years, existing through the ages. No one has ever dared to threaten it like this at its gate, let alone make such outrageous remarks about killing the current successor.

However, Daoist Zhengde remained silent, staring at Ning Qingyi without uttering a word.

Under the bright moon, all was silent.

Finally, Daoist Zhengde spoke up, but said something unexpected: "My church will take action to jointly destroy the Duanmu lineage."

Ning Qingyi showed no surprise at all. Instead, she reached out and pointed, using her divine power to outline a map and highlight several points.

"These are the remaining ancient cities, all of which have the Taiyin Sect stationed here. Let's choose one first."

Without wasting words, Daoist Zhengde pointed to the one closest to the Underworld Ridge: "I will take care of leveling Ziyuan Ruins later."

"Alright." Ning Qingyi drifted away, "I'll give you three days."

In the blink of an eye, the Nether Ridge returned to its usual deathly silence, with mist swirling around, resembling the underworld.

The Taoist priest turned around and went back into the temple, where the vermilion gate was tightly shut.

Inside the Changsheng Temple, people were already quietly waiting.

“Father.” A young Taoist priest stepped forward. He was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe embroidered with Yin-Yang Bagua diagrams, which were like a mirror, occasionally reflecting light.

Clearly, this is the biological son of Zhengde Daoren, Sanque Daoren.

"Are we really going to take action against the Taiyin Sect?" Sanque Daoren frowned. He had fair skin, looked very handsome, and had an otherworldly air. Standing next to Zhengde, they looked like brothers.

Master Zhengde, with a solemn expression, asked, "What did you think of this successor of the Celestial Venerable, whom you observed from afar within the temple?"

“Unfathomable.” The Three Missing Daoist spoke of Ning Qingyi as if facing a formidable enemy.

"How does he compare to Yin Tiande?" Master Zhengde asked again.

After a moment of silence, Daoist Sanque said, "I originally thought that my elder brother was a genius, comparable to a young emperor, but now it seems that he is far inferior!"

A glint flashed in Zhengde Daoist's eyes, and he said, "Do you know how the patriarch of the temple evaluates me?"

The Taoist Sanque looked at his father.

"Comparable to a ruthless person, rivaling the Beginningless One, no less than the Azure Emperor, dominating the world!" Daoist Zhengde exclaimed, "Such a figure has come to Ziwei, truly a mighty dragon crossing the river!"

The eyes of the Three-Missing Daoist flashed with divine light. He was the most outstanding talent of the Ziwei era and naturally aspired to the path of the emperor. However, before he even exchanged blows with Ning Qing, he understood what the difference in their abilities meant.

If Yin Tiande could still be compared to him, then Ning Qingyi was an unparalleled figure.

"Tomorrow, we will take action and wipe out Ziyuanxu," said Daoist Zhengde. "For someone like him, it's only a matter of time before he destroys the Taiyin Sect. In that case, let us lend him a hand."

"Besides, not everyone agrees with the fact that the Duanmu lineage betrayed their master in the past; it's just that it wasn't worth it..."

“I understand.” Daoist Sanque nodded.

On the night of his visit to the Changsheng Temple, Ning Qingyi arrived at the ancient city of Ziyuanxu.

This city is very famous. It is not only one of the ten ancient cities of Luzhou, but also the imperial capital of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, where masters are as numerous as clouds.

Beneath the night sky, a magnificent city stood before them, its grandeur breathtaking. The sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing echoed from within, stretching across the starry sky as if it had existed since time immemorial, recounting the ancient history of humanity. "What a magnificent imperial city! It's very similar to the capitals of those divine dynasties," Ning Qing exclaimed in astonishment, gazing at the ancient city and sensing a vast, majestic atmosphere, imbued with an immortal power.

It is magnificent and mysterious, covering a vast area. The city walls are like mountains, stretching endlessly. The city towers are tall and grand, and a pair of heavy city gates are closed, as if they can block thousands of troops and ancient sages!

The moonlight shines down, the starlight is like a waterfall, and silvery-white star rivers hang down, making the entire ancient city look mysterious and grand, as if it were a place close to the gods, which is very visually stunning.

Ning Qingyi entered with the flow of people. He used the "Changing Heaven and Earth" technique from the Source Book, so no one could see through his true form.

Obviously, as a divine capital, there is no curfew. The city is brightly lit, and cultivators come and go in an endless stream. There are even top cultivators riding wild dragons, who roam freely in the ancient city. They are obviously sons of kings and nobles or talents of great sects.

Ning Qing entered one of the restaurants, which was run by the Guanghan Palace and was very lively.

The building hangs suspended in mid-air, swallowing clouds and mist, with starlight falling upon it, like a majestic celestial palace standing tall in the universe.

Many people were toasting and drinking, the aroma of wine wafting far and wide. Tables were surrounded by a large group of people, enjoying themselves immensely.

Between the palaces, several beautiful young women were dancing, appearing ethereal under the moonlight, like fairies fluttering in the moon palace.

The air was filled with celestial music, creating a very peaceful atmosphere.

Ning Qingyi found a table and sat down, enjoying her tea alone.

People come and go from time to time, discussing the current state of affairs, and inevitably mentioning Ning Qingyi's name.

"The Second Palace Master of Xuandu Cave has arrived!" A group of people ascended to the restaurant in the air.

The five people stepped in. The one in the center had a calm demeanor, wore a dragon robe and a purple-gold crown, and had his hands behind his back. He was handsome and extraordinary, and he carried a pressure, like a divine mountain approaching or a god king descending to earth.

"Brother Tianzhi, this way please." A young man in a black robe led the way from the right, a smile in his eyes.

In the Heavenly Palace, everyone showed surprise. Many people had heard of Yin Tianzhi. He was the younger brother of Yin Tiande, one of the most outstanding young people in Ziwei. This Yin Tiande had recently defeated various sect leaders, entered the Eight Views Palace, and seized a region's inheritance, making him famous throughout the world.

As a result, Yin Tianzhi obtained a jar of immortal phoenix blood, which cleansed his physical body, allowing him to break through to the Sendai realm and become a half-step great power.

"His inner strength is restrained, not revealing a trace of it; the difficulty lies in understanding its depth, showing the style of his elder brother, Yin Tiande!"

"Legend has it that after he transcends his tribulation, a divine phoenix descends, an ancient phenomenon, indicating his potential to break through and become a saint..."

This is how people perceive him; they hold him in high regard and are wary of him, believing him to be an extremely powerful cultivator.

Shortly after they sat down, the group began toasting each other, and soon the young man in the black robe stopped drinking.

"When will the Grand Palace Master emerge from seclusion?" he asked.

Yin Tianzhi said calmly, "I will be leaving the pass soon. Before I came out, my elder brother sighed and said that he still remembered the scene of his friendship with Brother Duanmu. He never thought that we would be separated by life and death. It is a pity."

A look of regret flashed in the eyes of the young man in black robes as he said, "That madman... has killed several generations of outstanding talents in my clan. He is truly hateful!"

Upon hearing this, the entire restaurant fell silent.

Clearly, everyone understood that this was a banquet hosted by the Taiyin Divine Sect for Yin Tianzhi. Their purpose was self-evident: to provoke Yin Tiande into a battle against Ning Qingyi, the successor of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Venerable.

"Interesting, your elder brother actually feels sorry for that scoundrel Duanmu Ming."

Suddenly, an untimely voice rang out in the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)