Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 271 The Three Pure Ones in Person
Then Fuxi turned to look at Chen Feng, reached out and beckoned, and a pale golden liquid spiritual object appeared, which he handed over.

“Fellow Daoist, I also know about Fairy Yunxiao’s matter. This is the Primordial Soul Nourishing Liquid, which was born from the primordial energy at the beginning of creation. It can effectively repair injuries to the soul without leaving any trace of trouble, and even provides more benefits.”

"So, how are the three of you?"

Looking at the bottle in front of him, Chen Feng did not reach out to take it directly. Instead, he summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell back into his hand with a wave of his hand, his eyes calm.

“Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you know that this action has created a great karmic debt, one that can lead to death. If the three of us release Lu Ya, wouldn't the lives of people in our sect or the Heavenly Court be in grave danger if they ever see him?”

This statement clearly expresses his meaning.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Moreover, Lu Ya is a quasi-saint level expert with a long lifespan, and who knows what he might do in the future.

Upon hearing this, Haotian and Ziwei remained silent, but their auras indicated that they shared the same view as Chen Feng.

After a long while, Ziwei sighed softly, her imperial aura emanating from her, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

“Fellow Daoist Fuxi, other matters can be discussed, but this matter cannot be discussed.”

Killing Lu Ya is the most reliable method.

Offending the three emperors of Huoyun Cave was not a big deal to them.

These three emperors, relying on the merits of Heaven's Way, reached such a realm, but naturally they had to pay a price.

To guard the Fire Cloud Cave and suppress the human race's destiny, there are certain restrictions on the time they can go out.

Ziwei uttered these words because of the aura emanating from the Three Realms below.

A quasi-saint powerhouse was rapidly approaching this place, and many people recognized his aura; it was none other than the Antarctic Longevity Emperor of the Heavenly Court.

After dealing with the matters of the abyss, the emperor rushed back.

The quasi-saint powerhouse had already transcended the concepts of time and space. The moment he sensed the aura, he saw an old man leisurely step out. He was tall and upright with a slightly thin figure, exuding a powerful aura. His clothes fluttered as he walked, giving him an otherworldly feel.

With white hair and beard, a kind face, and a serene demeanor.

He wore a nine-tasseled crown with star-shaped gemstones on the brim, and a black Taoist robe embroidered with golden thunder patterns and lifelike crane and auspicious cloud designs.

Among the Four Emperors of Heaven, Ziwei and Gouchen are depicted as young men, Houtu as a kind and beautiful woman, and the Antarctic Longevity Emperor as a unique old man.

The Antarctic Longevity Emperor, with a kind expression, greeted everyone present.

"Everyone, there were some delays, but thankfully we made it in time."

Without a doubt, his stance is on the side of the Heavenly Court.

At this moment, five Quasi-Saint level experts from the Heavenly Court have gathered here in order to kill Lu Ya.

Seeing this, Fuxi's expression showed a hint of helplessness. It seemed that this situation could not be resolved peacefully. However, when he thought of his conversation with the remnant soul of Dijun, a hint of determination appeared in his eyes.

"Everyone, the Heavenly Court's authority will remain intact, and I, Fuxi, will also guarantee that Lu Ya will never cause you any more trouble."

"In this regard, I swear to the Heavenly Dao in the name of the Human Emperor that if I violate this oath, I will die a gruesome death and my soul will be destroyed."

As soon as these words were spoken, a voice of protest immediately came from the void.

"No, Fuxi, absolutely not!"

"No, no, why should we risk you for such a monster? It's not worth it."

A middle-aged man and a handsome young man walked out at the same time; they were none other than Shennong and Xuanyuan, the two human emperors.

Fuxi ignored their attempts to stop him, his gaze unwavering.

"Gentlemen, is this feasible?"

For a moment, the emperors fell silent. They never imagined that Fuxi would go to such lengths for Lu Ya.

Fuxi, whose status can be described as the most noble, was the elder brother of the sage Nuwa, shouldered the great destiny of the human race, and was the first human emperor of the human race.

They've gone to such lengths because of a promise made in the past.

The Antarctic Longevity Emperor sighed softly and shook his head: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, why go to such lengths?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Haotian's eyes, but he ultimately turned his gaze to Chen Feng.

"Chen Feng, what do you think?"

Seeing this, Chen Feng sighed inwardly, knowing that this was the only way things could be. The emperors of the Heavenly Court probably didn't want to completely offend Fuxi, and they were already quite satisfied with the outcome.

With a casual wave of his hand, he put away the Primordial Soul Nourishing Liquid in front of him, preparing to give it to Yunxiao later.

"Since that's the case, I have no objection. Let's do as Fellow Daoist Fuxi says."

Once you reach the Quasi-Saint level, the most common way to address each other is as "fellow Daoist".

With Fuxi's oath, his worries about Lu Ya lessened considerably; the key issue was Lu Ya's sage sister.

This matter concerns my brother's life, so I'm sure the Holy Mother will watch over Lu Ya and prevent him from causing any more trouble...

Seeing that the discussion was over, Fuxi breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Lu Ya behind him, and gestured to him.

Even though Lu Ya was unwilling, he had no other choice under the circumstances. As long as he was alive, everything would be fine in the future.

Thinking of this, Lu Ya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, activated his own Dao Fruit, and swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao.

"Heaven above, I, Lu Ya, hereby swear that from now on there will be no more Crown Prince Di Shi of the Demon Court, only Daoist Lu Ya."

"I, Lu Ya, have absolutely no connection with the Demon Court!!!"

As the last word fell, the Heavenly Dao suddenly emitted a few tremors, and Lu Ya's own fortune suddenly decreased by a few points.

At this moment, the ancient demon court no longer exists.

Now, the Heavenly Court's authority is completely fulfilled.

In an instant, everyone with authority in the Heavenly Court could feel this scene.

Having done all this, Fuxi gestured, his expression still gentle: "Everyone, this matter is settled. I shall take my leave."

After saying this, he led Lu Ya and the two human emperors through the void and left this place.

After exchanging greetings, the emperors present all chose to leave. Before leaving, Haotian smiled slightly at Chen Feng.

"Your current position is rather inappropriate. An emperor's position is more appropriate. As for power, we can discuss that later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavenly Court received him, and Haotian disappeared completely.

Gou Chen, who was fighting Kunpeng in the distance, did not delay when he saw that the matter was over, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

The four symbols of Gouchen embroidered on the emperor's robe suddenly came to life: the Azure Dragon holding the sun and the White Tiger swallowing the moon. The core power of the Ziwei Heavenly Pivot gathered in the emperor's palm.

When the palm struck down, the entire starry sky seemed to be pressed down with a giant seal. The brilliant star cores exploded one after another, forming an energy storm. The black hole at the center of the storm was shaken by this bombardment and emitted a low-frequency hum. The star orbits were completely rewritten.

This attack repelled Kunpeng, and then the star crown fell with billions of starlight before the person disappeared.

"Alright, Kunpeng, let's call it a day. I'll ask you for guidance again when I have the chance in the future."

The matter was over; there was no point in continuing the fight. Kunpeng stared at the spot where Gou Chen had left, his eyes dark and brooding. He didn't say anything more; he knew he couldn't stop him.

Its colossal body hovered in the depths of the starry sea, its dark scales absorbing billions of stardust. When its wings folded, it suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, instantly transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall roc.

The moment the roc spread its wings, the nebula of the entire star field was stirred into a spiral of air, leaving a dark matter trail thousands of miles long behind it. Even the light of distant stars was briefly dimmed by this force that broke through the air, as if even the starry sky was making way for it.

call! ! !
After a sound, the roc spread its wings and disappeared.

At this moment, Chen Feng was the only one standing in this starry sky, his eyes deep and lost in thought.

Although no evidence has been left regarding the Investiture of the Gods, it's obvious from a moment's thought that it's definitely related to the Jie Sect...

The only good thing is that these emperors don't care. All of this is because Chen Feng has reached the Quasi-Saint level and has the right to talk.

Looking to the distance to the side, there were still some powerful figures at the level of Golden Immortal and Great Luo Golden Immortal, watching the aftermath of the battle between Quasi-Saints, hoping to gain something from it.

Most of these were independent cultivators who had no way to contact quasi-saint level experts and knew nothing about this realm.

Chen Feng took a step forward, traversing space, and in the next moment he appeared in front of the Holy Mother of Wudang and Feng Jie.

Upon seeing this, the Golden Immortals and Great Luo Golden Immortals around them looked terrified and dared not slacken their efforts in the slightest, immediately bowing respectfully.

"Greetings, senior!"

At this moment, looking at the respectful expressions of the powerful figures around her who were at the same level as her, even the Holy Mother of Wudang couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a scene, and a strange emotion welled up inside her.

Feng Jie, standing to the side, was visibly excited. He forced himself to bow and said, "Uncle-Master!"

Chen Feng ignored the people around him, as if they didn't exist. He nodded gently to Feng Jie, and with a flick of his sleeve, the three of them disappeared.

At the edge of the starry sky, Chen Feng and his two companions appeared.

Looking at the familiar face before her, the Virgin Mary of Wudang felt utterly incredulous.

"Junior brother, when did you break through to the Quasi-Saint level?"

"It was just luck. My cultivation system is rather special, and I broke through by chance due to some opportunities."

Chen Feng responded gently, then casually waved his hand, pulling the unconscious Yunxiao out of the ghost village.

"Senior Sister Wudang, Senior Sister Yunxiao fell into a coma due to Lu Ya's attack, but with the special Hongmeng Nourishing Soul Liquid, these injuries are not serious. I have already given it to her. Now, most of my Jie Sect disciples have been freed from the Investiture of the Gods."

"Once Senior Sister Yunxiao awakens, she will likely make further progress. Master has summoned me to the Chaos Realm beyond the Heavens. You and your nephew should return first."

Upon meeting the Holy Mother Wudang and her companion, they received a message from the Tongtian Sect Leader, instructing them to travel to Chaos.

Then he recounted the whole story of Lu Ya.

A hint of anger flashed in the beautiful eyes of the Holy Mother Wudang: "The hatred between Lu Ya and our Jie Sect is irreconcilable."

"Alright, Master's affairs are of utmost importance, you should go ahead first."

Seeing this, Chen Feng nodded, took a step forward, and the power of the ghostly rules appeared beside him before disappearing.

Looking in the direction his martial uncle had left, Feng Jie, who was usually calm, now had an undisguised joy on his face and muttered to himself.

"Master, from now on our Jie Sect will also have a Quasi-Saint..."

Quasi-Saints, whether in the previous Primordial World or the current Three Realms, are top-tier figures below Saints, wielding considerable influence.

With the arrival of a quasi-saint within the Jie Sect, no force dared to provoke them lightly...

With the power of the rules empowering him, Chen Feng moved with incredible speed, taking only two steps to reach the edge of chaos.

At this moment, on the path of vengeful spirits, he is even stronger than Yang Jian in his final period.

With a thought, the ghost village around him appeared and enveloped him.

Having done all this, he plunged headlong into the chaos.

A powerful wave of chaos swept in, but it was all resisted and eliminated by the ghost village.

To move freely in this chaos, one must possess the strength of a quasi-saint, or rely on the power of a saint's magical treasure.

Following the directions, we soon arrived at a place.

In this place, all the chaos has disappeared, as if some inexplicable force has isolated this chaotic power.

There stood three saints before him.

A figure with a Qingping sword leaned casually on his shoulder, his black robe billowing like ink amidst the lingering chaos, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation totem faintly appearing on his forehead.

A figure adorned with starlight-like cloaks, holding a golden millet pearl in her left hand and a jade ruyi lightly suspended in front of her chest in her right, surrounded by a radiant aura that rose into a canopy, with ethereal dragon and phoenix silhouettes swirling around her.

The last one had white hair that reached his shoulders, and his plain Taoist robe was shrouded in primordial mist. He slowly waved the Tai Chi fan in his hand. As the fan opened and closed, the Yin and Yang energies flowed naturally. He had no fierce aura around him, but he was like the universe that encompassed all things. His gaze was gentle, yet he could see through the past and present. He stood silently, like the embodiment of the Great Dao.

These are none other than the three sages of Taoism, the Three Pure Ones, who share a common origin.

In addition, beside Taiqing, a refined young man in white robes was serving him. He was none other than Xuandu, the senior disciple of the three religions whom he had met before.

Beside Yuanshi was an old man with a white beard and bald head, who was none other than Wuliang Xianweng, the eldest disciple of the Chan Sect, a man of high status who once took charge of the Chan Sect on behalf of his master.

At Tongtian's signal, Chen Feng came to Tongtian's side and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple pays homage to Master!"

After doing all this, he bowed to the two saints not far away.

"Chen Feng of the Jie Sect pays respects to the two sages."

Logically, he should address these two sages as "Master Uncle," so his current form of address is somewhat impolite.

All of this was because of the Investiture of the Gods war. After the war, Tongtian was furious and issued an order that the Jie Sect, Chan Sect, and Ren Sect would have no further dealings with each other, and that the disciples of the sects would not need to show them any respect.

Today, the top figures of Taoism have all gathered here.

After a moment of silence, Tongtian spoke, his tone unusually somber.

"Chen Feng, I have a question for you. Don't be shy, just answer truthfully."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng's heart tightened. Could it be that his special identity had been discovered?
There was no way he could escape from the three sages before him.

Fortunately, their abilities are fixed, so if anything goes wrong, they can return all their magical treasures, so it's not a huge loss...

Just as he was lost in thought, Tongtian sighed and spoke.

"Tell me, was my previous decision to recruit so many disciples right or wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng was somewhat taken aback and couldn't help but look up at his master, Tongtian.

His master's expression seemed very different from before...

Could it be that Taiqing and Yuanshi spoke with Tongtian about something?

Chen Feng was quick-witted, and considering the appearance of the other two sects, he began to have a vague guess...

(End of this chapter)