Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 112 The Tremors of Taiqing Palace, the Danghe River's Infusion!

At the same time, major super sects such as the Divine Sect, the Myriad Puppet Sect, the Talisman Valley, and the Primordial Palace also received news about the Blue River.

Within the Divine Sect, several elders were reviewing intelligence reports, marveling at the talent of someone who had mastered all four classics; within the Myriad Puppet Sect, some were plotting how to get revenge on that kid.

The talisman masters of Talisman Valley were quite interested in the cultivation level of Lan He, the Seven-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master; while the burly men of the Primordial Palace simply grinned and said, "He's quite a fighter."

The news spread throughout the Eastern Xuan Region, eliciting varying reactions, but none of them caused much of a stir.

Only at the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace was the atmosphere somewhat subtle.

Inside the main hall of the Jiutian Taiqing Palace.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward as all the elders gathered together.

"Champion of a Hundred Dynasties, Young Master of the Daoist Sect, Master of the Four Classics—"

An elder with white hair and beard put down the intelligence report in his hand and sighed, "The speed at which this child has grown is truly beyond expectation."

Another elder nodded in agreement: "Back in the Immortal Dynasty, this young man was merely somewhat famous, relying on the legacy of the War King's Mansion. Who could have imagined that after joining the Dao Sect, he would soar to such heights? Cultivating all four classics simultaneously—no one in the history of the Dao Sect has ever achieved this."

But, this kid—"

She paused, her tone complex: "Truly, he's a man of few words."

"The key is his relationship with the Immortal Dynasty."

Another elder spoke, his tone carrying a deeper meaning, "He comes from the War King's Mansion of the Immortal Dynasty, and his father, Lan Zhan, has some connection with my Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace."

These words made the atmosphere in the hall even more subtle.

Everyone knew what that so-called "origin" referred to. The old story between Mo Yun and Lan Zhan had caused quite a stir in the sect back then, and everyone knew about it. Although no one had mentioned it anymore in recent years, that grudge still lingered there.

"Palace Master, in my opinion, we should try to ease the tensions with the War King's Mansion of the Immortal Dynasty."

A middle-aged female cultivator stepped forward and said frankly, "Lan He is now the young sect leader of the Dao Sect, and his future is limitless."

If we can use this opportunity to mend the rift, it will be a good thing for our Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace.

I second that.

Another elder stepped forward, "Although Lan He has joined the Dao Sect, his ties with the Immortal Dynasty cannot be severed. Rather than letting this old grudge continue, it would be better to resolve it proactively. We don't know what kind of person that child is, but at least we should maintain a facade of respectability."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion. Some agreed, some were observing, and a few quietly glanced at the silent figure in the corner.

Mo Yun stood there quietly, without saying a word. She simply lowered her eyes, her gaze shifting and uncertain, as if she were lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to the conversation.

The murmurs gradually subsided, and everyone's attention turned to the person in the main seat.

The Palace Master sat upright in the main seat, his deep eyes slowly sweeping over the crowd. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly: "What you say makes sense. This matter will be entrusted to—"

Before she could finish speaking, a beam of light suddenly fell into a corner of the hall.

There, Mo Yun stood quietly, her face calm, but her eyes were somewhat vacant, as if she were immersed in her own world and had not heard the discussions of the crowd.

"Mo Yun," the palace master called out.

Mo Yun paused slightly, her gaze flickering briefly before regaining focus. She raised her head to look at the Palace Master seated at the head of the table, the momentary daze in her eyes fading away, replaced by her usual coldness and respect. She stepped forward and curtsied, saying, "Present."

The Palace Master looked at her, his tone calm yet authoritative: "This matter will be entrusted to you. Go to the War King's Mansion of the Immortal Dynasty and smooth things over with Lan Zhan. What happened back then is in the past."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yun's expression stiffened slightly. For a moment, a look of stunned silence crossed her cool face, and a subtle, complex emotion flickered in her eyes. But she quickly lowered her gaze, concealing her momentary loss of composure.

After a moment, she whispered, "Yes, Senior Sister."

The voice was very soft, and no emotion could be detected.

Meanwhile, in another quiet courtyard of the Jiutian Taiqing Palace.

A serene figure stood by the window, gazing absently at the sea of ​​clouds outside. She wore a plain white dress and a light veil over her face; it was none other than Ling Qingzhu, who had just emerged from seclusion.

Soft footsteps sounded behind him. A woman dressed in green walked in, and a slight smile appeared on her lips as she looked at the aloof figure before her.

"Qingzhu, you've emerged from seclusion?"

Ling Qingzhu turned around and nodded slightly: "Senior Sister Mo".

Senior Sister Mo walked to her side with a smile, looking her up and down: "You've been in seclusion for so long, have you gained anything?"

Ling Qingzhu nodded, her voice still cold and clear: "You have made some progress and have broken through to the Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm."

Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Mo's eyes flashed with surprise, and she exclaimed, "Your cultivation progress is truly—" She shook her head, her words filled with admiration before she could finish.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she took out a piece of intelligence from her sleeve and handed it over: "While you were in seclusion, a famous person emerged during the Hundred Dynasties War. Take a look, you should be familiar with this person."

Ling Qingzhu took it, her gaze falling on the intelligence report, her pupils shrinking slightly.

"Blue River—Champion of a Hundred Dynasties, Young Master of the Dao Sect, Master of the Four Classics—" she murmured softly, her tone still calm, but a barely perceptible ripple appeared in her clear, cold eyes.

Senior Sister Mo looked at her and smiled meaningfully: "That kid you mentioned after you returned to the palace is now no less capable than you."

She paused, then added, "Even that proud and arrogant woman, Ying Xiaoxiao, was defeated by him—"

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingzhu's eyes flashed with a hint of disorientation, before she snapped back to reality. She lowered her gaze, her voice still cool, but softer than before: "Anything else?"

Senior Sister Mo was slightly taken aback: "What else?"

Ling Qingzhu paused for a moment before slowly speaking: "News about him—"

"what?"

Senior Sister Mo was stunned and let out a short gasp of surprise.

A few days later, at the Heavenly Palace of the Dao Sect.

The Dan River stretches across the sky like a giant crimson dragon coiled among the peaks, its rich aura of rebirth rising and dyeing the entire sky a faint crimson hue.

The Dan River is exceptionally lively today.

The riverbank was densely packed with Heavenly Palace disciples. Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan stood at the very front, their gazes falling upon the white-robed figure standing in the center of the Dan River. Behind them, countless Heavenly Palace disciples craned their necks in anticipation, their voices rising and falling in murmurs.

"The Danhe Initiation is a privilege reserved for direct disciples."

"Senior Brother Lanhe is the young sect leader, a master of all four classics. What is the treatment of a mere personal disciple compared to that?"

"I heard that this time, Hall Master Qi Lei personally performed the empowerment ceremony, and even Vice Hall Master Wei Sen came—"

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Qi Lei, the Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the white-clad figure in the center of the Dan River, his eyes filled with satisfaction. Beside him stood a middle-aged man, burly and resolute, exuding an aura as steady as a mountain.

It was none other than Wei Sen, the deputy hall master of the Heavenly Palace.

Wei Sen gazed at the center of the Dan River, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. The laughter rolled out like muffled thunder, making the surrounding air buzz: "Haha, this kid is lucky! The Dan River empowerment from my Heavenly Palace isn't something just anyone can enjoy!"

Qi Lei glanced at him and said with a laugh, "Say less, don't startle your junior apprentice."

Wei Sen touched his nose, chuckled, and didn't say anything more.

Qi Lei turned to Lan He and said loudly, "Junior Nephew, are you ready?"

In the center of the Dan River, Lan He nodded slightly, his expression calm as still water.

Qi Lei and Wei Sen exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

boom!

Two powerful streams of Yuan energy surged out from their bodies, transforming into two enormous hands that plunged into the thousand-foot-deep Dan River. The Dan River instantly boiled, with countless Nirvana energies surging and roaring like a raging sea being stirred up.

Deep within the Dan River, as countless Nirvana energies merged under pressure, a purer energy began to emerge—Nirvana Golden Energy, also known as Primordial Spirit Energy.

This kind of primordial spirit energy can only be spontaneously generated by experts at the seventh level of Nirvana or above. However, the primordial spirit energy nurtured in the Dan River is extremely pure, containing no trace of consciousness, and can be absorbed and refined without any hindrance.

If one can successfully absorb it, it will not only greatly benefit one's cultivation progress, but will also make the process of the Yuan Dan breaking and transforming into the Yuan Shen much smoother in the future.

Of course, for Lan He, this step was no longer necessary. He had already condensed his primordial spirit; he only needed to absorb the energy of this primordial spirit to further his cultivation.

Whoosh!

As the giant hand of Yuan energy stirred, the entire Dan River boiled violently, its waves surging wildly. A massive black vortex rapidly formed on the surface of the Dan River, quickly extending into its depths. The dark, swirling channel resembled the mouth of a demon, sending chills down one's spine.

"Buzz!"

The vortex expanded rapidly, and when the vortex mouth expanded to a range of about ten zhang, a ray of golden light suddenly appeared in the deep darkness.

call out!

As soon as the golden light appeared, it shot out from the vortex like a meteor piercing the darkness, soaring straight into the sky. Instantly, an exceptionally violent wave spread out, enveloping the entire world.

"Nirvana Golden Qi!"

Gazing at the golden light shooting out from the vortex, many people exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with fervor and envy.

Wei Sen's gaze fell on Lan He, and he said in a deep voice, "Nephew Lan He, the Nirvana Golden Qi has emerged. Quickly enter the bottom of the Dan River to absorb it. If you cannot withstand it, crush this jade, and I will bring you out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and a golden jade piece flew towards Lanhe.

Lan He reached out and took it. Although he felt that he had no use for it given his resources, he still put it in his pocket. He nodded slightly to Wei Sen, then moved and jumped into the black vortex without hesitation, instantly disappearing into the depths of the Dan River.

On the riverbank, the disciples craned their necks, discussing among themselves.

Ying Huanhuan tugged at her sister's sleeve and asked curiously, "Sis, how long do you think he can last?"

Ying Xiaoxiao's gaze fell upon the Dan River, her expression calm, and she slowly said, "The Dan River Initiation is performed once a year, and only direct disciples can receive it. Ordinary direct disciples are already doing well if they can endure it for five days, while those with high talent can endure it for eight days."

She paused, then continued, "He will likely go straight to the source of the Nirvana Golden Qi at the bottom of the Dan River, absorb it all, and then come out."

Ying Huanhuan blinked: "How did you know?"

Ying Xiaoxiao glanced at her and said indifferently, "That's what Senior Zhou Tong did back then. After he comprehended the Great Desolation Scripture, he went to the bottom of the Dan River to absorb the Nirvana Golden Qi and stayed there for thirteen days before coming out. The pressure at the bottom of the Dan River is terrifying to others, but it's nothing to someone like him."

She looked at the Dan River, her tone tinged with emotion: "The key is not whether we can hold on, but—how many days it will take to completely devour the Nirvana Golden Qi at the bottom of the Dan River."

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Bottom of the Dan River.

A streak of light suddenly shot out, rushing towards the depths of the Dan River at an astonishing speed. As it continued to descend, the surrounding light gradually dimmed, while in the darkness ahead, specks of golden light grew brighter and brighter.

A moment later, Lan He stopped and squinted at the vast expanse of golden light spreading out before him.

From those golden lights, he could clearly sense an extremely violent and vast fluctuation, which was the Nirvana Golden Qi.

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The deeper they descended, the more terrifying the surrounding pressure became, as if the weight of the entire Dan River was pressing down on their shoulders. But correspondingly, the Nirvana Golden Qi also increased and became more concentrated, shimmering in the darkness like a sky full of stars.

Lan He's lips curled up slightly.

He took a deep breath, and the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique within his body suddenly activated!

A strange, devouring power emanated from his body, like an invisible vortex, frantically tearing at the surrounding golden light.

The golden energy of Nirvana seemed to be drawn towards him, surging towards him and being absorbed into his body by the devouring power.

As Blue River swallowed, it continued to descend.

Wherever he went, the golden light dimmed, and all the golden energy of Nirvana was plundered by him.

As they went deeper, the pressure became increasingly terrifying, as if it would crush them. Lan He's mind stirred slightly, and a faint golden light emerged from beneath his skin, enveloping his entire body—this was the stratum corneum of his primordial spirit.

The pressure immediately dissipated by more than half.

The Devouring Heaven Creation Technique was activated at full power, drawing in a massive amount of Nirvana Golden Qi. Within his dantian, the primordial spirit that had already condensed sat cross-legged in the center, greedily devouring the incoming golden Qi, its aura rising steadily at a visible speed.

After an unknown amount of time, the view suddenly opened up before me.

Lan He paused, and the terrifying oppressive feeling around him suddenly dissipated. He looked around; this was the very bottom of the Dan River.

Contrary to expectations of silt and darkness, a rich golden light spread across the riverbed, covering an area of ​​about ten feet. Beyond the golden light lay a pure zone of darkness, as if two worlds were separated by an invisible force.

Lan He reached out and slowly probed into the golden light.

It felt slightly sticky to the touch, and the violent energy emanating from his palm caused a slight stinging sensation at his fingertips.

"Not bad—" A hint of surprise flashed in Lan He's eyes. "It's almost solidified. Such rich Nirvana Golden Qi."

He smiled slightly, and a strange black light suddenly surged from his body.

As the black light surged, the phantom of an ancient, jet-black beast slowly materialized behind him. The beast was entirely black, with no eyes or nose, except for a gaping maw that seemed capable of swallowing the heavens and earth—it was the Taotie.

The phantom of the Taotie roared to the sky, its giant mouth suddenly opening wide, aiming at the dense golden light!

hum!

The moment this devouring power spread, the originally calm golden light cluster instantly boiled over.

Countless golden rays of light, like enraged golden snakes, danced wildly and then, with an extremely tyrannical manner, shot into the giant maw of the Taotie phantom that seemed capable of devouring heaven and earth!

shhhhhh!

Golden rays of light poured in continuously, each containing incomparably pure Nirvana Golden Qi. They passed through the illusory image of the Taotie and finally entered Lan He's body, merging into his dantian.

Lan He immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

Within the dantian, the already condensed primordial spirit sat cross-legged in the center, arms outstretched, greedily devouring the continuously flowing golden energy. With each gulp, the primordial spirit's solidity increased, and the aura emanating from its body rose accordingly.

One, two, three —

Golden rays of light flowed endlessly, and Lanhe's aura surged at a visible speed!

Time quietly slips away beneath the silent Dan River.

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