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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 5: [Seeking Immortality in the Eastern Sea]
Volume 5 (Pinyin): [Dong Hai xun xian]
Chapter 87 (524): [It's the Grand Palace Master]
(87th of Volume 5)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Beneath the Nine Sovereigns Banner, Elder Qin, the Hidden Lord, and Yao Qingxuan, having recovered from their shock, felt their minds buzzing and their hearts racing.
They turned to Li Weiyi, wanting to ask the same question as Qilin Zhuang: "Who exactly is she?"
They had all interacted with Yu'er recently - a remarkably well-behaved and sensible young girl.
She spent her days writing and recording things, seemingly harmless.
In this life-or-death moment, who could have imagined she would step forward to block Qilin Zhuang?
They refused to believe Li Weiyi was unaware of her true identity.
Throughout the ruins of Dragon City, from Dao Seed Realm cultivators to Transcendents, everyone was stunned and bewildered, exchanging glances and telepathic inquiries.
Such a powerful figure couldn't have appeared out of thin air.
Why had she never been seen before?
This was Qilin Zhuang!
The one who had the audacity to challenge the entire Lingxiao Realm during the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival.
Consider that the Founding Ancestor of the Zuoqiu Family's Confucian Dao, already a formidable Holy Spiritual King, had nearly been overwhelmed in a single exchange.
What level of power would it take to repel Qilin Zhuang?
Some among the crowd, having interacted with Yu Yaozi multiple times, felt a flicker of familiarity but dared not be certain.
After all, the young girl's age and appearance differed vastly from Yu Yaozi's, and she hadn't used any Spiritual Qi.
Three thousand years ago, when Qilin Zhuang escaped the Lingxiao Realm, Yu Yaozi was still a young child.
Before this brief clash, the two had never crossed paths.
During the brief exchange, old wounds within Qilin Zhuang's dragon armor burst open, blood seeping outward.
Had he been at his peak, facing such a bizarre opponent would have ignited his battle spirit.
But now, he had no desire to continue fighting. If he revealed his weakened state from unhealed injuries and the secret of having taken the Life Spring and Phoenix Tree, the Transcendents who had previously feared him like a tiger - such as the Sect Leader of the Thundercloud Sect - might pounce on him like ravenous wolves.
"Retreat!"
The more Qilin Zhuang observed Yu'er, the more unsettling she seemed.
He transmitted his order to the assembled powerhouses from Dragon Sect, Night City, and the Three Islands, while slowly backing away.
Yu'er showed no intention of letting him escape.
With a blur of movement, she appeared before Qilin Zhuang and swung her sword down.
No Spiritual Qi, only the blade itself.
"Aow!"
Qilin Zhuang channeled his full Spiritual Qi, and ten thousand dragon shadows erupted from within his armor.
Ancient scriptures materialized in the palm of his right hand, his fingers transforming into scaled, metallic claws that crashed heavily against the sword.
"Boom!"
A deafening clang reverberated through the air, the shockwave shattering the eardrums of countless Martial-Mystic Cultivators.
Yu'er's long hair whipped around her, her eyes devoid of emotion as she locked gazes with Qilin Zhuang at close range.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl.
Above them, rocks continued to tumble from the collapsing cavern ceiling, as if the very world were about to shatter.
In the next instant, Yu'er pierced through Qilin Zhuang's Dragon Shadow and Golden Light.
She retracted her sword with a swift motion, then thrust out her left hand, her finger force colliding with the incoming fist.
"Boom!"
The radiant image of Cihang rose behind her, towering and sacred, wreathed in iridescent light.
Her finger force drew upon an unknown power from the heavens and earth.
The Martial-Mystic Cultivators present could scarcely believe their eyes.
How could anyone dare to engage Qilin Zhuang, the Demon King whose physical prowess shook the world, in close-quarters combat?
Yet here she was, not even using Spiritual Qi - every strike and parry executed solely with her body.
Zuoqiu Ran and Patriarch Zhu didn't rush to assist.
Instead, they used Spiritual Light and Spiritual Qi to shield the Human Martial-Mystic Cultivators from the Lingxiao Realm, quickly retreating to a safe distance.
The speed and ferocity of the two combatants were terrifying; they felt utterly incapable of intervening.
"Who is that? Who's fighting Qilin Zhuang? And why are they using Li Weiyi's secret techniques?" Ge Xiantong murmured in disbelief, watching from afar.
Tai Shi Yu stood within the Spiritual Light behind Zuoqiu Ran, unable to clearly see the figures locked in combat, yet he felt an overwhelming oppressive aura.
"It must be his Master! I never imagined Brother Wei Yi had such a powerful backing. To have such a formidable patron yet remain so humble and cautious - truly worthy of our emulation."
"How could someone with such extraordinary talent not have a renowned master guiding him?" Song Yulou remarked.
Among the Northern Territory's Martial-Mystic Cultivators, Tang Wanzhou had been observing the increasingly bizarre phenomena manifesting across the heavens and earth. The profound mysteries and profound Daoist principles they contained stirred her heart deeply.
She had long recognized that Li Weiyi's Twelve Dispersed Hands of the Chan Sect were no ordinary techniques.
Now, wielded by a true master, their power was simply terrifying.
Each strike and stance mobilized the anomalous forces of heaven and earth.
Li Weiyi glanced at his empty hands, his expression a mix of surprise and suspicion.
A sense of helplessness washed over him as he realized Yu Yaozi had likely regained consciousness long ago and was secretly learning his sect's secret techniques.
Her combat state bore no resemblance to that of a naive young girl. Her movements were sharp and ruthless, even overwhelming Qilin Zhuang, the pinnacle of Martial-Mystic Dao mastery.
The Twelve Dispersed Hands of the Chan Sect flowed effortlessly from her grasp.
"Boom!"
The moment Mirror Reflection dissipated, Yu'er stepped down onto the earth.
The shadow of the Jade Cauldron Shakes Mountains and Rivers, as vast as a circular Immortal mountain, sent Qilin Zhuang staggering back with a deafening metallic clang.
He retreated all the way to the ruins of the City Domain, where the massive Life Spring pit had once been.
Yu'er advanced with her sword, glancing at the assembled experts from Dragon Sect, Night City, and Three Islands amidst the rubble.
She noticed that several Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators from the Lingxiao Realm Human Race had been captured.
Though Qilin Zhuang had ordered a retreat, they hadn't had time to escape and remained rooted to the spot.
Yu'er's brow flickered as four streams of Psychic Power erupted from her forehead.
In the direction of her gaze, the four powerhouses who had captured the Lingxiao Realm Human Race Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators exploded into skeletons and Blood Mist, hurled backward by the force.
"Thank you..."
The freed Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators from the Lingxiao Realm Human Race bowed deeply to the small, girl-like Senior, their gratitude overwhelming.
Yu'er stood tall and straight, her body slowly rising from the ground like a deity, enveloped in radiant Spiritual Light.
Beneath her feet, a Glazed Light Sea materialized, where dozens of fiery Phoenixes, each spanning tens of miles, soared through the luminous waters. Their wings, vast as clouds, stirred up cascading showers of fire.
"Whoosh!"
Her Spiritual Realm Psychic Power erupted, a bright beam of light shooting from her forehead to strike Qilin Zhuang.
All her power converged on him.
The space twisted, flames purified everything, and the ground melted continuously.
Wherever the beam struck, the earth sank violently, as if the world itself were being cleaved apart.
From Qilin Zhuang's Ancestral Field, the Night Emperor Silver Moon flew out, hovering before him and rotating to defend.
He recognized his opponent immediately.
"Huang Yuyao... so it was you..."
Yu'er's gaze locked onto Qilin Zhuang's Ancestral Field.
The moment it opened, she saw the Phoenix Tree Mirage Shadow and the Life Spring within.
In the distance, after the Glazed Light Sea appeared, a Immortal Realm Great Power from the Imperial Court roared with excitement, "Gazed Light transforms into a boundless sea, the Phoenix bathes in flames and leaps over a thousand mountains! The Grand Palace Master has returned! The Grand Palace Master!"
The Immortal Realm Great Power immediately knelt and prostrated himself in deep reverence.
For most people, Zen Hai Guanwu was a distant figure, so remote she seemed like a legend. Over the past millennium, the Grand Palace Master had been the most influential figure in the Lingxiao Realm and its surrounding regions.
Yu'er's Psychic Power surged outward, her aura overflowing completely.
At that moment, even Ge Xiantong, let alone the Transcendents, recognized his Master's aura.
His expression froze as he knelt to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
He couldn't speak, his voice choked in his throat as he rasped, "Master... Master..."
"The Grand Palace Master hasn't fallen! It's her - her psychic power!"
Princess Yun Chang, Tai Shi Qingshi, Tai Shi Yu, and the other Imperial Martial-Mystic Cultivators erupted in joy, their hearts surging with emotion as they prostrated themselves in unison.
For over a decade, the Grand Palace Master had remained locked within her palace, unseen by anyone.
Even during the Great Calamity of Yun Tianxian, when the Lingxiao Realm faced its greatest peril, she never emerged.
Rumors had spread like wildfire across the land: some claimed she was cursed, others that she had long since perished, and still others that she had been murdered by the Second Palace Master and the Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom.
But now, with the appearance of the "Glazed Light Sea, Phoenix Bathing in Fire," these rumors shattered of their own accord.
"The Mist Celestial has returned! The Grand Palace Master has emerged! Who else? Who else?" A Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator, his pent-up emotions exploding, roared at the Demon Race creatures and the Rice Palace Martial-Mystic Cultivators.
Whether from the Eastern Sea Monster Clan or the Western Monster Race, all demons harbored deep dread toward the Grand Palace Master.
When she was awake, they dared not set foot in the Life Realm.
The demon elites felt a complex mix of emotions - unease, fear, and resentment.
The fact that Zen Hai Guanwu, who had yet to die, was already terrifying enough.
Now that Huang Yuyao had reappeared in the East Sea, who would dare challenge the Lingxiao Palace for the next several millennia?
"Forget about reclaiming the three hundred prefectures. The Lingxiao Realm will likely expand to four hundred, five hundred... or even more in the future."
"Yu Yaozi's condition is strange. She hasn't used any Spiritual Qi, and why would she appear as a little girl? Her cultivation must have gone awry. Let's seize this opportunity to join forces with Qilin Zhuang and eliminate her."
"Zen Hai Guanwu's return has already kept us in constant fear. We can't allow Yu Yaozi to emerge into the world."
"Yu Yaozi is just one step away from becoming the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor. Once she crosses that threshold, we'll likely end up as war beasts guarding the gates of Lingxiao City."
Led by the Nether Flood Dragon King, the Demon Kings of the Eastern Sea Monster Clan and the Western Monster Race began communicating telepathically, even reaching out to the transcendent beings of Inagong.
Beneath the Nine Sovereigns Banner, Elder Qin, the Hidden Lord, and Yao Qingxuan's six eyes all glared at Li Weiyi.
Their gazes held shock, disbelief, accusation, and sudden realization.
They were shocked that he had been carrying the Grand Palace Master on his back, holding her in his arms, and walking hand-in-hand with her every day - utterly lawless and insane.
He had even made her work alongside Hidden Twenty-Four, cooking and doing hard labor for the Jiu Li Hidden Sect - a death sentence for someone of her status.
The sudden realization was that this explained why he always kept the Grand Palace Master by his side, never letting her out of his sight, no matter how dangerous the situation.
Li Weiyi sighed helplessly, forcing a wry smile: "Don't look at me like that. She insists on calling me 'Master.' What else could I do?"
"We need to leave immediately."
Inside the Stone Coffin, Master Coffin sensed a dangerous atmosphere.
He noticed the Demon Race and Rice Palace powerhouses were engaged in secret telepathic discussions, and unusual movements were afoot.
Li Weiyi, of course, couldn't have been happier.
He had long wanted to escape this treacherous place: "What about Yu'er?"
"Do you really think she's Yu'er? She's Yu Yaozi."
Master Coffin released his Spiritual Qi, enveloping the severely wounded Ancient Hidden Lord, Li Minong, Great Priest of the Ink Sea, and Li Weiyi, among others.
With the Nine Sovereigns Banner leading the way, they soared straight into the sky.
No one tried to stop them.
All the powerhouses' attention was focused on Yu'er and Qilin Zhuang.
At this moment, no one dared to antagonize a mysterious Transcendent connected to the Grand Palace Master.
Instead, they too began fleeing outward.
The Stone Coffin flew through the layer of space where the Ancient Immortal Dragon Remains were buried, passing through the Nine Ring Reef and breaking through the seabed in the sea area approximately five thousand miles from the Yu Jia Abyss and the Dragon City Ruins.
"Splash!"
The Stone Coffin burst through the surface of the sea, carrying its occupants.
It was dusk, the evening sky painted crimson by the sunset, sea and sky merging into a single hue, the moon a faint crescent.
The powerful tremors from beneath the earth had drawn the Army of the Dead from the Nether Realm of the Dead to this sea area five thousand miles away.
The region was shrouded in deathly Yin Qi, battle flags fluttering, and ghost shadows and skeletal figures swarmed everywhere.
Of course, only Master Coffin could sense this.
Li Weiyi and the others couldn't see so far; they only saw the calm sea surface and the breathtaking sunset.
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END OF CHAPTER
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