Chapter 391 The Ice Lord's Mark is Destroyed, the Real Ying Huanhuan is Revealed!
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Dragon Clan of the Tianxuan Continent.
Clan Chief Yuan Qian was staring blankly at the terrifying scene in the sky.
His once dignified face was now completely dumbfounded.
"Is this... is this the foundation of the Primordial Celestial Court?"
After saying that, he pointed to an old dragon in the sky and said in a trembling voice, "This senior's strength is far above ours."
"But do beings like them only deserve this kind of treatment?"
Yuan Qian felt that his worldview had completely collapsed.
Every day, they kowtow and worship the remains of an ancient celestial dragon in front of the Dragon Transformation Pool, regarding it as the pride of the entire clan.
When they arrived at the Primordial Celestial Court, this celestial dragon, which was thousands of times stronger than the ancient celestial dragon, was nothing more than a gatekeeper beast that collected feed for the spirit horses in the backyard.
"Stop looking."
In a corner of the main hall, Little Sable, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sable, plopped down on the steps.
His handsome face was now filled with a bitter smile, as if he had been struck down and become numb.
"That's the true ancestral land of immortals. If we, with our so-called noble bloodlines, went to their gate, we probably wouldn't even be qualified to be their mounts."
"But it's also a good thing."
A glint of excitement flashed in the little ferret's eyes.
"If Boss Lin and his wife can get into a place like this, and they learn even a tiny bit of what's inside, when they come back, who in this world will dare to lay a finger on them?"
...
At this moment, in the Primordial Immortal Court, within the forbidden area of the ten-thousand-foot-high Ja
Ying Huanhuan leaned against the white stone railing by the pool, feeling a chilling coldness in the air around her.
The black water in the pool was calm.
Even if a gust of wind rises, the dark water surface does not ripple at all.
"Senior brother."
Ying Huanhuan couldn't help but ask, "Since there's something so terrifying sealed inside, why is it placed on the roadside in our Celestial Court?"
Li Changsheng casually stuffed the remaining half of the spirit fruit into his mouth and patted the crumbs off his hands.
"You just don't understand."
He smiled and glanced in the direction of the Great Central Imperial Palace.
"Master seems easygoing, but he is actually very protective of his own and cares a lot about appearances."
"Putting this pool of black water from the Dark Plateau here serves two purposes: first, to rid those outsiders of their arrogance."
"Secondly..."
Li Changsheng paused, his tone becoming more serious.
"In this black water, there are still a few remnants of the souls of those old monsters from back then."
"Master used a great formation to suppress them under this white jade pool, and day and night used the immortal light of our Primordial Immortal Court to refine them, just to squeeze out the last bit of the Great Dao essence from them to nourish the Dragon Transformation Cliff on the back mountain."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Suddenly, a bubble the size of a fist appeared in the center of the previously calm black pool.
*Smack*
The bubbles burst open gently.
A faint wisp of dark red mist, carrying an aura of endless bloodshed and slaughter, slowly rose from the water.
The moment the mist appeared, the temperature within a few hundred feet around it plummeted.
Even the rare medicinal herbs growing in the cracks between the floor tiles withered and turned yellow in an instant.
"Weak lower-level reincarnation energy..."
A hoarse whisper, like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other, rang out in Ying Huanhuan's mind without warning.
"Become my nourishment!"
Within the dark red mist, a hideous demonic face vaguely materialized, lunging straight at Ying Huanhuan's face.
This happened too fast.
Even though Ying Huanhuan had already reached the Reincarnation Realm, she couldn't even move a finger in front of this dark remnant soul that once belonged to the Immortal King level.
It felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen.
"Ugh, here we go again."
Li Changsheng, standing to the side, shook his head, not even touching the long sword at his waist.
He slowly raised his right hand and casually slapped the menacing blood mist in the air across the face.
"Does Master really think he's still the Demon Ancestor from back then, keeping you all around as fertilizer?"
Snap!
A deafening slap echoed through the air.
Li Changsheng's hand didn't seem to be using much force.
With a single palm strike, a golden Bagua phantom appeared directly in the void.
The menacing, crimson demonic shadow was blasted into a wisp of smoke before it could even utter a scream, obediently retreating back into the black water.
The surface of the pool returned to calm.
Ying Huanhuan came to her senses, panting heavily, her back soaked in cold sweat.
Only at this moment did she fully understand.
Senior Brother Li Changsheng, who always talks about being "afraid of death," may seem to have only the cultivation level of the early stage of the Supreme Realm, but he actually has a trump card that even she cannot imagine.
"Don't be afraid."
Li Changsheng yawned and waved his hand, "We have plenty of these kinds of things in our house. They're like tigers in a cage; they can't bite anyone."
Just as the two were talking.
Suddenly, a rapid series of chimes of a celestial bell rang from overhead.
when!
when!
The clear and melodious sound of the bell resounded throughout the seventy-two floating immortal islands of the Primordial Immortal Court.
Upon hearing this commotion, Li Changsheng immediately dropped the leisurely smile on his face.
He put his hands in his sleeves and turned to look at the Heavenly Bridge at the outermost edge of the mountain gate.
"What's wrong, Senior Brother Changsheng?" Ying Huanhuan asked curiously.
"We have guests."
Li Changsheng raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with amusement.
"And the people who came this time are quite important."
Ying Huanhuan followed his gaze and looked up at the sky.
All that could be seen was the front gate of the Primordial Celestial Court, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.
The clear, crystal-clear sky was suddenly ripped open by a burst of golden, purple aura.
A massive chariot, crafted entirely from primordial jade and pulled by nine pure-blooded nine-headed lions, rumbled out of the void rift.
Surrounding the chariot were hundreds of proud guards dressed in uniform golden armor and holding halberds.
The cultivation level emanating from each guard was firmly and steadily at a high level, above the realms of "Slaying Myself" and "Escape from Oneness".
"The Immortal Realm... the Elder Master of the Heaven-Mending Dao has come to pay his respects to the Primordial Immortal Master!"
A loud and powerful message, resounding throughout the four directions, boomed majestically in front of the chariot pulled by the nine-headed lion.
The Way of Mending Heaven.
That is a truly colossal entity that has been passed down from ancient times and inherited through countless eras in the Perfect Immortal Realm.
They have a profound background, and even have close ties with many true immortal king families.
"The Way of Mending Heaven?"
Li Changsheng curled his lip, his face full of disdain.
"The other day, Master slapped the Gu family patriarch and crippled one of his arms. These giants of the Immortal Realm who usually pretend to be deaf and dumb finally couldn't sit still and came to find out the truth."
He patted Ying Huanhuan on the shoulder.
"Let's go, junior sister."
"Master probably can't be bothered with these stubborn old folks who talk about grand principles all day long."
"Let's go guard the gate for the Celestial Court. It'll also be a good opportunity for you to see what a laughable face this powerful figure from a wealthy family, who has come all this way, has in front of our master!"
The grand spectacle of the Heaven-Mending Ceremony was so loud it could shake the heavens.
The nine pure-blooded lions pulling the carriage were all extremely arrogant, but when they actually arrived at the front gate of the Primordial Immortal Court, which stretched for 100,000 miles, this group of people was not even qualified to step onto the outermost white jade step.
Even Li Changsheng and Ying Huanhuan didn't really try to stop them. Several old outer sect elders, dressed in worn-out gray gowns and sweeping leaves in front of the gate, slowly raised their heads and rolled their eyes at the truckload of soldiers shouting in the sky.
"What are you yelling about?"
The old man in the gray robe, who was leading the group, reached into his ear and picked at it, his tone extremely impatient.
"Our master is currently enjoying some leisure time in the inner hall; he has no time to see you lowly cats and dogs."
"The highest-ranking leader is only at the Self-Severing Realm. Even if you bring over those so-called True Immortal Ancestors from your family who are in seclusion, they still won't know how to get through the main gate of the Celestial Court."
"Honestly leave the visiting card with the guest of the outer hall. Go wherever you want, but don't disturb the peace and quiet of our place."
Thousands upon thousands of guards with golden spears were completely silenced by your fierce scolding, an old man from the outer sect, and they didn't dare to utter a single word.
The enormous nine-headed lion didn't even dare to turn around the carriage. It tucked its tail between its legs and slunk away as it was ushered to a secluded corner to have tea.
Li Changsheng watched the long line of turtles walking away and spat out a fruit pit from his hand with disdain.
"With such little confidence, you think you can see your master? I wouldn't even bother to lift your hand."
He turned along the white stone road to another mountain range. "Come on, junior sister, let's ignore these ignorant people."
"The time Master instructed is almost here. I will now take you to the quietest mountain in our area to meet our third-ranked Double-Pupil Immortal Lord."
Upon hearing the words "Immortal Lord," Ying Huanhuan's heart tightened slightly.
In this primordial homeland, anyone whose name ranks among the top three is undoubtedly an extraordinary and exceptionally powerful individual.
...
As we walked up the mountain path filled with exotic flowers, the white mist overhead gradually dissipated.
The wind that rushed towards us carried a heavy, steady, and chaotic aura.
The guards standing watch on both sides of the road all exuded a terrifying aura.
But when they saw Li Changsheng walking right in front of them, they quickly bent down from a distance and respectfully clasped their hands in greeting.
"Greetings, Senior Brother of the First Order!"
Li Changsheng remained as lazy as ever, casually waving his sleeves and leading Ying Huanhuan up the white jade cliff at the mountaintop.
The cliffside was quiet and peaceful; not even a bird could be heard calling.
On the broken rocks at the edge of the cliff, a young man dressed in a dark Taoist robe sat cross-legged.
The man was very thin, with long, black hair casually tied on his head with an ordinary withered branch. Even though he just sat there silently, he seemed to be the key to controlling this world.
This is the third rank of the Primordial Immortal Court, renowned throughout the heavens: the Double-Pupil Immortal Lord, Xu Qianye.
Hearing footsteps behind him, the young man on the broken rock slowly turned his face to the side.
Those were eyes that could take everyone's breath away.
Within the pale gold eye sockets, the double pupils were tightly pressed together, revealing no human figure whatsoever, only vast swathes of cosmic sand being born, dying, and shattering in the starry sky.
Although he also possesses a pair of invincible double pupils, he is not the arrogant Shi Yi from the outside world.
This is the Supreme Immortal King, nurtured from childhood in the Treasure Pool and Immortal Scriptures by the Primordial Immortal Court; he is the third son, Xu Qianye.
"Senior Brother."
Xu Qianye spoke in a calm voice, like a gentle breeze blowing from the end of the long river of time, "Wasn't Master drinking tea in the back hall? Why did he have Senior Brother personally guide Junior Sister to find her way here?"
Li Changsheng yawned and casually pointed to the little girl behind him.
"Third brother, Master is too lazy to go out today, so she asked me to take her on a tour of the entire house."
This senior disciple of the Primordial Immortal Court, who was truly the first in line, was completely unpretentious in front of his junior brothers. "Your double pupil technique is the most accurate for seeing things. Let me take a look at her for a while and get rid of all the old bad habits she brought from the lower realm."
Xu Qianye nodded slightly, no longer exchanging pleasantries with Li Changsheng.
Those two great pupils, seemingly capable of seeing through the ages of life and death, slowly and steadily descended, landing on Ying Huanhuan.
There's absolutely no need to use any divination techniques.
Just one glance.
The karma that Ying Huanhuan had carried since birth, and even the deepest secrets of her soul, instantly became a completely transparent blank sheet of paper in Xu Qianye's eyes.
"I see."
Xu Qianye gently raised his right hand, and the sleeve of his Taoist robe slid upwards in the process.
"The methods of reincarnation in the lower realm are really crude and inadequate."
He put it bluntly: "A wisp of obsession that has been dead for over a thousand years is stuck to the soul of its descendants like a plaster, and it even tries to use this living immortal body to extend its old life."
Xu Qianye understood what the girl was hiding in her heart.
In the hearts of everyone on the Tianxuan Continent, it is the Ice Lord's Reincarnation Seal, the one that saves the world and is supreme.
But in the eyes of his third-sequence senior brother.
This so-called ruler of reincarnation is nothing more than an old, dirty patch left in his junior sister's body by an ancient person from the lower realm who died an unknown amount of time ago.
"Since you have addressed Master as Immortal Lord, then you are a disciple of my Primordial Immortal Court."
Xu Qianye's voice was completely calm, yet it conveyed an absolute will, like the words of a deity.
"The people here cultivate the righteous path that leads to heaven."
"Who gave a lowly ghost the right to interfere in your mind and vie for this fine body?"
Before the words were even finished,
He didn't form any complicated hand seals at all, and even his black Taoist robe didn't have a single wrinkle.
Xu Qianye extended a clean, slender hand and aimed it at Ying Huanhuan, who was unable to move at the bottom of the steps.
In that void, he gently grabbed a handful and pulled it outwards.
Sizzle!
A crisp sound, like cloth being torn, was particularly jarring on the precipice where one could hear a pin drop.
The Ice God's consciousness, lurking at the deepest level of Ying Huanhuan's soul, sensed a deadly threat and was about to unleash its overwhelming freezing energy to resist.
But under the powerful hand of this Celestial King, this power didn't even make a small bubble!
It's like someone casually tearing off a yellowed old patch from a brand new piece of clothing.
The "Ice Lord's Soul Imprint," which had been entangled in the Tianxuan Continent for thousands of years, was forcibly and completely stripped from Ying Huanhuan's origin by Xu Qianye on the spot!
Immediately afterwards.
Xu Qianye gently flicked his fingers in mid-air.
Without even a mournful cry, the will carrying the Ice Lord's supreme pride from his past life turned into a wisp of gray smoke that dissipated in the wind right in the Immortal Lord's palm.
Completely erased.
That long and distant past belonging to the Ice Lord was directly erased from the annals of time by the order of this world.
(End of chapter)