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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 4: [Shuangsheng Dao Sect (Twin Rice Sect)]
Chapter 29 (284): [Yao Qingxuan?]
(29th of Volume 4)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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In the dim underworld, a gentle breeze suddenly arose over the vast Nether Spirit Plains, spanning dozens of miles. It stirred Tang Wanzhou's black robes and long hair.
Holding his sword, he stared at the white-robed woman slowly approaching from across the plains.
"Before the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, Lingxiao hadn't seen an Immortality Pill in sixty years. In this era, among those under sixty, only Zuoqiu Ling, who broke through to Immortal a First-Class cycle ago, has earned This Sovereign's respect. Have I encountered another such individual today?"
A Cloud Bridge materialized beneath the white-robed woman's feet. Stepping on ripples of Spiritual Qi, she walked above the Thorns, traversing the air with ease, until only a few miles separated her from Tang Wanzhou.
"At the same cultivation level, Zuoqiu Ling once fell before my hand."
Only those who understood Zuoqiu Ling's true strength could grasp the weight of these words.
As it happened, both Tang Wanzhou and Li Weiyi had clashed with Zuoqiu Ling, fully aware of the terrifying power wielded by the Lingxiao First Commander.
During the Psychic Stone Wall battle at the Jiu Li Hidden Sect, Li Weiyi, at the Eighth Spring, had been unable to overcome Zuoqiu Ling, who was at the Nine Springs Realm. Only at the same cultivation level could he hope to defeat him.
Tang Wanzhou sensed the aura of an Immortal emanating from the White-Robed Woman.
At the top of the Starlight Fire Altar behind him, the mysterious Holy Spiritual Master elder appeared. Standing in the darkness, the elder absorbed all light, concealing his form and features, leaving only a shadowy silhouette visible.
Any Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator facing the combined pressure of an Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator and a Holy Spiritual Master would have long since collapsed, kneeling in submission.
Tang Wanzhou, however, remained fearless, his fighting spirit surging: "In the past sixty years, who has defeated Zuoqiu Ling at the same cultivation level? Why have I never seen you, or even heard of you? I at least know the name of the Ancestor of the Sheng Clan standing atop the altar and can identify him. Who are you?"
At the altar's peak, the Holy Spiritual Master elder sighed softly: "Young people these days are truly formidable. After just a brief exchange, you've already deduced my identity. This cultivation, this intellect... those so-called Young Celestial Emperors can't even compare."
The White-Robed Woman replied, "You're too young and have spent too long in the Northern Region. It's natural that you wouldn't recognize me."
Sensing the Holy Spiritual Master setting up a Formation, Tang Wanzhou tucked Big Phoenix into his sleeve, activated his movement technique, and vanished from the cliff's edge. He headed straight for Li Weiyi and Tuoba Butuo, who were frozen on the Nether Spirit Plains.
The White-Robed Woman's face remained expressionless as she raised her right index finger slightly.
"Hiss!"
On the Nether Spirit Plains, the glowing thorns, stimulated by a strange power, grew wildly, transforming into thorny vines.
These vines, enveloped in Immortal Spiritual Qi, were as sharp as metal.
Tang Wanzhou swung his sword horizontally.
"Whoosh!"
The thorny vines surging toward him were instantly reduced to dust, his sword clearing a mile-wide path.
"Young Lord, don't leave! Most of your companions are still trapped within the altar. How can you bear to abandon them?"
From the top of the Starlight Fire Altar, countless chains of Spirit Light shot out from the Holy Spiritual Master's brow. These chains transformed into light whips dozens of miles long, blazing with intense heat. They lashed through the air with lightning speed, causing sonic booms and craters in the earth.
Tang Wanzhou activated his movement technique, his body moving like a phantom.
After dodging seven or eight times in a row, he suddenly stopped.
Turning around, Tang Wanzhou stood firm, her Sword Intent instantly surging dozens of miles outward.
The next moment, under the influence of her Spiritual Qi, snowflakes began to fall across the entire Nether Spirit Plains. Countless sword qi danced and weaved through the blizzard.
With both hands holding her sword aloft, Tang Wanzhou strode across several miles with unparalleled dominance, cleaving toward the Starlight Fire Altar.
"Whoosh!"
Ten thousand sword qi, swirling through the snow, merged with her descending strike, transforming into a tidal wave of sword qi that crashed toward the Holy Spiritual Master elder.
Beneath Tang Wanzhou's feet, the earth cracked open, leaving a long, deep chasm.
All the Spiritual Light chains and whips were shattered by a single stroke, exploding into a shower of light rain in midair. The Holy Spiritual Master elder was forced to activate a protective Formation to withstand the onslaught.
Tang Wanzhou had just turned around, not yet taking a step, when a frigid hurricane slammed into her. Ice-blade-like snowflakes lashed against her pale, delicate face.
In her vision, countless thick tornadoes erupted across the Nether Spirit Plains, connecting the ground to the endless darkness above. The wind's force was so intense that it tore her Dao Heart Manifestation to shreds.
"Whoosh!"
Like a phantom, the White-Robed Woman's graceful, slender figure materialized before Tang Wanzhou.
Her speed was so astonishing that even Tang Wanzhou's sharp eyes could only perceive a blur, her hand techniques shifting through a thousand variations.
A palm strike descended!
All the wind energy and tornadoes compressed into a limited space, swirling around the White-Robed Woman's arm.
The closer this palm strike got to Tang Wanzhou, the slower it seemed, the more clearly she could see it - as if it were being pressed out with effortless grace.
Tang Wanzhou retreated with lightning speed, fully aware that it wasn't the White-Robed Woman slowing down, but rather a perceptual distortion caused by being locked in her Willpower. Unless she broke free from this mental restraint, she could only passively endure the attack.
"Boom!"
A brilliant beam of sword qi erupted from Tang Wanzhou's Ancestral Field in her lower abdomen.
Piercing cold energy accompanied the sword qi, freezing the Nether Spirit Plains meter by meter.
Breaking free from the White-Robed Woman's Willpower suppression, Tang Wanzhou's eyes sharpened. She stepped forward, raising her sword to cleave mountains and split peaks.
"Bang!"
The White-Robed Woman's palm strike collided with the Divine Snow Sword.
A powerful energy ripple exploded outward, sending Li Weiyi and Tuoba Butuo, who were ten miles away, flying backward to crash to the ground.
Tang Wanzhou retreated two miles, dropping to one knee. Blood trickled from her lips, and her fingers were bloodied, their bones shattered.
The Divine Snow Sword flew out sideways, landing a hundred yards away.
"The Heavenly Wind Palm Technique - one of the Nine Fundamental Martial-Mystic Techniques of the Jiu Li Clan!" Tang Wanzhou raised her head, fixing her gaze on the White-Robed Woman.
"At the Dao Seed Realm, you managed to break free from my mental suppression and withstand a palm strike without falling. You truly are strong."
The White-Robed Woman's voice was devoid of emotion, cold and aloof.
Tang Wanzhou sensed a suffocating surge of power above her. Looking up, she saw a Great Formation coalescing, its Formation Plate densely packed with Mystic Inscriptions radiating golden light, pressing down upon her.
The entire atmosphere seemed to be sinking.
"You think you can suppress This Sovereign? You're not nearly strong enough."
"Whoosh!"
Tang Wanzhou pressed a palm to her Ancestral Field, unleashing a surge of spatial energy. Her form vanished, leaving no trace behind.
"Damn it! It's a Spatial Escape Technique! How could she, at the Dao Seed Realm, have mastered such a technique?"
Old Man Shanze burst from the altar, teleporting to where Tang Wanzhou had stood moments before. He unleashed his Psychic Power, frantically searching the area.
If Tang Wanzhou escaped, many of the Twin Rice Sect's secrets would be exposed.
The Holy Spiritual Master, sensing spatial fluctuations in a certain direction, immediately activated his Light Escape Psychic Technique to pursue her.
Moments later...
The Holy Spiritual Master Elder returned, standing in the pitch-black self-domain. His voice was low and grave.
"Venerable One, her mastery of the Path of Space is profound. She can cast Escape Techniques repeatedly. She escaped!"
The White-Robed Woman reached out and grasped the Divine Snow Sword from across the void, twirling it in her hand with a faint smile: "The first prodigy to emerge from Lingxiao in a thousand years? She won't be so easily dealt with. Hall Master An will be waiting for her on her way back to the main hall entrance."
Shan Ze breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling: "With the Hall Master personally intervening, even if Tang Wanzhou breaks through to Immortal Realm, she'll have no choice but to surrender."
The White-Robed Woman turned to Shan Ze: "Elder Li, while this operation wasn't perfect, with Tang Wanzhou escaping, it was thanks to your precise information that we could react swiftly, wait in ambush, and seize the initiative, eliminating all the intruders. You may claim your merit at the Wither-Flourish Hall and exchange it for resources to aid your cultivation as a Spiritual Master!"
"All thanks to the Venerable One's strategic brilliance," Shan Ze said, his face lighting up with joy as he immediately bowed in gratitude.
The White-Robed Woman then turned her gaze to the altar, where the Holy Spiritual Master Elder had suppressed the remaining twenty living Martial-Mystic Cultivators with runes.
"Take them all back to the Main Altar and imprison them in the Divine Prison. As for the dead, transport their corpses to the Benevolence Field to be used as fertilizer."
"Chi Zhen, Chi Ming, you two are responsible for clearing the battlefield. Ensure no trace of Immortals or Holy Spiritual Masters remains."
Finally, the White-Robed Woman's gaze settled on Li Weiyi in the distance: "He is mine to deal with!"
Li Weiyi lay on the ground, unable to move.
He watched a graceful figure in white approach, then was struck by an unknown force.
His vision darkened, and he lost consciousness.
He hadn't been able to resist at all, and his Guardian Wife hadn't appeared.
When he awoke again, he had no idea how much time had passed.
His head throbbed with unbearable pain, and his eyelids felt heavy.
He forced his eyes open just a crack.
Li Weiyi found himself lying on a wooden floor. The sound of flowing water grew clearer in his ears, and a faint fragrance filled his nostrils.
His senses returned.
He immediately channeled his Spiritual Qi, circulating it through his Meridian Veins.
Gradually, the pain in his head subsided.
"The Spiritual Qi binding on my body is gone!"
Pushing himself up with his hands, Li Weiyi stood.
Before him lay an antique hall, adorned with three calligraphy scrolls and paintings. In a bronze cauldron in the corner, wisps of smoke curled upwards, releasing a fragrant aroma.
The Yellow Dragon Sword and Tang Wanzhou's Divine Snow Sword lay side by side on a table.
"That's..."
The candles in the room were made from the flesh and blood of Strange Beasts, capable of burning for half a month without extinguishing.
Beneath the calligraphy and painting, inside the most ornate lampshade, was a fragment of the Spirit Platform Blazing Star Stone.
Li Weiyi leaned closer, examining it carefully through the lampshade. Once he confirmed it was indeed a fragment of the Spirit Platform Blazing Star Stone, he couldn't help but gasp inwardly. The owner of this place was truly extravagant, using such a treasure for illumination.
With his mental state fully restored, he immediately pressed his chest and retrieved the Dao Ancestor's Tai Chi Fish. He let out a long sigh of relief.
As long as it wasn't lost, everything would be fine.
All his possessions were stored within the Blood Mud Space.
"Wait... where's the Insect Pouch?"
Li Weiyi patted himself all over, but the pouch containing the Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperor was nowhere to be found. Besides Big Phoenix, all six little ones were still inside.
Forcing himself to remain calm, he began to recall and analyze.
"My Spring and Qi Sea haven't been sealed, nor have I been imprisoned in some Divine Prison. That means I'm currently safe."
"The White-Robed Woman used the Heavenly Wind Palm Technique of the Yao Li Tribe to deal with Tang Wanzhou. Could she really be Yaoyin's mother, Yao Qingxuan?"
"Shan Ze seems to be one of their people."
Li Weiyi's mind conjured the gruesome image of Tang Hu and over a dozen Dao Seed Realm experts being slaughtered. He dared not harbor any illusions, picking up the Yellow Dragon Sword and Divine Snow Sword from the table. After a moment's thought, he also retrieved the fragments of the Spirit Platform Blazing Star Stone from the lamp shade.
The main hall's door stood open.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi hurried down the stone steps, but after only three yards, a layer of formation light shimmered into existence, throwing him back and nearly knocking him off his feet.
"No wonder there was no guard, just tossing me onto the ground. This place is covered by a formation."
"Whoosh!"
Raising the Yellow Dragon Sword, he channeled his Spiritual Qi and unleashed a full-power horizontal slash.
The light curtain rippled with dense Formation glyphs, once again repelling him.
His fingers, still gripping the sword, throbbed with pain and numbness.
"This is no simple matter. A single mansion is protected by such a formidable formation."
Li Weiyi didn't waste time trying to force his way through. He darted away, searching for another exit.
The mansion grounds were vast, dotted with pavilions and halls. Streams meandered through the landscape, feeding into a lake where luminous, exotic grasses grew along the shore.
But aside from the main hall, the rest of the estate was desolate. Fallen leaves carpeted the ground, untouched by any caretaker.
Li Weiyi stopped by the lake, gazing across to the opposite shore.
Several hundred meters away, a hip-and-gable-roofed palace stood majestically. Its blue tiles gleamed, its walls seemed crafted from Immortal jade, and its roof was adorned with the radiant shadows of Strange Beasts.
It was an otherworldly sight, unlike anything built from mortal materials.
The scarlet lake was covered in lotus-like flowers with vibrant, crystal-clear petals.
Scarlet flames burned atop them, causing the water to steam and a Blood Mist to rise.
Strangely, the Qi of Heaven and Earth here was remarkably similar to that of the Underground Immortal Mansion.
Above, there was no sky, only endless pitch-blackness.
If he were still in the Underground Immortal Mansion, many things would be difficult to explain.
The entrance to the Underground Immortal Mansion had only been discovered about ten months ago.
Yet the environment and layout here could not possibly have been constructed within a year. It seemed to have existed for ages, more like the flourishing era of the Bhagavata Sect tens of thousands of years ago.
Li Weiyi narrowed his eyes, spotting six familiar balls of light flying toward him from the lake's surface.
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END OF CHAPTER
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