Holy Lord of Jade Pool

Before the crowd could even cry out in alarm, the western sky was bathed in Buddha's light, and celestial chants shook the world!

A golden cloud of auspiciousness carried a nine-tiered lotus throne descending from the heavens. Upon the throne sat a blurry-faced, solemn Buddha apparition.

"Heavens! Even the Western Buddhist Sect has come! Is this the Buddha's divine chariot?"

Immediately after, demonic energy surged from the southern sky, rolling black clouds, and amidst them, a bronze war chariot pulled by nine pure-blood flood dragons shattered through the void!

Standing upon the chariot were several figures, the foremost being indistinct, yet radiating an ancient imperial bloodline pressure that commanded the submission of all demons—it was the Demon Lord's personal chariot from the Southern Domain!

Suddenly, ethereal immortal music drifted from the horizon. A path paved by pure moonlight appeared, and a cold, otherworldly fragrance filled the air.

Nine pure-blooded, majestic cyan luan birds pulled an antique and elegant moon palace carriage, carved from pristine white stone, as it broke through layers of clouds and descended slowly with an air of detachment.

The carriage door opened silently, and a figure stepped out gracefully.

In that instant, it seemed as if heaven and earth fell silent, and the moonlight gathered together.

It was Ji Qingyi, the current Yaochi Sovereign.

She wore a simple, elegant moon-white flowing immortal dress, her black hair tied up with only a plain jade hairpin. Her features were surpassingly beautiful, with ice-like skin and jade-like bones.

A faint, pure glow surrounded her, and her temperament was cold and lofty, like a celestial moon descending to the mortal world, untouched by even a trace of earthly fire.

The moment she stood quietly before her carriage, the supreme Dao resonance of her Supreme Yin Divine Body and the sovereign's authority instantly silenced a hundred miles.

Countless cultivators, both men and women, felt a sense of shame in their own inferiority, their eyes dazzled and minds entranced.

Even some who were themselves sovereign-level figures showed barely concealed admiration and deep wariness in their eyes.

Behind her stood Su Muxue, the former holy daughter and now the successor of the holy land, also possessed of peerless beauty and an otherworldly aura.

Further back were four white-robed female officials, their auras condensed and steady, like moon spirits.

On the ground, among the crowd.

Xuanyangzi stared with wide eyes, involuntarily smacking his lips, and lightly elbowed Gu Changge beside him, lowering his voice.

His tone carried unvarnished praise and an urgent, almost sales-pitch-like eagerness:

"Changge, look! That's Ji Qingyi, the Yaochi Sovereign!

It's said she carries the Supreme Yin Divine Body—not only is her beauty unmatched, worthy of being called the foremost immortal among this generation, but her cultivation is also unfathomably deep, with few equals in the Saint King realm!

What's more, she has governed the Holy Land of Yaochi for many years, and her leadership and character are both top-notch! Tsk tsk, truly..."

His words clearly implied: Look at her conditions—appearance, talent, status, capability—all top-tier! How perfect for you!

Gu Changge was leisurely surveying the various powers. Upon hearing this, his gaze also fell upon that serene, moonlike figure, pausing for a moment.

He nodded slightly and commented calmly: "Supreme Yin Divine Body, natural Dao resonance, pure heart—truly exceptional."

Then, as if recalling something, he turned to look at Xuanyangzi, a hint of understanding and playfulness flashing in his eyes. He transmitted his voice teasingly:

"Senior Brother seems so well-informed, reciting details like a litany... Could it be that you have your eye on this Yaochi Sovereign? Shall I help you propose a match?"

"Pfft—!"

Xuanyangzi nearly choked on his own spit. His old face instantly flushed red, and he blustered, his spiritual transmission rattled with exasperation:

"Ahem! A-hem! Changge! You... you're talking nonsense! I'm old and my Dao heart is steadfast! I'm thinking about this for you! For you!"

"Look at you, always staying on Purple Bamboo Peak day in and day out. This Ji Qingyi—in appearance, talent, and status—is a perfect match for you!

If you could become Dao companions with her, it would be a great boon for our Blue Cloud Sect as well! I am considering this for the sect, for your own good!"

Gu Changge was speechless, shaking his head with a wry smile, then turned his gaze back into the distance.

"Senior Brother, you are too kind. However, the Great Dao is walked alone—why must there be a companion? If fate comes, I will not refuse it; if it leaves, I will not cling to it. I'll let things take their natural course."

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Xuanyangzi huffed in resignation, muttering, "Fine, fine! Do as you wish!"

Just as everyone was still enraptured by the peerless elegance of the Yaochi Sovereign's arrival, a colossal flying ship appeared in the northern sky.

Upon the ship, banners flapped proudly in the wind, bearing two ancient characters—Lingxiao!

"It's the Lingxiao Holy Land from the Central Domain! They've come too!" someone exclaimed.

At the bow of the ship stood a figure, hands clasped behind his back. He wore a blue Daoist robe, his features refined and his demeanor otherworldly—this was Ling Canglan, the Lingxiao Sovereign!

Behind him stood several young disciples, their auras sharp and their eyes gleaming with sword-light; they were the geniuses of this generation from the Lingxiao Holy Land.

"Heh, even the Lingxiao Holy Land couldn't resist," an elder of the older generation muttered.

"Ling Canglan's cultivation is fathomless. Under his leadership, the Lingxiao Holy Land has grown as bright as the midday sun—not to be underestimated."

In that moment, over the entire desolate plain—dragon ships, lotus thrones, demon clouds, war banners—

the rulers of various immortal holy lands and ancient aristocratic families, or their avatars, descended to this place with unparalleled authority!

The terrifying pressure interwove, causing the very space for ten thousand miles to groan in agony. Below, countless cultivators turned pale, trembling as though before gods!

These sovereign-level figures, usually as elusive as dragons glimpsed but partial, had now all gathered here due to the manifestation of the great emperor's tomb!

Behind or beside these great figures stood a retinue of young ones, each with peerless demeanor and soaring auras.

There was the Jiang family's Divine King Body, surrounded by stars, like a young god-king.

There was the Great Zhou Crown Prince Ji Xuanye, clad in imperial robes, the mysteries of heaven and earth within his brow.

Further off, one figure's qi and blood soared to the sky like wolf smoke, battle intent splitting the void—this was the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Body Suanni!

Su Muxue, the successor of the Yaochi Holy Land, stood quietly behind the sovereign, also drawing countless eyes.

There were also other unfamiliar geniuses from different domains, their auras either tyrannical, icy, or strange.

Like stars surrounding the moon, they stood beside their respective elders, their eyes blazing as they stared at the entrance to the emperor's tomb, filled with confidence, battle intent, and the burning light of determination.

Yet, in the end, everyone's gaze fell with immense gravity upon that bottomless abyss, spouting forth chaotic energy and deathly aura.

"Fortune lies right before us! What are we waiting for?"

An aged rogue cultivator, whose lifespan was nearly at an end, could no longer restrain himself. Transforming into a beam of light, he charged headlong toward the abyss.

But the moment he neared the ten-thousand-foot range—

"Buzz!"

The seemingly calm void instantaneously lit up with countless dense, extremely complex imperial dao runes!

A barely perceptible ripple spread outward.

The old man didn't even have time to scream. His entire body, as if ground by an invisible millstone, instantly turned into a bloody mist, his divine soul utterly annihilated!

Immediately after, a few other cultivators who refused to believe their eyes—some wielding treasures, others deploying secret arts—attempted to breach the entrance from different directions.

The result was no different!

As the runes flickered, some were sliced apart by chaotic sword energy appearing from nowhere; some were frozen into powder by the icy deathly aura surging from the abyss; others triggered prohibitions that summoned divine thunder from the nine heavens, obliterating body and soul!

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen cultivators of considerable skill died on the spot, leaving not even bones behind!

The formerly restless crowd instantly fell into utter dead silence!

A chill ran through everyone's hearts, like ice water poured over them from head to toe.

The entrance, so close yet so far, seemed to have transformed into a monstrous maw devouring everything.

The tomb of the Great Emperor must not be defiled!

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